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nahoney22 · 7 months

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Idk if im allowed to ask for another request for the 3000 celebration but your writing is just so good that I can't help myself. Feel free to ignore if you're getting too flooded with requests lol but would I be able to get "tease me until I can't take it anymore" and "I just want to be used by you tonight. Van I be your personal toy?" Smut with F!Reader and sub!crosshair. Keep up the amazing work

3000 Prompt List Celebration

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1k

NSFW

prompts:

“Tease me until I can’t take it no more.”

“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language. Sub!crosshair, light dom!female reader. Established relationship, dry humping/grinding, blowjob, teasing, cum denial, praise, pet names, smut without plot (kinda). NSFW under the cut. Not proofread, a little rushed ngl.

Authors note: of course you can ask for another request! I’m just sorry it’s taken like 5 years and it’s not the best. 🩵 @thrawns-babygirl

“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”

You stared up at your lover, eyes a little wide and completely stunned at what he just asked. For the last day he had been acting… different. His demeanor had shifted over the past few hours, growing more tense than usual. You had noticed him struggling to articulate something, his words hovering on the tip of his tongue.

But as he looms over you, trained eyes piercingly sharp as they gaze down at you, the question just slipped past his lips. “You want me to use you?” You repeat, quite sure you had heard him correctly but there’s nothing wrong with double checking.

You sense his resolve, his shoulders squaring and eyes finding it hard to stay on yours so with a smirk, you place one hand to his shoulder and push him off you, maneuvering deftly so you were straddling him instead. “Answer me.” You demanded, a fiery desire coursing through you as it appeared Crosshair was yielding control of the situation.

“Yes.” He rasps with a gulp, his eyes a little wide as your confidence shines through straight away. Have you wanted to dominate him as much as he wanted to be submissive to you? He’s sat up, watching you as you begin to tease him with a subtle roll of your hips against his lap, heart hammering in his chest.

He doesn’t particularly know where this sudden desire came from but he wanted a change of pace - he wanted you to take control.

“Now this is an interesting turn of events, Crosshair,” you chime pleasantly, “and not something I’m not going to pass up.”

He remains tight-lipped as you pull your top over your head, tits bouncing free from its confines and you try hard not to blush to the sound of his quiet moan as a result. He almost fails being a sub in a split second, as he so very nearly latched his lips to your stiffening nipples but you were quick to deflect him.

Pressing your hands to his chest, pushing him back until his back hits the mattress you gave him an incredulous look. “Did I say you could kiss my breasts?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “No.”

“No, what?”

He pauses for a second, a deep exhale parting his lips as his cock twitches in his pants at your dominance and how you clearly wanted to be addressed differently. “No… ma’am.”

“Good boy.” You smirk, adding more pressure to his crotch that sends him crazy. You moan yourself a little, the feeling of the thickness of his cock in his pants against your pussy felt so good. In fact, it isn’t long until you are standing, pulling your pants off (too slow for crosshairs liking) until you take yet another seat on his lap and feeling the friction even more. “I can’t wait for you to be inside me, darling.”

Crosshair huffs in response but the lust in his eyes showed everything you needed to know. When you slide his pants off, you sit back and admire how his cock twitches just under your gaze. “Aw, do you need your cock touching?”

The stoic man’s hands clench the sheets beneath him, in torture how you were dragging this out but it is what he wanted after all. “Just,” he whines unable to finish his sentence as his cock already oozes just by the sight of you

“Just, what?”

“Tease me. Tease me until I can’t take it any more.”

His words surprise you once more but the sex crazed smile on your face had you shifting between his legs, fingers gently caressing over his bare thighs. “As you wish.”

Slowly, tortuously slowly, you placed your tongue flat against the inside of his thigh and moved up along his proudly standing erection.

The flat of your tongue slid along his cock as your lips slowly enveloped the head. Crosshairs long lashes fluttered, dark, lust filled eyes finding your gaze.

Your boyfriend whined as he felt his tip touch the back of your warm throat. You moaned at the taste of him, slurping and spitting on his cock just how you wanted to.

His hips start to jut, his heavy breaths becoming ragged as your name slips beautifully past his lips. You know him, you know when he’s about to hit his high and as soon as he gets to his peak, goes curling and moans strangled in his throat, you pull back.

“W-What? Why… babe?” He gasps at the lack of orgasm, by now he would be painting your pretty face with his cum but alas, your face remains clean and smug.

“You’re my toy, remember? You only get to finish when I’m done with you, silly.”

He is watching you with wide, blown eyes as you begin to crawl over the top of him, breasts sliding against his throbbing cock until you maneuver on top of him, your pussy just inches away from his head that was almost begging to be touched by your wet lips.

“You look so good; wanting and needy.”

“You’re fucking incredible.” He breathes, nothing but love on his face and you smirk as you sink onto his length, eliciting the most guttural groan he had ever released.

“Mmm, maker… so, s-so warm.” He rests up on his elbows, hips naturally thrusting up into you but as you tut at him and push against his lower abdomen to halt him.

“No moving.” You commanded and he let out the sweetest whimper of pleasure.

“Please, I need to fuck you so hard.” He sighs, pushing past the firm hold you had as he begged for his needs that you weren’t so willing to give just yet.

“No. Moving.” You repeat, forcing his hips back down as you begin to delicately grind your hips and down against him, his cock stretching you so well that a small curse passes your lips.

“You wanted to be teased, Crosshair,” you rasp, your index finger trailing up his chest that heaved under your touch, caressing up his neck until you grab his chin between your fingers, leaning over his lips, “so this is going to be a long evening for you.”

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lazyalani · 10 months

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Hello, I hope you're well! I hope I'm not bothering you, but if I understood correctly then you currently have requests open for Black Butler?

If I'm wrong, please feel free to delete this ask. I appreciate you taking the time to read it regardless!

If I'm not, then may I please request for Black Butler? I have all kinds of ideas myself about a situation where Ciel brings in another member of staff to help Mey-Rin out with cleaning since she can be clumsy quite often. That being said, the person (Mc, reader, whoever you wish to refer to them as) isn't strong or spiritual or really that special of a person. Borderline Mary Sue with how normal their life seems, but maybe they could have something more to them than just being a normal human. How would some of the characters react to/interact with them? (Preferably romantic headcanons if that's okay, if not then feel free to change it however you wish!) My favorite characters at the manor are Snake and Sebastian, but if you want to add someone different feel free! If you only take one character per request, then can it please be Sebastian?

No pressure, no rush, you don't have to accept this. Thank you for reading my request anyway! I hope you have a lovely rest of your day, please take care of yourself and stay safe! 😊

| Black Butler [Phantomhive Estate]

| When Ciel brings in an assassin as a servant

| i was a little bit confused to what you meant as 'more than a normal human' but i assumed they aren't supernatural but not a normal civilian either, i hope this is okay, gosh im so nervous about this, but i love this request, i got this when i was in rites rehearsal in school lol, only a few dialogues, oc is gender neutral, i wasnt sure if i should put reader or oc but ig oc would fit more i hope its okay, this could also be read as reader cuz its gn anyway, i wanted to write this is fic form but i figured it would be too long, im sorry i couldn't do snake because im not really that familiar with him, this is my frist time taking up this kind of request, mixing up an assassin and romance is a bit confusing so sorry if i dont live up to your expectations, mc is referred to as 'they/them'

Ft. Ciel, Sebastian, Mey-Rin

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Extra Note: I was a lot more motivated to write this cuz you're so sweet :') lots of thanks and hugs for you

CIEL [Platonic]

Ciel encountered them during a mission as the guard dog. An assassin sent to kill him, who ofcourse, failed due to his demonic butler. After suffering an utter defeat on Sebastian's hands, Ciel had a risky idea of bringing them back with him to add to his army servants. He has seen great potential. Although Sebastian had not been fully pleased as it was risky because they were literally sent to kill them, he had respected his master's wishes but kept an eye on them. Waking up to an unknown bedroom and then suddenly being offered a chance to work for someone you were assigned to kill before was definitely surprising for them, but after observing how the 'job' works, they reluctantly accepted.

They weren't good at doing the housework, but they weren't bad either for someone who had just started to work. Still confused, they kept observing Ciel, wondering why they were even offered the job despite almost assassinating him.

"Young Master, may I ask a question?" They asked during dinner time, dusting shelves near the dining table.

"Because you're useful."

"Pardon me?"

"The answer to your question. You were going to ask why I had offered this to you, were you not?" He calmly sipped his tea, then lowering the cup to let Sebastian fill it. "Failed, but not helpless. Surely you understand why I have 'servants' like you, don't you? You'd prove to be a good ally against those pests."

".... Thank you, young master."

"You have yet to prove your full loyalty, show me your devotion, servant."

"Gladly, Earl Phantomhive."

And so they brought back the heads of their former client and their agency employer. With a few days of Sebastian still keeping an eye on them, they had slowly but surely earned the whole manor's trust.

They had soon gotten used to how their job works. Although still a bit clumsy, they had done their best to serve the Earl, gaining fondness for the child. Despite what others think, it was quite easy to have affections for the young master, whether it's out of sympathy or slowly just getting to know him. They understand what draws the other servants to their master. The Earl was cunning and ruthless, but he was still infact a child and in need of support. So they had grown to get used to taking care of him by doing simple actions and words, serving him with gentleness and fondness.

"Young Master, is the blood yours?"

"Young Master, please let me tend to your bruises."

"Young Master, it is time to eat."

"Young Master, what should I tell Sebastian to prepare?"

"Young Master, Bard has made something explode again, please civer your nose from the smoke."

"Young Master, I heard this tea is good for soothing headaches."

"Young Master, I believe it is time to rest."

As an assassin, they understand what it's like to kill. To have a shitty and frustrating background. To have to kill to survive and get what you want. To have to be cautious everytime. To not affording to let your guard down knowing the dangers of your world.

And so they are cautious and wary of anyone getting close to him. A visitor or anyone that's not originally a part of his life before. They always keep them, hence why they requested to have a slight change on their uniform to hide it.

They had heard his story from the other servants and came to an understanding of what Ciel really wants to do, to achieve. Revenge, and if it means protecting the boy and letting him live as much as he can, they will help him towards that goal.

It's only when they are in a mission and they are involved that Ciel is reminded that they are a professional assassin still.

It does make him more confident that while Sebastian is out fighting the main enemy or hunting someone, they can protect him, not letting any other enemy near him and killing them all before they can even take a step forward. It gives him chills, the same ones he feels when Sebastian shows his true abilities. It terrifies him that a human could kill so easily like a demon, and relieves him that he took them in.

Eventually, Ciel has gotten used to their subtle (not really) smothering and protectiveness. He was bothered at first, but he just let it be until he does get used to it, it's a great balance to Sebastian's sarcastic and teasing nature at times. And althought he would never admit it, he does look forward to getting pampered after a long day or mission and not get teased for it (Sebby srlsy).

SEBASTIAN [Romantic]

When he doesn't trust them yet, he sees them as a potential formidable enemy. They may not have defeated him, but they still put up quite the fight for a few minutes. Although defeated, not completely. They might not be a danger for him but they are great danger to his master, being inside the estate and meddling with other servants. He does find them a bit interesting. Normal people may not see it, the assassin's face is neutral, but their eyes are readable, atleast to him. It interests him how their eyes keep on changing emotions, curiosity, observant, interested, empathetic, understanding, sympathetic, pleased, distressed, frustrated, disagreeing, surprised. It interests him how much a human could keep on changing through so many emotions in a short time, and manage to keep it hidden under a neutral mask. And it interests him how they could keep such a calm manner while suspecting something about him.

Sebastian could see it in their eyes whenever they see or interact with him. Cautious, observing, curious. He knows they suspect he isn't human. Ofcourse, what human could do those things he did during their fight. But still, they had kept quiet about it and never asked questions, atleast not verbally. Sebastian could see so many questions hidden in their eyes, and it amuses him to see how they try to keep those questions in. It amuses him how they could really reign their own thoughts and questions despite seeing and interacting with him everyday.

When they had gained his trust, he lets his guard down just a little bit more. He admits, he finds it comforting to finally have someone competent enough in the household to help him. It's not that he really needs help, it's just that he finds it quite a bother and annoying to do every chore while doing his tasks as the Guard Dog's 'assistant' or something.

It's not really a secret that Sebastian finds it easier to be around them than the others. The way his stiffness is nowhere to be found around them, and his voice seems to be less strict. He knows and he doesn't really care when even the Earl points it out. He claims it should serve as a motivation for the others to start working harder if they don't want him to always nag them. Ofcourse he and Ciel knows there's more to it but they don't care (though Ciel definitely would save his thoughts about it for future purposes).

After a while, their curiousty does fade into just being neutral and not giving a shit about who he is or what he is. Despite having suspicions, they let it be because knowing he keeps their master safe is enough. Although they are a bit wary to how he is connected to the young master, they decide to push it down.

Sebastian and them act like normal co-workers as time passes.

"Goodmorning, Sebastian."

"Goodmorning. Has the utensil shelf been polished upstairs?"

"I did that yesterday, shall I do it again?"

"No need. Have the pests been taken care of? There were quite a few crawling around yesterday night."

"They have, I laid them in the 'garden' and let the others clean up. I will check on it again later to make sure the job is done perfectly."

"Good job. Make sure everything is fine while the young master and I take care if everything outside for later."

"Yes. Is the young master still asleep? He didn't overwork himself again, didn't he?"

"It seems that he quite did, seeing as he is still asleep right now and not calling for me. I shall get him ready for the day, I'll leave you to do the rest."

"Yes."

Sebastian does prefer interacting with them than anybody else. Okay, maybe not normal co-workers, but the most normal talk murderers pretending to be servants could do. He prefers talking to them more than any servant because they understand how he talks about the things that aren't meant to be said around anyone else. They have the intelligence Sebastian wants a subordinate to have and he's quite greatful for it. It pleases him that he can now take a little bit more time outside the manor without worrying about it burning down or the young master's safety.

Afterall, their new servant is very skilled in doing their job.

But the main reason it that because he could show sides of himself that aren't meant to be seen even by the other servants. While he may not show his true nature, he does show a little bit of non-human capabilities. Not needing to worry about it makes things easier for him, also because they can cover for him at tines. Their neutral and usual they don't care nature puts him at ease. And them being an assassin definitely adds more ease. Knowing how to kill, and anything that involves it makes it easier for him to slip out and ask a bit help.

It reaches to the point where interacting with them puts him at ease after a long day or after an annoying event. Sebastian is definitely more comfortable around them than anyone else.

He does know what it means. He knows what the little tingle feeling he feels when he hears their voice. He knows what the ease on his back means when he sees them. And he doesn't mind at all. It feels good so why would he deny it? Although it could propose a few problems in the future, but he'll worry about it when it gets there.

When he realizes it, he gets a little more softer on them.

"Job well done as usual."

"After dusting that, you may take a rest."

"Have you eaten? The food I made a while ago is still fresh."

"Ah, do be careful dealing with those pests, they might be quite a handful."

"I imagine you might be tired from dealing with those cockroaches, the tea is still hot, it is good for body pains."

And yes, other people do notice. And yes, Ciel does know, and he doesn't give a shit as long as it doesn't interfere with their missions and tasks. Plus, it gives him opportunities to tease his butler back.

It also adds that whatever is going on will not have to interfere with his tasks to his master because he knows full well that they can protect theirself, the household, and the young master. They are a professional assassin and does not need protection and direct orders and intructions to kill and hunt.

In any case, Sebastian and them would deal with their growing affections slowly and quietly, letting it grow further while letting the each other savor it.

