#the idea of any sort of fame coming my way and getting picked up my content farms is my personal nightmare

[mokeonn]

When I was younger I used to daydream about my projects becoming the next big thing. I used to wonder if the games I create would be as big as Undertale and if people around the world would enjoy what I create.

Now in the era of internet content farms I pray every night that my projects stay niche and underground because if I ever woke up to a fanbase of children because my work was mentioned next to skibidi toilet I think I would lay down in the woods covered in raw meat and let the coyotes take me

#simon says #sorry I just had to unfollow gooseworks because seeing those asks about TADC and all the replies from children just... #every year I believe that fame is more and more of a curse #i need to be a niche micro celebrity and nothing more #i work with bright and colorful characters and I'm literally making a game where you play as a pony #the idea of any sort of fame coming my way and getting picked up my content farms is my personal nightmare

[canthelpit0]

Come through

Pairing: Cocky!Player!Chris x Reader

Word count: 4.5k+

Summary: chris hand always been a player. Would that change once he becomes famous? -no.

Warnings: smut, player!Chris, influencer!Reader, party, mentions of drinking/tobacco/weed, pet names (ma, pretty boy, pretty lady, sweetheart, etc.), bathroom sex, semi public, oral m!receiving, fingering, p in v (protected), praise kink, swearing, no use of y/n, no oc, written in 2nd pov

(A/N: English is not my first language, and I always appreciate feedback enjoy! love y'all. this is heavily inspired by come through, the song.)

Chris had always been sort of a fuckboy.

And with his growing fame it wasn’t getting any better.

Chris has a huge ego. Sure people would always say him and his brothers are nice and humble, but that doesn’t mean Chris can’t be cocky at times.

He didn’t drink. He was underage, though in LA nobody really cared about that anyway. He just didn’t like drinking.

Chris and his brothers would always be invited to some random LA parties.

At first Chris never wanted to go. He didn’t like partying. He didn’t like the smell of alcohol, tobacco and weed.

However he soon came to realize that his looks and fame would get girls swooning over him.

He was being a player and he knew it. However none of the girls he’s ever been with complained.

He made sure they know that it would be a one night stand, and that he doesn’t date. And it worked for him.

★ ★ ★

You were an upcoming YouTuber and influencer. You were starting to gain more and more followers. People were starting to notice you more

You were known for your humor and your witty comebacks.

And as much as you would like to deny it, People didn’t just loved you for your personality, but they also loved your body.

You were gorgeous, To put it lightly.

So obviously when Chris saw you on his for you page a week ago, picking out an outfit to put on for some place you were going to that day, he thought you were hot.

Not that he’d do anything about it.

He wasn’t the type of guy to slide into someone’s dm’s. Because quite frankly he didn’t care that much.

★ ★ ★

But when he saw you at the party he was attending tho…

You’d been carelessly dancing. You weren’t drinking, even tho you were 21. You didn’t want to drink today. You wanted to have sober fun and hang out with your friends.

Your friends always did and said the craziest things when drunk. And watching it as the sober designated driver was hilarious.

You feel big hands being placed on your waist delicately.

You turn around to see who it was and to your surprise it was one of the sturniolo triplets.

Chris.

He’s bold for just touching you like that. But for some reason it was hot. Maybe it was just the air laced in weed that was getting to you, but you were enjoying this.

So you simply dance with him.

After a while you both leave the middle of the crowd going to the kitchen to talk. The kitchen being way less crowded than the living room of this house party.

“You’re bold.” You chuckle pointing out watching as his expression morphed into one of amusement and lust as he checks you out.

“Couldn’t help myself ma”

“Sure you couldn’t, pretty boy” you chuckle rolling your eyes at the statement.

Chris, to the public was known to be a sweetheart. But in LA, around other influencers he was known to have quite frequent hook ups. And he was known to never leave any of the girls not satisfied.

You, having moved to LA recently for your career, have heard all about it. People were ‘warning’ you, but no one was outright telling you it was a stupid idea. Because was it tho?

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing here anyway?” His goofy grin is wide as he stares back into your eyes.

His eyes are a light shade of blue, but in the lights of the party and his blown out pupils they look dark. His brown hair long, and a mess.

After people had told you about him and his brothers (And particularly Chris’ reputation), you had searched them up and watched a few of their videos. They were quite funny.

And Chris in particular seemed to not be able to take anything seriously.

“Nothing, just having fun.”

You shrug taking a sip from your red solo cup. It was filled with plain water. Chris raised an eyebrow at that.

“You’re not drinking?” He can’t help the small laugh he lets out at that. Tho he is secretly glad you’re not. This was his chance to get you in bed, but he wasn’t going to do anything with a drunk girl.

“No,” you chuckle back. “Designated driver” you raise your free hand in surrender as if it was a crime.

He chuckles at your antics his eyes trailing over your face over to your body once more.

“Eyes up here sweetheart.”

His eyes snap back to yours his goofy grin staying right where it was.

“Sorry ma, you’re just really distracting.” He smiles looking down at you.

You weren’t that much shorter than him. But granted you were wearing high heels. He wasn’t even that tall himself though.

You were wearing a tiny mini dress. One that ends right below your ass. Your cleavage being low giving him a great view of your boobs.

“Oh, I’m distracting?”

You tease. You take a step closer to him, stepping into his personal space as you tilt your head up to look at him better.

His hand goes to the side of your jaw rubbing his thumb over your cheek gently as if asking for consent. You wrap your arm Around his neck pulling him down connecting your lips.

The sweet kiss turns more heated when his hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck. His other hand holding you by the small of your back keeping your body flush against himself.

His tongue graces your lips asking for entrance with you eagerly give, parting your mouth slightly so he can slip his tongue into your mouth.

You make out, your tongues tangling in each other as you simply kiss for a moment.

His tongue hungrily exploring your mouth. He leans into you more tilting your head back more, kissing you with all the lust in his body. Kissing you Like he wants to devour you.

You eventually pull apart to breath. His lips immediately meeting your jawline. He kisses down your jawline moving down to your neck to your collarbone.

“Damn you smell amazing.” He breaths out. His voice strained from the previous kiss.

“Thank you” you chuckle your hand finding its way into his messy waves. You scratch his scalp with your freshly manicured nails causing him to let out a low groan.

He pulls back slightly. He leaves a quick peck on your lips before looking at you again.

“How about we go somewhere.” His voice low and raspy. Laced with the attraction and lust he feels for you.

You just hum. He starts to drag you back through the living room, through the crowd of people. Getting to some random bathroom. He opens the door and lets you walk in first.

You immediately stand in front of the mirror, leaning over slightly to fix your hair.

He closes and locks the door behind himself. He stands behind you watching you through the mirror. You make eye contact. In this new lighting his eyes seem clearer.

He stares into your soul as you push back from the sink.

You swiftly turn around and sink to your knees in front of him.

Chris would’ve never asked. But wich guy doesn’t like head.

“So eager” he chuckles. His hand goes to the top of your head petting it gently. Before he picks up your chin, making you look up at him again.

Your head is tilted back as you look up at him through your lashes. you know he’s probably had countless woman in this same position. But it never got old for him.

And he liked seeing you like the is anyway

“You look so pretty like this you know.” He mumbles before leaning down and leaving a heated kiss on your lips.

He stands back up straight, and you can’t help the way your eyes trail to his crotch. It was right in front of your face and you were getting impatient.

Before you know it your hands go to the top of his jeans, tugging on them gently. You were asking for permission without asking.

He chuckles at your eagerness, undoing his belt, then unbuttoning the jeans and letting you slide them down.

You can already see his huge erection through his boxers. Your mouth was already watering at the sight.

You pull down his boxers fast. His length springing free, hitting his abdomen.

You flinch back slightly. You look at his length with an eyebrow raised not doing anything for a moment just admiring.

You’ve never seen a dick be this pretty. It had a thick vain running up the side. It was long, at least a good 8 inches. It was thick, not too thick, but enough that you knew the stretch would burn.

“You good?” He asks. He was clearly holding in a laugh. His hand goes to your hair, still just patting the top of your head.

“You’re sure you’re white?” You tease one hand cupping his member as you start to gently and slowly jerk him off.

“Definitely, sweetheart” he chuckles rolling his eyes at the comment. People always asked about it. Wich is fine since most people weren’t used to his size. the constant questioning was so annoying sometimes.

But the way you teased him with that sentence was just too good.

His red tip is already leaking pre cum. He eagerly waits for you to start. You press a small peck on it, while looking up at him your eyes staying locked on his.

You start to kitten lick the tip. You watch as he lets out a slightly shaky sigh at the contact.

“C’mon ma, don’t tease.”

You pull away slightly chuckling at the statement. You teasingly blow air on it, watching as he shivers. But before he can start complaining about your teasing you take his entire tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around it.

“Yeah, like that.” He sighs softly. He rubs your cheek with the back of his hand as you hollow out your cheeks to give him more pleasure.

His hand moves to my hair taking it and putting it in a makeshift ponytail. You start to take him as deep as you could, starting to slowly bob your head. Sucking and swirling your tongue. You take him as deep as you can jerking off what you can’t fit with your manicured hand.

The sounded coming from it are sinful, and so are his low moans and grunts.

When you hear his soft grunts turn into moans you can tell he’s getting close. You pull off with a pop. You stroke him gently, and then teasingly lick a stripe up his shaft.

“You like that?” You tease licking at it. He groans in annoyance. He thrusts his hips back to get more friction from your hand.

“Please keep going.”

You lick your lips briefly watching him. His eyes meet yours. You chuckle starting to suck him off again. This time you do it more vigorously and faster than before. His dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat as you slightly gag around it.

Chris’ grip in your hair tightens as he starts to tug in it. He holds you in place stopping your movements as he starts to harshly thrust in and out of your mouth.

The sounds of your moans send sensations of pleasure through him. Every sinful sound echos through the small bathroom, making the music outside sound non existent to you two.

His cock is repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water at the harsh feeling. You try to gag as little as possible.

“Fucking- swallow ‘aight” he breaths out harshly. You hum as best as you could. The sensation tingles through his spine. And with a last thrust you feel his cum pore down your throat. You try your best to swallow as much as you could.

He gently pulls out. His thumb rubbing the corner of your lips where some of it had leaked.

He puts his thumb on your plump and swollen lips. And without a secound thought you suck on his thumb. You blink away the tears that’d been forming.

The sight is enough to have him going all over again.

His grip on your hair had loosened, but he still pulls you up by it gently.

He turns you around, so that you’re facing the mirror your hands on the sink. Your ass presented to him.

His eyes meet yours through the mirror once more. Seemingly asking for consent, to wich you nod.

His hand starts to trail over the side of your thigh slightly under your short dress.

“Words baby”

“Yes Chris- please” you waste no time asking him. You want him to touch you where you crave him the most.

“Gonna be a good little slut now?” He teases. His eyes stay locked on yours through the mirror.

“Mhm” you mumble watching him. You feel him start to pull up your dress. He bunches it up right over your ass.

His fingers go to trail over your slick wet folds. Chris pushes the lacy thong to the side. He rubs his fingers briefly over your clit, before going to tease your cunt.

“Words, sweetheart.” He repeats, his eyes staying locked on yours. He had no problem teasing you until you comply.

“Yes-“ you get cut off by a Moan. When he slams two of his long fingers into you.

Your body jolts forward, your thighs hitting the cold sink. You grimace at the feeling.

“Wow, so sensitive?” He teases leaning over again to leave a quick peck behind your ear.

He starts to plunge his fingers in and out of your cunt. He roughly fingers you, his long fingers curl just right to hit your sweet spot.

You let out a breathless moan letting your head fall forward. You were leaning on your arms for support.

You feel his big hand wrap around your throat as he pulls you back up. “Now, now, baby watch yourself.” He teases.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me” he taunts. You flutter your eyes open. You feel his fingering get rougher as you can feel your climax rapidly approaching. You’re tempted to close your eyes again, but you’re sure Chris would edge you or something.

