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coolyiooo · 11 months

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BSD Men Dealing With Your Mood Swings

parings: Dazai, Fyodor, and Chuuya

First time writing something other than smut 😶🔫

🖤DAZAI🖤

You were having a bad day, not only because you started your period but also some drama was happening between some friends of yours, so you were ranting to your boyfriend while driving. He was being the passenger princess.

"And then she was all like ' that's none of your business ' "

"Oh shit-" he said with a hand over his mouth, actually invested with your tea

"I know! And I was like-"

You suddenly heard one of your favorite songs playing on the radio

"Hold on- babe, this song is my jammm"

You started to vibe with the music and sing long with it, completely forgetting about your drama you had earlier in the day.

Dazai was a bit baffled but he started to laugh at how your mood just did a whole 360. He actually started to vibe with the music with you.

Another day, another pain of suffering of cramps, hormones, and blood 🤢 you were mad, annoyed, disgusted, and sad all at once. You literally just arrived at the ADA office and immediately said, in a monotoned voice

"I'm going to hang myself" And sat down

Everybody in the office was a bit worried and confused, they all faced Dazai to see if he'll comfort you and be a good bf but all he said was

"I'd never thought I'd hear you say those words" he had stars in his eyes.

Everybody gave him a disgusted look and he could feel it. He chuckled nervously and said

"I- I mean why don't I go to the store to buy all the snacks you want!"

" Aweeee thanks babe!"your mood immediately changed.

Dazai mentally gave himself a high five.

When work was over you were comfortable in the couch, covered in blankets, heat pad on your stomach, and reading your book. Everything was perfect when suddenly your boyfriend came in. You gave him an intense side eye and he immediately noticed.

"Uh- what's wrong, princess?"

"I need you to leave" you said straight up with no remorse.

For a second he looked a bit shocked, wondering if he did something. You felt bad but suddenly saw how pretty he was, so you used that as an excuse to let him down easy.

"your distracting me with your beauty" You went back to reading your book

He was baffled once again but then was flattered and smiling to himself. He left the room to yourself. He was a bit taken aback by the aggressive, flirting comment but a win is a win.

He'll try his best to comfort you during these times. I feel like sometimes he's the reason your mood is just sky rocketing all over the place, but he'll make up for it.

💜FYODOR💜

You were literally being a couch potato. Covered in blankets but also chips, crumbs, and snacks.Fyodor came in the room and saw the mess you surrounded yourself in.

"My dear, is it too much to ask for you to clean up after yourself?"

"Shut up your anemic" you retorted back with no sympathy.

Nikolai was in the same room as you two were in and tried his best not to burst out laughing . You realized what you just said and immediately began laughing. Fyodor was slightly taken by surprise by your bold comment but his face showed no emotions except for 'you better stop if you know what's good for you'.When you noticed his face, you immediately stopped laughing. Fyodor then walked towards you, you were starting to get scared

"w-wait! I'm on my period I'm sorry!"

He stopped in front of you "yes, I can see my love"

"I- ...I'm sorry" you said timidly

He looked back at you with dark eyes "just clean up after yourself, darling" he kissed your forehead and left the room.

"Your lucky he loves you" Nikolai commented

Later that same day you were laying your head on Fyodor's lap as he was petting your hair, reading a book. You were staring at his legs and randomly said

"You have very pretty legs, they look like they belong to a woman"

He immediately stopped what he was reading and looked at you. You stared back at him.

"I meant that as a compliment of course. I mean your just very beautiful"

He stared back at you with a hint of concern, but then reverted back to a straight face

"My dear, just go back to sleep" he said, gently scratching your head

Next day you were sitting on the bed, late at night, reading a book. Fyodor came in and stared at you. He was just surprised you were still awake but you felt judged.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said in a bratty tone

"Am I... Really that ugly?" You asked with curiosity and started to feel a bit down

He closed his eyes and deeply sighed "of course not, my love. Your more than beautiful" he sat next to you on the bed

"How so?" You pouted

He gently stared into your eyes "Your captivating, enchanting, and even pulchritudinous"

(Yes, that's a real word)

You didnt even know what that last word meant but since it sounded pretty, you felt flattered. You hugged his arm and kissed his cheek.

"Ugh thanks, Fedya. I love you" you had a smile on your face and snuggled close to his chest.

He smiled slightly "I love you more" he said, kissing the top of your head.

He usually doesn't take whatever you say seriously during these days just because of your mood swings and how this isn't what you'd normally do or say, but he'll still try to make it bearable for you and a little for him as well. You should definitely give him a thank you for dealing with your bs.

🧡CHUUYA🧡

He already knew you started you period. He low-key seems like the guy to track it down and stuff so he bought you a bunch of snacks. Usually when your on your period he cuddles with you so when he arrived at your shared place he went to go look for you. He found you laying flat on your face on the bed.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling?"

You responded by soft groaning

"Awe I'm sorry baby, I got you your favorite snacks. I hope that makes you feel better" he laid the bag down on the night stand.

He saw that you weren't moving, and out of sympathy, he touched your head.

"Don't touch me" you mumble in a strict tone

Normally he would probably be concerned but he understands that it's just your period talking and understands you probably just want to be alone.

"I'm sorry, let me know if you need anything" He said before making his way out the room

You lifted your head up looking back at him "wait, where are you going?" Your tone sounding sad "don't go"

He was confused but then you reached your arms out to him.

"I change my mind please cuddle with me" you said almost as an order

Your change in tone and mood startled him. He didn't want to make it worse by disobeying your order so he cuddled with you. You started playing with his hair and scratching his head. His thoughts were that he's the one supposed to help you relax not the other way around but the more you looked at him the more you realized just how literally gorgeous the man was.

"Chuuya, your so prettyyy" you said while kissing his cheek

He was starting to blush "the more I look at you the more breath taking you get" you then smothered him with kisses.

A moment ago you were literally not wanting any physical touch and now look at you, you can't keep your hands off him. Not like he's complaining though, but he's definitely struggling to keep up with your mood swings.He was about to respond back to you with compliments, but you then stopped your kissing and said

"now let me sleep I'm tired" you patted his chest gently and rolled out of his arms. Now he was just dazed.

He'll try to make you the happiest he can during your days of the month overall and you should definitely give him your gratitude for being a good bf

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captain039 · 9 months

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PART 4 Lord and lady

Vampire lord Astarion x spawn!reader

Warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, gore, vampire things, eventual smut, swearing, hurt comfort, sexual

Is it a kinky thing?

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Your view was different, your life was different, looking over the court. Respectful nods and glances, no one dares challenges the lady. The lords hand rested comfortable on her hip, she herself placed in his lap, feeling no need to use her own chair that was right beside his. The lord didn’t mind, a satisfied look on his face as she watched their court and he watched her. Keeping his hands to himself proved difficult upon many occasions, his fangs ached to be in her flesh, his stomach needed to be filled with her, his cock ached to be inside her, he wanted to be one again, her breathless moans filling the air, blood down his neck from her feeding and getting distracted by him. He’d sometimes glare at a court member whose eyes lingered too long on her beautiful form, she was his and no one else’s, a smirk on his face.