As times passes by, Sebastian does get a little bit more bold with his words and actions. He grows quite more confident when they reciprocate his advances.

All in all, Sebastian was drawn to them because he can show a little more if his true self around them. Because despite disgusing as a servant, they don't exactly differ from when they act as an assassin or a servant. They don't lose their personality and turn into a normal person when changing roles. They are competent in any role they take and know what needs to be done, how to talk about house chores and how to talk about other things, when to meddle, what to do, what needs to be left unasked, how to deal with their emotions efficiently, and does not get distracted by the slights of things.

MEY-RIN [Platonic]

Mey-rin sees them as an older sibling.

Sure they might be monotone and apathetic at most times, but their caring nature makes her think otherwise.

"Mey-rin, be careful, you might fall down."

"Please don't move too much, you might get injured."

"Ah, use this instead of that, this is more effective."

"Oh, don't do that, it will make blood flow out more."

They definitely scare her when they are at the battlefield. Those emotionless eyes and monotone voice are more terryfing than everything when they hold their katana and slash through the enemies. The thought of them being their ally when they keep enemies from coming at her makes her calm.

Merciless, definitely. But she sees them a bit different inside the manor. Those scary eyes are replaced by a neutral face. They rarely smile but she can see their caring actions towards everyone, especially towards their young master.

She was definitely more than happy to know that they can live up to Sebastian's standards in doing house chores because they definitely need help. Although she is ashamed and embarassed to be outdone and to ask for help from a new servant, she can't help but do it and admire them. She can't help but ask them to teach her, and she was happy to know that they agreed.

"I see, instead of doing that, I think you should do it sideways so the duster can cover everything."

"Try cleaning in a more staright posture so you don't fall down."

"How about starting at the top so you don't fall down bending when you start at the bottom of the stairs?"

"I am glad to be of help."

She does look up to them so much. She is very glad that they are as competent in the house chores as they are in the battlefield.

When she observes then, she can quite see the similarities of when they are outside. They still have that stealth when they are walking, that swiftness and speed when doing chores, the effiency when doing tasks, and the quality when doing everything.

It honestly terrifies her how they can just kill so easily without any trace of emotion and pretend to be a normal servant as though nothing happens at night.

Despite obviously having a crush on their resident visual butler, he also does intimidate her in a way the new servant does.

The new servant does make her a little bit more scared, but it brushes of everytime she sees and hears them taking care of everyone. It makes her happy that under that apathetic face they wear, they truly care for all of them. And it makes her relieved that they aren't an enemy.

Ofcourse, she was wary of her before, all of them were. But they did see their improvement. From doing chores improvement to socializing improvement.

When they kind of 'nag' her to be careful on standing in chairs to dust the shelves and clean the stairs, she feels warm. It feels like having an older sibling nag at you to take care of yourself.

They also have the room next to Mey-rin, and when she has her nightmares about her past, they come comforting her. Despite the usual monotone of their voice, she can feel their concern. They may not be much of a talker, their comfort is quiet, but it's enough for her that they listen to her thoughts and worries and understand her.

They also remind her to change her glasses when it's near breaking. Or when she falls and breaks her glasses, they always offer to buy a new one and let her rest and tend to her small bruises.

All in all, she's glad to have someone who can be there for when she's sniper Mey-rin, maid Mey-rin, and sad Mey-rin.

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myveryownfanfiction · 2 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: Swearing, ranting from reader

The noise from the water park was getting unbearable, even with the door to Owen's office closed. I dug my headphones out of my bag and plugged them in but even the music blasting from the laptop couldn't drown anything out. Groaning, I put my head on the desk. The little clock at the bottom of the exam kept ticking away, reminding me that I was taking an insane amount of time to complete it. There was a knock on the door before it opened. I pulled out my headphones as the person walked in.

"Whoa. Hey." Owen said. "No dying on the clock." I lifted my head and glared at him, propping my chin on the desk. "Oh. Its that bad then?" I nodded and he walked over to see the exam I was taking. "Yeah. No. Can't help with that. Like at all."

"That's ok." I said with a sigh, running my hands down my face. "Neither can I. I don't know what I need this for. It isn't even part of my actual degree or anything. I mean it is but not what I want to use the damn degree for." I leaned back in the chair and let it hit Owen in the stomach.

"Ow." he said, but not moving away. "How much more you have to go with this?"

"Like the exam or the class?" I asked, looking back at him. "Because both feel like forever."

"The exam." He said, leaning down as he righted the chair. Owen put his hand on the table next to the laptop and leaned closer. "Ok. Four more questions you can do this."

"No. I can't." I moaned, letting my head fall back against his arm that was braced against my chair. "It took me 40 minutes to get here! That's three questions Owen. Three fucking questions I'm not even sure are filled out correctly!" Owen put his hand on my shoulder and gently rubbed it.

"Have you talked to the teacher? Maybe get some extra help or something?" He said, eyes roaming over the computer screen still.

"Ha!" I laughed. Owen looked at me. "The teacher is shit. Talks at us instead of to us. Grades and corrects us but half the shit that we get wrong wasn't even fucking covered in the lessons. At all. And when she does answer our questions, it always goes back to check the lesson. Well I'm sorry but the crap you added to correct whatever it was I put down wasn't even there! Maybe don't dock points for shit you didn't even cover!" Owen squeezed my shoulder. "And then...and then...she expects you to remember all this crap so it isn't even written down anywhere except in the lessons cuz she's too lazy to compile it all and the students are too brain dead to do it themselves! So you have to spend twenty minutes to find the shit you need only to see it was the wrong shit to begin with!" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “I feel like I’m failing no matter what I do.”

“so why don’t you cheat?” Owen asked with a shrug. I gave him a look.

“I did. Copied and pasted from somewhere else. And she marked it wrong! Like she graded it to her standards and it was wrong!” Owen chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me. A kiss was pressed to my temple. “Owen I just can’t take this anymore. It’s driving me up a wall.”

“does how long you take on this matter?” He asked after a minute. I shook my head. “Come on. We’re going for a ride.” He pulled me up and started to drag me out of the office.

“Owen I’m not in the mood.” I groaned. He laughed and shook his head.

“not that kind of ride.” He said, smiling at me. “But I’m not opposed to one later.” I rolled my eyes. “No im talking about driving down the highway as fast as we can without getting caught. Top down. Radio blasting. Come on. You’ll love it.”

“alright. Alright.” I agreed as Owen grabbed his keys. “I do need to finish that exam eventually though.” Owen nodded before opening the car door for me. When he had gotten in, the car reved to life. He peeled out of the parking lot and headed out to the highway.

“so how much longer do you have this class?” He asked, glancing over at me. “Am I going to have to stay out of my office for months on end now?”

“no. Just today.” I sighed. “Just because of the exam. I didn’t have enough time to do that at home and it’s due by the end of the night. Thanks for that by the way. Not sure if I said it.” Owen nodded, reaching over to hold my hand.

“anytime. Just let me know when you need it.” He said, pulling my hand up to kiss it. “And I want you to know that anytime you need to vent again, well I’m here.” I nodded.

“thanks Owen.” I said softly. He nodded before gunning it down the highway, a smile on both our faces.

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spinoff-antithesis · 1 year

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i actually have not stopped thinkin bout your bb!edit like,,,, its so good and scratches my brain right

how long have you been doin edits for? do have any tips for someone, who hypothetically, wants to start doin edits too? what programs do you use? how did you do the cool animated bits?

im so sorry for all the qustions 😭😭 i just think youre very talented and inspirational and i hope you have a good day ^_^

hi firstly oh my gosh you're literally so sweet i am gently shaking you i love you so much /p. secondly, i apologize for the long answer! (it's all under the cut. this got away from me. i'm so sorry apparently i have a lot to say.) (also you're so good about the questions i would constantly be asking one of my professors questions during class to the point where she said i didn't have to go "i have a question" every time i approached her)

i've been editing since 2016! around march/april, i think? loved it so much i went into film & video production in college as a major so i could do editing for a living. (i have done more motion graphics for my classmates than i have done edits outside of class assignments, BUT!)

the program i use is after effects - i started learning it when covid first hit the united states because i had nothing better to do with my time (other than music theory but i failed that bc my professor focused more on the history aspects than the actual theory soooo) and my ipad kept giving me the "no more storage" whenever i tried to use videostar lmao. (vs has, apparently, gotten a LOT of good updates, so if you're looking to start editing and have an ios system, i'd look into it! only downside is you have to pay for some of the cool stuff).

also the program i use for masking (i think i explain this later dwdw) is superimpose. i've been using it since 2014 and it's SO nice bc i can use my fingers to erase backgrounds & stuff instead of hoping i can get it to work correctly in ae or photoshop (photoshop my DETESTED i'll use it but i'll complain the entire time).

for people who want to start editing: tutorials on how your program works and how to do specific transitions are gonna be your best friend when you're first figuring things out! i forced a friend to literally walk me through how after effects worked when i was first figuring it out, and when i had swapped to videostar back in 2017/2018(?) i had watched a Lot of tutorials. that and played around a lot and figured things out on my own - which is also always a good way to start!! it's also totally valid to look at other people's edits for inspiration - most editors don't really care, as long as you don't flat-out remake their edit (some people don't like that!). i have a style insp folder on instagram where i save edits that i like so if i need transition ideas or i'm doing a different style, i can look there for inspiration. at the end of the day, as long as you're having fun with it that's all that matters!

also, starting simple is always okay!! my edits for a year were just me slapping gifs & video segments together on a timeline in cute cut pro bc imovie didn't load them lol & it'd crash every time i breathed. ++ it never hurts to ask people for feedback/constructive(!!!) criticism/etc! (also not to sound like everyone else but practice? good. it's so good. if i showed my 14/15y/o self some of the edits i can make now they would've passed out on the spot bc i was still trying to figure out transitions back then. programs can also sometimes make a difference in edits, but usually it's not super noticeable until you start getting to the Complicated Shit.)

a lot of popular programs i've seen are ones like video star (ios only), alight motion (android only), after effects (i recommend 🏴‍☠️ing it tbh, i only use it legally bc i had to use adobe programs for school), capcut, and i think some people still use sony vegas pro & maybe cute cut pro (i've heard it may have actually gotten better since i last used it in 2018)? i have no idea. programs also depend on whatever device you're using to edit on! since i've been using my laptop, i'm able to use after effects (it's computer-only), but when i used my phone/ipad to edit i used ccp & vs.

for the animation - it's a lot of cutting up the image and masking! more complex animations, like the one i had of leo walking down that red 'hallway' have several different layers that have been masked. (i removed the background & filled in the spot where leo originally was in two different apps - superimpose (taking leo out) & photoshop (filling in the bg)) in after effects, the way i've done this was mask out the specific thing i wanted to move (like an eye) and then put that mask on what i've called a "base" (not animated), and then stick a solid behind the base to match the color of the object. (some of my layers are not named appropriately; base 2 is the left arm & the four "SIX_[...]" layers are the mask/bandana tails)

an example of this would be for any of the eye blink animations i did! this (above) is the same shot, with and without the eye - since it's masked out and i have the background solid behind it, it doesn't look too unnatural/have a black outline/mass where his eye should be.

what it looks like without the solid layer behind it ^ (the red lines are from the null layers - ignore that)

this is what my timeline looks like if it's a more simplistic animation - the only five things being animated here are leo & raph's eyes. (there's only this many layers bc it's two characters in one shot & i was also animating their pupils - typically, an eye-blink animation is about 4-6 layers for me (solid, base, mask, & null to animate with, 6 if i'm animating both eyes & 4 if just one))

in after effects, there's this really cool tool called the puppet pin that one of my friends (lovingly) yelled at me for not knowing about - which. yeah fair she wasn't wrong it's SUPER useful in animating, provided you chop up your image first. if you don't it's a mess.

(separated by layer vs i should've really put the mask tails & leo's head on separate layers and didn't bc that was the 2nd to last animation i had to do and i was losing my mind bc i wanted to be done with the edit lmao)

the way people animate depends all on their style (there's two common ways to do blinking animation - having the anchor point at the bottom of the eye, or the middle of it) and the program they use. it's been a while, but i could probably tell you how to do some basic animations on videostar still even though i've been doing them in after effects for about 2-3years now. ALSO the best way to have an animation be noticeable is to over-exaggerate it/make them Big - which, yes, can mean 'breaking bones' and having the limbs be a little wonky at the start. (if you want it to be realistic though go Just to the point where it looks uncomfortable lmao)

uhm. again i am so sorry that this is so long i THINK this is everything? if not: my inbox/dms are always open if you ever want to ask more questions, wanna follow up on something, etc etc!! (also if you ever start editing please send me your edits!!! i'd love to see them <3)

#this got away from me im SO sorry (just put this in google docs out of curiosity. 1255 words. i am so sorry for the essay.)#uhm. ANYWAY YES like i said if you have any other questions feel free to reach out!!! i am always alway willing to help people out #with stuff like this!!! i can talk your ear off though if this wasn't enough proof of that /j #if nothing makes sense it's bc i'm responding to this at like. 5am my time. so. my bad if there's typos i'm so sorry #like i think i saw this ask at 4:40ish am and i'm still making sure i've got everything covered and its like 5:32am LMAO #me when i dont sleep bc i have no routine now #ask box pals #art creds in the screenshots to trubblegumm !! <- tagging to be safe #still in shock at the amount of positive feedback im getting from my bb!leo edit like oh my god you guys are incredible ilysm /p #sorry i discovered in the middle of typing out my tags that you can edit them now after you've hit enter where am i.#also this is offtopic so its down here but i am Not complaining about doing more motion graphics than actual editing.#a bitch has won two awards for their motion graphics at festivals and i've been doing them for a YEAR #(laughs in the first time i ever did a real one i won a student award. idk how. but i DID and i won the pro category this year <3)#it would be nice tho to do more editing for short films tho :( had a professor tell me i was good at it.#i should rly start using my camera and shoot my own stuff and edit it huh. maybe i will eventually i have a few ideas.#anyway. i need to stop rambling abt my experience as a film student and go to bed i apparently need to be up in the morning but idk WHEN

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Istg i am so tense today 💀

So yesterday was Friday. Its Saturday morning here rn, btw. And some of my friends werent coming to college due to personal reasons. Now because everyone is usually busy in their work, no one has time to send the notes from the classes, so they told everyone to take the day off. Our Fridays are shorter days btw.

Being the head girl of the college, i tried to stop them cuz it might get us in trouble. But they didnt listen, so everyone was taking the day off. So i also thought that there is no reason to go to the college cuz no ones coming. So no one came, as planned.

EXCEPT ONE GIRL. She advertised the plan of not coming to college to everyone on our insta group, and then she just backed out. We thought that it was ok as long as she didnt tell anyone.

BUT THEN WHAT HAPPENED? We get a message from the teachers, saying that the parents have to tell the reason why everyone except that girl came. We panicked a bit but we all had our excuses. We decided not to message the teacher and just tell our excuses on Monday.

And thats where it all came crashing down. We just got a message, like 5 mins before the time i am writing this, that our whole class except that girl will be heavily penalized because we 'lied to our parents about the day being off' and 'breaking the college discipline code'. Btw we never lied to our parents.

Anyways, we found out that THAT GIRL SNITCHED ON US, SENT OUR CHAT'S SCREENSHOTS TO THE PRINCIPAL, AND GOT OUT OF THE PLAN LIKE SHE WAS NEVER INVOLVED. Mind you, if her parenyts had agreed to let her take the day off, she would never have come to school. And she was so unapologetic too. Like i get that we werent all innocent, but snitching and throwing everyone under the bus is so wrong 😭😭😭

I never liked that girl tbh. She fails her classes, she is not good at any extra curriculars, she is a wannabe teachers pet. And she visits the washroom 10 times a day idk why. Thats suspicious, if you ask me.