So you try your best to keep them open and staring at his face.

“Good girl. Yeah. Just like that.” He praises. His low words sending tingles to your core. You can practically feel yourself get wetter at how words and the sound of his voice alone.

Your wetness is loud. The lewd sounds bounce off of the bathroom walls. That along with your sweet low moans, while you try to keep yourself together.

“You like my praise honey?” He asks in a sweet tone. His words sound so innocent. Unlike the very things he’s doing to you right now.

“Yes- god” you whine, this time not hesitating to answer.

He chuckles at your eagerness speeding up his pace to give you your release. His fingers curl at just the right spots, reaching places you couldn’t reach by yourself.

“I’m close-“

“I know.” Chris grins keeping his eyes on yours through the mirror. His hand moves higher from your neck to your jaw, cupping your face roughly.

He turns your head to face him. He roughly crashes his lips onto yours. You try hard to focus on the kiss, but the way he finger fucks you has you weak in the knees. The kiss is sloppy and messy. His tongue explores your mouth as you try hard to focus.

You whine loudly. His lips catching the moan as he only picks up pace even more. He gets the hint that you’re close. And before you know it, you’re coming around his fingers.

He lets go of your face. You lean further on your arms. Your Hands harshly gripping onto the sink. You let your head fall forward as you pant harshly.

He gently pulls out his fingers. His eyes focused on the way you’re throbbing around nothing.

He sucks his fingers clean humming at the taste of your cunt on them. “Did so well for me ma” he hums reassuringly, pressing a sweet kiss on your neck.

“You think you can take another, sweet girl?” He says softly.

“Please.” Your breath out your voice shaky. You pick up your head looking at him through the mirror again.

He leans down briefly to his jeans that were still pooling down at his feet.

Chris puts his hand on your hip His eyes locking with yours through the mirror. He holds out a condom with one hand. He leans over you to leave a quick peck on your shoulder.

“I’m clean” you raise an eyebrow at him through the mirror. He doesn’t respond. “And I’m on birth control..” you trail off watching him.

He grins letting out a low laugh that seems to vibrate through his entire chest.

He presses his chest up against your back as his arm wraps around your torso. He leaves another kiss on your shoulder, trailing it up to your neck and right under your ear.

“I’m not taking any chances ma”

His voice is low and seductive. The tone sending vibrations right to your core.

“Fine for me” you shrug as you watch him lean back. His eyes lock on your ass. He licks his lips.

Chris roughly rips open the condom package with his teeth. Rolling the condom over himself fast. He was eager to get into you as fast as possible.

He hums in response, caressing your ass gently, his other hand guiding his dick through your soaked folds.

He gently starts to push into you. Letting you take the tip first. Once he feels you relax he rams in the rest of his cock.

You let out another breathless moan at the impact. Chris doesn’t move right away tho, he wants to make it last as long as possible.

“Good” he praises lowly rubbing your hips soothingly. Your body was tense, and he was waiting for you to adjust just a little bit.

You let out a shaky sigh pushing yourself back on him. He takes the hint that he can move now.

So before you realize it, he’s relentlessly pounding into you. You let out a squealed moan at the sudden intense feeling of his movements.

“Oh- fuck-“

He chuckles, and suddenly you feel a harsh slap on your butt. You wince at the harshness. Chris’ hand goes to knead your ass, easing out the pain.

His other hand trails from your waist to the small of your back to arch it more, consequently pushing you closer to the sink.

You lean over the sink. You try hard to keep your head up and look at him. But with the way he is hitting every spot inside of you, it’s hard for you to focus right now.

Chris notices the struggle. One of his hands trail from your hip, up your back teasingly. Before he grabs your hair roughly, putting it in a makeshift ponytail.

“Does the pretty girl like getting her hair pulled like a slut?”

The way he tugs on your hair, the way his sharp eyes trail over your body , and then lock on your eyes through the mirror. It’s all so hot to you.

You let out a shaky breath between Moans. “Yes-“ before you can say anything more you feel him tug harder on your hair And his thrusts becoming harsher.

His eyes train back onto your ass And the way it looks when he thrusts into you. The way his cock disappears in your wet cunt. It’s so captivating to watch for him. He could stare at that sight for hours.

“Gorgeous girl wants to get fucked like this?” He questions teasingly. Another harsh slap echos through the bathroom, But it feels so euphoric.

Your eyes close momentarily at the feeling. Before you feel him rub your ass again. Chris tugs on your hair again, to wich you open your eyes.

“Keep your eyes open and watch me fuck you”

Chris’ words are harsh. He is being dead serious. His breaths sharp and his tone laced with lust.

You only let out a mumble to wich he pulls on your hair harsher. And another smack echos through the room. You jolt forward again at the sudden impact, but this time he doesn’t ease the pain away. Instead his pace gets even rougher.

The sound of skin clapping, and the lewd sounds of your soaked cunt are loud, Creating a sinful melody.

“Touch yourself ma.” He huffs out harshly keeping up the pace. Chris keeps his fingers tangled in your hair pulling on it. While his other hand stays firmly on your hip. The harshness at wich he is holding onto you would be enough to leave bruises.

Without thinking you reach one hand down starting to rub your clit furiously, chasing your own high.

“Close” you moan as you keep repeatedly rubbing your clit. And the way Chris’ cock is hitting your cervix only intensifies the feeling.

“Come around me baby” you’ve been pulsing around him all this time. You were already squeezing him so tight. What he wouldn’t give right now to just feel your cunt squeeze him while you come.

So he keeps going. Until you let out a loud whine. You close your legs as best as you could and You clench around Chris harshly.

Chris keeps up pace. His eyes locking to your ass. Watching the way his cock disappears into you over and over. Watching the way the condom he’s wearing is covered in your slik wetness.

What he wouldn’t give to just raw dog it and feel your cum on his bare dick right now. He was tempted to actually just take off the condom to see and feel this without one.

Chris’ thrusts become more messy. But his pace doesn’t let up. Until his hips stutter and he lets out a breathless moan burying himself into you one last time.

His jaw is dropped. He moves his hand from your hip, instead wrapping that arm around your waist, holding you close. He leans over your back keeping himself inside for a moment. Chris burries his face in the crook of your neck. You both breathe heavily at your previous orgasms.

His hand in your hairs loosens. Until he fully lets go. His hand rubbing your scalp since he’d been pulling on it relentlessly.

“Did so good for me ma” he mumbles. His face stays buried in your neck for a moment.

You place your hand back on the sink again, trying to catch your breath and steady yourself.

You’d just fucked a random influencer. Some random player. But, god, was that worth it. No wonder none of his one night stands ever complained. That was fucking amazing.

You just mumble out a quick agreement.

He stands up straight. Gently pulling out as to not hurt you or anything. He takes off the condom.

But while he gets rid of it you don’t even pay attention to him. You look at yourself in the mirror. As much as you want to regret it, you can’t.

You pull your thong back into place and pull your mini dress back down.

You examine your face. Your hair was messy from the pulling, and your make up was only slightly smudged. You’d almost cried while deepthroating him, but you luckily hadn’t. Tho your mascara was still slightly smudged.

You could feel your cunt still ache.

You can see Chris pull up his pants from the corner of the mirror. And then fasten his belt back.

“You okay?” Chris asks his arms wrapping a round you. He looks at you through the mirror . His expression is soft and more caring than you’d expect. Most guys would’ve left by now.

“Mhm.” You mumble watching his expression through the mirror. He narrows his eyes at you.

“Do you regret it?” He asks softly. His tone sweet, like he is talking about something normal.

You purse your lips trying to hold back a smile. The fact that he cared to ask if you regret it or not. Everyone told you he’s a fuck boy, and that is motto is literally ‘hit and quit’. But why was he being nice then?

“No” you speak. And you can’t help the small chuckle that leaves your lips.

He turns you around so you face him. He presses a quick peck on your lips. Before he leans over and grabs a random towel off a rack. He wets it slightly in the sink behind you.

And then he sinks onto his knees in front of you. He looks up at you pulling up your dress again slightly.

“What’re you doing?” You question. a chuckle leaves your lips at the sight of Chris on his knees in front of you.

He leans in leaving a soft kiss on your thigh.

“I’m not letting you walk out with your cum running down your thighs ma.” Chris laughs, he then runs the damp towel over your inner thighs.

He cleans you up enough for you to not feel so sticky anymore. He places your panties back. Then he gets up again. Chris pulls down your dress for you before placing another kiss on your lips.

He throws the towel into some laundry bag carelessly. At your curious gaze he explains. “A friend of mine is throwing this party.” He shrugs.

There is a silence for a second where you two just look at each other. Neither of you say anything. Until you speak up again.

“Do you always wear condoms when you hook up with girls?”

You ask before the words even register in your mind. And once they do a blush creeps over your cheeks.

“Yeah. I won’t wear one next time if you don’t want me too.” He chuckles. “There will be a next time?” You question.

Chris was the type to only hook up with a girl once. He probably didn’t even remember half of their names.

Instead of answering though, he leans in and kisses you. The kiss is slower, not heated like the previous one shad been.

One of your hands moves from his neck to grab his phone out of his back pocket.

You Lean back slightly. You type your number into his phone. Then you hand it back to him.

He grins at the new contact on his screen.

“I’ll see you around pretty boy.”

You smile giving him another kiss on the lips. And this one lingers. You slide out of his grasp opening the bathroom door. he watches with a goofy grin, as you leave.

You leave going straight back into the crowd of drunk influencers. Trying to search for your drunk friends that would be around here somewhere.

You know he’s a player. So you don’t know if he’ll call you. You don’t know if you’re special, and if he treated you different than others. But if it came down to it you’d at least tried.

But,

He’s not into dating.

Materlist

(A/N: I literally wrote this within the span of one day. I feel like this is probably the best thing I've written so far. Hope you enjoyed <33)

‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️

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[thestarsarecool]

Q: You’ve spoken a bit about the depression you experienced after The Beatles split. Has the whole process of navigating fame and the pressures of the music industry affected your mental health?

PAUL McCARTNEY: I think so, yes. But, in truth, I just took to booze. There wasn’t much time to have mental health issues, it was just, fuck it, it’s boozing or sleeping. But I’m sure it did, as they were very depressing times. It’s funny, I remember when I first met Linda, she was divorced with a child and living in New York and having to fend for herself. She got depression and I remember her saying she made a decision. She said, “You know what? I’m not going to have this depression, because if I do I’m going to be in the hands of other people. And I’m not going to allow that to happen.” So she sort of picked herself up by her bootstraps and said, “I’ve got to get out of this myself.” And I think that was what I was able to do, to get out of the depression by saying, “OK, this is really bad and I’ve got to do something about it.” So I did. And I think that’s my way, almost by being my own psychiatrist. You say, “This is not cool. You’re not as bad as you think you are” and all of the things. So you start to think, “OK.”

For instance, John saying, “All you ever wrote was ‘Yesterday’.” No. Wait a minute. “Let It Be”, “Eleanor Rigby”, “Lady Madonna”, for fuck’s sake. And I was happy to tell myself all of this. There’s more! “Hey Jude”, “The Fool On The Hill”, whatever. I think that’s how I got out of it, by persuading myself that it wasn’t a good idea to give in to my depression and my doubts. I had to look for ways...

But this is a common phenomenon. I remember talking to Lady Gaga once about something we were doing together – I’m dropping all the names! – and she was saying, “Well, there’s the self-loathing.” And I think, “Shit, that’s the first time I’d ever heard anyone talk about that.” And her, she was, like, at the top of her game, massively popular and everything she was doing was a hit, but she was just talking about self-loathing. And I’m saying, “I kind of know what you mean, but I’m not allowing that. I’m not having that. It’s not a road I want to go down.”

But you do get it. Any time you write a song, you’re going, “This is crap. This is terrible. Come on.” So I kick myself and say, “Get it better. If it’s terrible, get it better.” And sometimes someone will come along, someone who you respect, and say, “No, that’s great. Don’t worry about that,” and then show you a side to it that you didn’t notice and then you’ll go, “Oh, yeah.”