You awoke to an unfamiliar comfort and warmth, you almost fell off the bed, used to being on cold hard ground, rocks sticking into your sides. You shook your head a little hazy from the dream you had, it’d been Astarion and you? Weird. You felt the familiar need for blood, it wasn’t as intense as it normally was, you felt as if you could wait till lunch. Where would you find food here? You couldn’t exactly feed on Astarion all the time no matter how much his blood thrilled your body. You needed warm blood, maybe they had rabbits or someone could get you a rabbit? You don’t know how things work here, or what your status was. You heard a soft knock and frowned seeing the door open and Molly walking in with a happy smile.

“I sensed you awake” she said and you sat up, this was all… odd.

“Our lord is dealing with some formality’s with the court and should be finished soon, however I’m here to get you ready” she said going to your wardrobe.

“Ready?” You questioned and she nodded smiling at you.

“For what? Can’t I get ready by myself?” You asked sitting on the edge of the bed and sighing. Molly frowned and walked over to you, sitting beside you.

“I don’t know what’s going on” you muttered.

“I understand this is all overwhelming, but you have a new home” she offered comfort.

“Home? Why? Because your lord is connected to me?” You scoffed lightly.

“Connected?” She questioned and you looked to her confused face.

“Has he not ranted about how he felt me in the forest? How he was looking for me?” You asked and she shook her head.

“Strange” she whispered intrigued.

“Based of some vampire research I once looked at, I know two vampires usually spawn and master can be connected, obviously, however there are rare cases where a vampire is sired by the wrong master” she began to explain and you frowned.

“How do you have a wrong master? You don’t get to choose” you said.

“Well no, vampires choose their spawns though, usually it’s all about consent and giving their body over, it’s a very intimate process” she continued on.

“However some just want to continue their blood line so to speak, or make lives worse in your case, did you know who turned you?” She asked and you shook your head.

“Hm, guess your master was in need of a spawn, wanting to make your life horrible as he most certainly has” she said angrily making you smile briefly.

“Idiots, changing into a vampire is a delicate process!” Her annoyance made you chuckle and she flushed.

“Apologies, I get very passionate about things” she said and you shook your head.

“It’s ok” you smiled. It felt strange to smile, but it was like riding a bike really, it came back naturally.

“As I was saying before with connections some rare cases is a master chooses the wrong spawn, much like your case, leaves and never sees or bonds with them, vampires are very much pack like, despite story’s, though they can survive on their own, being in a court or group is better” you listened quietly as she went on.

“Perhaps Astarion was to be your master all along, you were just forced too soon and by the wrong master” she finished and you nodded.

“I would’ve slapped your lord if he asked me to be a vampire” you said and she chuckled.

“Yes well, he’d probably woo you first” she said and you tensed, cheeks heating.

“Vampires are very romantic, well actually, they’re just usually very uh- horny” she said and you laughed at her awkwardness.

“It’s true!” She huffed and you shook your head.

“I can assure you I am not that” you chuckled.

“Yes well, you have control” she huffed and you frowned, control?

“Did I say something wrong?” Molly asked worried.

“No I- I feel like I’ve just bounced back into a normal life, like I wasn’t this raging thing in the forest” you explained and she saddened holding your hand suddenly.

“Bouncing back seems easy, let it happen, but there will be times where you feel like this, like you shouldn’t bounce back so easily because of things you’ve done, that were out of your control, but I will be here to talk with you” her words brought you comfort as did her smile, she almost reminded you of your mother, only a lot younger.

“I believe Astarions ready to show you the place” she perked up and you simple nodded.

“Do you need some blood before we go?” She asked and you stilled. She said it so casually again.

“It does not bother me at all” she added quickly.

“My blood isn’t as powerful as Astarions, but it’s warm” she shrugged holding up her wrist. You gulped a bit, holding wrist and hesitating. You shook your head, you don’t want to hurt her.

“Don’t starve yourself, you don’t need to hear” she reminded with a smile and you nodded. You followed her to the court room, she waved some quick magic, fixed your clothes, changed the shirts colour and put your hair up. You saw Astarion in the middle of the room, head leant back and eyes closed.

“My lord” Molly said and he turned to look at you both.

“Did you sleep well?” He grinned and you nodded avoiding his eyes.

“Excellent, let me give you the grand tour” he beckoned and you glanced briefly to Molly before you left to follow him. Astarion took you around the castle, this place was massive, talking about the different rooms and pictures that were hung up. You got lost after about the third hallway you went down and gave up trying to memorise. You managed to figure out your room to his, your room to the bathroom, your room to the courtroom, that seemed all that was necessary. You passed few vampires, did they all just stay here with eachother? Like a big family, surely that’d be annoying. You felt like you walked for hours, mind rolling through thoughts, hunger pressing. You kept looking to Astarions throat, watching a slow beat pump through his veins, your fangs ached to pierce his flesh.

“Darling” he stopped and you frowned, you hadn’t paid a word to what he said.

“If you need a bite, just ask” he smirked and you quickly looked down shaking your head, you felt addicted to it, you’ve only tasted it twice. Fingers went under your chin and forced your head up, you held your breath watching his Ruby eyes stare into yours.

“Why resist?” He whispered and you bit the inside of your cheek accidentally making it bleed from your fang. His nose flared slightly and his eyes darkened, he leant forward, obviously he smelt the blood. Your mouth opened slightly as you need more air, he growled lowly and suddenly lips were on yours. A hand went on your hips, pulling you closer while the hand that was on your chin held your throat gently. You whined at the contact, body giving in Instantly, knees going weak. His tongue begged you to open your lips and you did. You felt a surge as you tasted him and your blood. He pulled back panting, licking his lips and sighing. You were in a daze, hunger able to take over quickly as you bared your fangs and bit down into his neck. He hissed lightly, but chuckled which then broke off into a moan. It spurred you on more, sucking harsher, the power off his blood humming through your veins. He held your hips tightly, but didn’t push you away, he growled and you heard someone quickly run off. You let go hesitantly, mind coming back to reality as you stared at the holes in his neck heal quickly. You licked off the blood you left feeling him shiver under the contact. You felt powerful.

Next part ->

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#x reader #Astarion x reader #astarion bg3 #vampires

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w1ldthoughts · 2 months

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All of My Tomorrows

Synopsis: Aftermath of Dangerous Delusions.

A/n: Last part of the series! Thank you all for reading as always, you all mean everything to me.

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“Literally what were you thinking not telling anyone? Did you really think this was all just magically going to disappear?” Her best friend lays into her over the phone. She can tell by the huffing and puffing that Mani is probably raging at her while getting her morning Pilates in. The worst part is, she’s right. Everyone was right. She’d fucked up…majorly. “You are so lucky Jack has you on house arrest until this situation is sorted because if not, I would fly to Kentucky myself and beat you up for being so dumb.”

“I know,” she sighs, pulling out her laptop to distract herself with work. “What I did was stupid. I should’ve told him and realize that. I heard you the first time. And the second. And the third but definitely the fourth.”

Mani laughs, mentally reminding herself not to continue her rant, even if she really wants to call her out again. “I love you, so much. I want you to be safe and when you feel unsafe I want you to speak the hell up. No more suffering in silence.”

Four days had come and gone since the incident. Four days of Zoey sleeping alone, replaying everything that happened before things went south. The smile on his face when she practically tackled him. How warm and cozy he felt when he hugged her back. She missed him so badly there was almost a physical ache in her bones. After finishing up her nightly routine, she laid her head on the pillow, trying to will herself to close her eyes and enter a true REM cycle.