Im sorry for this long story, but i just wanted to vent out. Please pray for me and my class 😓

-🦔

this girl sounds horrible so i hope your weekend is better, i am glaring at her from my laptop and patting your back as well >:( rude little troll- please keep me posted bc this sounds…i want to know you are ok plz

side rant that happened with a girl in my class that turned out to be a cousin of mine…she so fricking ditzy giggling and making the teacher answer the most randomest questions in class while they give us lecture like bish wait or write it down BUT NO she keeps going and asking about the test and only paying attention to a lecture if its going to be on a test and not the actual INFORMATION WE NEED TO DO THE JOB LIKE BISH LIFE ISN"T ABT A GRADE????? i care abt my grade and study but like i want to perform the actual job correctly so even if the textbook is old i want to understand the idea and actually perform the task up to the standards NOT WEAR MY HEADPHONES AND LEAVE RANDOMLY FOR ABT AN HOUR OF CLASS ONLY TO BUG THE TEACHER ABT DOING THE LECTURE AGAIN BC YOU "LEFT SOMETHING IN UR CAR" why do you have to leave TEN TIMES A DAY TO UR CAR?????????????????? and then she hugs and hangs out with me like nothing happens and smells dirty like idk ur home life but shower or borrow my perfume please TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT dont even get me started on her cheating and she has the nerve to complain abt her grades being one point less when she cheats??????????? i study and earn my grade honestly PISS OFF but i usually just smile and walk away before i punch the wall <3 bro this wednesday i was cleaning instruments during our BUSIET CLINIC EVER so i had to clean everything for eight hours straight with no help and one classmate lost a tiny screw in the sink when i left to grab some water BC I HAVEN"T DRANK WATER IN LIKE FIVE HOURS?????? so im tired, thirsty, and surviving off some milk i drank in the morning bc we don't get breaks for food either and THIS GIRL HAS THE NERVE TO LAUGH AND HUG ME SAYING THAT SHE WANTS ME TO CLEAN HER ROOM BC SHE NEEDS TO GET SMT IN HER CAR WHILE IM PANCIKING ABT LOOSING THIS SCREW THATS EXPENSIVE AND INSTRUMENTS ARE PILING (and god im so mad rn) and its all a blur after that bc i think i cried or blacked out and kept cleaning ignoring her :') i hate my life bc she thinks we're buddies and i want to slap her

whew rant over….so sorry to sound so violent this girl gets me mad and did also b4 we left class yesterday (it was friday for me) GAH

#🦔 anon

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nobutfredweasleytho · 3 years

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YOU JUST DON’T LISTEN(F.W)

Summary: Fred’s ex girlfriend writes him a letter to explain the how him using her wrecked her emotionally.

Warnings: angst, like a lot of angst, depressed Y/N, mentions of self doubt, a little swearing, mentions of parents not loving correctly, used reader. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Major thank you to Gabriella @onlyfreds for being an amazing person and encouraging me to write whatever this mess is. I am forever grateful to you

(The font is terrible Im sorry im just getting used to working on tumblr)

Fred Weasley checked the muggle clock on his nightstand. 10:30 AM. His mom will call him for breakfast anytime now. He has been awake for quite some time if he can even count the 30 minutes he tried to sleep but couldn’t, not when every time he tries to close his eyes his mind and eventually dreams are clouded by her. By the last time he looked at her, how devastated she looked, How her face was wet from her tears and her eyes bloodshot red, but the thing Fred will never be able to forget is her voice. How raw and vulnerable she sounded while saying the most horrible thing’s anyone has ever said to him, but he can’t blame her, he has no one to blame but himself because in the end it was he who caused all of this and now its come to bite him in the ass. He hears the door open and his twin brother George enters.

“Mom says breakfast is ready and she wants you downstairs. She says she’ll drag you herself if you don’t show up again today.”

“Tell her I’m not hungry and I’ll come grab a bite later.” I really don’t feel like being surrounded by other people right now. Not in this pathetic state I’m in. Besides it will take me willpower I don’t have to not hex Ron into oblivion.

“Well she will not take no for an answer and I wont either. What’s done is done now and you’ll have to face the world someday so start with your own family because everyone down there is worried sick about you and the least you can do is show your face once in a while so they know you haven’t died of starvation or sleep deprivation.” George has worry written all over him and I’m sure the rest of the family has it too. I feel even more like shit for worrying them.

“Fine. But I come back here if she is mentioned are we clear?”

“We weren’t gonna mention Y/N anyway now lets go moms worried sick for your dumbass.”

Breakfast was going smoothly with Ginny and Ron being exited for Quidditch season, Harry and Bill discussing the unfortunate events of the Triwizard tournament last year, dad asking Hermione about a rubber duck whatever that is, but the most shocking thing is mom asking me and George about the joke shop products. George is doing most of the talking but still the fact that shes even asking is awesome. I was finally feeling peaceful this whole winter break until I heard a hoot outside the window.

“I thought it was Tuesday but since mail is here does it mean its Friday already? Oh how fast time is going.

“No Arthur honey you are right it is Tuesday, Bill or George can one of you see if that owl has the owners name attached to it and bring whatever letter he has here to see who is it for.”

Bill got up from his seat and went to the window next to the countertop to look at the mystery owl. “Do we even know a Y/N Y/L/N?”

The room went quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the owls hoot asking for its treat. Bill seemed not to realise this as he took the letter from the owl, gave him a treat and sent it on its way.

“To Fred Weasley from Y/N Y/L/N… Who’s Y/N is she the girl you’ve been crying over this whole time huh Freddie?” Bill chuckled but I just grabbed the letter. I had no time to even be mad at him because once again my mind fogs up with only her. I couldn’t help but feel relieved and the happiest I felt in a long time. She has forgiven me. Y/N forgave me. That has to be it. Why else would she send me a letter?

“I had a great time with you guys but there’s important matters for me to attend so I have to go to now. Thanks mom the breakfast was amazing as always.” And with that I sprinted towards my room, locked the door and examined the letter in my hands. It was a bunch of them in here. I went to mine and George’s worktable threw some papers that were on top of it to make room for these letters and carefully opened the envelope.

The first thing that I grabbed was a photo. It was a polaroid of me and Y/N on the Gryffindor common room. Happiness filled my heart when I started remembering this night. I looked at the back of the polaroid and surely enough there was a writing on it.

Fred and Yn on the Gryffindor common room at 1 AM the night she turned 17. Listening to ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”. Picture taken by major 3rd wheel George Weasley.

Tears filled my eyes when I remember this night. It was the night I looked at her the way I always should have. Not as a replacement of someone who didn’t care about me.

The next one was also a polaroid photograph but this one I don’t remember being taken. It’s a picture of Y/N teaching me how to play the guitar. I can make up that we are in her dorm but not more as the picture is taken in black and white. I look at the back and surely this one also has a writing on it but the handwriting doesn’t look familiar at all.

A drunken Y/N accompanied by a even drunker Fred trying to play the guitar in the middle of the night. If I fail my charms exam tomorrow I’m killing you both but right now you two look adorable. Picture taken by Cho Chang.

The third one is an actual letter. I chuckle looking at the handwriting. Always so precise and not even one line out of place. I always thought Y/Ns handwriting always contradicts her hot headed persona but it’s actually really cute. I start reading the letter and my heart stops.

Dear Freddie,

I can only imagine the shock that receiving a letter from me would cause you right now especially after our last conversation.

But I have a lot to get off of my chest and I wont be able to move on if I haven’t said it all. Call me a coward but I was really scared to ask you to meet me so I can say it in person, but maybe that’s what I have always been. A coward. A coward because I get scared when someone wants to enter my life, a coward because I hate trying new things at the expense of failing, a coward because I should be able to confront people who brought darkness and sadness to my life.

But one thing I will admit Fred Weasley is that I wasn’t a coward when It came to loving you. It was the first time that I let someone come into my life and heart the way you did, and it will probably be the last. Throughout our “relationship” if you can even call it that as it was more of you customizing me to be her, to be someone I’m not. But that’s why you even talked to me is it, because I reminded you of her.

The signs were right in front of me and I feel stupid enough not to have seen them. But I guess people are right when they say love is blind. Love is such a funny thing to me as the first time I experienced the right kind of love was through you. But that was me creating stuff in my head. You didn’t love me no, you loved the idea of me. But I loved you. I loved you more than anything or anyone I have ever loved, I loved everything about you. But you just don’t listen. You don’t listen to anyone around you. Not George, not your other siblings, not Lee or any of your other friends for that matter, not your professors, but most importantly you don’t listen to me.

You didn’t listen when I told you that the love my parents gave me was only because I reminded them of my brother, the love my old friends back home gave me was one of interest. Everywhere I go no matter who I talk to no one will love me for me. I came to accept that until I met you.

You were funny and crazy and brave and oh so gorgeous. You were basically everything I looked for in… well everything. In a friend or in a partner it doesn’t matter. I thought you saw me for who I am. A broken teenager with issues but that at the end of the day was deserving of love. Oh how wrong I have been but no more wrong than you. You knew this but you just didn’t listen.

That makes us both horrible people now does it. Me who thought you were some kind of savior or some kind of saint and selfishly wrapped myself around your love and you who used me because I remind you of your ex girlfriend who broke your heart. But mine is excused I feel like and yours isn’t.

You would have kept me going for who knows how long just so you can live your imaginations you had for someone else.

Did you think about her the first time we slept together?

Was I not enough for you Freddie?

Was I too clingy too soon?

Is it my hot temper that gets the best of me?

So many questions will be left unanswered on my end because frankly, I never want to speak of you again. Sure I am deprived of love but I will not take it if its not directed directly at me.

I still care about you and will continue to support you and George on whatever you set your mind into. I was waking through Diagon Alley last week and saw this little store with a “for sale” sign. It’s right in the middle of Diagon Alley. I hate how my first thought went that you would have loved it but I seem to do that a lot recently.

I’ll get dressed and think would Fred love this skirt or this shirt.

I start applying lipstick and I’ll think will Fred love this color.

I start eating and I’ll think does this look good enough that Fred would’ve stolen a piece of it when I’m talking to Ginny.

I don’t even know why I am telling you this. How pathetic I’ve become clinging into someone that doesn’t want me.

Anyway I’ve probably bored you enough with my ranting but I wouldn’t have been able to move on unless I said everything that felt heavy on my heart. I also attached some photos I thought you’d like to keep seeing as now you can see yourself with Kayla without having the burden to be near me.

Say hi to your siblings and Harry for me.

Have a nice life,

Y/N

#harry potter #fred x y/n #fred weasley series #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley angst #george weasley #hogwarts #fred and goerge weasley #weasley family #sadnees #i hate this

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simpsiren · 3 years

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Not every day.

wong yukhei x reader

description. After coming home from a failed date, I found a stranger drinking and sitting on my sofa. The stranger explained that he’s a Cupid and he’s about to get fired because of my inability to get a second date.

genre. angst, fluff, cupid au

word count. 1.5k~

warnings. nonee

a/n. struggled with coming up an idea and i just saw this prompt so i decided to use it chxndndn i might have a continuation since this is interesting in my opinion but we’ll see since im starting to get hella busy :( but ENJOY!

I found myself dragging my feet down the dark streets of my town. How’d I even end up here? I was having a date with the guy I met on Instagram just a few hours ago. I scoffed to myself, thinking about how I got dumped yet again. I dated him for at least three months. And just like that, I was thrown away by him. One night, one big blow.

Though at this point, I was too tired to think anymore. I already had a long day at work. And just as I thought I was about to have a relaxing night with a lover, I guess that’s how I ended up in this situation. I didn’t have him drive me as he’d always would so I had to walk home. My slouched posture and slow steps inched closer and closer to my apartment.

I stopped, letting out a sad sigh as I looked up to the sky and closed my eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath to inhale the cold night air. “Why are you like this...” I muttered under my breath. Life has been stable for me don’t get me wrong. I guess the only problem to the completion of my successful life was the absence of a successful lover.

I continued walking till I ended up at the front of my doorstep. I dug a hand into my purse lazily to find my keys, eventually grabbing it from the bottom below all my other necessities and took it out. I unlocked the door in the split of a second, knowing that this was the last obstacle I had to go through before I could just pass out.

I locked the door behind me as I entered, throwing my shoes carelessly off to one corner. I didn’t bother turning on the lights as I stepped in, immediately making my way to my room.

“Rough night?”

I froze in my spot. Did I hear that correctly? I was too scared to turn around. The voice sounded like it came from the living room. I gulped nervously, thinking that it’s all in my head and that I was just hearing things.

I shuffled my feet deeper into the hallway, only to have the same voice sound out a, “Aren’t you going to acknowledge me?”

“It’s not every day you get to meet me.” I heard him say, but I didn’t even take it into consideration with what I said next since I was starting to get panicky.

I spun around sharply, dropping my purse and holding both hands up in the air. I shut my eyes closed, my lips pursed into a thin line. “I didn’t see your face. You can rob anything you want. I won’t report you so please get out.” I scrambled out of fear that shook under my skin, thinking it was some robber.

The person doesn’t answer and instead kept quiet for a whole twenty seconds before he bursted out laughing. Not the sinister or intimidating kind, but the one that actually expressed that the person thought that I was genuinely being funny.

“You think I want to steal? I have way better valuables.”

Slowly but surely, I opened my eyes. It took awhile for them to adjust in the darkness but once they did, I saw a figure sitting casually on the couch, legs crossed with one hand sitting on his thigh while the other rested over the back pillow. His posture looked relaxed and lazy.

I blinked my eyes rapidly. Unsure if what I was seeing in front of me was even real. A stranger is in my house. “Who the fuck are you?” I asked, now that I knew he wasn’t a robber out to rob who knows what since I didn’t even have anything of value here, I had the slightest bit of confidence to sound angry and or annoyed.

He chuckled, which gave me a questionable look with my head tilted just a few degrees to the side. “I’m a Cupid. Heard you got thrown off the man’s list and I’m about to get fired if I don’t help you.” My mouth gaped open as I tried to repeat his words to myself in my head. Cupid? Those actually existed? And one’s sitting right in front of me?

With a sudden snap of his fingers, the living room light was switched on and it revealed him. He had his hair braided to the back, wearing a white shirt wifh tons of pearl necklaces all in different sizes and lengths under an expensive white blazer jacket that had extreme textured details to it. Yet, he wore plain light washed jeans and black sneakers, which didn’t affect his overall high class outfit. Not to mention his very beautiful and charming face. I would have done a double take if I saw him on the streets.

“Uh what? Cupid? Is there something wrong up there? Need me to take you to a mental institution?” I asked, bringing my hand up to my head and tapping my index finger beside it lightly. He looked at me with an unimpressed look on his face.

“Or should I call the police? Cause’ you’re a stranger in my house and that’s called a break in.” He cocked his chin up, scoffing loud and arrogantly. “Didn’t I tell you that I’m Cupid? People can’t even see me. Unless I make myself visible that is.”

“Anyways believe or not, yes I’m Cupid. Specifically your Cupid. And I’ve been tasked to make sure you get a second date or else I lose my job. You get it?”

I ran a hand through my hair furiously as I tried to suck in all this sudden information that’s just been thrown at me. I couldn’t believe it at first. But he seemed so real, I couldn’t be imagining things.

“So I call you Cupid?” I voiced shook a little as I tried to speak up, my confidence dying ever so slightly as I took into consideration that this is real and it sounds like it’s no joking manner from the way he explained himself ealier.