— Paul McCartney, GQ Magazine, 4th August 2020

#this is so unhealthy #paul just wills his depression into non existence or becomes an alcoholic #also interesting that he heavily associates depression with a loss of control #and it’s interesting how much he relies on external validation for his self-confidence #paul mccartney #my quotes

[slowdiived]

Canon to your stories as Kurt is getting bigger, do you think say if a really famous pornstar or vlogger or someone said we should kiss for this vlog like as a joke lmao c’mere like would he do so? Do you think he’d just be thinking abt his follower count straight away, or be so caught off guard he has to try and wrap his head around what they’ve just asked him, or not picking up on the social cues as much thinking yeah okay haha it is funny if we do, or do you think that’d be a line because he has you?

break the charm (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

first off, anon i have the next part that will come out soon where i will answer all your questions i promise!!! this has so much angst i am so sorry to everyone LMFAO this is part 17 to my lil series, we are getting closer to the end y’all omg….

in two weeks of you roommate telling you to leave, you found a two bedroom house. your brand deals kept your money steady and flowing, helping you be a first time homeowner at only 19. it was a dream, something you never thought to be possible. people would kill to be in your position and you felt guilty for it, you got this money piggybacking off of kurt and your scandal. not much work really went into your boost in numbers, just full frontal nudity.

kurt helped you move in, excited to be able to come over to a house where it would be just the two of you. he wouldn't have to worry about your roommate or his mom to interrupt him having fun. he spent a whole day carrying in boxes and helping you move your furniture. it only really consisted on your bed, dresser, desk, and nightstand but you needed the extra help. he was happy to be right at your command and make you happy.

and you guys spent the first night fucking until you both couldn't physically move anymore.

the next day, you both set up what you could in the living room and kitchen. a few trips to different stores got you some dishes and groceries, putting everything away with ease. kurt was live-streaming while you were sorting silverware and cups.

"am i going to collab with someone?" kurt read from his chat. "yeah, i got a few set up. one of (y/n)'s friends asked if i wanted to teach her how to play fortnite so we were gonna do that. n-not gonna tell you her name though because that's a secret!"

you look over as he leaned into the frame, a finger over his lips to signal he was staying quiet. you giggled and resumed putting things in drawers and cabinets.

"then i'm not allowed to s-say much but," he paused and took a bite of the sandwich he made. "i'm gonn- going to collab with alexa jones. we have a fun video idea we were gonna film soon."

you dropped an old mug of yours the minute you heard that girl's name fall out of his mouth. it fell and hit the edge of the counter, shattering on impact to the floor. it was dramatic to say the least, anger raging at the two incidents. kurt immediately snapped his head over to see what happened, his eyes widening at the glass and blank stare you have to the mess.

a piece hit your ankle where it had cut a slight dash into your skin. you noticed and immediately started to avoid the glass by stepping over it, passing behind kurt to get to your room. you had a box of bandaids sitting in your dresser drawer.

"are you okay?" kurt ran over, phone in hand.

"yeah," you manage to say through your blind rage. "j-just go clean up the glass."

"o-okay," he ran back to the scene of the crime.

you carefully placed the patch on the bloody cut, changing socks to wear a longer pair. you sat on your bed for a second, your heart beating.

he was still going to collab with her? after how upset you were with him? and he didn't even tell you, you had to hear with the rest of his stupid kurties?

this was out of line. you wanted to say something, tell him no way.

your brain soon explained to you that you don't need to be controlling, he loves you and he just wants friends. plus he is a whore for any bit of internet fame, power hungry for more and more followers. you were being dramatic, or at least you tried to convince yourself that you were. you got this sudden wave of realization that you doubted your trust in him when he hasn't done much to disobey your trust, you were being too sensitive. they were probably going to do something stupid like a vlog or a viral challenge. nothing to worry about.

you could hear him in the echoing kitchen. he was talking about how cool it was that he has met so many famous creators and giving his opinions on the ones the chat brought up. you could hear different donations of people telling kurt that they were obsessed with him or to say hi to their friend or something.

you sighed knowing that you made a scene and even if kurt didn't pick up on it, you know that the chat has probably already screen recorded it and is ready to post to twitter or tik tok.

you are really good at the relationship between social media and your boyfriend. so good.

you stood to your feet and stretched, your back popping and yawn being pushed out of you. today was tiring work and it was only about six in the evening, you still needed to get the kitchen put together. your feet moved you back to your previous spot, glass cleaned up and kurt smiling at you.

"all c-cleaned up!" he giggled, presenting his work to you with a giant arm gesture.

"good work soldier," you threw a thumbs up in the air then kissed his cheek on camera.

he graciously smiled and gave you googly eyes. he pulled your face in for a quick peck and looked back at his chat.

"kurt, does your gf care about you doing only fans content with alexa?" a donation rang through, causing you to look back at him with a narrow glance.

"guys no!" he sternly yelled. "it's for youtube, (y/n) would never want me to do that content with another girl and plus, i-i wouldn't want to do an onl-ly fans with alexa. have respect kurties, we are about love, r-remember?"

you smiled at him for shutting down his fans behavior and he noticed, giving you a quick smirk.

-

"hey so i'm gonna go shoot some stuff with a-alexa," kurt started, his hands reaching for his keys and green zip up jacket. "do you wanna come?"

you wanted to say no. you wanted to not have to watch her flirt with him like she did at the party, not even caring that you were right there watching. you wanted to tell him to cancel it and just stay home with you, watch your favorite movies and cuddle.

"oh, is it okay if i come?" was what came out of your mouth instead, no thought given.

he shrugged.

"i think it would be f-fun for you to actually g-get to know her," he smiled. "maybe we can all film together."

you were weirded out for his disregard that he let her cozy up on him the last time. you thought for a second, your legs uncrossing from each other on the side of your bed.

if you go and you are completely sober this time, more aware to how she is acting, you could shut her down. make sure everyone there knows that kurt isn't someone they can walk all over and get them to do things that he wouldn't normally do. you knew that there was scheming intent she had when she saw him at that party, the reason she dragged him into another room with her friends. she wanted something from him and you couldn't tell whether kurt was going to get fucked over or not.

"okay, if that is what you want," you got up and carefully brushed your hair, looking at yourself in your full length mirror.

you were okay with your outfit, flared jeans and a slightly cropped navy blue crewneck that had a little white flower embroidered on it. you quickly put on your white converse and grabbed your phone, putting it in your pocket.

"all ready then," you smiled at him.

you both got into his car, shutting the doors and letting the engine start up. you buckled in and pulled out your phone, ready to scroll through her instagram like the secretive crazy girlfriend you were.

okay not crazy, just nervous and upset.

he placed a hand on your thigh lovingly, squeezing it at a few red lights. it was his way of trying to get a kiss and you provided, making him all smiley.

it was obvious he wanted you there and he needed your touch. it reassured you that he wanted you, not alexa jones. yet, you still looked through her twitter.

you came across a few tweets from before kurt and her talked where she had said she found him cute. you were surprised kurt never saw it and you knew nothing about it. people were all over it but a lot of her fans defended you by saying he was taken. you smiled at the cute things all the fan accounts said about the both of you.

soon enough, you both made it to her driveway. he got out which prompted you to step out as well, nervous for what was to come.

in the daytime, her house looked even bigger. you were surprised at how much money she really takes in and what she wanted with someone like kurt who had just hit two million on his tik tok, and a million subs on youtube. that might be a lot of people but she had seven million on tik tok alone, what would she want with a gamer that was in a very public relationship?

good thing you were here and maybe be able to answer your thousand questions.

you both walked up to the door and he knocked. you looked over at him, he was shifting on heels and looked super excited. you giggled at how silly he looked in the moment, wide eyes and his lip in between his teeth all while he had a white bucket hat on. it didn't match his jacket at all but it matched his white minecraft t-shirt.

he really wanted to play that gamer card, huh?

she opened the door, a pomeranian tucked under her arm. she greeted kurt, giving him a quick side hug and then turned to you, just sticking out her hand for you to shake.

"oh my god!" she yelled. "hi guys, i'm so excited to see you both again, come in!"

you both step into her house and she shuts the door, letting the dog out of her grip to run free. you take a good look at her, she was in a tiny bright yellow tube top paired with white baggy cargo pants that were held up by a rhinestone belt. she also had a pair of yellow sunglasses sitting on the top of her head. you were glad she was wearing more than she was at the party.

now you are starting to sound like a prude. normally you don't care what people wear but she got on your nerves too much.

"(y/n), i had no idea you were going to be here!" her british accent rang through the very spacious and clean house. "sorry you had to leave the party early the last time i saw you."

"oh yeah," you gave a fake smile. "got a little too high and paranoid, you know how it goes."

she nodded, "is that why you and kurt were screaming at each other in the driveway? trust me girl, i've been there plenty of times."

you shot her this weird look and when you went to open your mouth, kurt took over.

"y-yeah, it was because i didn't know she was mess- fucked up," he stammered while trying to semi-lie for your sake. "was totally on me."

she nodded again then turned around to grab her iced coffee from off one of the steps of her stairs. she took a quick sip and then told you both to come upstairs with her.

"so how's everything been you guys?" she asked while you threw were climbing up.

"oh it's been great," kurt giggled. "i just hit two million on my youtube channel, numbers are growing."

"i remember when i hit two million," she recounted as she got to the last step, leading you both to a noisy room. "it was absolutely such a good day, i went out and made a massive vlog with all my friends like the vlog squad and stuff."

you suddenly remembered she use to be apart of that horrible group of people. you were glad she left even though she had put them through controversy hell about a year ago.

and now here you were.

she opened the door and there looked to be two other guys in there. they greeted you both and you came in. she offered you both a couple of stools to sit on while she plopped on a beanbag.

"you both know ken and jj?" she gestured to the guys and you quickly realized that they were her friends that she always made content with.

"oh yeah, hi guys!" kurt waved.

"yeah of course!" you try to say excitedly.

everyone had their introductions and chatted a bit until alexa asked what they were going to film. you turned towards kurt and put your hands on your crossed legs, ready to hear what he was going to say.

"yeah, i was thinking we could definitely do a few tik toks, t-then film for this weeks vlog where we do some old youtube challenges. everyone right now is r-riding that nostalgia wave."

they discussed what they would like to do, alexa saying she had the supplies for a few of them. you kept your eyes on kurt, eventually letting a few glances shoot to whoever was speaking then back at your boyfriend.

this seemed to be going well despite the random shade the british girl threw at you. you just tried to give her the benefit of the doubt for a moment. maybe that's just her way of being friendly or trying to be friendly. she could've told you to leave or ask why kurt brought you but she didn't. she was understanding her place a little bit.

soon everyone was migrating downstairs where you followed behind. they were gonna start with that stupid cinnamon challenge that was popular like thirteen years ago. you hadn’t thought about it for years, intrigued that kurt wanted to do older challenges than what was currently trendy. he did have a point, the nostalgia wave was high on the internet which means people will likely tune in.

ken and jj were all over each other since they were a couple. they did content with alexa as well, always in her posse of people she kept around. they wouldn’t stop trying to talk with you, ask you about anything and everything you had done online. while kurt and alexa were setting up, they were asking about your scandals.

“my scandals?” you asked while sitting at the large dinner table. “why?”

“just curious,” ken shrugged. “it’s always fun to talk about the stupid stuff we all get ourselves involved in.”

you gave him an uninterested look and tried to gaze back at kurt, watching him set up his camera. alexa was cracking jokes, making the both of them laugh. it made you sick, he shouldn’t be laughing with another girl.

“c’mon, nothing crazy has happened to you?” jj fished for your attention again.

“uh,” you wanted everyone to like you so they respected you more, at least that’s what you thought would happen. “well, a couple months ago i was trying to have like sexy time with kurt. i had gotten out of the shower and opened my bedroom door, dropping the towel and let’s just say… my whole body was all over twitter moments later.”

they giggled but in a way where you knew they were judging. they tried to play it off, using their overly theatric charm on you.