This is probably the first time where she’s really had to face her demons. On several occasions she was the master communicator when Jack fell short, she was the shoulder he could lean on for support after he apologized and promised to be better. Now that the shoe was on the other foot she had to do the same. He had every right to be upset maybe that’s why this was so hard. She knew she acted irrationally, but she needed to come to terms with why.

At 2am, she looked at her phone and rolled her eyes, hoping that she’d gotten more than two hours of sleep and was sadly mistaken. She tiptoed down the hallway and down the stairs to grab a bottle of water. Jack was sitting on the couch, holding the remote. But the tv wasn’t on.

“It’s um—it’s hard to sleep without you, knowing that you’re down the hall.” His voice sounds rough, like he’s been screaming but she doesn’t push it. She nods instead, taking a seat next to him but keeping a little distance. Zoey felt like she needed to earn the right to be in his space again and that required some real honesty. He hands her his water, assuming that’s what she came downstairs for. Jack was usually the one to remember to stay hydrated and kept water in the room. But she forgot.

She thanks him, taking a few sips, the cool liquid quenching her thirst but did nothing to calm her nerves. “I had a nightmare,” she whispers looking straight ahead at the black tv screen. “I was back in the parking garage but I was alone. And I—just stood there, by myself. It felt so…cold and dark. But then I woke up and I remembered that I wasn’t alone. I’m not alone and I don’t have to do by myself. But Jack,” she pauses, a small sob escaping her, “I was so scared. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that in my life.”

There it was. The wall that he’d built around himself the last few days handling this mess came shattering down as soon as he saw her cry. Nothing in this world mattered anymore, not his feelings, not his ego or pride. He scooted over to hold her close, shedding a few tears of his own, telling her to take her time and that he wasn’t going anywhere.

She was crying so hard her voice was hoarse when she found her words again, a simple fact that almost brought him to his knees. “I didn’t tell you not only because I was scared and didn’t want you to worry,” she sniffles, wiping a few tears as he keeps her in his arms. Zoey looks into his soft blue eyes, a much more tender look than the ones she’s been getting lately. “Jack I was being selfish. Our time together is so limited and I want it to be about us. About peace and love and this just tainted this fantasy and bliss that I was living in and I wasn’t ready to let it go. So I acted like it wasn’t happening and hoped it would go away…until it wouldn’t and I called Mike for help.”

“I should have come to you, but I wasn’t ready to fully acknowledge that this was actually happening.”

He sits in silence for a few moments, letting out deep breaths. “Zo, baby I get it. I fucking hate long distance. I hate being away from you. And when I see you or get to talk to you I want it to be only good things too. But that’s just not real life. I want you to come to me not just for the lovey dovey ‘everything is perfect stuff.’ I want you to come to me with the bad stuff too, the scary things, the uncomfortable things, all the things. Because I want to hear whatever you have to say for a very very long time. And I want to be the first person you go to because you are mine.”

“Whenever anything happens to me, you’re the first thing on my mind. You’re my first call. And it really hurt that you didn’t feel the same but I get it now. I just want you to know that you don’t have to do any of this alone. There is no amount of distance that is enough to keep me from taking care of you, believe that.”

“I do. I do believe that,” she squeezes him tighter, taking in the warmth that she’s been missing. “I will work on being more open and honest with you, cause you’re my person too, I wanna tell you everything. Promise.”

She yawns and he runs his hand down her back, telling her they should head back to bed. He walks behind her up the stares and she tries to bite back a smile when he walks into the master bedroom behind her. Jack crawls into bed on his side, opening his arms to let Zoey in.

“Don’t even think you’re off the hook yet, I’m just tired and I sleep better when you’re next to me,” he whispers with a straight face. “Get some sleep.”

She reaches up to kiss his jaw, sending chills down his spine. “I love you Jack Jack.”

“I love you too,” he kisses the crown of her head.

It’s over. Two simple words that he’d been waiting to hear for almost a week. Every single day he sat by the phone, scribbling out words on a notepad, trying to get work done but his mind just went back to it. Back to her and her safety. Hearing Mike say those two little words over the phone was like getting a semi truck lifted off of his chest. It allowed him to finally let out a deep breath, and the tears followed. There was a relief like nothing he’d ever felt before and he’s finally starting to realize what they mean when they say that love is painful sometimes. There’s been this constant nagging pain that he couldn’t pinpoint but it was as if all of the pain he’d been feeling stemmed from being worried. The sheer horror at the thought of someone intending to hurt Zoey had actually been causing him physical pain.

And now it was over.

Jack sighed again and wiped his tears, exiting his office. Zoey took one look at his face and knew what it was immediately. She practically leaped into his arms and held on tight, thanking him.

“You don’t have to thank me. Baby you are my life, I will die before I ever let anything happen to you. I mean that.”

His light chuckle brings her immense peace and she gives him a kiss, his lips feeling so familiar, feeling like home. This is what love is, holding your person ever so tightly after a fight, the feeling of security even at the most vulnerable and scary moments. It’s about admitting when you’re wrong and having the courage and trust in the other person to let you know you’re wrong so the next time things will be done differently. All of these moments, these painful but necessary life lessons are what brought her to this moment with her person. And there’s no one else in the world that she’d ever do this with.

She pulls away from the kiss to just take it all in. “I love you so fucking much. Even though I almost gave you a heart attack, I—I love you and I want everything with you.” Jack swipes his thumb under her eye to catch a stray tear. “It was so wrong of me to even doubt that we couldn’t handle this together and I will never ever keep anything from you again. I am so sorry.”

He gives her a soft smile and another tender kiss on the lips before speaking. “I love you like…so fucking bad. Been waiting my whole life for you. I’ve manifested a lot of things in my life but I thought I was asking for too much, so I never thought I’d actually find the perfect partner. And then here you come, everything I could’ve wanted and all the things I had no idea I needed, all wrapped up in the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth. And you think I’m just letting all that go? You are crazy.”

“I say all that to say…I forgive you.” His hands settle on her hips pulling her in even closer just to look at her like he’s memorizing every detail of her face…and she’s memorizing his.

“Do you wanna go finish that moon puzzle?” Zoey asks him, breaking the silence.

“You want me to get down on one knee and propose to you right now don’t you?”

This love is physical, full of desire. It is practical in a functional sense where it has a healthy dose of ups and downs. It is playful, fun, joyful and full of laughter. It’s a love that is going to last. And most importantly? It’s a love that Jack and Zoey intend to keep…as long as humanly possible.

#jack Harlow #jack Harlow imagine #jack harlow x oc #jack x zoey #jack Harlow fanfic #jackman thomas harlow

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russellsppttemplates · 6 months

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We'll figure out as we go (Lance Stroll)

A little peek into Lance's birthday celebrations

Note: english is not my first language. This is incredibly self indulgent, but the writer's block is still here and I have not been able to distract myself too much even though I have way too much free time (maybe another rant for another day), which means ruminating is a big part of my days. Also, let's pretend that the race calendar is a little different.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: f1 2023 season for AM, mentions wanting to start a family in the future, fertility issues, the tiniest suggestive smut

"Happy birthday, my love", you greeted Lance, your voice croaky from having just woken up. The bed was warm since you both planned to stay in for as long as you could before facing the outside world.