“Lucas will do, thank you.” I sighed, not sure what to do with the current situation. My plan of plopping myself onto my bed and knocking out has now been completely thrown out the window. I really wished that I could just walk away from all this and do so.

“Um I honestly have no brain power to process any of this...” I swirled my hand around his figure lazily. “This shit. So can we do it tomorrow or something?” I groaned, rubbing my temples as my eyes began to feel heavy, the sleepiness already starting to kick in.

He didn’t answer but rather stood up and walked towards me slow and steady. My head tilted down slightly but I still saw his footsteps drawing in closer with his hands shoved in his jeans. “Sure. But I don’t have much time. The Neos won’t be happy if I don’t get this done.”

“Neos?” Great, another information that I accidentally asked about and now Lucas has to explain it though I think it’s going to be irrelevant.

“Its basically the other Cupids. We’re called Neos from NeoZone. It gets confusing since we all have different roles so you aren’t needed to know that.” I heaved a sigh. Thank God.

“Wait there are other Cupids?” The sudden question hit me as I tilted my head up to meet his gaze, brow raised. Lucas hummed and nodded simply.

I pucker my lips as I gave it a second thought. “Are there any other hot Cupids than you?” A slight smirk appeared on my lips. Not sure where I was heading by asking these questions if I’m being fully honest here.

“You think I’m not hot enough?” Lucas let out an exasperated gasp as he placed his hand on his chest, puffing it up as his mouth gaped open. “I mean the other Cupids are too popular and are currently too busy.”

Lucas folded his arm, weight shifting from one leg to the other as his head tilted to the side, giving me a blank and cold expression. “So you’ll have to make do with me.” He gave a cheeky eye smile afterward, which made me laugh due to how sudden the change was.

“Don’t even think of falling in love with a Cupid anyways even if you did get the popular ones. That’s already dangerous.” Lucas added. I narrowed my eyes on him, squinting them as I leaned my body forward. “How so?”

Lucas huffed, placing a hand on his forehead. “We’re suppose to help people in terms of love and romantic relationships. Falling in love as a Cupid would cause major disruption. It happened before.”

Lucas paused for a moment, looking up in the sky for a moment as if recalling something to add on. “The cupid has to become a human if they were to be in love with another human. Basically giving up their wings and abilities, advantages.”

“And trust me. I do not want that.”

“It’s not like we’re falling in love.”

I shrugged plainly. But boy was I extremely wrong as I went on the journey with Lucas, our objective and main purpose slowly shifting into something else the more we spent time together.

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jinnwenhe · 3 years

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51 blind!femreader with raihan

Do it coward

Used artwork credit here

A/N: Says the one who wont come off anon. I really like the idea of this one, i get to express my headcanon of Raihan being a soff and gentle boi- nonetheless, thanks for the ask! Hopefully you'll like it.

Oh and im making this into a two part mini fanfic—

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Gallade carefully held your hand as he leads you to the nearest pokemon center in Hammerlocke; the knight-like pokemon made sure you took your steps correctly as one of his hands were on your back, supporting you.

You were thankful that your mom gave you Ralts when you were a little kid, in which ralts evolved into a male kirlia when your mom accidentally exposed it to a dawn stone. Nonetheless, it didn't stop you from giving him the same love and affection as you did before— Gallade grew fond of you too as he watches you grow up into a bright individual, not losing hope even if you've lost your sense of sight from the moment you were born.

Many memories were made ever since then, especially when you participated in the gym challenge together with your trusted pokemon. Some challengers you've met immediately looked down on you the first time they saw you, and some are quite the opposite, treating you kindly and competing with you healthily. Luckily, your Gallade is always there to protect you if someone ever dares to lay a finger on you, same with your bestfriend Hop.

You're just grateful that you didn't have to go through this alone, yknow?

But, apparently the environment in the Dragon Type Gym wasn't that friendly, and it didn't go well. Before you started you challenge with the dragon tamer himself, you were challenged by a group of teens, who obviously looked down on you since they noticed that you weren't 'normal'; the battle itself was gruelling, but Gallade manages to bring you back to safety, along with Gardevoir.

Before the battle, the group of teens muttered harsh words about you, speaking about how you shouldn't advance forwards to the next gym leader since that its evident on how defeat is imminent considering your conditions.

However, you were somewhat used to these type of insults ever since you were a child. Your bullies helped you in the process of toughening up yourself, and you did it quite well— it's just that one of them said something in particular which leads to you feeling empty and.. hopeless.

Gallade took a notice in your behavior and decided that he will give your opponent no mercy in the battle afterwards, Gardevoir agreed on helping him too, seeing you feeling down because of their simple words and stingy mouths.

They then tried cheering you up when the battle ended, you replied with a soft smile and told your pokemon that you're going to be alright, and that they should focus on the oncoming match with the dragon type gym leader himself.

Gardevoir went back into your pokeball as Gallade stayed outside, guiding you to the pokemon center.

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Back to the present, you got all your pokemon healed up and everything was back to normal. Though you wasn't sure if Gallade was alright since he stayed outside this whole time to help you get where you are.

"Gallade, do you need to recover?" You said as your hand tried to reach the pokemon's shoulder, and the knight-like pokemon was quick to hold your hand and lead it to where his shoulder was, followed by a cheerful sound emitted from the pokemon himself. He seemed like he didn't need to recover, hence he lets out that sound from earlier; you only laughed and gave his shoulder a light pat, muttering a trail of soft 'okay's afterwards.

Even so, you tried to take out a few of the snacks you bought from the vending machine, rummaging through your bag as you relied on you sense of touch to find the said item. After awhile, you felt your hand pressing on the texture of what it seems to be a plastic; you made sure it was the correct item you was going for, shaking it twice before finally taking it out of your bag.

You gave your pokemon the snack, accompanied with a bright grin. Even if you're not able to see your Gallade's reactions, you could feel him happily accepting the snack you gave him and tearing it open, immediately munching on the food.

Well, as long your pokemon is happy, you're happy too.

While Gallade was busy enjoying himself with his snack, you walked around the pokemon centre, trying to find a seat to put your bag down and take a moment to relax yourself. You knew walking around yourself anywhere was a bad idea when you didn't have your guide pokemon with you, but you did it anyways, wanting to be independent for once and not trouble your pokemon. Gallade already did so much for you, its only fair that you shouldn't trouble him when you got the chance, after all, its only the pokemon centre, how hard can it be to find a seat? Surely its there, somewhere.

You began taking small steps with your hand reaching out infront of you, making sure you wouldn't bump onto a wall or something while you were walking. "So far so good" you said to yourself as you wandered around the area, not bumping into anyone or anything.

Your hand was touching the wall for support, while the other one was facing down, trying to grasp the texture of a table....if you ever managed to find one, that is.

But apparently, all you found was a person as you bumped into their side, or assumingly it was their side; your sudden act of foolishness was followed by a sound of 'oof' coming from your side, and a sound of "ah?" From their side, probably from not expecting this happening.

"Im so sorry" you apologized as you looked up, trying to angle your head to face their own gaze. You assumed the person was taller than you since most of the people you met are taller than you. Gallade finally picked up on what's happening and rushed to your side, apologizing too in your stead and hoping that the person would understand your condition.

The person, luckily, said it was alright and it wasn't a big deal— though Gallade thought the person was familiar from hearing Hop's stories back then. The pokemon looked at you, then looked back at the person, wondering if his guesses was correct; the Duralodon beside him was also curious after watching Gallade's behavior.

Duraludon notices that you were wearing the challenger uniform, in which it immediately informed it's trainer.

"Dura duraaa!!" It chirped as the man looked at it, then looking at your direction.

A grin then appeared on his lips as he began to notice your uniform too "Oh, you're a challenger?" He asked you in a relaxed tone; a huff of relief pass your lips as you thanked Arceus that the man wasn't mad for your foolish behavior. You then immediately answered him

"Yes! I am!"

You were happy that they didn't leave a harsh comment on how you were lacking one of your senses too, in which most people do the first second they notice it.

The man then proceeded on taking a card from his pocket and handed it to you. Of course you didn't understand anything that's happening for obvious reasons, but Gallade helped you by taking the card from him and giving it to you.

This made the man confused; why didn't you take his card? Why did your pokemon take it instead? Though it might be an impolite question to ask in the first time of meeting someone, he felt like he should ask, just to prevent future miscommunications and other unpleasant things from happening.

"My apologies if this sounded rude but," here it goes, you heard the first sentence and braced yourself to answer it the moment the person finishes it. "Are you visually impaired?" He asked politely, and he didn't even use the word 'Blind'!! This just shows how much he was trying to not disrespect you and ask in the most polite way.

The man's words made you feel happy and glad that he tried to be polite to you— polite to someone who's assumingly younger than him. You then replied with a nod as Gallade chirped beside you as if he's thanking the man infront of you from not disrespecting his trainer.

Duraludon seemed happy too after finding out your condition, it was accepting and welcoming, much like it's trainer.

He then muttered "Ah i see i see" after getting your response. Maybe you thought that the man was thinking about how it was quite rare to see a challenger like yourself, visually impaired and all of that, needing a guide pokemon to help you in your daily life— and here you are, living and breathing like the others. There's nothing different about you really, its just that people failed to see that and often take the action on bullying you because you were lacking one of your senses.

"Well then,"

The man spoke once again as you looked at him on the face, letting him know that you're listening to him.

"I'm Raihan, nice to meet you"

#Pokemon #Raihan x reader #Raihan #Raihan pokemon #Kibana/Raihan #Pokemon imagines #Pokemon sword #Pokemon shield #Pokemon swsh #Pokemon sword and shield #Requests #Imagines #Writing #Fanfic #X reader

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hanamakkiss · 4 years

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Making a Difference

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

summary: You find out what Ushijima Wakatoshi thinks of you.

a/n: hurt/comfort? if im classifying it wrong lemme know oki. also not really proof read

Why did you like Ushijima? Because he's handsome, tall and most importantly, he wasn't the type to lead you on.

He was straightforward, never one to beat around the bush. What he said was what he meant, he didn't waste time lying. He wasn't kind, but he wasn't unkind either. He never had an ulterior motive.

You took comfort in the knowledge that Ushijima wouldn't hang out with you if he didn't want to.

His confidence wasn't a sign of arrogance. It was merely him trusting his abilities and hardwork. When he wanted something, he doesn't think about the possibility of failing, he just works towards his goals. Something about the way he oozed decisiveness was just so attractive.

Always facing the future, never stopping to doubt himself.

When you first met him, you were intimidated by his stature and charisma. His stoic face and blunt replies were something you had never encountered.

After multiple interactions, you started to find his way of reacting to situations refreshing and cute. How he always skipped pleasantries to get to the point just wormed its way into your heart.

Guessing correctly that he wasn't the type to chase anyone, you took it upon yourself to befriend him. After months and months of talking to him, the two of you finally had some sort of hang-out schedule where you ate together everyweek or so.

This week you two were at a cafe you frequented.

Having ended your story about messing up your math test, you spent some time just appreciating your ice cream sundae. Feeling ansty, you peered over. He was mindlessly sipping an Iced Americano while looking through the window. You let slip what has been plaguing your mind recently.

"Hey, Toshi, do you enjoy hanging out with me?" you questioned between spoonfuls.

He blinks, surprised. Taking another sip, he mulls it over, "I don't think it makes a difference,"

You feel your heart sink.

Cocking your head, "Then why do you hang out with me?"

"Because you asked." It is a statement, not a question. He says it so matter-of-factly, you feel stupid for not realising it earlier.

Then it cracks.

You give a strained laugh, "What do you mean by that, we're friends right?" you're grasping at straws.

He ponders, "I suppose we are,"

He doesn't even think about you enough to form an opinion.

Crack.

He doesn't dislike you, but he doesn't like you, either. It made no difference to him if you were in his life or not.

Crack.

Why did you like Ushijima? Because he's handsome, tall and most importantly, he wasn't the type to lead you on.

But in all your daydreams, you forgot the possibility that you wouldn't even matter to him. That he wouldn't even think of you as someone to lead on.

Crack.

The rest of the conversation is done on auto-pilot.

Crack.

You smiled and waved at him as you parted ways to go home.

You watch the fissures in your heart extend and connect until it shatters just as he leaves your line of sight.

You watch it fall through the gaps between your hands along with all your careful rationalisations you made to ensure you wouldn't get your feelings played. But in the end, the only person hurt was you, again.

This time, you couldn't even fault the other party.

The next few days passed in a daze. You completely stopped approaching Ushijima. As you now expected, he didn't seem to notice, or he just didn't care.

Ushijima Wakatoshi has been feeling a little off these few days. His chest feels a little tighter? He doesn't know what it is or how it happened, but he knows something in his days is different now.

My health is in good condition, practice is normal, what else could it be? Before he could reach a conclusion, a pair of hands clasped onto his shoulder.

"Oi Wakatoshi, what happened to your puppy," Tendou leans in close to him.

He stares back, "I don't have a pet."

The other boy just laughs, "I was talking about the girl! The one that always trailed after you like a pup," he opens his locker, obscuring his face.

After a few moments of silence, he peeked out, "The one with a high ponytail? Pretty and short?"

"Are you referring to y/n?" he finally answers.

"Yes! That's the girl," his head disappears again. "Don't you think she reminds you of a puppy? Always chasing after you, and all."

Ushijima frowns, "She reminds me of her," he picks up his bag, closing the locker. "And she doesn't chase after me."

Tendou guffaws, "Classic Wakatoshi," he mimes wiping his eyes, "should've known you were gonna say that," he pats him on the back, nudging him towards the door, "Did you finally reject her? Is that why she hasn't been around you lately?"

"She doesn't like me," Ushijima locks up the room.

Tendou stuffs his hand into his pockets, "Please, everyone except you could tell she has a crush on you," he exhales, watching his breath condense.

"She never said anything to me,"

"Duh, you're not exactly the romantic type, it must have been intimidating to confess to you. Well, if you didn't reject her, then what did you do to make her mad?"

Ushijima stops walking, "I didn't do anything."

"You sure? Oh well, if you want her to stay in your life, you better do something about it quick," he turns back, "else I might swoop in to catch her, you know?" he grins.

Ushijima’s brow’s furrow. He might not know what was different in his days now, but the thought of Tendou hanging around you caused the feeling in his chest to tighten.

"Would you like to visit the cafe with me today?"

You freeze while packing your bag. Looking up, you blink a few times.

Sure enough, Ushijima Wakatoshi stands in front of your desk, waiting. Your eyebrows shoot towards your hairline. In the whole year you spent hanging around him, he has never once initiated an outing.

Confusion enters your mind, "Uh, is there a reason for this or...?"

"I just want to," he furrows his brows, "unless you're busy?"

You try not to let your hopes soar, "No! No, I'm not busy," you give him a small smile, "wait a bit for me to pack,"

The walk with him is silent.

Your mind was too busy running a mile a minute, trying to rationalise the situation. He wants to hang out with me? He probably just needs a favour right? Thoughts cycled between hopeful and resigned. Discreetly looking at him, softly squeaking when you realise he’s frowning while staring ahead. Is he mad at me? But for what?

Ushijima on the other hand, had just as much on his mind. While walking with you like this, close enough that your hands could almost brush each other, he notes that the tightness in his chest dissipates. The implications of this puzzled him.

Is this a symptom of a sickness that can only be relieved by being around you? What kind of sickness is that? He’s thinking it over when Tendou’s words enter his mind.

"Please, everyone except you could tell she has a crush on you,"

He glances at you, looking flustered and deep in thought. Do you have a crush on him? He doesn’t know the answer, but the thought of it made his chest flutter. Does he have a crush on you? Is what he finds himself asking.