“oh girl,” ken swatted his hand in the air. “ain’t even bad compared to us. i mean at least it wasn’t anything serious.”

“yeah i just never wanted my naked body on the internet, ya know?” you didn’t mean to send and indirect jab at them but you did. “it’s a sort of funny clip but i got hell after. i was able to like profit and turn it into a whole ‘love your body’ moment, and my fan base was back again.”

they nodded and started babbling on about their scandals. you just nodded, your eyes moving to kurt every once in awhile to check up on the pair. they seemed to be fine, no boundaries crossed.

“they have great chemistry,” jj pointed at them. “people are gonna eat this up, ya know? kurt’s definitely gonna be in the online talk for a bit.”

“sorry, great chemistry?” you asked, your head shaking from confusion.

“oh not like that,” jj tried to reassure you. “just something fresh, something his channel really needed. i mean when you’re in his stuff it’s great, but he definitely needed more high profile people.”

“was his stream with ninja not enough?” you asked with a laugh, trying to make it seem like you weren’t phased by his remarkably rude comments.

“it was def super cool,” ken started, your eyes now glaring him down. “he just needs more people in his vlogs, like david dobrik style. he’s getting big enough that it might work out in his favor, maybe get to a point where he can have a kardashian sister or something.”

you nodded and smiled, but inside you were fuming. he was making great content, people loved his stuff. he didn’t need to change everything up just for numbers. soon with that kind of thinking you might just get lost in the wind of it all, be forgotten because it seems like they are trying to say everyone was bored of you. you picked up your phone, annoyed with the conversation and annoyed that you decided to come. now you have to hear these two people tell you that you’re fucking boring and kurt’s content needs to be better. fuck those guys.

“yeah he’s gotta stop streaming with bobby bud lee, that kids an ass,” jj sighed. “god when we met that mother fucker, i almost rocked his shit. surprised he wasn’t ever in a team ten type of situation. he has those fucking entitlement vibes.”

you laugh since that’s the way you felt about bobby. he was annoying and only kids cared about him, always watching him and his stupid prank videos.

“i hate him,” you snarled. “that kid is such an ass to kurt but begs to stream with him always. fucking weird.”

“yeah he reeks of desperation,” ken laughed.

-

“did you have fun?” you asked kurt while he sped down the road.

“loads,” he giggled. “i can’t wait to edit all my footage, i’ll probably have it o-out by tomorrow.”

“really?” you laughed. “you’re that ready to edit tonight?”

he nodded and you crossed your arms, sinking back into the passenger seat. your feet were propped up on the glove box, your legs pressed together. you kept your gaze outside the window, tired and longing to be at your house.

“yeah im just super excited,” he rang out. “this is gonna be huge for me, i’ll probably hit like three million subscribers just for having her.”

“i don’t think that will happen,” you tried to bring him down to earth. “you will probably get a lot of views though.”

he snapped to look at you once he stopped at a red light.

“you don’t think i can get to three million?” he asked with a hint of animosity in his tone.

you huffed out a chuckle.

“just not the most realistic outcome,” you turned your head from the window. “you’ll definitely make a lot of money, maybe get other people on your radar.”

he smiled at the thought that other big creators might want to collab with him after this.

“oh w-wow,” he pressed into the gas once the light turned green. “you think?”

“that’s what ken and jj were taking about,” you looked forward, your eyes pressed to the car in front of you. “they want you to do david dobrik style vlogs, maybe get a posse like theirs or something.”

“that would be insane,” he turned left into your new subdivision. “maybe i could make that work, maybe i can get a group to f-film with. i could convince bobby to j-join.”

“wouldn’t be hard,” you mumbled through gritted teeth.

you felt worn out for the day, wanting to just lay in bed and fall asleep, forget that any of this was happening. you wished kurt would go home, edit his video there. you were getting fed up with him, mad that he always needed more and could never settle for his perfectly balanced life. always driving, always streaming, always gaming, never just living his life. he obviously had you and you were his life outside of his job, but it seemed like if you left, he wouldn’t care. he’d be upset that he didn’t have you to make relationship content with, not that he didn’t have someone to love him anymore. he’d be sad that he didn’t have some girl giving him immediate attention all the time, not the fact that he would be losing you.

maybe you did need time away from each other, learn to heal the lacking parts of your relationship.

you decided to brush those thoughts away once you got in the driveway, getting out and stomping to your door. you jiggled the key and let the two of you inside, plopping the keys on the side table you had gotten from ikea. you immediately walked to your room and pulled off your jeans, putting on sweatpants that were laid out on the floor. you didn’t realize they were kurt’s until you snuggled into your pillows, getting annoyed that his shit was always with you and always around. couldn’t even quickly put on on sweatpants without the thought of him.

you were soon groaning at yourself for being so snippy in your head about kurt. just hours ago you were making sure that he was still yours, checking up on him and shooting alexa weird looks. you loved him so deeply and yet here you were, always making him the problem when in reality it was you.

you didn’t have to waste your day at her house, you didn’t have to listen to ken and jj insult you in their twisted way. you did it because you were jealous.

“ugh!” you yelled, your arms throwing themselves outwards.

“what’s wrong?” kurt asked when picking up his laptop from the floor.

“just a bad day,” you mumbled without realizing what you said.

“a bad day?” his face scrunched up.

you shot up in panic, nervous that if you told him, he would brush it off, think that you were crazy or something. yet, you were sick of lying to him about how you felt until it was too late.

“i-uh,” his vision was still locked on you, it made your heart thump. “just wasn’t very fun for me.”

“oh,” he put the laptop on the edge of the bed. “t-thought that you were having a great time talking to the guys.”

“yeah listening to them insult me and basically telling me that alexa was going to be the best thing for your channel,” you laid back down and stared at your white ceiling. “great time talking, huh?”

kurt laughed, “she is gonna be the best thing for my channel.”

you sat up for the second time. you boiled with anger, your heart racing. he looked at you like he didn’t understand what just came out of his mouth.

“i thought i was but whatever,” you dug yourself under your covers. “i am just gonna go to sleep.”

“it’s only like seven,” he pointed out.

“goodnight kurt, have fun editing.”

with that you went to sleep.

-

as you awoke, kurt wasn’t in the room. you looked around, head poking from your comforter trying to find a trace of him. he was just gone.

you checked your phone to see if he messaged you. it’s not like he was in the living room, you didn’t even have a couch yet. you dug through notifications until you saw his name. you quickly clicked on the text, opening up to your conversation.

kurt 💙: hey i went home 2nite, needed to use my desktop

you growled at the fact that it wasn’t even because you were upset with him. he probably didn’t even care and was telling himself you were in a mood. you opened instagram, scrolling through stories and pictures. kurt uploaded the vlog an hour before you woke up, you decided that you were gonna watch after seeing him post about it to his story.

the video started out normal, they were giggling about how they were so excited to film with each other. alexa bringing up that she was a fan and kurt awkwardly saying that he was a fan as well. you cringed at the fact that people were gonna make fun of him for saying that, probably making jokes about him paying for her services. you just kept watching him do the stupid challenges, bringing the camera close to her face or to his. you had to admit the editing on the video was some of his best work, finding yourself giggling at the jump cuts and over usage of sound effects.

then one single frame ripped your heart into two.

with cinnamon in his mouth and a spoonful heading to hers, she said it would be funny if they kissed with the cinnamon in their mouths.

and she took the spoon, shoving it in her cavity and pecking his lips. they soon swallowed and started coughing.

you scrolled through the comments, checking to see what everyone was saying.

kurtssword69: bruh can’t believe (y/n) let him post this

unkle kunkle: are (y/n) and kurt broken up?

(y/n) slut: wait this is so weird.

you had just been cheated on and you were in the room with no idea.

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle x fem reader #kurt kunkle x reader #kurtsworld96 #spree movie #joe keery #spree #kurt kunkle/reader

[sergeifyodorov]

i could read a million of these character asks <33 would love one for jt of leafs pjs fame and alexander ovechkin

I already knew about ovi from cultural osmosis, so I’m pretty sure I just thought of him as That Big Russian Guy Who Scores All The Goals. you know how it is.

unfortunately, i can remember my first encounter with john tavares in much more clarity. Picture this. 2021. NHL playoffs. I’m tuning in casually to watch a hockey game, plenty of which I’ve seen before but none of which i have consciously paid attention to, as I am now about to.

john tavares plays three minutes before --

i turn the television off, not to pick up hockey again until christmas.

IMPRESSION NOW

Ovechkin: DILF OF MY DREAMSSSSSS. kind of walks the line between the erotic and terrifying… he’s big and sexy sure but he’s also 240 pounds of pure freight train muscle and he DOES not get injured. Remember svech Trying It? remember svech trying It and getting knocked out in a couple punches? Ovi doesn’t even look like he’s TRYING, and svech, while being young, is no wimp, but he’s absolutely nothing compared to the absolute brick wall that is ovi. Also his power play technique freaks me out. He literally just stands there and waits for u to send him one timers. and it works

this is the shot density map for washington’s power play this year. Can you tell where ovi stands

yeah. 

anyway i also think besides his big scarysexydilfy power he also has this sort of genre-aware whimsy that makes him just absolutely fascinating. it kind of reminds me of chucky in a way and it absolutely makes sense charisma-wise that ovi was The Cool One and sid (mcdavid in our tkachuk analogy) was obviously better albeit less popular for the casual fan, who likes the shiny sparky one and perhaps does not have a finer eye for the true step-above skill that davo and sid have.

Tavares: from one dilf to another… anon u have chosen well. jt like ovi is a virgo, a captain, a werewolf, a first overall pick, and a dilf, but the similarities end there i think… jt is a lot quieter and his sense of authority over his team feels a lot more “democratically chosen figurehead” than ovi’s natural alpha pheromones or whatever. As a player i think he’s really quite underrated -- his footspeed has obviously slipped away from him as he ages, but he’s never been fast or agile and has kind of always been a lot more reliant on his intellect and upper-body dexterity than his skating. I think he’s got this steady internal peace that really comes off to a lot of us as Boring Man (and that’s not entirely false per se) but more importantly that he has this willful internal compass that few hockeys have. that he chose to leave the islanders like that is not something that can be overstated i think; he was offered more by the isles and the sharks and i believe at least one other place, too, but he picked. He CHOSE. Most hockeys who have that kind of first-overall captaincy expectation/franchise saviour mantle on their head like he did for the Island are trapped; he was not. AND HE’S SEXY

FAV MOMENT

Ovechkin: the out-knocking of andrei svechnikov is not my fav moment but it’s certainly iconique… ovi is old and has several Moments so im gonna list a few:

the goal from his back, without which we may not have auston matthews in his current capacity

Any of the million anecdotes where he shows up in denim shorts so tiny everyone tells him to go home and change

sidovi duelling hattricks night

Really any time he cellies by just jumping on TOP of his teammates, presumably all of which are smaller and significantly more fragile than him

hahaha ice tweet

partying in the vegas fountains with the cup

Tavares: instead of providing you with several small moments i will instead provide you with The Big One: CURSEBREAKING GOAL. nuff said. to many more.

IDEA FOR STORY

Ovechkin: his age as a vet and his nebulous genre awareness make him really an ideal man for something weird. real “talking about the nature of the metaphysics that hold hockey together” type fic. also because he is such a mother hen of all the caps he deserves to take a few of them on a road trip to solve some problems… maybe we can get some baby cap who is having a Moment when confronted with A Dilf. dylan strome seems like he would take any opportunity to ~service~ his amazingly talented generational captain and of course his winger.