"Thank you, sweetheart", he mumbled back against your lips before kissing them, allowing himself to freely feel your skin against his palms as they travelled around your torso, "I love you".

Because of your schedules during the week, with you going to work pretty early and Lance's workout sessions also at the beggining of the day, these moments only really happened on the weekends he spent at home and whenever you travelled with him to watch him race from the paddock and not your usual spot on the sofa. So you decided to take it all in, even if you both had set an earlier alarm than usual and probably had the first room service request of the day.

"Part of me wants to go and race, but I'm also very, very tempted to stay here with you and celebrate", your boyfriend nudged, kissing your neck area before kissing all the way up to your lips, dissolving your smirk, "I don't think the team would be happy if you did that, and the fans, too, they're here to watch you, too", you reasoned, cupping his face and rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs.

"It seems keeping them happy has not been my strongest suit lately", he admitted, looking down slightly, "you're not responsible for anyone's happiness other than your own, Lance. Sure, you can help others feel happy, but it's not your responsibility", you smiled as he looked back up and into your eyes, "besides, it's your birthday, and after the race, we can go home and soak up eachother for a few days", you said, looking at the clock on the bedside table, "also, we have breakfast arriving any minute now", you kissed his cheek before you got up, heading to the bathroom to freshen up quickly.

When breakfast arrived at the door, you thanked the lovely employee and they set the plates and trays on the table, "we don't have a cake, but I'll make that one you really like when we're back home", you said, sitting in your boyfriend's lap as you enjoyed the plate of pancakes.

The race didn't go as planned, and with a double DNF, the whole team was feeling a little bit down, so after all of Lance's duties were taken care of, you went back to the hotel, packing the last few things into the suitcases and driving to the airport.

"I know you've had a way harder day than I've had, but I can't wait until I feel our bed", you cuddled closer to Lance once you were allowed to push the armrest between you upwards, "soon enough, you will", he kissed your forehead.

"I still can't believe I have you all to myself this week", he added, "I still have some things from work, they're just fine if I do them from home", you recalled, "but I couldn't agree more. I'm going to cling onto you like a limpet".

"Are you sure that we don't need anything else?", you asked again, "I have finished work for the day, I have time to bake something else", you added. "I know you like to cook, and that you wouldn't mind making dinner, but it's easier this way", Lance said, "you don't need to fuss around, and I get to have you for the rest of the day", he kissed your forehead, "right here with me".

The plan for the day was simple: after you finished your work assignments, you and Lance would spend the rest of the day basking in eachother's company and later Chloe and Scotty would join you for dinner provided by a caterer your boyfriend had arranged.

"How about we go on a walk? You said you wanted to do the trail the other day", you suggested, earning a nod as you both walked upstairs to grab what you needed. The previous rainy days called for stronger walking gear as the trail would be muddy, paired with a thick jumper and a puffy coat to protect you from the cold, "are you ready, darling?", Lance wondered seeing you walk to the door as you put your hood up, "didn't know I was going on a walk with the Michelin man", he teased you, kissing your cheek as he grabbed the keys from the bowl, opening the door for you.

Taking a walk had become one of your favourite outdoor activities with Lance since it was one of the fewer ones that didn't involve head protective gear or going at faster speeds than you liked, so you had grown acquainted to the trails and paths near where you lived, always wanting to explore them a little more and see what they had to offer. It quickly became your couple thing to do when you wanted a slow day, so whenever the weather allowed, you and Lance took that time to move your bodies as well as catching up, specially after double and triple headers.

"I really miss this quiet and calm whenever we're on the road", Lance began, "I love racing and travelling around the world to do it, but it's too loud sometimes". It was not a new confession or something you had never heard, and particularly with the season he and the team were having, you knew how much everything had gotten to him and how much he needed his safe place. For him, his safe place was somewhere he could be that was a little quieter, with friends and family and no other eyes prying around, and being with you, as he soon found out after you started dating. You had quickly become his safe person and he couldn't be more grateful.

"I get what you mean", you said, squeezing his hand that was laced in yours, "I spent last weekend with you and I've felt my social battery run low a couple of times", you admitted, "I love to watch you race, so I get what you mean", you stopped as he helped you across a big puddle, afraid you'd lose balance and fall, "but I'm glad you're also taking care of yourself. I'm very proud of you, Lance, in every way possible", you noted, seeing his blush and taking advantage of the fact that he was pulling you in slightly to fully face him and kiss his lips.

When you arrived back home, you and Lance went upstairs for a quick shower together, your boyfriend helping you wash your body after you grabbed a claw clip to secure as you did with him, the warm water and soft touches only stopping because soon the catering people would arrive to deliver the food.

When they knocked on the door, they quickly set the containers on the counter like you asked them too, explaining which ones contained what and a few instructions if you needed to heat them up and how to store them if there were leftovers. Thanking them one last time, Lance walked them to the door, coming back to the living room and helping you set the table.

"Your sister just texted me saying that Scotty is driving them here, they just left", you smiled, hugging Lance from the back first before he then turned to look at you, kissing your forehead, "thank you, for this and everything else, and before you go all 'I didn't even do anything' on me", he tutted, "I'm saying it because it is true, I would've gone mad if I didn't have you, so thank you for always being there for me. Here's to many more birthdays with you by my side", he kissed you, being interrupted by the door.

"Now, where's my girl Y/N?", you heard Chloe say, hearing her heels click against the wooden floor, "hey, gorgeous girl", you greeted her with a hug, "how have you been?", you asked, "same old, and you?".

"I've been good, busy with work and travelling with this one, but it's good busy", you smiled, tapping your boyfriend's back lightly before nudging him so you could hug Scotty, "has the older Stroll sibling been bugging you too much?", you wondered, "please, Y/N, I got the easier sibling, I should be the one asking you that", the snowboarder said, getting a giggle out of everyone before you headed to the dining room.

While you ate dinner, you took the opportunity to catch up with eacother, laughing and sharing recent and older memories as you enjoyed the food. By the time dessert was on the table, Chloe and Scotty gave Lance their present for him, "There's another bag, which is not a present for you", Chloe pointed out, grabbing the black paperbag from the sofa, "I like to think this is a collective... enjoyment for the night", she smiled, taking out a big brown book that, by the pages you could peek while it was still closed, looked like an old photo album.

"Mom found it when she was arranging space for the wedding photo album and she said that they messed up when they printed this one, so she had two copies. She gave me this so I could show you, too.", your sister in law smiled, opening it to reveal a picture of young Lance and Chloe hugging eachother.

"Oh, look! It's baby Lance!", you cooed, tracing your finger on a picture of Lance when he was probably no older than twelve months, laying down on what looked like a sun lounger. You could see Claire-Anne sitting by the end of it, attempting to get him to look at the camera even though he still looked at her, "That's one cute baby".

"He was a troublemaker though", Chloe chipped in, "not loads of times, I must admit, but he knew which buttons to push whenever he wanted to cause a tantrum", she defended, hugging her younger brother, "Oh, look! There's that one of when my tooth fell!".

Lance helped you move the plates and trays back to the kitchen so Scotty would have time to run back to the car and get the cake, allowing you to sing Happy Birthday to him and enjoy another slice of sweet and fluffy cake over a cup of wine.