He imagines he had a choice between hanging out with you or not, and he finds himself picking the former. In that choice, he realises his answer.

While walking through the park before the cafe, he stops.

You turn back to face him, cocking your head, "Is something wrong....?"

The question hangs in the air, sending your mind into overdrive.

"Do you like me?"

Your entire face flushes, "Wha-? Why are you asking?" there's nowhere to hide, so you settle for looking anywhere else.

"Because I think I like you," your eyes snap to his, mouth agape, "and I want to know if you feel the same way,"

You stare at him, mouth still slack, brain coming up with a million different ways he could be joking before you suck in a deep breath, calming yourself. Eyes clenched shut, you think.

Why did you like Ushijima? Because he's handsome, tall and most importantly, he wasn't the type to lead you on.

He doesn’t know a joke if it hit him in the face. What he said was what he meant. Now he’s telling you he thinks he has feelings for you. Time to give him an answer.

Tilting your head up to maintain eye contact, “Yes, I...I do like you,” your words come out shakier than you intended.

His expression remains grave, but you think you see a light pink dust his cheeks, “Do you want to go out with me?”

Your eyes god wide, “Uh...I would love you? I would love to!” you slap a hand to your mouth at your slip up, way to early to be saying I love yous! You’re pulled out of your spiraling by a deep chuckle.

You look up to see a small smile on his face, air still ringing with his soft laughter “I’m glad to hear that,” he steps towards you, “we should get going if we want to make it before the crowd,”

“Uh... yea,” you manage to squeak out while he maneuvers your body towards the cafe. You follow along in a daze.

Ushijima confessed to you, and you got to see him smile and hear him laugh. You wonder if this is a dream, did your daydreams make you hallucinate? His hand reaching to intertwine with yours removes any doubt you have.

Nah, you squeeze his hand, no daydream of mine could come up with something as good as this, smiling as the two of you enter the cafe.

#ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima imagines #haikyuu imagines #reader insert #haikyuu x reader #koi writes #i like writing wakatoshi #hes straightforward but clueless #trying line breaks for the first time #hope it looks okay

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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Brothers anon back again. I had a sort of writers block for the last like 2 days which made it really hard to do some questions, but I got em done finally. Sorry about the wait. This one is split between the numbered questions, and next ask is the other questions you asked!

I think I accidentally skipped a question in the last one. I honestly don't completely remember but in case I did skip it by mistake, the groups first travel out of the city's limits and even further beyond in a carriage. When they reach the end of how far the driver is willing to go they then get out and start walking. With Jackie screaming about how their finally going on a adventure.

1: It thankfully doesn't get to to bad before the others notice. And he immediately told them about Dream, wanting to be very clear with what happened and what they where getting themselves into. But they accepted him anyway and helped him.

2: Isaac is the leader cause Cletus is too much of a wildcard and too impulsive to lead safely, Charles is too shy to lead, and while Benjamin is perfect for leading he doesnt really like leading and is more of a follower than a leader. But Isaac can joke around and gets along with everyone but also be able to take things seriously and know when something needs to be handled.

5: They do not, they last for a few minutes and unless its a healing or regeneration potion (in which it can take a few days for it to fully go away) they have no long lasting affects. They do know of eachothers past to an extent, they know enough to avoid triggers and enough to know what not to do when around eachother. They know through telling eachother, and they feel awful Grievous and Jackie had to deal with that, but leave it in the past and focus on making their current life better.

6: Yes and no, while Jackie did mean to throw it at Ran, he ment for it to just hit nearby him, not directly hit him. It was ment to be more of a scare/intimidation tactic than anything else honestly. Grievous's luck is for basically everything, he has won the lottery twice before actually but only those 2 times, he's correctly guessed how many items are in a container more than a few times as well.

7: I use the height charts and they help mostly for comparison, problem is I have trouble applying it to real world stuff and because of that I still have trouble knowing if something or someone is to tall or short. Jackie can get very mean, like he can make fun of someone who just lost a loved one or experienced a traumatic event at the worst. But he usually doesn't get nearly that mean, most he does normally is making fun of how someone looks or how they do certain things. The others comfort him the best they can when he gets sad, and when he gets mean they either encourage it (Grievous), or discourage it and stop him (Watson. Ran is between either encouraging or discouraging it).

8: He was! He spent most of his life adventuring actually! He misses it somedays now since he lives in Subbin, but he believes giving up his adventuring life for a family and friends who needed him is a more than far trade and would happily pick his family over adventuring again. For around 4 years after Ran left Mizu (including the day he left), Ran traveled everywhere, and learned how to survive himself and taught himself different things, like sewing. Ran has made new socks, fixed clothes, and made blankets for everyone at least once. Watson also designs bows and arrows for show, for top functionality, and for just simple (training) gifts to the others. Ran (and Watson) has visited the nether, though Ran tended to stay in it longer than Watson cause he could withstand the temperatures better. And while digging a new tunnel across the nether he ran into ancient debris, which he then messed with until he figured out to mix it with gold and coat his sword in it. He tried to find more ancient debris but sadly hasn't found any, leaving his sword permanently damaged and at risk of breaking. Jackie isn't good at all at painting, its more of a hobby he's trying out. They try to camp out there at least once a week, where Grievous will sometimes build a pillowfort and either force everyone inside or play a game of capture the fort with them. Sometimes Ran will also read during the pillowfort nights, but not to often. Jackie wants to vist a Snow, Savanna, Jungle, Tagia, and if possible, a Ice Spike biome. He also wants to vist the nether but he'll have to fight Ran on that. Ran and Jackie's secondary titles are in Javanese!

9: Ran just kinda went "Hey Jackie, stand still for a second." "Ok?" And then he just picked him up and threw up.

10: When he's first given dinner after already eaten lunch, he just kinda stares at the food. Then asks if they meant to give him food, and when the others say yes, he asks why because he thought people only ate once every few days. His answer shocked the others and they ask him to explain, and he explains futher that he was only allowed to eat and drink once every 3 days. Their horrified by this answer but explain to him how theres 3 meals a day and he can drink whenever, he doesn't believe them at first but eventually accepts it.

11: When the fishermen first come to Ranbob about their worry, he expresses the same worry as them. But says that it's unlikely Ran will hurt the fishermen specifically, because Rans haunting are already friends with them, and Ran wouldnt risk breaking the friendship unless he deemed it necessary for their safety.

12: Ranbob is sad that Ran goes to such lengths to avoid him and keep people away from him, but he has resigned himself to it. As he knew that if Ran was alive it was greatly unlikely that he would trust him and knew he would be avoided. Which is actually particularly why he believes Ran will never trust him again and why he views Ran as a kind of lost family member. One he'll never get back no matter what he does.

13: Their first stop is a nearby flower biome, and after that Watson has planned to lead them to a waterfall he found with a shattered Savanna somewhat close to it. They plan to travel for a minimum of 6 months, they can actually travel for as long as they want to, but Prokius made them agree that they must be back before the next General Pit Battles (which happens once every 5 years).

14: He would 100% run himself into the ground until he's barely alive while searching for them. Benjamin compares Ranbob wanting to go back to Dream, to an abused person wanting to go back to their abusive lover. They believe they've changed and that they truly do love them and want the best for them, but in reality that's not it at all and others have to help them see thats not true and help them save themselves. So it doesn't surprise Benjamin or Isaac that much (it surprises Charles and Cletus though), and after its explained to them, their all more than willing to help Ranbob get over Dream and help him be himself again.

15: Oh definitely. Once they hear the Green-Eyed Enderman is back from hiding they all set out again, and after the group gets attacked and once word spreads that its in a group and there's another enderman with them, they all get targeted. With the Gladiators and Fishermen being targeted as bait or hostages to try to trick the enderman into following a trap. Ran wasnt affected like his brother was. Im talking about trauma and maybe even a bit of PTSD that came from Mizu, caused by Dream. Though both of the brothers have gained different amounts of trauma and PTSD from Dream. I may give the raven to either Watson or Ran, I think its fits both of them really well. I want to have them come across ruins of other Tales but im not sure which ones. Maybe they could find the remains of the Wild West Tale and the Haunted Mansion?

Glad to see you, Brothers Anon, and excited to read!

1: The perfect start to an Adventure. And a funny mental image. Imagining these two groups cramped into carriages is pretty amusing. How ready was everyone to get out by the time they could?

2: The fishermen are really great, and Ranbob is very lucky. I love them.

3: Isaac sounds like he’s a pretty good fit for it then. But nobody’s perfect! What are some flaws of his, leadership-wise?

5: Interesting. What makes Regeneration and Healing last longer? I suppose it’s not relative to the AU, but I am a bit curious. What’s the world’s potions mechanisms, if you don’t mind me asking? And that’s good! They may not know everything, but they know what to avoid, and that’s important. Everyone’s moved forward and are making the best of life, and honestly, that’s pretty cool of them.

6: Welp, Jackie, it seems intimidation tactic failed. However, you have managed to anger Ran, so..there’s that. He won the lottery? Dang. Well, if they ever need money, they can just send him to the nearest casino, I suppose.

7: Aight, so I may have a solution for you there. Whatever height you’re going for, find something in real life that’s just about the same height. Like a tree, or something. Or not, we can always just leave it at short enough to be tossed and tall enough to be the tosser. Jackie sounds like he knows where to hit to make it hurt, honestly. It’s good that they comfort him, though I am curious why they all react as they do to him being mean. Why does Grievous encourage it? And is it more of a depends on the day thing for Ran, or a depends on what was said to Jackie, and what Jackie’s saying thing?

8: Nice! What kind of places did he go? Does he have any particularly interesting knickknacks from that time period? And Ran personally sounds like he knows what he’s doing. Watson’s weapons sound really cool, where did he learn to make them? Is visiting the Nether not a common occurrence these days? Or is it simply that the others never got around to it before? Well, hobbies are always fun to try. Does Jackie keep at it and get better or get bored and try something else? How does Capture the Fort go with these guys, considering they’re gladiators? Why does Jackie want to visit those particular biomes? Is there a reason, or do they just sound cool to him? And why would Ran not want them going to the Nether? Because of the danger?

9: FDXGHJ- He just- tossed him?? No warning?? Oh my gods, I’m dying. How did Jackie react to that? Heck, how did Porkius react to that? I doubt anyone was expecting that display.

10: Oh, no. Now I really want to punch Dream in the face. What the heck, Dream?! He legit asks if they meant to give him food...If one of the fishermen or gladiators doesn’t eventually find a way to punch Dream, I will be forced to travel realities and do it myself.

11: Kind of sad that Ranbob was equally concerned about it. But hey! He won’t have to be, one day!

12: Poor Ranbob. I hope he’s proven wrong, eventually. Do the fishermen know that he thinks this? If so, how do they feel about it? Or does he kind of just keep those thoughts to himself?

13: Flower biomes are really pretty. What did everyone think about it? Did they bring any flowers with them? So this roadtrip could possibly go on for a few years. Did they leave just after a General Pit Battle, or do they have like, less than five years? Speaking of General, is Jackie still the General in this AU? Does he have extra duties because of it? Or is that not something that happened in this AU?

14: Yikes. Reactions to this? Why does Ranbob believe Dream’s changed, as you put it? Is Dream still able to talk to him, or is it because he just misses being there? So Benjamin and Isaac aren’t all that surprised about it. Do they take the reins in helping out? And how do they all do so? It’s good that they’re helping him though.

15: Well, this sounds like it can’t end well. They try to use the hauntings as bait? Is anyone actually captured? Rescue missions? And alright, that makes a bit more sense. I can see how they’d both be effected differently, and honestly, they’d probably both have very different perspectives of the event, all things considered. Ravens for the win! And it’d be really cool for them to come across the ruins of old Tales buildings. Can you imagine the kind of things they’d find? Diaries, faded photographs, moth-eaten clothes, blood stained floors...Like a walk in the past, but they’ll never know what came to be for the people of that time.

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #ranbob #tales from the smp #ran #jackie #watson #grievous #isaac #benjamin #cletus #charles #porkius

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00thisandthat · 4 years

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Taught Well

𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩.

contains : overstimulation (renjun), praising, creampie, sub!renjun, brat!renjun, mommy kink, dom!reader, marking

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you've been at the coffee table, sitting on the floor for about a solid two hours trying to push some of the english language into the little boy's head. you tried your hardest not to have it come in one ear and out the other but it just doesn't seem to work at all.

"what about this? what's the english word of this?" you ask.

renjun stares intensely at the korean characters before him on his worksheet. he squints trying to come up with the right answer. before losing hope, he opens his mouth and says, "coffee?"

you sigh. he hasn't gotten a single right answer since you started. "no, it's hammer."

"come on, i don't want to study anymore." he whined. you flipped through the several worksheets laid in front of you on the table, you still have three more worksheets to go.

“if he keeps this charade up, we'll finish in the early morning, and he has a test the next morning. he's really digging himself a grave.”

as tired as you are, you never gave up hope on the frustrating boy.

you slid the tip of the pen down to another word. "this one? try your best honey, we're trying to pass here."

again, he pretends to be thinking hard, searching in every file in every organizer in the little office in his brain to translate the word, which was actually “cake". he then, again, pretends to seal his final answer and replies, "coffee! this one is surely coffee."

"renjun, it's cake."

"darnit!" you could see right through his fakeness. he's just being a plain ol' brat. but you wont give him the reaction he wants.

he's only doing this to have you stop teaching him, to just focus on him instead, pleasure instead of learning the confusing english language.

you know damn well he knows each word. he's just getting a kick out of it, whenever you sigh occasionally because he's never gotten atleast one right. and you're right, he knows every single word, he'd just rather have it this way. he just wants to be punished for being the brat he is, for disobeying you.

and so one last time, you test him. "sweetheart? darling? try your best and find out what this word means, okay?"

his eyes lift up from the paper and he stiffens. petnames get him so easily riled up it's adorable. it definitely wasn't in his initial plan of being punished, suddenly he's affected with such names.

"u-um...okay i'll try." he stutters, failing to protect his cover.

he's now conflicted. should he continue being a little shit or be a good boy for mommy? oh, mommy, she's amazing.

he imagined the way she could just graze her fingers along his slim yet soft thighs. the way it'd wrap around his delicates. he hates to admit that it'd sound so good right now.

when you punish him, you make sure he promises and begs to behave next time. you bring him to his limit, to which he begs for you to stop. but when he decides to play nice, you love to just spoil the precious boy.

you love seeing him squirm from the overwhelming pleasure from the hip up. you could just imagine him grip the carpet as you jerk him off, him throwing his head back from how good and amazing it feels. his soft lips exhaling a soft "mommy, please." when he's about to finish. how precious.

"renjun? found an answer yet?" you snap him out of his daze.

"right! um...its...kitchen." he answers, correctly this time.

you smile as you finally manage to break his bratty shell open and reveal the obedient baby boy hiding underneath. "good, it is kitchen. wonder what made you finally answer right this time."

"oh? i...i actually know it this time. some of the words were quite hard to translate."

he tries so hard to act so tough. how cute. "aw, im sorry baby, i'll will try to find an easier one for you."

"ah, thank you...mommy." he brings his head down, looking at the paper, as if to show that he's paying attention. he only does this to hide the reddened cheeks you've caused him.

you flipped through the worksheets and settled with "animals" as the topic. you point your pen onto a picture of a giraffe and ask, "what's this in english, love?"

"giraffe! it's giraffe." he answers excitedly. he looks giddy, expecting something in return. he's finally caved in to a baby boy persona.