Tavares: say it with me: JT/ROR werewolf/vampire au (jt is the werewolf)

UNPOPULAR OPINION

Ovechkin: if the nhl weren’t cowards they wouldve marketed him as a sex symbol in the late aughts

Tavares: if the nhl weren’t cowards they would’ve marketed him as a sex symbol in the early 2010s

FAV RELATIONSHIP

Ovechkin: i actually was never an nhl fan during nicke backstrom’s time so as much as i appreciate a good Duo marriage type deal im not like. Familiar enough with Nicke for any of it. so i suppose i have to come out of the little glass closet im in as a SIDOVI WARRIOR

Tavares: now he is not nearly as slutty as ovi so we mostly have to appreciate him looking like That without shipping. although he did confess to quote liking “bossing [Willy] around a little bit” so. there’s that. also through my campaign to make the bolts more popular (so i can enjoy more narrative while getting colour confused on our yearly playoff matchup) i should remind you all that he and stamkos are CHILDHOOD FRIENDS and both wear 91 because of the other. think on that

FAV HEADCANON

Ovechkin: we’re getting into magical realism fic au type deals but he is one of the nhlers who inherently Has Powers. look some nhlers just Have Powers and he is one of em. no sidney crosby does not he is just autistic and a hockey freak. no auston matthews does not he is just a virgo and gay. quinnifer and mcdavid definitely do and machuk definitely does not. back to ovi he’s got some weird seeing beyond the veil shit goin on

Tavares: now we know he likes celine dion so i think really he’s got tastes in music that are a lot more reminiscent of your standard suburban fifty-something white milf than what he is, which is a thirty-something toronto dad. we ARE listening to shania twain together and you have to deal with that

#asks #john tavares #alex ovechkin #this is an inchresting set of players anon but u have TASTE

[tiptapricot]

Happy 1000 followers! That's definitely a number worth celebrating :D. Here are some asks for your Ask Game; don't worry about answering them all, these are just some questions I thought of, free free to answer whichever ones you want to. :3

What got you into writing?

Is there any books or piece of media that inspired your style of writing, or did it develop in some other way?

What character(s) do you enjoy writing the most and why?

Are there any character(s) or fandom(s) you love that you'd love to write for but never have?

Are there any hobbies or interests you have that you find leak into and/or influence your stories?

When did you embrace the ways of the apricot? (That is to say, when and why did you commit to the bit and start creating your marvellous collection of apricot icons?).

Hope you're doing well :). Enjoy your fame, my friend! 🧡🧡🧡

I will answer 🔥 ☠️ ALL OF THEM 🎸🔥 *sick riff*

What got you into writing?

I don’t really remember a specific point of Getting Into It, because (and this def plays a part) my dad is a writer! He’s written for some video games and has some short stories published, so I grew up with him reading me books and writing his own manuscripts/engaging us in that way. He never like Guided me into writing but it was always a natural presence and I was exposed to a lot of stories early on.

We did nanowrimo in elementary school, and I also made comics when I was younger that were my own narratives and things, and I did a few small stories for other classes along the way, but when I started Really doing it more intentionally was when I got into fic writing. Which… what got me into that was I think like… danganronpa self insert things? That’s my ultimate lost fic. I wrote it in the notes app in middle school and it was super long and then I hated it and deleted it all and I’m SO MAD ABOUT IT because IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY TO LOOK BACK ON NOW! It was kind of just a natural progression though I guess? When I started reading fic more and being online more and getting into more media, I wanted to create for it since I’d already been doing that sort of thing (most comics I did were inspired by superhero shows I watched or DND games I played) so I stated posting. And then I did more original stories for school and started making ocs and it just sorta settled into being part of what I do.

Is there any books or piece of media that inspired your style of writing, or did it develop in some other way?

None consciously? And I can’t really trace my style to anything in specific, but there’s def got to be some input from the books I grew up on. Stuff like series of unfortunate events, larklight, the leviathan trilogy, the keys to the kingdom series, the Roman mysteries series, the Lockwood and co series, Harry Potter to an extent, etc. all were things that I was exposed to growing up. I don’t think I’ve really picked up the quippy narration a lot of those have, but I know they shaped some ideas of description and imagery I do now, at least in inspo. But I guess on a whole it just sort of developed naturally? I really don’t have a very conscious writing process half the time 😭

What character(s) do you enjoy writing the most and why?

At the moment and also in general I like characters that have strong voices. They make the prose pop for me, make it easy to find fun descriptions and forms of speech. Bill and Ted and Steven Grant definitely come to mind immediately as like. When I get to write them stuff just goes fast because I know how they’d talk and narrate and react and it feels like something very solid to shape and work with. So accents? I guess? But on a larger sense of just characters I Like Writing… MK system are all very fun and I really enjoy getting to explore their dynamics and reactions. If I ever get my hands on Din Djarin for a fic (finally) I think I’ll have a good time with him, but idk. I think it’s very dependent on the interests I’m into at the time, as those will be the characters I’m the most excited to engage with and create for, so it varies!

Are there any character(s) or fandom(s) you love that you'd love to write for but never have?

THE ZETA PROJECTTTT!!! AND ALSO MORE OF LEGION 2006 ANDDD THE DCAU ANDDDD MORE LUKE N DIN N ORIGINAL TRILOGY CAST AND THE DAREDEVIL NETFLIX CAST AND MISS FISHERS MURDER MYSTERIES AND TIGER AND BUNNY AND— Ahem. Yes there are and they torment me every day wanting to get to create for them but having finite brain space and time space makes writing everything all the time… a bit hard. I kind of want to do a like niche interest power hour week or somth where I take fandoms I haven’t written for and make a small piece for them—WOLF 359 ALSO GOOD GOD!!!!!!!! But I don’t know when that will be.

Are there any hobbies or interests you have that you find leak into and/or influence your stories?

Not generally, but whenever I’m writing a character as having an interest in something or really liking something in depth it often has to be something I’m also into for me to be able to do research on it. This can mean I sometimes have to find middle grounds between what a character might find fascinating and what I find fascinating, so sometimes my interests are directly or indirectly in stories. Lost media I know has made it in a few times, and so has sci fi and superheroes and action figures. I don’t really have a whole ton of hobbies that are easy to slot in or draw from on a large scale otherwise, as niche toy collecting, a love for stickers and earrings and clown paraphernalia, and performing arts are only applicable under certain circumstances.

INTERESTS is a whole diff thing. My monster/inhuman character love, my love for certain genres or aesthetics, etc. influences ALLLLL of my OCs and a lot of my fics. Stuff that focuses on loving the strange, or the inanimate, or the weird crossover between the two is in a lot of my work (and will be in more haha) but definitely colors the types of stories I want to do, and the original content I end up making outside of fic.

When did you embrace the ways of the apricot? (That is to say, when and why did you commit to the bit and start creating your marvellous collection of apricot icons?).

THIS ACTUALLY HAS DOCUMENTABLE HISTORY!! Ok so.

The username Tiptapricot was what I came up with when I made my Minecraft account in elementary school. I liked apricots and peaches and plums and stuff (still do) so that was part of it, but I was also into semi-tap dancing (AKA being a young kid with some cheap tap shoes from somewhere and doing performances) so tip-tap and apricot combined and… there we were. It became my standard name on sites when I had to make accounts (bar like animal jam I think because it was maybe made earlier), since it was never taken and it was unique enough to slot in.

I guess as I was maybe making an Instagram account or going into highschool or just… for some reason, my sister @dimidarling wanted to make me a cute icon and, based off my username, drew me a little apricot with a face for one! This created what I now call… Prototip on July 14th, 2019

This icon was very cute and I loved it a lot, but it wasn’t quite the vibe I was wanting for myself, so I ended up getting a PNG of an apricot, slapping it on a blue background from looking up “light blue” on Google, and drawing a little face on it. That became the Default Base Tip as is seen in my icon most places, in December of 2019

FUN FACT you will never unsee after I say it: I think at some point I resized or re-edited the image or something, and I wanted to carry over the original face I had drawn on it, so I ended up cutting it out and pasting it over a face I didn’t like as much, and on the left side of Tip’s face (our right) u can see this tinyyy little black mark showing the edge of the main face cut out because I didn’t get it perfectly covered or aligned. I’m sorry in advance.

ANYWAY! So base Tip was made. I don’t remember the following order of events, but still being in my kpop phase in late 2019 I got Twitter briefly and made a Tiptapricot account there. And having an apricot with a face I thought: wouldn’t it be so funny if I was a gimmick account that pretended to be a real life apricot tweeting? So I did that for like a little bit. And then I went: wouldn’t it make the bit even better if this apricot was appropriately apricot aged? And long story short I changed my age to be a year old, then realized that would probably be bad legally, but when changing it back to my actual birthday, Twitter freaked out and banned me for messing around with my age and not being old enough when I made an account (even though I was at the time) so I got booted off Twitter. (And I’m glad about that can you imagine if I had settled in there instead oh lord) But the seed for apricot jokes was planted!

From there it happened somewhat naturally as a way to either make reaction images for friends online without sending my face, or to change my icon to play along with a funny joke. I made edits for friends in the DC fandom and for jokes we had running about each other going to jail or like “I’m gonna beat you up” or whatever, and joined along with a growing bit of giving me Tip related names, it became something I Did.

Now my Tip folder is 200 images strong and my mascot/sona/little guy is somth I actually care a lot about and have a lot of fondness for as a way to express goofy stuff and emotions in a way that’s simple to draw and feels rly truly me.

And there you have it :-D The Ti(nfodum)p

Ty for the questions Charlie, they were super fun to answer!!

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1000 follower celebration

#whoooooo boy that’s a lot lol #hope you guys like the me lore drop #the fruit is talking again #the fruit is answering again #1000 tip fruits

[american-satanxx]

So to Hell with Good Intentions Chapter 1

Masterpost

...2017 I’m sitting in my studio going over my friend’s concept art for her next photoshoot she’s wanting to do for her next project in art school. Excess by Tricky is playing in the background as I’m thinking of ways to bring these characters to life. “She could have picked any horror movie in the world but she had to pick fucking Leprechaun.” I mutter to myself as my studio mate, Rebecca, walks in. “Hey, your cousin Chris is outside with a very attractive friend.” She informs me. “Does Chris have anything in his hands?” I question her, looking up from the concept art. “Does it matter?” She questions, shooting me a look. “Aren’t you glad to see him?” “It depends on what he has in his hands.” I chuckle. “Because if it’s stargazer lilies, he’s here out of love. But if it’s Red Bull and Gummy Bears, he’s here to ask me a favor. So which is it? Flowers or my life’s fuel?” “I’ll send him back.” She ignores the question, smirking, before walking away to grab my cousin.

To the world my cousin is a big deal. Well maybe not the world but atleast the Metal community. To them he’s known as this bad ass motherfucker named Chris Motionless. To me? He’ll always be Chris Cerulli, my annoying but loveable cousin. He’s the one that believed in me when no one else did. And I honestly owe him my career and whatever fame that goes with it. “You’re a very distrusting person, you know this right?” Chris questions as he walks towards me. A smirk is dancing on his lips and his hands remain behind his back. I look past him and see a semi familiar face. Behind him stands Spencer Charnas, the lead singer of Ice Nine Kills; a band my ex boyfriend loved and I barely tolerated. “What’s behind your back, Chris?” I question him, leaning back on my desk chair. He rolls his eyes and places a tall boy of Red Bull and a giant ass bag of my favorite type of gummy bears. “What kind of favor do you need?” I chuckle before cracking open the can. “I don’t need the favor. “He starts, “This is Spencer Charnas, he's the lead singer of…” “Ice Nine Kills.” I interrupt him. “Trever, my ex, was obsessed.” “And you?” Spencer questions, smirking. “Not really my thing.” I shrug. “Too scene for my liking.” Spencer laughs as Chris continues, “They’re coming out with an album that’s inspired by horror movies and…” “And you need my special brand of talent, correct?” “Who wouldn’t want a special effects makeup artist that has worked on movies such as Saw: The Final Chapter and Jigsaw.” Spencer states, causing me to raise my eyebrow in question. “I’m sort of a fanboy of yours. It’s so hard to believe you worked on The Final Chapter at 18.” “Flattery will get you everywhere with me.” I laugh. “And I’m assuming Red Bull and gummy bears, too?” I smile. “Is the CD out yet? Or can you give me a copy. Along with the list of songs that you’re going to be making into videos? That way I can start thinking up ideas and start drawing concept art?” “Are you agreeing to this, even before finding out what we can pay you?” He questions. “Just like that?” “Don’t sound so shocked.” I laugh. “Just because I’ve done box office hits doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do this. Honestly I couldn’t care less about a paycheck. I do it for the art and the ability to beef up my portfolio. So whenever you guys are ready, we can make music video magic.” “Told you October would do it.” Chris says, proudly. But Spencer isn’t paying attention to his fellow lead singer. His eyes are glued to me. “Thank you, October.” Spencer says. “I have a feeling this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.” “I believe you’re onto something…”

#ice nine kills #ice nine kills fanfiction #ice nine kills fanfic #spencer charnas #spencer charnas fanfiction #spencer charnas fanfic

[daintyduck99]

“I’m never doing that again.” for Alex/anyone because I can hear him say it

Either Alex’s friends have no idea how kissing works, or it’s exactly as gross as they made it sound. He furiously wipes Luke’s spit off of his face, ignoring the way he squawks in offense. 