"Lance probably wants another type of birthday celebrations", Scotty smirked, "and training ended me today, too, so maybe we could get going", he said, earning a nod from his wife, "me too, I'm exhausted", she got up, "thanks for dinner, guys", they said as you walked them to the door, not before swatting Scotty's arm, "you thought I didn't notice the comment?".

After leaving the downstairs area was somewhat tidy, you and Lance went upstairs to get redy for bed, "You know, the pictures just made me think about having a family of our own, little babies that look like you", you smiled, sitting next to him on the bed and nestling yourself on his chest, "I know it's not right now, but it got me thinking", you drew small random shapes on his skin.

"Me too, although I must admit I've seen your baby pictures and I'd be lying if I said that I don't imagine out kids with you chubby cheeks", he said, softly kissing the top of your head, "when the time comes, we will figure it out, okay?", he asked, already knowing where your mind was taking you. The diagnosis was a turning point, that was for sure, not only because you could finally put a pin on what was happening and that your discomfort was indeed caused by something, but because it came with uncertainties. For all you knew, it could either be something that would interfere only a little or it could put a serious dent in your fertility and how you and Lance would proceed to start your own family when the time came.

"We'll figure it out as we go, like we always do", you smiled, pushing him down on his back as you began kissing his jaw, "now, can I love on my handsome and wonderful boyfriend?".

#lance stroll imagine #lance stroll × reader #lance stroll fanfic #lance stroll fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Regret My Touch So Much That You Curse Your Baptism - Kaz Brekker Imagine [Shadow & Bone]

Title: Regret My Touch So Much That You Curse Your Baptism

Pairing: Kaz Brekker X Reader

Word Count: 1,292 words

Warning(s): touch aversion, author trying to be dramatic

Summary: [Inspired by "salvation" by Christabelle Marbun] Kaz finds himself faced with a problem. His attempt to solve the problem seems to have consequences that he had not anticipated.

Author's Note: I... love this song so much.

I know that I haven't written for this show in ages, but since the second season came out, I decided to give it a shot again.

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Kaz asking to meet with you was never necessarily a good thing.

It was usually a sign of something very important happening and I have found that something so important was rarely good.

I had known Kaz for a fair number of years. Even then, I never truly felt like I completely understood him. There were so many different parts of himself that he kept locked away, each with a wildly different key. I had been trying for ages to get him to open up to me. It had yet to happen.

Kaz was silent when I met with him that day.

I had greeted him, but he merely nodded as a way to acknowledge my existence. I could have laughed. I could have sworn that the two of us were much closer than what warranted his behavior.

"Can I ask what this meeting is about," I asked, taking a moment to scan the room.

"You," he stood firm in his spot across the room from me.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "I might need more detail."

He looked away from me, pretending to be more focused on something nearby. I watched his cane spin a bit under his hand.

"Kaz-"

"You have gotten in my way," he stopped me.

I scoffed. "Pardon? In what way?"

"I have found myself unable to pull my thoughts from you," he explained. "It has gotten in the way of my work."

"Do you want me to apologize," I found myself chuckling as the question escaped me. "I'm sorry that I'm memorable?"

"I didn't ask you here to insult me."

"I would be happy to hear why you wanted to meet with me over this."

"In the hopes that confessing it will be enough for it to end," he sounded... exhausted. As if he had truly tried every other solution that he could think of but could not find one to bring him peace.

Like a man confessing his sins in the hopes of being forgiven.

"I see," I nodded. "Well, please feel free to tell me how well this works for you-"

"You don't understand," he cut me off.

I almost scoffed again, but he didn't give me the chance.

"You have become all-consuming," he almost sounded angry. "All-consuming and distracting. You have blocked all other thoughts that I could have. I would give anything to focus on something outside of you, but I can't."

I was stunned for a moment. Not just because of his word, but because of his voice. It was as if he were blaming me for being such a "distraction" to him.

"Is that why you asked me to meet you," I asked. "To rant about me being some 'distraction' as if I was doing it on purpose?"

He didn't have a response to the question.

I wondered if he had practiced this moment in his head. If he had considered what words he should say to get his point across. If he had considered every potential response that he could get when those words were spoken.

I wondered if my particular collection of words had never crossed his mind and that was why no response seemed to form.

"Do something about it," I said.

"Excuse me?"

I stepped forward. "You heard me perfectly well."

Kaz raised an eyebrow at me.

I walked even closer to him, careful to keep enough distance between us that he could back away at any point.

He didn't. Instead, he stepped forward after me. Still not touching but teetering on the edge of the cliff. I felt like if I breathed too heavily, then my chest would brush his.

I had to force myself to keep eye contact with him.

Kaz was always intense. His life required the ability to be intimidating when he needed to be. So much so that it must have become second nature to him at some point. Even in this moment, his eyes were enough to make me want to back down from my moment of bravery.

But I don't think he wanted me to.

He didn't want to tell me all of this just so I'd run. That would be... foolish.

"I want to know why you chose now," my voice was soft due to the proximity, not due to fear. "What corner of your mind did I finally haunt that forced you to confess this to me?"

His silence spoke as a false warning.

"I can't force you to tell me anything or do anything," I continued. "But if I hold so much power over you and your thoughts... I would like to know the extent of my reach. I would hate to abuse such a gift. How much of your days and nights are consumed by this... 'all-consuming' thought of me?"

I felt my heart rate spike when the leather on his free hand brushed against mine. He didn't grab my hand or intertwine our fingers. He merely placed them against each other. Testing how much pressure my skin placed on the leather. How much of my touch could he truly feel through the barrier?

"I see," I whispered. "The great Kaz Brekker... never a truly open book."

I dragged my index finger along the length of his. I quite enjoyed the idea of being wanted. It was a new feeling, but it was one that I could picture becoming addicted to.

"You have found your way into my thoughts too," I explained. "Right in the back of my mind... just waiting. I would never call you a distraction, but I suppose I could overlook that."

The only sign of him being anything other than perfectly in control was his eyes. They were jumping around my face too much for me to be convinced that he had full control of the situation. I decided that whatever suffering I had put him through had been enough.

"All I need is for you to say that you want me in the same way that I want you," I said. At some point, forcing myself hold his gaze had become second nature. I didn't need to fight the nerves sitting in my chest any longer. If anything, those same nerves now held my chin in place. "Say it and I'm yours, Kaz."

I watched Kaz take a long breath. Calming his own nerves. I never thought about how Kaz would calm his nerves. He always seemed so in control of them that the idea felt... wrong. Pointless.

Seeing him do it now felt like something close to intimate.

"I want you to be mine," he managed to whisper out. "Please..."

The idea of someone's shell cracking made perfect sense to me. I watched pieces of Kaz's cold armor flake off like pieces of a wall chipping away over time. It felt impolite, but I was now desperate to know what hid away under that chipped paint. I knew better than to rush that process, but curiosity was a powerful motivator.

Finally, his hand properly grabbed mine. Kaz's thumb dug into my palm slightly. Grounding himself or holding me in place, I would never know.

"I want that too," I mumbled to him.

I watched his face relax slightly. I let a small grin form on my lips at the sight.

Kaz moved forward slightly. I didn't think it was possible.

There was still a safe space between us. Close but not touching. I had no desire to push anything in that moment.

I leaned back first.

Kaz leaned forward in an attempt to keep the space between us to a minimum. I had to fight the urge to smirk a little at him.