"good boy! i knew you had it in you."

he was getting excited, feeling happy that he's being called a good boy. as much as he loves being a brat, he just loves pleasing his mommy whenever he could. luckily, you slid you leg under the table until it hit his delicates, making the boy emit a soft, hitched moan.

"hmm, okay, let's find another one here for you to answer...let's see." your foot starts massaging his hard on. you try your best to act like you were skimming through the questions on the worksheets but his little noises were hard to ignore. "baby, if you keep moaning like that, i won't be able to find another question for you to answer."

and so he lets out a slutty moan. "didn't i just warn you?"

he tries to stifle his moans, covering his mouth with his sweater paws. "im sorry mommy but it just feels too good."

you heart melts at renjun, who has one hand over his mouth and the other on his abdomen, trying to calm the orgasm building up slowly inside of him.

you are then stuck in a dilemma. should you continue tutoring him or give in? that's not even a question.

"i feel like you deserve a reward baby."

he looks up with big eyes. he's such a baby, so pure and innocent. "r-really?"

"i mean, yeah, why not? you did just ace the last few questions, don't you agree?" you began to pull your leg off of his bulge when you felt two small hands grasp your ankle. "please?" he pleads, looking up at you.

you laugh, "weren't you just a brat a few minutes ago?"

"come on, y/n, just...just please.."

"please what, my love?"

"please touch me, mommy."

you stood up, walked over to his side and sat right behind him. you felt his chest for a little while, nibbling his exposed shoulders and placing soft kisses leading up to his ear. you could tell his eyes were fluttering just by the shaky noises escaping his lips.

slowly, you slid your hand down into his sweatpants, pulling the garter away from his tummy and palming him through his boxers. he squirmed as you rubbed the tip with your thumb and the rest of your fingers rubbing the top half of his delicates.

you lean closer to whisper into his ear. "good boy, keep moaning, just like that." he lets out a whine. praising hits him right in the stomach, continuing to build up an orgasm.

you pick up the pace just a little and he's moaning louder and squirming more. it might be a little too early for him to cum, but the praising and the teasing got him needy so quick.

his insides swirl and the feeling flows down into his prince parts. "m-mommy..." he breathes.

"hm? yes baby?"

"i-i need to cum, please..please..." as you rub the tip, you felt the pre-cum already staining his boxers.

his moans were just too good, you can't just let him finish like that.

you scoot to the side and lay him down on the fluffy carpet. pulling his dick out, you slide your panties to the side and sunk down on his dick.

he throws his head back at the sensation and grabs your hips, controlling your pace. his eyes were half-lidded, making lewd facial expressions because of the warm, tight, wetness enveloping his delicates. you tease his from time to time, tightening around him and you could see the reactions right after.

you lean down, burying your face in his neck, planting kisses from his jaw down to his collarbone. you stop at the middle of his neck, marking him, making it hard for him to cover up the next day. you lowkey hope some people in his class would notice just a little.

it doesn't take long for him to start begging to cum as this was one of the few times both of you got intimate. "mommy, may i cum please?"

"ah, good boy, asking for permission first." his face brightens up, expecting you to agree to his plead. "do you think you deserve it though?"

"yes! yes please! please, mommy, i want to cum so badly." his eyes grew big, pleading for release.

"where does my baby want to cum if i let him?"

"inside! please, mommy, please!"

you give in. "sure baby, you may cum." his whines and whimpers stepped a note higher as he reaches his own high. his small hands grip your hips tighter to suppress the overwhelming pleasure he's facing.

and then you feel his hot liquid fill you up inside. you felt his legs squirm right behind you. as sensitive as he is, you kept going. your hips moved up and down, slowly going after after every fall.

"n-no! please! no more, mommy!" his hands are frantic, trying to find something to grab on. "why baby?" you ask, acting innocent.

"no-no more! too much for me to handle please, mommy!" his hands reach the carpet, your hips, his stomach. he chose to have an arm wrapped around his stomach and one on his mouth in fear of the next unit hearing his dirty noises.

"maybe you should beg more. i know youre good at it." you lean down, locking eye contact with him. he blushes, looking away but looking back right after in fear of getting scolded. "please! please mommy! no more please, please stop!"

you shut him up, kissing him softly. you lift yourself up from his dick slowly, his dick slowly falling onto his stomach, making a slap.

you pull away and crawl off of his body, sitting right next to him. trying to sit up after a tiring session, he carries himself with only his hands, deciding to rest on your chest.

"happy?" you ask. he hummed, sounding satisfied. moments like this always warm your heart.

"you still have a test tomorrow you know."

expecting a logical, responsible answer, he snores in response.

you hope that whatever you've taught him atleast went in one ear and stuck to his head.

#sub!renjun #sub!nct dream #dom!reader #huang renjun #smut #renjun smut #sub!renjun smut #nct #sub!nct #istg if this doesn't work

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calangkoh · 3 years

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You think ed would've traded himself for al at the end if al hadn't successfully brought HIM back just before? When his only prior knowledge of what the attempt would yield was the homunculi (who he was trying Really Hard to know as monsters and nothing else)? I mean, yeah he couldn't face life without al and an end to their journey where mom was dead twice over and his little brother gave himself for him and hey lil kicker is ed has all his lost limbs that he never really cared about returning in the first goddamn place. But would he have basically tried to kill himself in this SPECIFIC way if he himself hadn't been resurrected, albeit with the use of a Philosopher's Stone ie thousands of human souls concentrate versus his Literally Only One?

Like what was going on in his head, that he was able to after sloth? Did he fear bringing back his younger brother as a homunculus like their older brother long before them? On the other side of the gate, not knowing if Dante is still out there, if roy killed pride or died trying, if his attempt worked and al returned, did he ever worry that al might have returned or if Ed had brought another homunculus into his world in his place?

I hope im understanding your ask correctly. Suicide tw regarding Ed’s final sacrifice.

If Ed had not died and so Al had not brought him back and was instead used successfully by Dante (whichh eugh horror story right there, i rec’d a Bad End dark horror fic a while back about if Dante succeeded and tbh I think its the most plausible outcome as fucked up as it is) then i quite honestly think Ed is completely doomed. (This isn’t just me being angsty, this is legitimately what I think would happen, like, logically.)

He’s traumatized beyond all hell and the situation is not in his favor: he’s a wanted criminal blamed for everything in Liore and he definitely blames himself as well, his worldview has come crashing down and even if he had that resolve of “even if its not true ill still believe that hard work and suffering pays off” in London, it would be blown to bits as soon as he finds out Al is gone, and that he failed him, and his last moments with his brother were them fighting each other on killing Sloth. Envy is also there, and can overpower a distraught Ed with ease. Any taunts that didn’t work on Ed in the original fight scene would probably be very effective. And Dante is there in Rose’s body because Ed failed her, too.

Al would have been turned into a Philosopher’s Stone, so Ed’s only shot is getting his hands on that. But again, if he fights to get a hold of it, he’s fucked. Dante and Envy combined and with Envy’s “im Hoe’s son” reveal still in his back pocket I think Ed would get killed before he could do anything with the stone.

Hypothetically if he got the stone, I don’t think separating Al is possible (assuming Al’s soul is even There) and I like to think Ed wouldn’t throw out all the lessons he just learned and use it anyway. No matter how broken he is he still has grown up a lot and I don’t think he’d backtrack on his conversation in the car about not using the stone. I think he would drive himself crazy trying to figure out how to get Al back, but because of his growth throughout the series he’d eventually accept the shitty outcome and move on. In CoS, he was left without any closure on his brother too, and he was hella depressed but still surviving. In this scenario he’s at least in Amestris with tons of people who love him and who will advocate for his innocence and help him process his grief like he has never been able to properly before.

So with this hypothetical situation where he gets away from Dante and Envy and is able to defeat them, no I don’t think Ed would do what he did in the OG end (sacrificing himself to bring Al back) if Al had not sacrificed himself for Ed. Mainly because I like to believe Ed has grown enough to move on and that there’s still hope for him even in this sucky scenario, and the circumstance in the og to cause him to NOT do that were just...very specific.

So why Ed makes the decision to die and not accept death despite his growth: the crucial part in my opinion is that Al sacrificed himself and used the stone (and Ed was successfully brought back). Both things they agreed they’d never do. I can only speculate exactly what was going through Ed’s head, beyond what he tells the audience (“this might not work but i have to at least try”). I think Al proved human transmuation is possible under the right circumstances (a body, the soul not having completely left yet, and a proper payment). So Ed knows it’s possible, and is willing to sacrifice everything, even if it goes against his development of accepting death and loss and not fighting the flow of the world because it causes harm when you selfishly pursue what you want, because Al had gone against everything they learned as well. And Al is Ed’s moral compass and everything he does is for Al.

If Al died, Ed would not do something morally questionable (sacrificing himself or someone else, defying the flow of the universe and turning your back on the world and the consequences of your actions to get what you want) to bring him back. But since Al himself did something morally questionable that even Ed would disagree with and say is wrong (which btw I bet Ed was like “shit how badly did i fuck up my little brother to make him do something like that”), I think standards are out the window and Ed is really just gonna pull the uno reverse card since Al played dirty so he’s gonna play dirty. At least that’s how I personally interpret Ed’s decision.

Ed also in general has a LOT to blame himself for in that moment, including EVERYTHING that happened to Al. So...I don’t think he’s thinking clearly enough to truly consider the possibility of making a homunculus. He really intended to die there and was content with the possbility of failing. It WAS an act of suicide imo (because honestly...how was he going to live with himself at that point...everything that happened to him and to al he could easily justify as his fault. he was well aware that sacrificing himself could amount to nothing but was fine with dying), just with an excuse that he might get something out of it.

I don’t think he ever considered that he made a homunculus, because he says he saw Al’s body get put together at the gate and I’m just gonna assume he saw the soul as well with how he worded it as “put together.”

You can also argue that by going through the gate three times by that point (and two of those times just recently) he had extra knowledge and more control over the transmutation to make it successful.

Or you could say my conspiracy theory that Al at the end of the series/CoS IS a homunculus that was just made really really well djsjd but that’s something I refuse to actually believe and I doubt the writers want us to believe that.

I hope I made sense and that I answered your question! This was a fun think piece here.

#ask #meta #suicide tw

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disaster-bay-leaf · 3 years

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Ok so these were the cutest~ (ㆁωㆁ)

4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 19, 22, 23, 28, 33, 34, 46, 47, 52, 59, 60, 63, 66, 83, 87, 88, 93, 99

I kno I listed like....all of them lmao but feel free to answer whichever you want and ofc you can ask me in return Baybe ( ◜‿◝ )♡

uHUHUHUHU much content for me to answer, im happy bebe 💜💜💜✨

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

hm coffee either Very Black No Sugar (for the sleep deprived me) or iced latte three sugars and theres no in between

and as for tea its All Black Teas That Exist, cinnamon-flavoured especially (but basically all teas that come to mind when u think “autumn”), and rooibos!!! okay basically the only oke i dont like is any type of green tea (which is sad because they look cool but my tastebuds said ✨no✨)

6 - do you keep plants?

honestly id l o v e too because i love plants but,,, im kinda horrible at taking care of them though still way better than the majority of my family (research helps) so the only plant i own is kinda a small-palm-tree-looking thing in a bigass glass jar that i saved from my mother’s plant-destructing hands and its mostly doing well (the ends of its leaves are starting to be yellow tho and im worried:((( )

7 - do you name your plants?

yes!!! though the current one was named by my sister and its called “pickett” after fantastic beasts shsjjsj

9 - do you like singing/humming to yourself?

oh god oh dude you have n o idea

i have absolutely n o singing voice but its something i do constantly to give my brain the right amount of stimuli so basically i listen to music 24/7 and hum to myself 99% of that time

12 - whats your favourite planet?

oh i actually didnt think about this for so long but either pluto (hes a planet screw nasa) or saturn (RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) or venus (girls,,,and libra,,,)

19 - do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?

okay im gonna be completely honest with yall and say that my every single try at keeping a journal failed spectacularly and i lost motivation after like a few months so my only journals rn are my fancy fake-leather-bound calendar to note tests and assessments into, a kinda roughed up notebook that i uses for noting down poems or scribbling or passing notes in class, and a kinda fancy bullet journal notebook that i used as a book of shadows for a while but since my fountain pen died i didnt touch it

22 - are you a morning person?

n o

i am so not a morning person but i wish i could be because honestly dawns are beautiful

but as it is rn im either sleep deprived all the time and loathe every second of being in an awake state or (if i have a few days of schoolbreak) my biological clock moves forward a few hours and i sleep 2am-10am

23 - whats your favourite thing to do on lazy days with zero obligations?

except for the fact that i dont remember the last time it happened, i would probably spend it drawing outside, watching anime with my sister and riding a bike around the forest

28 - sunrise or sunset?

i love sunrises because its so peaceful and everyone is asleep but also i subconsciously immediately correlate them with waiting for a train to take me to school (because thats basically the only time i see them) so its a bittersweet love especially with my fucked up biological clock

but sunsets are really really pretty too and i see them more often so i cant choose

33 - whats your fave pastry?

and isnt that a millior-dollar question dhsjjsjsj

either cinnamon rolls (i absolutely adore them) or that one specific type of cupcake-shaped-thing made out of shortcrust/bread/whatever its called and filled with vanilla pudding

34 - tell us about a stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

awwww this is cute

okay so basically my two favourite stuffed animals (i still have them, they sit in my wardrobe) were two teddy bears (like maybe 20cm high each of them) and one was pure brown and the other was silver-brown and they had stereotypical polish male names “Waldek” (read. Valdek) and Stefan (i think tho im not sure if i remember correctly, my memory is a feeble thing sometimes

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of

what dog would never bite you? a hot dog *badumtss*

47 - what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

huh a year ago id say pineapple pizza but i guess i dont hate pineapples that much anymore (tho putting them on pizza is still an abomination) but i think that if id ever want to get rid of anything it would be parsley, i hate that freakin herb (does it count as food tho)

52 - what are your favourite memes of the year so far?

the ever given for sure shsjshjsjsjsjjsj

but bullying tramp stamps is gold and pure tumblr energy too

as for fandom memes: im in love with all keeping-up-with-the-todorokis variations and the fact that the entire bsd fandom looked at fukuchi and said “biTCH” and thats one of the only things we’re unanimous about

59 - whats your favourite myth?

i always liked the kora/persephone myth (though demeter is an overbearing parent to the nth power), loki and thor crossdressing at a party to get mjolnir back, atalanta because shes a queen and id politely ask her to kick my ass, and cassandra because she deserved better, and theres a l o t more because alas i was a mythology nerd but this post is long enough for me not to make this section 20 times longer sjjsjsjsjsjks

but there are a lot of slavic myths that are very cool too, though we dont know that much about them as about the greeks for example

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

o o o o h yeah i do like poetry because to create such a beautifully sounding thing with only words someone has to be a genius

some of my favs are: some works of nakahara chuuya (thank u bsd for introducing me to this man’s beautiful imagery in his works i swear to god the descriptions do it for me) (also his poem about having hangovers is a mood like i feel you buddy), the raven by ea poe (i know everyone likes it but hOLY DAMN THE INTER/INTRAVERSE RHYMES ARE LIKE,,, BREATHTAKING) (and aso im a slut for gothic horror), and many more but also That One Poem From Welcome To Nightvale about reaching the island in the west,,, only perfect vibes from it

63 - are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be?

okay heres the thing. for anyone else both my playlist library and my bookshelf would be considered pure chaos of a mad man b u t they actually have a highly focused system which means that i sort them based on their vibes, lovability and (in case of books) their age and whether or not theyre a part of a series so i would say my bookshelf is rather organised (when a quarter of it isnt occupying my desk that is) and my music is more organised than not but sometimes it gets out of control and i have to sort it entirely again