“Okay, I’m never doing that again. Why do adults like it so much?” 

Reggie rolls over, crowding half on top of Alex because there’s nowhere else to go. Luke’s bed is barely big enough for the three of them, anymore. His arm drapes over Alex’s chest as he grins, flashing his braces, and his mouth’s still all red and raw from Luke’s sloppy demonstration. He’d made this noise like he hadn’t minded, had enjoyed it, even, which was the only reason Alex had let Luke anywhere near his lips, after. 

Alex hadn’t liked how wet it was, how messy, but—he likes the mess it made of Reggie’s mouth. 

Ugh, it doesn’t make any sense. Still—he can’t stop looking at Reggie’s lips as he speaks. 

“I dunno, I mostly figured it would hurt, with the metal and all. It wasn’t that bad, though—”

Luke makes another offended noise, burying his face in Alex’s shoulder. 

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys. Rock stars are supposed to be good at this stuff!” 

“‘S’alright, Lu.” Reggie rubs Luke’s back. “Even rock stars have to start somewhere. I’m sure if we keep trying we can reach rock star levels! We couldn’t play well right away, either.” 

“You basically could,” Luke whines, which is true. 

Reggie picked up bass guitar fast, then banjo from his grandpa, and he’s been fiddling with Luke’s acoustic, lately. He’s sort of insanely talented like that. He blushes at Luke’s words. 

“Okay, maybe, but I wasn’t perfect right away. And I don’t have your—intensity. You played under your fingers bled and basically put your soul into that guitar! You put it into everything.”

Luke lifts his head with a grin. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” Reggie squeaks. He clears his throat. “I mean—I could tell you really wanted to kiss me. And you’re always really warm. So—some of it was nice. I’d let you kiss me again.” 

Luke smirks, but at least he doesn’t wiggle his eyebrows.

“You haven’t kissed Alex yet, though.” 

Wait a frickin’ second. He feels his own cheeks flood with heat. 

“Didn’t I just say—” 

“Come on Alex, it was my first kiss,” Luke says exasperatedly. “Kisses, whatever. In theory it’s super easy! Just—try a few more times before you decide that you don’t like it. Maybe we’ll get the hang of it, and then you will! Plus, Reggie’s lips are really soft.”

Reggie squeaks again, a cute little eep, and his gaze skitters away as he rolls his lip between his teeth, as if he needs to test Luke’s claim for himself. 

Alex has to admit that it’s tempting. If Reggie wasn’t laying on his arm, he’d touch his face. 

“Okay. We can kiss if you want to, Reggie.” 

His eyes snap back to Alex’s, round with disbelief and something like joy. His face is still pink, though his lips aren’t quite so red this time when he smiles. 

“Of course I want to kiss you, Lexi.” 

Alex is the one to brush their lips together to hide the way he melts, but it doesn’t really work. 

This—is better. Luke was right—Reggie’s lips are soft, and he’s still smiling. Alex tries not to press too hard on account of Reggie’s braces, because—you’re supposed to do something with your mouth, right? But this light amount of pressure, the sweet skim of his mouth on Reggie’s—it’s sort of nice. He’d dare to call it good, even. 

It’s safe to say that Reggie picks up kissing first too, even with the handicap of his braces. Alex never lets Luke live it down—someone needs to keep him humble amidst all the fame.

#polyphantoms #luke x alex x reggie #post kiss prompts #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[zurako0]

Part 1:

It's a normal Thursday morning, Ellie wakes up with only 5 hours of sleep, lately she jumps from one club to another, from one party to another.

Her break up affected her a lot, when she left her heartbroken phase she became a whole new person ready to meet the love of her life, meet new people in general, live life the way she wanted it.

It was a sudden change but she never felt more free and happy. She is able to see her friends more often and she doesn't have a stupid man slowing her down. Making her life miserable, abusing her and making her be at the lowest part of her life.

Today Ellie is going to a party, she has doubts about it since the host is literally a dealer with the worst fame possible, but you know what they say right? You only live once so live your fullest. At least that's what Ellie tells herself to feel better. Even though the party is going to be a more chill and relaxed gathering of people there will still be lot's of drugs and alcohol, but her friends convinced her to go, that she will have nothing to worry about and she will be perfectly fine. What's the issue with being amongst high and drunk people right? Oh well...

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It's currently 9pm and the party starts at 1am, Ellie gets in the shower, she loves to take hot boiling showers, she finds them very relaxing she loves feeling the warm water hitting her skin. After she finished her shower she dried herself up and laid down to bed waiting news from her friends on what they are going to wear for today's event.

She is thinking of wearing a short black dress, plain and simple with some black high heels and some jewelery. She is going to straighten her hair, that's what she always does, back when she had long beautiful hair she would often do some beach waves and she looked absolutely stunning, just like a princess, now her hair is still gorgeous but it's short, she doesn't have much options on how to style them so she just let's them be straight.

She opens her closet and the black dress is nowhere to be found, she runs downstairs and asks her mother if she has any idea on where it could have been. "Mom? Mom?" She shouts while getting down the stairs, "Yes my darling what is it?" Her mother answers her call, "Have you seen my short black dress? I can't find it anywhere" she asks her mother, "It's right here baby I just finished ironing it be caref-" "AOUCH!!" The dress was burning hot and it caught Ellie by surprise,"I tried to warn you.. hahah" her mother says chuckling "great joke mom I almost burned myself but whatever will let it cool for a while, thank god you didn't burn it with that temperature"

Ellie goes back upstairs to chill with her cat and listen to some music, Chase Atlantic released a new album just 2 weeks ago and she can't stop listening to it. Time passes as she is stroking her beautiful cat which she deeply loves and its time to start getting ready.

She starts by putting on her clothes, that dress fits perfectly on her body and the high heels make her look very classy, you know.. if only the dress wasn't so short of course.

Later on she proceeds to do her make up, Ellie studies the art of make up and aesthetics, so she knows how to do make up and she damn good in doing it aswell, today she wants to do a simple make up whereas the other days she would do a full glam look with gorgeous siren eyes. Today she will put on just the basics, foundation some contour and blush and of course a long winged eye liner, Ellie's all time favourite.

After she finishes her make up she sends a message to her friends that she is ready to go and they should come pick her up whenever they ready.

Her friends arrive half an hour later, they pick her up, Jess is driving which means she is the one that is going to be sober and take care of the rest of the friend group.

Ellie, Jess, Marry and Jane have been together since 3rd grade and they have been inseparable, they've been through all sorts of things for so many years since all of them turned 20 this year, Ellie is an aquarius, Jess a capricorn, Marry an aries and jane a scorpio, they have their ups and downs but they always go through everything together.

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The 4 girls arrive at the party around 1:30am, a lot of people have gathered already but no one interesting caught Ellie's attention, the moment she turns around she can't believe who her eyes have seen, it was james her ex boyfriend. Ellie stumbles on her feet catching Jess' attention, the moment Jess realises what is going on she grabs Ellie to pull her aside away from him but her efforts were in vain.. James had already approached them.

Ellie is on the edge of a mental breakdown she can't stand the sight of him, she can't bear being with him for even a split second, she despises him for everything he has done to her, he is a monster.

"Hello there, long time no see Ellie." James says with a smirk on his face, it angers Ellie so much how he is so cool about their meeting after so long, how he can look at her in the eyes like nothing has happened. "Get away from her right now or else-" Jess says full of anger, she can barely hold herself back,

"Or else what redhair?" James knew very well that the nicknames he gives Jess annoy her and is trying to make things worse.

Ellie is too stunned to say or do anything she just gets up and leaves this room, Jess follows and quickly the rest of the girls notice them and follow up.

"What happened is everything okay? why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Marry asks Ellie but Ellie is still shocked by his appearance. "That bastard James dared to show up on us how dare he" Jess says still pretty much angry.

A few minutes pass and the girl calm down Ellie begins to come back to herself "im fine everything is fine i will just ignore him, i said i dont care about him anymore remember?" Ellie says and puts a broken smile on her face.

2 hours into the party the girls are having fun and James is nowhere to be found Ellie thought to herself that she finally got rid of him and can relax now...

But to her surprise James shows up from behind of her and pulls her aside without her friends noticing anything, "please give me one more chance to explain myself, i just wanna talk baby" James says with a soft smile on his face, "dont call me your fucking baby, get away from me" Ellie says with tears filling her eyes, "please just come with me for a second i want to apologise properly, all this time we were separated i couldn't stop thinking about you, how much of an asshole i was to, please just come with me for a walk.."

Ellie takes a step back wondering if she should trust him or not, she really wanted that apology..

Ellie follows James out of the house as they're walking James is apologising and explaining his actions, how sorry he is and how much he is hurting for what he has done, how much he wants to start over be with her and treat her the way she deserves to be treated.. But all these are nothing but lies.

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Ellie and James have come close to the woods they walked pretty far away Ellie is starting to get a weird gut feeling that she must run away immediately as James has stop talking.

He grabs her wrist and puts his hand over her mouth as he tries to drag her more into the woods, Ellie is trying to fight her way out of this situation but James is bigger and stronger, Ellie regrets the moment she agreed to go with him, she can't do anything to free herself from his grab, she starts kicking and hitting him but all this was in vain.. this was it, this was the end for her he was going to assault her again and again like he used to, there is no way out so Ellie gives up.

He lets go of her while they are deeper inside the woods Ellie starts running and screaming for help but what sane person would be in the woods specially this time?

James loved to hunt his victim that's what he always did, so he started running after her screaming and laughing at her, Ellie's vision was blury since tears were running down her face and this whole place was dark only with the light of the moon shining upon them.

Suddenly the footsteps stop Ellie can't hear James running after her, she thought she finally run away but this was just the beginning of his hide and seek twisted game.

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Time passes and Ellie is wondering alone in the woods the tears cant stop running down her cheeks and James is nowhere to be found.

The agony and fear are tiring her appart she can't help but sob and wimper, cry and scream for somebody to come and rescue her from this madness.

As she is running she stumbles on a branch of a tree and she falls down and scratches her knee, it hurts which makes her limp a little but she doesn't give up, she still going on until she finds help.

A few minutes pass Ellie still wondering around the woods and out of a sudden she hears a noise.. branches snapping, it gets closer, RUN she tells herself, she tries to run as fast as she can to run away from there, James catches up he throws her to the ground and starts choking her, Ellie grabs a big rock and hits him in the head she manages to run away, for now.

James is dizzy but he is still following her, he wont let her go that easily. "fucking bitch im gonna kill you" he screams at Ellie and running after her until a loud thud sounds, Ellie hears voices in the distance finally somebody came for help, she starts yelling and screaming for help.

She walks back to the direction of where James was only to witness a tall man getting up from the ground where he was literally beating up James.