That feeling of being wanted was one that I could certainly get used to.

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Author's Note: I would like everyone to know that I spent about 15 minutes sitting in front of this screen, debating whether or not a kiss would fit here.

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#kaz brekker fanfiction #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #imagine #fanfiction #x reader #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone fanfiction

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twilightrocksfanfic · 1 year

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reid x reader confess their feelings

summery: takes place right after 6x10 where the team was joined by a young agent whom Spencer thought was pretty (Garcias words) and BAU reader was jealous and wants to apologize. While reader believes Spencer to be entirely aware of her feelings she says a lot of things that confuse Spencer, because, turns out, he had no idea

information: fluff, use of she/her pronouns but reader could be gender neutral, I wrote this in the middle of the night (my head hurts) so I can’t guarantee quality at this time

authors note: so apparently I write for criminal minds now. I am currently obsessed with this show and Spencer Reid specifically so there might be more in the next few days. Twilight content will still be coming because that is my main hoe but its fun to do other things on the side.

pls let me know if you have any constructive feedback.

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You found Spencer, with his feet up on a table, in the conference room. He was running his finger over the pages of a battered book, whilst looking over at a file on the desk.

He was totally lost in his work and for a second you stood and admired him.

“Hey Spence, you got a minute?” He looked up at you, momentarily startled. He looked back down on the page, flipped it over after a second and then closed the book without putting a bookmark in. He would find that page again and you knew it.

“Yes sure, what’s up?” He had taken his feet of the table and was now leaning forward, resting his elbows on it.

You closed the door behind you and, with closed eyes, took a deep breath. You had headed for a chair but when you touched its back you decided against sitting down. You needed all the confidence you could get.

“I uh, I’m sorry, about the way I acted when we were out.” You could feel yourself staring at him, subconsciously analyzing every muscle that moved on his face he raised an eyebrow.

“I was jealous and unprofessional and above all I was a bad friend, and I’m sorry for that.” You pulled your face into a grimace, that was supposed to be a smile but you felt that it really wasn’t that, so you willed your muscles to relax again.

Spencer got up now. You had no idea why and he just looked at you for what felt like minutes. Then he started to pace. He was always pacing when he needed to think without getting distracted by himself.

“What are you talking about?” He turned back to face you, and, in his face, you could read nothing but confusion.

“The way I treated you, and Ashley, I’ll apologize to her, it just didn’t feel right you know, but I will and I- Spencer you’re important to me and your happiness is important to me and I sometimes forget that, that might mean that I have to compromise myself a little bit and I am sorry.”

He was pacing again but you knew he was listening. The way he always listened. You trusted that he knew your apology was sincere and tried to live with the silence while he figured out what to say.

After a minute or two he came to a halt, raising his hand as if pointing at something, although he did not really point. He opened his mouth and closed it again almost immediately looking almost confused at his own behavior.

“What are you working out right now?”

“I’m still caught up on the jealous part to be honest.” That startled you.

“I mean I know that I usually deal really well with my feelings and honestly I was surprised, not in a good way, by how much you flirting with her bothered me and I didn’t check in with myself before, I just freaked out and... why are you making me tell you all of this” you ended your rant looking up at him.

He took a step towards you, raising his hands as if to touch you and then lowering them again.

“Spencer, what is going on?”

“You like me?” He looked so genuinely confused that this was the first time, ever, really, that you even considered that he was oblivious to your feelings. That he genuinely thought that Garcia’s and Morgan’s jokes were just jokes, that he felt like it was just a coincidence that you would always end up in a room together when the team needed to share.

The more that this dawned on you the bigger your eyes became. You had covered your mouth starring at him.

“Oh no…” He took a step back from you and started to pace again and though you usually enjoyed watching him right now every step of his made your heart beat faster by tenfold.

“Can you stop that. You’re making me nervous.” Spencer stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you again.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was really sure you knew. With you being an FBI profiler and everything, I didn’t think someone having a crush on you would slip. The others all know.” He looked like a lot of puzzle pieces fell into place when you told him that.

“Oh”

“Yeah” the two of you almost seemed frozen.

“How’d you not know?” You asked him, thinking about all the times he had said things about you finding a good boyfriend, with how willing he was to flirt with other women, with the way he always pretended that he didn’t hear when Morgan asked him when he was gonna propose.

It had always looked like he was going out of his way to not get your hopes up.

“I mean I have certainly suspected it, but I was too uncertain that my judgement was clouded, so I didn’t put too much weight on it. But with all the time we spent together, it was really only a matter of time before someone in this team caught feelings for another member.” His eyes rested on you, for the first time since you’d started this conversation did he look calm.

“I just thought it would be highly unlikely that it would happen to two of us.” You stared in disbelief.

“No.” you shook your head and now you had to sit down. Your knees were soft.

Spencer pulled a chair out next to you.

“What do you want me to say to that?” You asked, looking up from your hands.

“I feel like we should both be more excited about this turn of events than we are currently expressing to be.” That made you smile.

“I’m scared.” Spencer raised an eyebrow. And somehow that made you smile.

“We don’t need to tell anyone here. They’ll all know of course but no one’s going to fire us. And we can keep it in a way that there won’t be anything to tell if you don’t want that, but I uhm, I do. I’d rather keep the secret than not have anything to tell at all.” You smiled again.

“You’re sweet.” Spencer smiled back and encouraged by your words he reached out and brushed his fingertips over the back of your hand. You looked at your hand, the way he was touching you, so softly as though he was afraid to scare you away.

“You don’t have to.” Despite the fact that you had shared a bed dozens of times, you knew he wasn’t always comfortable with skin contact, especially on his hands and you could not let this memory be taunted by making him feel uncomfortable. You needed this to be good.

“What if I want to?” You turned your hand over and lightly spread your fingers apart. At first he ran his fingertips over the soft skin on your hands. They were tickling you, in the best possible and eventually, his fingers came to a rest between yours.

You squeezed his hand, only a little, and watched closely for his reaction but he looked fine, happy even. You took a deep breath and scooted a little closer to him.

“I can’t believe you never told me.” He said.

“Honestly, I can’t believe neither of us figured this out on our own. We analyze people for a living.” You answered and it made Spencer smile again. He too scooted a little closer to you.

He reached his arm over the back of your chair and lightly pulled you toward him. You let him, until you were resting against him. You felt his head rest on yours for a moment before he lifted it back up and placed a kiss on your hair.

“Is that okay?” He asked and you nodded.

“This is going to be okay, isn’t it?” Your voice was quiet but you knew he’d heard you because you could feel him not immediately.

“If I have any say in this, this’ll be better than okay.” That made you smile because you knew he meant it.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #reader #cm #derek morgan #penelope garcia #fanfiction #fanfic #I am so fucking tired #fluff

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yongbokkk · 1 year

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pairings: lee know x m!reader

genre: diary fic(minho's pov!!), enemies to lovers(?), high school au

a/n; i kinda hate this idk bout u

entry 1

there was a new student today, his name is y/n.

i already dislike him, he looks like he could annoy the shit out of me.

other than hearing his irritating voice, today was pretty much the usual

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entry 2

it's like life decided to give up on me, instead of the opposite.

looks like my friends befriended the new student behind my back, and only now they inform me.

i wanted to wipe the grin off of his face so bad, what's he gotta smile for?