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

either entirely constructed of simple white daisies, entirely constructed of only white roses, or something that probably would win a “how many different coloured flowers can one fit in a flower crown” competition

or something purple (maybe not belladonna)

83 - whats some of your favourite album art?

god i dont know if it counts but hozier’s wasteland baby is probably one of my absolute favourites and no one shall beat that

“thrifted youth” (dalynn) and “standard deviation” (danny schmidt) have very aesthetic covers too

also the iconic p!atd too weird to live, too rare to die! album cover,,, its just iconic what can i say

and last but not least matt meason’s pink-and-black album covers (though bank on the funeral is really pretty too but like,,, “who killed matt meason” d o e s it for me and so does the 2017 tribulation single)

87 - what are some movies that you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

this is such a hard question because im not a really cinematography-oriented gal but i suppose that (at the risk of not going deep enough into the cinema world):

- the princess bride

- inception

- night at the museum

- SPIRITED AWAY

- forrest gump

- truman show

- E.T. (i cried okay)

- the lord of the rings (because damn me if this isnt one impressive adaptation)

- parasite

and one more personal recommendation: “ready or not” with samara weaving because goddamn i dont usually watch this genre but holy s h i t is it good

93 - whats the hairstyle you wear the most?

honestly just plain hair down (because having curly hair is a menace), split in the middle when i have longer hair and split on one side when its short

also low ponytails or half-up-half-down when im exercising, or double french braids when my hair doesnt cooperate enough to look presentable in any other form

99 - list some songs that resonate with your soul whenever you hear them

this is difficult because my music taste is a goddamn rollercoaster on a good day, but heres some:

- me and the sky from “come from away” musical (this is sort of a test song for my mental stability, if i cry i aint stable)

- dancing after death by matt meason (okay most songs by matt meason except for like,,, hallucinogenics maybe)

- tears and rain by james blunt

- i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie

- almost home by mxmtoon

- anything by hozier really but shrike especially

- payphone, the cover by alex g (i cried to this song so many times)

- burning pile by mother mother (can i roast all my problems please)

- long way from home and cleopatra by the lumineers

- autoclave by the mountain goats

oooh that was c o o o o o o o l as fuck thank you sm so much bebe (and sorry for the long post @everyone else)

#smadhuman being pure af #bay answers #long post #very long post #ask #asks

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churchyarddirt · 4 years

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Girl! You already knew I love your blog. Can i have Muzan x Reader where Reader is an uppermoon who Muzan like to mess around ( you know sexy time ) with but Muzan also messed around with other demons as he please. Thank u.

Tysm! I love your blog too ^w^ you didnt specify if you want headcanons or scenarios so I'll stick them up together, but mostly headcanons

Y/n was upper moon 5, not too strong but compared to other demons - much stronger

Y/n became upper moon 4 years ago, at first Muzan hadn't payed much attention to her.

But unlike our demon lord, Y/n was head over heels in love

From the first time he cupped her cheeks and said "Y/n...You've been doing a pleasant job, you deserve to be amongst the upper kizuki, dont you think so?" He asked her one delightful night, Y/n was just done eating her weekly meal, she devoured over 49 people. So we can way she was one bloody mess

Even though Muzan hadn't felt anything towards her, he knew he liked her by appearance, he found her attractive

"You will start off as upper moon 5, do not disappoint me..." Muzan's deep voice echoed trough the Minka, he brought up his hand towards her eyes, gently brushing the air between them. Y/n's eyes got certain kanji after all "Y-Yes...Muzan-sama"

Y/n did amazing job but hadn't interacted with Muzan much, since she was new she wasnt summoned to most meetings and even if she did Nakime was the one here, reporting information to Y/n

Of course due to Muzan's temper, Y/n had to get punished for a small misunderstandings.

Basicaly she met Tanjirou and Nezuko and just ignored them, when they were really big threat and were on hunting, Y/n just simply forgot that all demons were ordered to kill them, she proceeded to eat humans somewhere else. And of boy how angry Muzan was

Y/n was sure she would die but he didnt kill her, just called her useless and paethethic

Veins popped on Muzans forehead "You call yourself an upper moon and you made such a blind mistake" he scoffed, his expression was displeased but Nakime and Y/n knew this was just 5% of anger that he felt "I-Im so sorry Kibutsuji-sama, I just forgot and went on w-" Y/n bowed on the flood, Suddenly he appeared in front of her "Who allowed you to speak?" He questioned, making Y/n gulp, looking up at him and by this way automatically giving him good access to her neck. Muzan suddenly gripped onto the females neck and picked her whole weight up, to face him. They had quite noticeable height difference so her feet hanged in the air. Muzan frowned

"What will happen if you will make similar mistake in the future, will you...." he cut his sentence mid off, Y/n's thoughts were something different, defiantly not what he expected

'Yeez...Should I be scared or aroused', 'I honestly dont mind him choking me' 'I hope it wont end soon' at this point Muzan knew that what Y/n felt for him wasnt just strong admiration

If it was another demon he would be disgusted, but for some reason he was quite amused Y/n felt this way. His face was now not frowning, but blunt. He had zero emotions, but he was in deep thinking, he slowly and gently removed the force from her neck, now choking her lightly 'Yes...there much better...why isn't he speaking?' Muzan read thoughts, he observed her. A pleasant smirked formed. He released her from his grip turning around and leaving her alone "If you will make mistakes again...there would be more severe punishments" he commented before gesturing Nakime to teleport her away

Ever since then we could say they both shared similar feelings towards each other, just no one of them showed it correctly

As time passed Y/n developed her style, she always had a lot of cleavage, not like daki but still cleavage.

One day Y/n was teleported to upper meeting, there she officially meet every upper demon member, she hit it off well with Douma - He was so curious and friendly with her after all!

Not long after Muzan appeared, wearing his vest suit and white clothing, with black pants, the casual and glamourous outfit of his. Y/n noticed no one bowed but rather just greeted him "Good day Muzan-sama~" Douma shouted, Muzan probably had good relationship with them

My my how wrong you were

Trough out the meeting he removed the heads of several upper demons, and they all didnt bother. Woah

Muzan leaned onto the table "Tell me your Acomplishemnts" he commended, his expression was always blunt and hard to read, he didnt seem interested in their speech at all "Y/n..." Muzan interpreted Akaza's speech, making you focus all your attention on him, he slowly patted on the wooden pattern "come here" he ordered, his expression unchanged.

'DOOES HE WANT ME TO SIT ON THE TABLE NEXT TO HIM-HGHGJ?!'

Muzan grinned at your thoughts "Continue akaza" he said with more pleased tone, sucking in the stressful and negative tention away. All other moons were more at ease.

You did as he said, and of course your thoughts did their best job at amusing Muzan, all the scenarios of him claiming you over and over on this table really intrigued him, no demon had ever dared to think so boldly of him, and not to mention he liked the way you looked, Muzan didn't mind.

"Disccust and prepare teams for attack on hajimeri hill" Muzan ordered, the demons started separating into teams and making a plan, they often worked together. You assumed you had to join them so you jumped down from the table, ready to leave.

However as soon as you started to walk Muzan quickly forced you back with his hand. He forced you to go under him, you could feel your ass pressing into the table harshly, your eyebrows frowned out of confusion, Muzan had small grin before griping your throat again

This time he wasnt too harsh, justcright to your liking. His fingers gently massaged your neck, making you close your eyes.

Oh how you wished this lasted forever

"You do know one of mine abilities..." He asked, making you open your resting eyes "...is the ability to read minds of my demons?"

This sentence

THIS ONE SENTENCE

made you regret you were born 'He read all my fantasies, all my dirty thoughts-' your mind was one messy place now. You tried to look away but his finger that was gently massaging your neck suddenly was harshly pressed onto your chin, keeping you in place

You couldn't comprehend your emotions "I'm so sorry I will stop-" Muzan's nails imtefierd with your skin, making you gasp. He was filling you up with his blood again

Before you could speak again he connected your lips together. It wasnt a messy kiss, just a small peck. But of course this wasnt the way he wanted to kiss you, you would find out soon.

From that day on he teased you and touched you as he pleased

At first it was just a constant need to have you close to him, now he groped you and touched you all the time

Whenever there was another upper moons meeting he would have you on his lap, and you always knew you were leaving the last.

Your most memorable memory with him was when he invited you to his house

And hardcore fucked you in front of his sleeping pretend wife. It was amazing quite/silent sex

Once Muzan ripped your top clothing off and groped you for 2 hours straight while you sat on his lap, you were glad you two were alone.

Whenever he wanted for you to give him attention he would come to you from behind, push your hair down and press you closer

But one day, he stopped messing with you in front of other demons, he didnt touch your ass or ordered to sit on his lap anymore.

You thought it would bother you that much, but it honestly made you...sad?

That's how it was for a week. Another meeting was held. Like always your stayed the longest. You tippy toed your way to Muzan that didnt seem to notice your presence at all "Muzzn-sama" you muttered, he lazily turned around to face you "Take a sit..." he ordered with a long sigh

You took a seat on his table, you were about to ask him what was wrong but he hugged you before you could utter a word.

Sure you two cuddled after sex in bed but this type of affection wasn't in your life. He pressed his face in your chest as his hands wrapped around your waist.

"I want you all to myself" he said, not emebrased or too happy. All you could is was just to accept it and gently brush his head

He didnt grope you around others but he was effectionate other ways, like hugging your waist, his hand on your hip/waist/shoulder. You could see the connection

But one thing bothered Y/n

It was Daki

Muzan called her special demon and even cupped her cheeks. Y/n wasn't pleased with it!

One night she headed to the forest with Muzan, all he did was cup her cheeks "I can do as I please Y/n, You should just be quite about it. Green doesn't suit you" he mocked her, Y/n was displeased but there wasn't anything she could do

Muzan held her hand firmly in his, even though he liked teasing Y/n, he knew that if there was a demok women who would bear his kids - It would be Y/n

Bonus

Y/n took a seat at his office, she was summoned by him. It wasnt the first time she was here, making herself at home she ordered his maid to make her a tea "Its good to see you my Muzan-sama" she greeted him with a yawn "Y/n...didnt I told you my opinion about you wearing short skirts" Muzan questioned her, his eyes still carved into paper work, oops. After he made it clear that she belonged to him, muzan hated seeing her wearing too revealing clothes "I didnt punish you, and I wont" this sentence made Y/n smile. But she knew he will want to receive something from her later. "I've been so good to you lately, you've been walking around as you please" he said in mocking tone "Y/n dont you think you are too selfish?" Y/n giggled at his words "So what are our conclusions" he asked, taking another paper. When he aske it, the answer always was 'I will change Muzan-sama' or 'I understand that I failed and I will do as you please' but Y/n was too goofy that day. Like a tiger she made her way closer to him, she sat bare ass on his table in front of him. Her legs on his papers. This made Muzan look at her instantly "The conclusions..." she questioned before gently cupping Muzans cheeks "That you are the best thing in my life" Muzan was dumbfounded, her little joke resulting in brutal make out session on his lap

#muzan #Muzan Kibutsuji #muzan x reader #muzanxreader

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Just A Little Bit of Your Heart (3)

Summary: Harry and Y/N are in an open relationship

Warnings: smut and angst

Word Count: 4444 words

A/N: unedited cause im lazy

Harry arrived home the next day with his key jiggling in his hands and legs constricted by the tight black jeans he’d worn the night before. He definitely needed a new pair of pants that let his skin breathe. His hair was a disheveled mess and bags colored his under eyes a dark hue; a stark contrast from his otherwise pale skin. His mouth opened in a yawn as he unlocked the front door, palm meeting the cool feel of the knob and twisting it open while pushing the door open.

He spent the night at Mitch’s house, having canceled his supposed date with Chloe in respect to Y/N. It wasn’t like he meant for her to find out, she did that on her own by stealing his phone from its position. It wasn’t like he directed her to open and read the provocative messages sent between him and Chloe either. But Harry could understand where she was coming from after hours upon hours of contemplation and debate both from the voice in his head to his mouth running its own course, to Mitch’s suggestive looks—which consisted of a pointed brow and wide eyes—and finally, Sarah’s ability to knock some common sense into his thick head.

Of course, she was going to be upset. It didn’t matter if they were in a normal relationship or if they were just friends—it hurts to be blown off by someone you care about and it pained Y/N even more that Harry was blunt about his plan on lying straight to her face whilst she babbled on like a fool about describing a perfect night on which they failed to unite for the past couple of weeks. Finally, Harry had wrapped his head around it between the time gap of when Y/N banished him from their home for the night until the morning when he awoke the next day in a small sofa that crumpled his long body brittle.

It was then that he realized how stupid he was for taking such a long time to figure out why she was upset when the answer was dangling right in front of his face. Maybe he was really that clueless and he actually didn’t know what he did wrong, but a tiny echo in his head whispered otherwise.

He was afraid, it’s been known. Harry knew that to a certain degree—he was fearful of admitting the truth to himself. Whenever a problem arises–even the tiniest ones–he headed straight to the endless list of numbers on his phone, not hesitating on tapping one out of the couple hundred and initiating sex right off the bad. In retrospect, it was actually pretty disgusting of him to do that, he admitted. It was an action that progressed into a habit and soon, he barely spared a thought for his lovely girlfriend.

Harry had an inkling feeling in his chest most of the time that Y/N would come to her senses and leave him for someone who didn't sleep with other women just because they could. They were still together after all, and even though she gave him her blessing to fool around, it didn’t mean that she was absolutely okay with it. Plus, finding out that she was always loyal to him made him feel guilty since he jumped on the opportunity on the very first day they established the open relationship.

So, when Harry came home with flowers in his hand—which he settled on the table for a bit while he slipped off his shoes, and another time when he headed to the fridge and thirstily drank a glass of water—he was grateful to say that holding the stems of the bouquet warmed up to metacarpals of his fingers gripping the clear glass because not a second later did he hear the husky morning voice of a man who was certainly not Y/N.

“Oh hey, Harry,” Shawn greeted casually, his eyes bright and puffy from sleep yet the slight smile on his face indicated that he had a great night. “Did you just get in?”

Harry, on the other hand, was filled with an emotion he couldn’t describe. He wasn’t sure if he felt it before, but it was unpleasant and he definitely did not want to experience it anymore. His heart was thumping in fear of the unknown. “Uh, yeah,”

Despite having downed a cool glass of water, his throat was eerily drying up as quickly as it was refreshed. Shawn whisked past him, opening the metallic fridge door and scoping the insides for some bread, eggs, and bacon. “Want some breakfast?”

Harry shook his head, lips pursing in an ultimatum of whether he should exit the room and look for Y/N or continue torturing himself by seeing Shawn’s half-naked body dressed in only the Calvin Klein boxers to which he saw him modeling in a few weeks prior.

“Last night was amazing,” A feminine voice squeaked from behind the wall separating the staircase and the kitchen, Y/N. “I can barely walk,”

Harry heard her before he saw her and he badly wished that he didn’t have to encounter either of those. Not only was her voice croaky to some extent—an indication that meant that she was definitely vocal during her activities last night—but her appearance mirrored that of Shawn; bright and flushed and both men swore that her skin was glowing. Although Harry and Y/N haven’t been intimate together in a while, her pleasure stricken face had ingrained itself in the back of his head, along with her moans reverberating against the cochlea of his eardrums. She was a sight and sound to behold.

Y/N rounded the corner with a thin sheet wrapped around the expanse of her body, barefoot and pigeon-toed as she walked with a strut but gasped when she caught sight of Harry. “Oh hi!”