He is tall very handsome with medium length straight black hair his blue eyes are shining like fireflies in the moon light amongst the dark of the night, he is wearing an all black fitted suit showing of his perfectly muscular body, his hair got messy in the fight and his fists full of blood.

The mood suddenly changes and Ellie caught herself staring at this handsome man that came to her resque.. a voice brings her back to the scenery "Hello? are you okay? Hello?" The mysterious man calls for her but she is dozed off, so many things to process at once. "Yes.. im okay.." Ellie realised that she is alone with another man at the woods a sense of fear comes across her and she backs off from the man "Im not going to hurt you, i know the way out of the woods" the man tells her with a reassuring look on his face, after all he is the one that saved her.

Ellie decides to go with him than keep getting lost in the woods, her friends afterall are probably looking for her.

Ellie cannot believe herself that she got caught up in one of James traps again, she cannot forgive herself for believing his act, but now all she cares about is to get out of the woods go to home safely.

"Excuse me sir, i forgot to thank you.. I- thank you for saving me from him he is an ex of mine.. if you didnt co-" Ellie says but she is interrupted " Alex my name is Alex and no worries, i can't let a woman alone in the woods with such dangerous man" Alex says giving a soft smile back at Ellie, she is very flattered. "By the way, whats your name?" Alex asks "My name is Ellie, nice to meet you Alex". They both exchanged smiles.

After minutes of walking they arrive at the house the party was going on, only to find the police outside, Alex immediately pulls Ellie back and hide "Why did you pull me aside its just the police" Ellie asks "shh they might spot us, keep quiet".

Ellie soon notices that the house is empty with only a few people in which means her friends had already left, how was she supposed to go home now? Her house is very far away for her to walk in the middle of the night. An idea comes up to her mind.

"Alex." Ellie says with a serious tone, "what is it?" Alex asks her with a query look, "would you.. mind take me home? i will pay you i promise" Alex chuckles "that's it? you scared me for a second, of course i will take you home".

They get away from the police officers and finally get to Alex's car, they both get in and in that moment Ellie realised she had left her stuff to Jess to look after them.

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Time passes and Alex and Ellie finally arrive in her house. "Alex, what do i owe you?" Ellie asks since she offered to pay, "Nothing. Just this" Alex leans in and gives Ellie i kiss on the cheek, Ellie is too stunned to say anything, her face is all fluttered and red she didn't expect Alex to do such thing "Good bye now Ellie, here's my number if you get in trouble call me, and something else never tell anyone about what happened".

Alex gives her a wing and leaves immediately, Ellie is still shocked about everything that happened so she doesn't give it much thought she went to sleep thinking she will deal about it tomorrow.

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Hello everyone!♡

Hope you liked my first chapter feel free to leave comments i will be active!!

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[theunrealinsomniac]

Oh, this is fun now. How do (pick any 3-5 characters ;) ) Naruto and co. deal with their fame? The resultant "suitors"?

Oh the drama lol.

Well, who to pick lol.

Naruto and Sakura obviously I think lol and hmmm ... who else is quite famous after the war ... hmmmm.

Let's go for ... Neji.

Yes, Neji.

Now we're going to assume they're all single and ready to mingle at the start of their fame, cos that kinda lines up with my take on Canon!AUs, given that Naruto and Sakura are dumbasses for at least a few years after the events of Canon lol.

Sooo:

Naruto:

Naruto actually kinda panics when he starts getting sort of mobbed in the streets. Kid is not used to be the centre of attention in a positive light and a whole bunch of people rushing him sets his fight or flight response to flight pretty damn quick.

He settles into it, after he is reminded that as Hokage he would have to be seen around the village and people will come up to him, but he's always more comfortable with kids who come up to him.

Cue more than a few occasions when the women in his life have their ovaries burst when they see Naruto being like ... perfect dad material lol. Sakura and Hinata being the ones most effected by it lol. But even Ino gets a bit gooey at the sight of Naruto playing with kids at a park lol.

He's much, much more comfortable with his Bingo Book fame though. Run on sight orders are put in place, much like with Minato way back when. It's a tremendous ego boost that Naruto can just be a walking deterrent for any criminals who might get ideas.

As for suitors ... well lol.

Jiraiya would be so proud lol.

Naruto gets laid a lot is what I'm saying.

He has his fair share of girlfriends before he winds up with Sakura in most universes. Hinata being the only big one though. He normally dates her for a year or two before it falls apart.

Most of his liaisons though come from kunoichi and villagers from out of Konoha. As most kunoichi and villagers in their home village are very. very aware of the dance Naruto and Sakura are doing with each other.

Doesn't mean a few Konoha kunoichi and villagers don't *try* but it's kinda hard to put moves on Naruto when you never know when Sakura could be watching you.

The most crucial part of his fame though, and his revealed lineage, is who is father is.

Interestingly a few of the kunoichi Naruto has hooked up with when he's been single specifically wanted to fuck him cos he was the Yellow Flash's son. Something about 'sleeping with the enemy being hot'.

But other than that, it entirely solidifies for a lot of people that Naruto will be Hokage in the future. He's a former Hokage's son, he's the descendant of the first two, he's the adoptive grandson of the third, the adoptive son/brother of the current one and not to mention, he's a goddamn war hero.

So yeah, Naruto's fame works wonders for him for the most part.

The exceptions though, are when he and Sakura get together, it doesn't stop all of the women he comes across propositioning him. Now Naruto would never stray from Sakura, wouldn't happen, and Sakura knows that, but it does rustle her jealousy when someone she deems more attractive than her is hitting on her man.

That has led to Naruto having to drag his wife away before she causes an international incident cos some girl from Kiri didn't take 'I'm married' as the no it was.

Thankfully he get's left alone by the general populace outside of waves and hellos, this isn't like modern celebrity culture where celebs can't even grab a meal in a restaurant without getting mobbed.

Sakura

Sakura's new found fame is a little less ... all consuming than Naruto's. She was a big part but people have always kinda known her as the student of Tsunade and she's had some time to get used to that level of fame.

She loves when little kids, especially the girls, come and tell her she's made them want to be medical nin or just doctors and nurses when they grow up. She loves that.

She's also greatly respected the world over for her prowess and is regarded as one of the most beautiful women in the world. The last one makes her blush furiously, especially when Naruto teases and flirts with her over it.

And while she does date Sasuke very briefly, very briefly, when he leaves again they break up and Sakura is entirely fine with it, Sakura spends less time dating and getting laid than Naruto does.

She has relationships, and some cheeky liaisons herself. She's a beautiful woman and single, and it's not only Naruto who gets to get laid lol.

But it is less of a thing. Sakura is more ... cautious with her relationships and hook ups. Maybe it's cos she's a medical professional and her timetable is less free, maybe it's just not wanting to have as many partners, maybe it's because none of them are who she actually wants.

That third one is a bit harder to hash out before she accepts she's in love with Naruto lol.

There's also been more than enough marriage proposals sent her way from people who've never met her. People want the beautiful and powerful Sakura Haruno as their new bride, or their son's bride. They are all flatly refused.

Her clan is so small it's basically just her dad's extended family and he's the head of it. And he very much recognises that arranged marriages are not for his daughter. The only one she'd probably be happy with is one with a certain blond knucklehead best friend she insists she isn't desperately in love with.

No one really tries to coax Sakura away from Naruto when they get together, as most men who would dare try are too afraid of what Naruto would do to them.

And the fact that they don't think Sakura would do worse to them, is one of the many reasons they'd never succeed anyway. And we will not be having the predatory lesbian stereotype enforced either, cos for those who have been paying attention you will know Sakura's relationships are not just with men ...

Her fame does help her get more attention towards her medical policies and practices. And as the Hokage's wife, Sakura is implemental in getting a lot of Naruto's policies in place with the least amount of fuss.

Naruto and Sakura's greatest achievement out of being parents of course is the passing of two laws.

The ban of the inhumane Caged Bird Seal and the raising of age requirements to go on missions outside of Konoha for their Genin. That second one took all of their combined political power and still get's push back.

Neji

Heh. My boy.

So first things first, he doesn't die lol.

And unlike the complications fame puts on his friends' lives, Neji's life doesn't change much in the immediate.

He puts any possibility of suitors to bed by very swiftly dating, getting engaged and marrying Tenten. Their first child coming along very quickly too.

No one ever tries, and Hiashi is so relieved, despite his dickish behaviour, that his nephew didn't die, that he doesn't even try and marry him off.

And as his popularity and influence grows, Neji makes a play to ban the Caged Bird Seal being used. He helps it be achieved by being the face of the campaign against it as Hinata, Hanabi, Tenten, Naruto, Sakura and Lee work with him to ban it forever.

Neji takes his fame and pushes it to the betterment of his fellow branch members and so his children will never have to bear a kill mark like he and his father did.

Hope you liked this lol.

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[fernweh-writes]

how about the slasher react to an s/o that who sometimes speaks during their sleep? (Have a nice day :3)

I talk in my sleep according to my family and best friend. My best friend said she had a whole conversation with me while she was in another part of her house and when she walked back into her room I was responding but I was also knocked out. Makes no sense, I still think she’s lying…

-Fern🌿

S/O That Talks in Their Sleep

Michael Myers

Michael has a fucked sleep schedule. The only time he sleeps is when he has to because he physically cannot keep going. Although, occasionally he will take a quick nap purely out of boredom. Other than that, you’re going to have to coax him into bed with you.

Because of this, it’s likely for him to hear you talking in your sleep all of the time. He does enjoy watching you sleep. You look so peaceful and at ease and the steady rise and fall of your chest basically has him in a trance.

Michael isn’t going to mention it to you or anything. It doesn’t phase him, in fact he finds it pretty amusing. It does make him wonder what you’re dreaming about whenever you say something really crazy though. He wishes he knew what was going on inside of your head at all times, even when you’re sleeping.

Bo Sinclair

Bo will find anything and everything he can to use against you. He knows the perfect mix of degrading and praise that will have you hating him and never wanting to leave his side. So of course, this is another thing he will be using against you.

If you try and deny it he’ll find a way to prove it to you. He doesn’t care if he has to stay up all night and record you. One way or another, he’s going to prove it to you or just make a scene and get you to drop it or surrender and just let him be right. He’s always right darlin’.

Of course he is also going to use this knowledge to embarrass you. He’s the king of mansplain, manipulate, manwhore and he knows it. Bo will tell you stuff you most certainly didn’t say just so he can get a reaction out of you.

Vincent Sinclair

When the two of you first get together, he is still very hesitant about sharing a bed with you. He can’t sleep with the wax mask on his face and even though he does care about you, he’s not sure that he’s ready to show you his face quite yet.

Because of this he won’t come to bed with you until he’s dog tired. Vincent will be asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, not waking up until the morning. So it’s unlikely for your sleep talking to be known by him for a very long time.

Once he gets comfortable with you and is with you while you fall asleep is when he will finally take notice. Even then, it’s very unlikely for him to mention it to you, he doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed. Besides, he thinks that it’s endearing listening to you say random things in your sleep. Some of the things you say are cute and others are just down right funny.

Brahms Heelshire

If you talk in your sleep he’s going to know about it within the first week you’re staying at the Heelshire mansion. He likes to watch you while you sleep and if it’s something that you do frequently he was bound to notice.

Brahms has very limited knowledge on people considering he has lived a very sheltered life and hasn’t socialized whatsoever really. It makes him wonder why you do it, so once he reveals himself to you be prepared for a bunch of questions.

Just don’t let Brahms know that you’re embarrassed about talking in your sleep. He’s a little shit and he would most definitely tease you about it just to get a reaction from you. Also uses it against you in order to get his way, so being made fun of becomes especially common during his tantrums.

Thomas Hewitt

This man sleeps like a rock. The world could be ending and he would sleep through it. Can you really blame him though? Thomas works his ass off to take care of his family, so he stays tired and always sleeps hard.