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entry 3

i passed an exam, feeling good.

then all of a sudden y/n offers me to lunch, which i declined of course.

he had this joyful look on his face before i rejected him, it turned sad after i did.

i kind of felt bad i felt victory from finally wiping the smile off his face. anyways, dori is playing with my face, i got to go

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entry 4

he's been stuck to me like a cat needing it's owner, it's so annoying. even if i try to avoid him, he keeps coming back.

i ranted to my friend, he said i should give y/n a chance, hell to the no. he also said i've been being mean to him for no reason, also bullshit.

oh yes, there's definitely a reason to why i hate him. he's just so im too lazy to think, so goodnight.

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entry 5

i can't get the look on his face off my mind, no matter how hard i try to distract myself. i shouldn't have shouted at him like that, maybe i was being too harsh. it's his fault for being so annoying, he just had to keep pestering me everyday.

anyways, i have to go do my homework and sleep, im early tomorrow.

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entry 6

i couldn't find him all day, there wasn't any sign of him, it felt unusual. where was he?

was it because of yesterday? have i upset him by raising my voice like that?

i have an upcoming exam, i shouldn't overthink the situation. goodbye.

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entry 7

jisung really wanted to get in my nerves and decided to throw a water balloon at me, i got him back though.

y/n, he still hasn't shown up to class. is he really going to miss out on all the lessons like that.

im not worried, i have no business with that idiot. goodnight.

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entry 8

i don't know what else to write for this day other than y/n being back.

he looked down, he didn't even talk to my friends or even anyone in school. he seemed like he didn't have the energy to do anything, he barely passed through class.

i'm starting to think back on what i did to him, it keeps me awake at night.

i'll try to sleep now, goodnight.

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entry 9

i don't know what came over me, but i decided to buy him his favorite drink. i just felt bad, he looked pretty lonely these days. sure he had his friends sitting with him, but he barely joined a conversation and just kept eating.

i still hate him, he shouldn't have high hopes that i'll be nice to him after this. goodnight.

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entry 10

me and felix got into an argument, but we worked it out so it's all good in the end.

for the past days, y/n's starting to get better, he doesn't look as miserable as before. there's a part of me that's glad, but then again, why should i care? i hate his guts, he's not important to me.

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entry 11

felix's brownies are the best, he knows when and how to make them like a professional baker. we sat and ate, talking about things to feel the mood. then the topic was about y/n.

apparently, the reason why y/n was sad wasn't just because of me, he was also stood up on a supposed date. how can anyone ditch an angel like him? who ever y/n's date was, i'll serve a punch to his face. goodnight

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entry 12

today was.. eventful. i figured out who stood up y/n, how could he fall for such playboy looking asshole. honestly, i'm more attractive.

i saw him today, and let's say, i gave him a piece of my mind. no there wasn't any violence, i just hit him in the face. it was light, i don't see why i made mark. it felt good, though.

i ate ice cream and played with my cats, now im off to bed. goodnight

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entry 13

theres something wrong with me, i'll start off to where i just brang myself to sit next to y/n at lunch, then i helped him with his books because he was clumsy enough to trip and fall, all of a sudden i had this light feeling in my chest as i was speaking to him. i'm supposed to hate him, aren't i? he's always annoying me.

do i hate him?

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entry 14

hi hi, its been like a month. you're probably wondering why the long absence. well, to my last entry, i took the time to figure out what i was feeling. and when i did, i couldn't believe myself.

as it was the end of school, students were free to go wherever they want outside the building.

minho wanted to walk home, but something was pulling his heart back from the gate.

it was telling him to wait for a certain someone, they were a bit late for exit today.

you, with your bag, finally walked out of the school building. minho's eyes had caught you as soon as you appeared on the corner of his eyes.

your h/c hair was still what you can call perfect, despite what the horrible school air can do.

minho panicked, not knowing what to do. it would be a month till the two of you saw each other again, and he wouldn't be able to wait any longer.

he shouted, "y/n!" making the called person stop his tracks, turning to face minho.

with a few stutters, minho said what he wanted to say, so that his heart and mind can finally rest, he had finally asked you out.

your face were mixed of emotions, one with shock and joy. you nodded enthusiatically, agreeing to go on a date with him.

all this time, i was too focused on being in denial to realize i fell inlove with him.

#skz #stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #stray kids x male reader #skz x male reader #skz x reader #kpop x male reader #lee know #lee know fluff #lee know angst #lee know x reader #lee know x male reader

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areum113 · 4 months

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Percy in Tartarus sketch. I started this over a year ago and I was planning on doing two pieces, one for Percy and one for Annabeth but I am not sure how that would work out now 😅

So this is a bit of a personal note but I just wanted to share since I have been inactive for a bit. I have been lurking and last year was very stressful and busy for me with big changes in my life. During that time all I could do was just work and sort my own stuff out and I didn’t have it in me to focus on fanart. Later in the year, especially in fall I finally felt like I had the time and energy again but I got into other things like watching One Piece and BG3, which was fun, just very distracting.

I planned to come back to fanart over Christmas break which ended up shorter than I expected and really busy. I had still been very excited to go back to fanart in new year and had a couple of ideas, some more gen and some more spicy for my Twitter. But recently other things came up and I honestly don’t have it in me to do anything. I don’t necessarily know why I felt the need to share since I am not a big artist or anything but I just wanted to create regularly and motivated myself to do so with fanart and this account, so I guess I am just disappointed in myself.

I also want to branch to some other fandoms that I enjoy and not PJO to hopefully regain my interest in creating fanart and just the joy of it.

Thanks to everyone who has been viewing my art and leaving likes and reblogging, I truly appreciate all of you. And thank you to everyone who bothered to read this, thanks for bearing with my rant. Hopefully at some point I will be back to making more fanart, and maybe even finish all my fic ideas.

#fanart #pjo fanart #percy jackson #digital art #pjo #art #percy jackson fanart #percy jackson and the olympians #artists on tumblr #sorry for the rant

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gg-selvish · 1 year

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please share your analysis

i talked about this on twitter so forgive me those who are gonna see me repeating myself but that clip is just so fascinating if u take a step back and compare it to the way dnn interact with each other because theyre all friends and theyre all in love or whatever but their duo dynamics are so drastically different from each other and the way they balance out as a trio is like the whole reason i ship them. every duo works despite how the tropes/dynamics/dare i say behaviours are unique yet the trio is like perfect balance

anyway. let's talk about george saying 'wait'

george has self-imposed rules of how he interacts with people and how others interact with him. we learned this from everyone in the uk and customer service workers who have talked about him where he can be a sweet people pleaser while still being a little spicy but he does know how to be normal. then he gets to florida with people he's incredibly close to and comfortable with and all we hear is 'george sucks' 'george is a menace' 'george is crazy' so as we all know people are multi-facetted, but i think george is especially multi-facetted and even multi-faced at times. there's like a different george for streaming, videos, in call, uk irl, florida/la irl, and then everything we don't see is a whole other george i can't even begin to think about

but im getting distracted. the wait. the dnn.