A blush spread across her cheeks, arms shifting to hold the thin sheet tighter across her body and Harry found himself slightly offended at her action. It wasn’t because he desperately needed to see and drool over her body, it’s just that he had seen her naked before countless of times—why did she feel the need to hide it from him?

“I didn’t know you were here,” She mumbled over the sizzling of Shawn’s freshly cooked eggs‍. The stove top emitted a delicious scent that made a rumbling sound from her tummy. Harry was about to go through projectile vomiting, he was sure.

“Yeah, I got you flowers,” He nodded towards the meaningless, discarded bouquet laying on the marble countertop, lifelessly. “I wanted to apologize for last night,” He gave her a small glance, eyes drifting over the area above her head, not wanting to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she already appeared to be.

Shawn, upon hearing the circumstances of why he was summoned by Y/N so late at night—decided to take it upon himself to exit the room, but not before sliding a plate of breakfast to Y/N. She smiled gratefully at him and although she wasn’t sure if they butterflies in her tummy were from excitement or nervousness, she muttered a quiet, “Thanks,” nonetheless.

The brown-eyed boy walked a little way around the table, and Y/N could feel a wave of animosity wash over her body. Shawn leaned over to wrap her in a side hug, sniffing her hair briefly before kissing her cheek, slowly peppering his lips against her own parted once and made out with her in front of Harry. It was a petty move for sure but the tingling she felt lasted when Shawn gave her a smirk—that would have made her swoon if she wasn’t about to have a relationship breaking in a matter of minutes—and until his muscled body walked away to the direction of their bedroom where he had left his clothes in a pile on the floor, she recalled.

As much as it hurt Harry to witness a sight right in front of him, he couldn’t will himself to turn his head away or even blink hard to clear his head from the atrocity of seeing Y/N be with another guy. It was definitely starting to feel very complicated. Was she allowed to do this? They agreed on being able to sleep around, but they were still together. But she did it right in front of him—was that some sort of violation or was it more or less the same of what he had done? He could tell she was swarmed with conflict rattling in her pretty head too because she was biting her lip cutely. However, the kiss Shawn and Y/N shared was still fresh in his head and he didn’t think that he was able to handle it; much less look at her blush pink lips tainted by another man.

“I see you didn’t give it as much thought as I did,” Harry said, albeit, on the quieter side, Y/N heard him as if he spoke it loud and clear. It was an impulsive move on his part, but he just really wanted to get his mind off *that.

Y/N looked at him incredulously, “What do you mean?” She asked, her voice shaking near the end but she kept strong.

“Never mind,” Harry answered.

Y/N gripped the sheet tighter around her body while stepping closer to him. He could see the faint purple marks littered on her clavicle and he internally shuddered at the thought. “I don’t know if I heard you correctly..?”

He sighed, frustration building in him. She wasn’t going to let this one go, he could tell. “You had sex last night,” He said bluntly.

She nodded slowly as if she was answering a child, “Yeah, obviously,” Was this a trick question?”

“That’s funny,” Harry started. ”While you were doing whatever, I was thinking about what I had done last night and even canceled my date for you,” He snickered, seeming to come out of his patient shell.

Y/N stood shocked at his revelation, “I didn’t ask you to cancel, did I? If you wanted to go that bad, I wasn’t stopping you anymore,”

“That’s the thing. I didn’t want to go cause I was thinking of ways of how to apologize to you,” He gesticulated wildly to emphasize his words. “I come home thinking that we could have some time together but instead, I see Shawn walking around like he owns the place and kissing you as if I wasn’t there,”

“I asked you last night if you wanted to spend time together,” Y/N fiddled with a loose string, “You would rather have been somewhere else. This is not my fault,”

“Did you even think of me at all last night? Were you worried? I bet you didn’t cause you were busy,” Harry threw accusations left and right, completely disregarding the knowledge of how she had stayed up late waiting for him to come home, but he never did.

“You’re ridiculous,” Y/N concluded, taking the plate of eggs of the counter and stepping around Harry to pull a drawer open and grabbed a fork.

“I’m not finished!” He yelled after her even though she was only a couple meters in front of him.

“I am.”

“You’re so selfish,” Harry angrily whispered, chest heaving in an effort to calm himself. “I actually thought about you but you just—you weren’t even thinking of me and now you basically admit that I didn’t cross your mind,”

Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance, “Me? Selfish?” She snorted at his absurdity, “If you must know, I did think about you last night. Wanna know what I came up with?”

Harry nodded hesitantly.

She smiled at him sickly sweet, “I thought about how selfish ^you are. For your information, I spent god knows how many nights waiting for you to come home when you said you would, only to wake up and find that you didn’t even come home at all! There were no texts or calls. I didn’t know if you were mobbed or whatever the hell because you didn’t even update me,” Y/N breathe through her nose to collect a breath, “Last night I thought about myself for once and I figured that it’s not fair if you get all the fun in this relationship, don’t you agree?

Harry nodded his head once again, pausing a bit to think.

“This is fun. I see why you do it so much. I’ll definitely have to start doing it a lot more,” Her words pierced Harry’s heart front and center. However, she wasn’t sure to what degree did her words hold to the actual truth but one thing’s for sure-- there are definitely going to be some changes between the two of them.

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Y/N was glad to have been picked up on time for the first time ever--by Shawn. Just as she walked out the doors of the building, Shawn’s car was parked right outside. She smiled at him through the rolled down windows, his sunglasses-covered face mirroring her happy mood. They greeted each other briefly before he set off to drive them to his house.

It was uncertain whether the lingering touches Shawn left on her inner thigh was from the raging hormones that she couldn’t seem to control, or from how he did it so softly and teasingly that it got her motor running. Through it all, he kept his eyes on the road while a smug grin could be seen on his side profile. She huffed in feigned annoyance, squeezing her thighs together when he let go to change gears.

“You’re an asshole,” She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

He chuckled, sparing her a glance, “Am I?”

She nodded, “You can’t just do that!”

“And why not?” His voice deepened into a tenor, his free hand raising the black sunnies to his hair, showcasing his lust filled eyes.

“B-because … “

“You’re worried that I’ll leave you hanging?” She gulped but nodded. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll keep you satisfied.”

If that didn’t get her soaking.

Fortunately, Shawn had just pulled up on his driveway, inputting the gate code before proceeding in his property.

The two of them refrained from sharing kisses because of aerial paparazzi but as soon as the door was slammed shut, they wasted no time attaching their lips together. Y/N moaned against his mouth when Shawn pulled on the bottom of her shirt, signaling to her that he wanted it off. She pulled away breathlessly, feeling the cotton on her face before it was strewn away somewhere on the living room floor. He took off his shirt with little guidance, Y/N admiring his milky skin and defined abs.

Y/N bit her lip before grasping the back of his neck, pulling him towards her once more. She was breathing through her nose while she let her tongue be played with. Her hands roaming his silky flesh, feeling goosebumps arise in a matter of seconds.

Her pants came off, as well as his and soon, they were making out in their underwear. He sat down on the couch cushion, the material rubbing against the back of his thighs. Y/N had taken it upon herself to straddle his muscular thigh. Shawn shifted upwards on the couch causing his leg to brush over Y/N’s center.

“Do that again,” She breathed out airily, grinding her hips on his thigh in an effort to feel the pleasure once again. He hummed against her neck, the vibrations willing her heart to pound harder in her chest.

“You like that don’t you?” He mumbled through sucking and licking, breaking the skin and forming a light bruise. Y/N nodded desperately. He flexed his muscles before attaching it to her center, her lace underwear doing little to hide the fact that she was absolutely soaking.

Her frail hands ran down the expanse of his body, pausing at his Calvin Klein briefs where a bulge could be felt. He was hard. His erection twitching ever so often against her wrist and the tip was leaking precum through the soft cotton. A groan rumbled from his chest, her nipples brushing and hardening at the contact.

Y/N’s hand slipped beneath the only piece of clothing he wore. The coldness of her hands causing his hips to buck up involuntarily towards her touch. She grasped his thick length between her fingers. The protruding veins embedded itself slightly on her palm. Shawn’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes closing shut in the touch she was giving him. Slowly, her hand moved up and down on his cock, pausing at the tip and spreading his pre-cum on the rest, making it easier for her to maneuver around.

She lifted a leg that was encompassing his body, her chest positioning itself in front of his face to which he continued his assault of marks. Shawn lifted his hips up to help her remove his boxers, his cock making itself known. Y/N got down on her knees between his legs, forcing them wider, silently.

“Oh god,” Shawn spoke out when her warm mouth wrapped around the tip. The nerves going haywire when her tongue licked the liquid escaping the opening. “Your mouth is so good,”

His hands hesitantly grasped the hair at her crown, bobbing her head further down his length until she felt the tip constrict her throat. Spit trickled down the sides of her mouth to which Y/N used as lubrication. Her eyes were trained on Shawn’s pleasure-stricken face, feeling her pussy get even wetter at the sight.

“That’s enough,” He said gruffly, pulling her hair upwards, yet Y/N couldn’t get enough of his taste. Her tongue stiffened to trace the shape of his frenulum, the thin skin causing him to release moan after moan in the air. “I said that’s enough,”

He grasped her by the shoulders, standing up abruptly to overpower her figure. Switching positions, Shawn ran his hands down her legs, making them open in the process. He ripped the thin fabric of her underwear causing her to whine and slap his shoulder lightly.

“I’ll buy you more,” He mumbled before stuffing his face with her heat. He flattened his tongue out to lick as much as he can, her juices collecting in his mouth while his fingers capture the hood of her clit and rubbed in circles, forcing Y/N to arch her back against the sofa. He dabbed his finger on the hood with caution to sensitivity while running his mouth to the sides of her pussy, stimulating the silk-like skin that brought satisfaction to Y/N. He licked her folds on both sides all the way up to her clit before giving the button a little kiss, sucking it into his mouth lightly while his nimble fingers exposed the nub.

“I’m gonna cum,” Y/N announced, body going restless and throat going sore from the countless moans she’d released from Shawn’s actions. “Please don’t stop,” She begged, feeling him add his fingers into the mix. His were much longer and with one curl upwards, he felt the tips of his fingers settle on the spongy area, rubbing against it continuously. Y/N whined out, hands balling into a fist, grabbing his hair, the arm of her couch--anything she could get her hands on. The pleasure running through her body was so strong and her climax was about to happen when Shawn suddenly stopped all movement.

She forced her eyes open, glassy and watery with pink lips set into a breathless pout. Her hair stuck to her temples and her chest was heaving. “Why’d you stop?” She asked, wiggling her hips in an effort to get his fingers to start moving inside of her again.

Shawn slapped a hand on her stomach, pushing it flat against the couch, “Good girls wait,”

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As it seemed, Y/N stuck true to her word for the fourth night in a row. The sun was setting and Harry had prepared a full, home-cooked meal for the two of them-- like he had done the previous nights, but Y/N hadn’t come home until the morning after when the food was cold and covered in plastic wrap. He hoped that tonight would be the night where they talked it all out, instead of screaming at each other impulsively.

He sighed in frustration when the third call was sent to voicemail once again, meaning that she had let it ring out until it eventually died down.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Harry,” He mumbled, walking back and forth between a small area. “Just wanted to ask if you’re coming home tonight. I made dinner, by the way. And I lov--,” The beep cut him off, indicating that he had used his seconds.

Harry let out a puff of air, releasing the tension he had been feeling more recently. It was minutes after when he thought his ears were playing a card on him; the front door was rattling. He could hear the door open, the creaking ceasing when it was shut. The keys situated themselves on the bowl by the front door.

He willed himself to meet her in the hallway, catching her tired eyes set on his. She looked at him for a few seconds, nodding, and then slipping past his broad body.

“Y/N wait,”

“I’m not in the mood,” She answered quickly, shrugging off his hand on her forearm.

He gulped, blinking heavily at Y/N. “I-i okay. Did you have dinner at least? I made your favorite,” He scrambled for words to extend their time together. “I thought that maybe we could eat together and watch something on the telly? We haven’t spent much time with each other so maybe we could do that,”

He bit his lip nervously when Y/N didn’t say anything right away. A pregnant pause overtook the atmosphere between them.

“I said I’m not in the mood,” She snapped, turning her body to face him fully. “Where did you get dinner and a movie out of that?”

“It was just an offer,” Harry muttered, taken aback by her reaction. She could’ve just said ‘no’ straight up.

“Okay, thanks for offering but I don’t want to do that right now, Harry.”

“I understand,” he said. She forced a smile on her face before twisting around and stomping up the staircase.

He watched as Y/N disappeared from his sight before his expression crumbled completely. There was no denying that he had been feeling different this past couple of days. Maybe it was because he was used to Y/N’s messages popping up throughout the day; sending him heart emojis and attaching a picture of cute dogs that she wished to adopt one day when they had settled. Or maybe it was the worried texts that she had sent--to which he had called ‘nagging’-- but now he recognized as sweet and caring. Oh, how he wished that he had his head on straight before taking complete advantage of the woman who loved him so dearly.

It had been half an hour since Y/N came home and Harry was still worried about whether she had eaten or not. He didn’t want her anger to him get in the way of her properly eating. So with hands grasping a plate of roast beef and mashed potatoes, and the other with a glass of water-- Harry climbed up the steps as quietly as he could to not alarm her to lock the door on him.

To his relief, their bedroom was left slightly ajar; he would only have to kick it open, especially since his hands were full and he couldn’t exactly ask her to get it for him. He didn't think they were on speaking terms.

“You’re amazing, Shawn” He heard her speak, assuming through the phone. “Stop it! Don’t wanna get turned on knowing that you’re not here to fix it,” Y/N giggled quietly, patiently waiting for what Shawn had to say.

From the gap, he could see her walking towards the dresser.

“I don’t know how to describe it. It felt so good and I haven’t felt that way in a long time,” Harry furrowed his eyebrows, doing mental math in his head to recover the memory of the last time he and Y/N had sex. “It’s been four months,”

“Harry?” He stood more alarmed at the mention of his name, afraid that he had been caught eavesdropping on a conversation that he wasn’t a part of. “No, no. He’s just been busy with other … girls,”

Y/N played with her lip while Shawn said something intriguing. “You’re right. Maybe he doesn’t want me anymore,” She paused her pacing, in a thought. “It would be bad for both of us. The media will go crazy,”

Both of us? Harry thought. Shawn and her or?

Harry’s curiosity got the better of him and he couldn't help but rattle the glass against the wall, making a sound that definitely drew her attention to him.

‘I’ll let you know when I decide. I have to call you back,”

Harry took a couple of steps back in an effort to appear as if he had just come up from the stairs. Y/N swung the door open, revealing his wide eyes and food that he was willing himself not to drop; his hands were shaking *that badly.

“Harry?” There was an edge in her tone, brows raised high on her forehead while she switched back and forth to his face and to the meal he had prepared. “Is this for me?” She pointed to the direction.

“Yeah, it is,” He cleared his throat, stepping closer to her and inspecting if she would move away. “I was worried that you hadn’t eaten,”

“Thank you,” Y/N walked deeper into the room, glancing over her shoulder to see if Harry was following--and he was. “You can set it on the dresser. You know how I don’t like--”

“Eating on the bed,” Harry finished for her, making the both of them blush at the connection that was still very much existing between the two of them.

He sat on the foot of the bed while she fed herself with the creamy mash. His brain was going antsy with the conversation that he had overheard. “Who were you talking to?”

She hummed on a mouthful of food, “Shawn,” Although it sounded more like ‘Shom’

“What erm, what were you guys talking about?”

Y/N waved him off casually as if it was nothing, “Don’t worry about.”

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