when george is talking to people he's close to, especially dream, sapnap, and now karl as they've gotten closer, he has more rules. like karl and sapnap pointed out in banter he has long pauses in between sentences and gets frustrated when he's interrupted when people don't know they're interrupting him so he just gets louder and more persistent and it drives sapnap especially crazy. it's so fascinating to me how things that dream is comfortable with an appreciates about george drives sapnap right up the wall. because he still loves george so much, you can tell it from the way theyre glued to each other and talk about each other constantly even if its negative. if he didnt like him he wouldnt be sharing stories about him constantly, yknow? he's mad and ranting but theres this lingering fondness under the frustration that brings me back to 'we wouldnt be friends if we werent already friends' and a lot of people took that as 'i dont want to be friends with you' but i read it as 'we're such a good friends you can do anything to me and no matter how pissed i get we're still gonna be friends because i decided 7 years ago that we're stuck together'

sorry sorry. the wait. the wait.

george does this all the time in calls. we see him do it with solo streams too. he reeeeeeeeeeeeally draws out goodbyes because i think he hates them. he says hes leaving and gonna end then reads pieces of chat or shares another anecdote then says hes gonna end again and doesnt again.

for dream this is amazing. he loves listening to george no matter what and entertains all of his weird mannerisms easy as breathing because he's a simp for him and infatuated and we all know this. a telling example of this is when theyre streaming and george does this exact thing

g: im leaving

d: ok bye

g: wait *says something else*

d: *waits and listens*

and then they get sucked into another conversation and go on or they move to an offstream call to continue what they were talking about because dream would listen to george read the newspaper and be enthralled. we know this. dnf is real. but sapnap is different

sapnap is george's favourite thing to needle. he pokes and prods at him until he's riled up and frustrated which is puts george on the moon with amusement because it makes him laugh and it means sapnap cares about him. their bickering back and forth is pure quality time, and when george gets quiet and starts to get soft it's sapnap's turn to make him uncomfortable. this is what they do... they find each other's tender underbelly and wait for the right moment to deliver a blow. it's a love language and a reminder of their dynamic which is fighty and spicy and always on their toes. they have their soft and sweet moments but their preferred way of interacting is lightning speed fighting back and forth to feel alive

but the wait.

george did exactly what he does with dream in that clip. says he wants to leave and is told not to leave and says hes gonna leave anyway so sapnap, who isnt dream, goes 'ok dude bye' and then HE WAITS. HE WAITS FOR GEORGE TO SAY WAIT BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE DOESNT WANT HIM TO HANG UP YET HE WANTS HIM TO WAIT. HE KNOWS THE RULES. george says wait and sapnap hangs up.

sapnap is satisfied with himself for putting george in his place and george doesnt get that from a lot of people 'has anyone ever said no to you?' sapnap has. sapnap does it all the time. sapnap is a firm hand on george's scruff and keeps him from playing mind games like an expert zookeeper and it's absolutely fascinating to watch.

i would love to see a moment like this in a threeway call and see how it balances out. it's literally like a lab experiment to me

#ask #thank u for letting me pop off this was fun

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Expectations - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 2)

Previous Chapter

warnings: emotional abuse

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I could not believe the piece of paper that was laying in front of me. I had gotten a B in my Biology test. Yeah, pretty ironic. Not even an A-, but a B.

For a short moment I buried my face in my hands, trying to regain my composure. Dad was going to kill me.

After class I was supposed to be at rehearsal, but I needed a moment to calm down first. Without thinking twice about it, I walked to the old bus.

Shams was not here yet.

The longer I had to wait for her, the more I was freaking out. By the time she arrived I was already a mess, forcing myself not to cry.

“(f/n), what happened?”, Shams worried as soon as she noticed my disheveled state.

I moved a bit to give her the chance to sit down next to me.

“I got a B”, I uttered breathlessly.

“Shit”, she cursed. “Is your dad home today?”

“Unfortunately”, I enlightened her. “You know how he acts. What am I supposed to do?”

“We could switch tests”, she offered. “I actually rocked this one for once. You'd only have to change the name.”

“Nah, he would notice. But thanks. And congrats.” I shot her a small smile.

She reciprocated the smile, but it vanished just as quickly as mine.

“Last time I had an A-, he ripped me off all my privileges. I don't think I can take not seeing you for so long again. I mean we would still meet at school, but I always have to pretend here”, I recalled. “Talking about it, I need to go to rehearsal for Tasneem's show.”

Before I could go Shams pulled me into a kiss. Thanks to the dirty windows nobody could see us after all. Too bad that I usually had to spend the breaks with Tasneem and the others.

“I'm gonna text you later, if my dad doesn't confiscate my phone”, I promised. “So you'll most likely not hear from me.”

Leaving the bus I buried my feelings deep inside of me and put on a smile. Honestly I was sick of acting, but it was the only chance to keep the life I had. And some aspects of it were definitely worth fighting for.

To my own surprise rehearsal was actually cheering me up as it was distracting me, needing all my focus.

But as soon as the music died down it all came crushing down on me again.

During the last lessons my anxiety was only increasing.

When I left the classroom I did not dare to look over at Shams because I would not be able to uphold my cover then, my perfect facade.

Back at home I did not know if I should be relieved or not when I noticed that my dad was making a phone call.

I placed my test on the table, where I was sure he would see. Then I hurried upstairs before his phone call ended. I could not tell him myself and definitely did not want to be around for his first reaction.

In my room I let myself fall onto my bed and hid under the sheets to ease my nerves, texting Shams.

Unfortunately she was not answering. Probably she was not home yet. So I tried the same with Omar instead, not telling him I was upset though. I just wanted to stop focusing on my situation and it worked. Omar could always make me laugh in a heartbeat.

“What are you laughing about?”, my dad questioned harshly. “Do you seriously think there's anything to laugh about?”

He ripped the blanket off of me.

I could not meet his eyes, but knew better than to stay on my bed. So I stood up in front of him.

“Is there anything you want to tell me about this?”, he inquired, pushing my test in my face.

I shook my head no.

“What's gotten into you? I thought we had an agreement”, he ranted.

“I'm sorry, dad”, I proclaimed. “I didn't mean to disappoint you again.”

“Disappoint me? This isn't even disappointing anymore. This is a disgrace! From now on I'm going to set some new rules”, he declared. “First of all give me your phone.”

I was smarter than to deny him. I handed my phone over without any resistance.

“Second rule: You come home immediately after school. No going over to Omar, no hanging out with any classmates, got it?”

Tears were pricking at my eyes at this rule. Nevertheless I nodded.

“Third rule: You're getting a tutor who's going to work with you after school until you go to bed. Nothing else but studying. Understood?”

I nodded once again.

“Use your words”, he demanded.

“Yes, I understand, dad”, I stated.

“You know what?”, he proposed, staring me right in the eyes. “Right now I'm glad your mom doesn't live to see you like this.”

With those words he turned around and left.

It felt like something was clawing at my chest, ripping me apart while taking my ability to breathe. I was not even sure what exactly I was feeling, only that it was unbearable.

My hand moved on its own, picking up the picture that was set up on my nightstand. A picture of my mom when she had been pregnant with me. A picture of the time she had still been alive and full of hope. A picture before my birth that had killed her.

It was strange to yearn for a person you did not know.

The picture in front of me appeared blurry as my tears were finally falling freely.

After crying and stressing out so much I was feeling utterly exhausted. I did not have the energy to pull me into my bed and instead just fell asleep on the ground, hoping that it had all just been a cruel nightmare.

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So here we go! Just as I promised it all took a darker turn. What do you think about it?

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