Because of this it’s very unlikely for him to even notice that you talk in your sleep. Especially if it’s more mumbling than anything because it won’t phase him one bit. If he does happen to hear you though, at first he thinks you’re saying something to him. Only when that something makes absolutely no sense does he realize you’re still sleeping.

Don’t worry about worrying over what you say in your sleep though, Thomas will never bring it up anyways. After all, it’s not like it bothers him considering it took him so long to even notice. On the rare occasion he does hear you he just thinks it’s cute and wonders what you’re dreaming about.

Billy Loomis

This one all depends on where you stand in your relationship with him. If you’re still dealing with that boy next door front he puts up then of course he’s never going to mention it to you. After all, a gentleman like him would never mock his s/o.

But if you’ve reached a point where Billy really is himself around you then congratulations he’s going to tease the hell out of you for it. Obviously he’s going to over exaggerate everything you say in order to make it better blackmail.

Definitely uses the “that’s not what you were saying last night” line in order to mock you. If you claim he’s lying then that’s just to bad considering he was the one awake and listening and you were the one asleep.

Stu Macher

Stu thinks that the things you say in your sleep are absolutely hilarious. Because he enjoys hearing the random things you say so much he never mentions it to you because then you would somehow try and stop, He’s not sure if it’s possible to just stop, but he’s not taking any chances.

Would be the type to write down his favorite things that you’ve said in your sleep. The list ranges from random things you’ve said he thought were funny to the sweet things you’ve mumbled about him without even knowing it.

One day he might just show you the list of phrases he has collected over time. Happily points out his favorite ones, he should make a hall of fame for your sleep talking phrases. Of course, he has to tease you once he finally tells you.

Jesse Cromeans

Jesse has cameras covering every inch of property that he owns. His warehouses have cameras but of course so does his home where you reside. After all he has to make sure the things that are most important to him are looked after.

So, anything you say or do will be caught on camera. Although you have no privacy, you only have no privacy with Jesse, He is the only one with access to the cameras within his home, no one else.

Unfortunately for you this means every embarrassing thing you have said or done has been caught on tape for Jesse to enjoy. While he is temped to tease the hell out of you for it, he ultimately decides against it. He doesn’t want you to stop doing embarrassing things just because you know that he is always watching.

Asa Emory

Asa watches you sleep pretty often so it doesn’t take long for him to pick up on your sleep talking. Even if it is something you don’t do often, he’s a very light sleeper. So if you start talking, it is going to wake him and you’re going to get caught saying who knows what.

He’s not one to really mention those sorts of things, But, if it is something that you do often then it means he own’t be able to sleep good with you next to him. He may care about you but he already doesn’t get enough rest as it is.

On the rare occasion he is home and the two of you fall asleep together, he waits for you to fall asleep and then goes to sleep on the couch to actually sleep through the night. Obviously he can’t get away with it for very long without getting caught. So his great idea is to guilt trip you and make it your problem.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

comparisons ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2195

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Colson Baker one where you’re dating after him and Megan where you get a bunch of hate and they both defend you against the hate please”

description: when her boyfriend’s ex is one of the most beautiful actresses of this generation, she finds herself being constantly compared to her and receiving hateful messages

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, hate messages, insecurities

masterlist (one, two)

There was some sort of assumption that when you start dating someone, you immediately hate their ex. That could not be further from the truth for me and Colson. In fact, Colson’s ex-girlfriend introduced us shortly after their break up, and had constantly pushed for the two of us to get together.

Megan was basically the backbone in our friendship. She pushed me to pursue my dreams in acting (as well as helped you with that since she was so much more famous than you were when you started), then she pushed me to start auditioning for bigger roles. The moment she introduced me to Colson, I knew exactly what was coming next.

“That’s weird, Meg,” I had told her. “Isn’t there, like, a girl code about dating your best friend’s ex?”

“I’m literally shoving you onto him,” she had responded. “I think you’re fine with the girl code.”

A few months after meeting, I finally caved and asked Colson out on a date. Six months later, I was still thanking Megan for giving me that push.

Shortly after making our relationship public, however, the happiness slowly came to a stop. For me, anyways. Colson, bless his heart, was blissfully ignorant to the comments his fanbase started to send me.

“yikes, he really downgraded huh?”

“how do you go from megan fox to...that?”

“guess mgk couldn’t keep up his streak of hot girlfriends”

Hate comes with fame, I knew that. I had my fair share of hate comments ever since the start. It was easy to ignore them when they were just a handful of hate comments here and there, but this was different. This was a bombardment of hate that was so heavy I could barley go online.

Colson was oblivious for a while, until he found out I had deleted all my social media accounts.

“Did you delete your Instagram babe?” he asked the minute he got home the day I had done it.

“Yeah,” I responded, nonchalantly. “I deleted all my social media.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I just thought it’d be better for me mentally. They say being so attached to social media is bad for you or whatever.”

“But you weren’t even addicted to social media. You just liked sharing your memories - our memories.”

I shrugged again and turned back to my cooking. I wasn’t about to tell him his fans drove me off the internet. He loved his fans, I couldn’t fuck that up for him, even if what they were saying hurt me so much.

My back was to him as I cooked, so he couldn’t see my reaction when he asked, “Is it because people were comparing you to Megan?”

I froze completely. I could feel his eyes staring into the back of my head, but I just couldn’t convince myself to turn around to face him. I knew that if I did, I’d crack. I had gone too long pretending everything was okay, keeping this secret from Colson, to finally let it slip now. I just had to throw him off of his thought process.

“Where did you get that idea?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

He was next to me suddenly, holding his phone up so I could see it. On the screen was a picture of me at a red carpet just below a headline that read “(Y/F/N) deletes social media accounts amid hateful comments from boyfriend Machine Gun Kelly’s fans”.

I sighed in frustration. Of course the tabloid vultures had already written articles about it. I had only done it a few hours earlier, but they always had to be the first ones to write another story about me.

“I didn’t even know I was getting hate,” I said, trying to keep up the lie even though it was pretty obvious I had been found out. “I just decided to delete my accounts, it must be a coincidence.”

“Really? Because this article says you were receiving so much hate that you couldn’t even go into the comments on your pictures or replies on your tweets without seeing a mass amount of hate from my fans.”

I turned off the stove and turned around suddenly, abandoning my cooking completely as I quickly walked out of the kitchen and towards mine and Colson’s room. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and the last thing I wanted was for Colson to see me cry.

I wasn’t shocked to hear his footsteps coming after me. I forgot how much longer his legs were than mine, so it didn’t take long for him to catch up with me and stop me before I could get too far away. He took hold of my arm and turned me around to look at him. The moment my eyes landed on his face, it felt like someone had finally broke the dam holding back my tears.

Colson pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly as I sobbed into his chest. Every ounce of overwhelming feelings I had been bottling up for months was finally starting to come out, and I realized it was long overdue when I eventually began to grow tired from my crying.

I felt Colson pick me up and bring me to his bed. My eyes were starting to grow heavy despite how much I was fighting against them to stay awake. The minute my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep, but it was obvious I had needed that rest, because when I woke up again I felt more well rested than I had in a long time.

I opened my eyes to find myself facing the window, which helped me to pinpoint that it was now nighttime as the sky was pitch black. I rolled over, expecting to find Colson asleep next to me only to find that I was alone in his bed. I was confused at first, forgetting the events that happened mere hours earlier.

I could hear a distant voice talking and was able to identify it as Colson’s. I got up from his bed and made my way towards the stairs, hearing it get louder as I stood at the top.

“I wish she would’ve told me,” he was saying. “I don’t know why she would’ve kept this a secret from me.”

“She didn’t want you upset with your fans,” came another voice. This one was distorted like it was coming from a phone. When she spoke again, I realized it was Megan’s voice. “And she’s stubborn. She was probably determined to deal with this by herself.”

“I just hate that she felt that way,” Colson sighed. “I don’t want her believing anything any of those people said to her, but I saw screenshots and fuck...they really did just bombard her with hate.”

“I know, but none of us could’ve predicted this. Your fans were so cool with us dating, I thought they’d love (Y/N) since we’re so similar.”

I sat down on the top of the stairs and peeked down enough that I could see Colson without him seeing me. He was laid out on the couch in just his sweat pants. In his hand he was holding his phone up, the other was slung over the back of his couch. I could see the guilt on his face, which broke my heart to see. I didn’t want Colson feeling guilty for something that was out of his control.

“You think what I posted will do anything?” he asked Megan.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to tell. When people want to hate, they just want to hate.”

Hearing that Colson had posted something made me curious. I felt around my pants for my phone, but realized I had probably left it in the room or downstairs somewhere. I was in too deep now to give myself away, but I really wanted to know what he had posted about the situation.

“Thanks for talking to me about this, Megan,” he said.

“Of course, Colson. Anytime.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Colson tossed his phone onto the coffee table and put his arm under his head. “Are you gonna come down babe?”

I wanted to ask how he knew I was there, but instead I stood from my spot and made my way down the stairs. When I entered the living room, Colson just looked up at me for a moment, almost expectantly. I smiled down at him and laid on top of him with my head on his chest. The arm that was over the back of the couch wrapped around me and he gently kissed the top of my head.

“How much did you hear?” he asked.

“Just the last bit,” I admitted. “Something about a post you made.”

Colson hummed, his chest vibrating underneath my ear as he did. “I wanted to address the issue, and I knew you wouldn’t let me do it if you were awake.”

“I still don’t like that you did it now,” I said, half joking. “Can I see the post?”

He moved his head to look down at me. “How do I know you’re not going to delete the post?”

“You don’t,” I responded. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

He smiled and reached over to grab his phone from the coffee table. He opened it and pulled up a post he had made on Instagram: it was your usual white background with text post you saw celebrities make from time to time.

It read:

“I love my fans so much. You guys are my EST family, and I’m so proud of this family that we have built over the last few years. However, it came to my attention today that some of you have been less than nice to my girlfriend to a point where she felt the need to delete her social media accounts. I will admit, I was oblivious to this at first as I am not one to go onto other people’s social media to read comments and replies, and (Y/N) kept this to herself instead of telling me about it. But now that I do know, I have to say I am beyond pissed. (Y/N) is the most beautiful girl I have ever met, inside and out. She is not Megan, and honestly - with all respect to Megan - I’m glad that she’s not. I love Megan as a friend, but truly that’s all she is to me. (Y/N) is my soulmate, the love of my life. These comparisons and jabs at her because she isn’t my ex are absolutely disgusting, especially coming from people who claim they love me as much as you guys do. Please learn how to treat the people in my life with love and respect, or else take my face out of your profile pictures and my name out of your usernames/bios as you are not a true fan of mine. From the bottom of my heart, fuck you to anyone that made my girlfriend feel like shit.”

I scrolled down to see the comments and saw that the top one was from Megan, and was already liked by Colson.

“(Y/N) is not my competition, nor is she my enemy. She is my friend and she has been since before Colson and I were ever together. The fact that people feel the need to pit two women against one another just because they both dated the same person is absolutely appalling to me. I’d like to emphasis Colson’s statement - fuck you to whoever hurt my friend.”

I handed Colson his phone back, not wanting to read any more. I could feel a lump in my throat again, but this one was from happiness. I felt so lucky to have two amazing people in my corner during a time that was otherwise very trying for me.

“I’m sorry I never told you,” I said as I rested against his chest again.

“You shouldn’t be sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“You don’t have any reason to be sorry either. You can’t control your fans.”

“Then neither of us will be sorry.”

I chuckled at this. For a moment we were both silent, the only sound being Colson’s heart beating under my ear. It was a soothing sound, and combined with his fingers tracing over my back, I was almost lulled back to sleep.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my hair.

I lifted my head to look at him. “What?”

“I said I love you.”

I was speechless. It was the first time he had seriously said those words and he had managed to shock me into silence with them.

He looked at me, his face slowly becoming concerned with my silence.

“I love you, too,” I finally managed.

A smile broke out across Colson’s face as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to him. For the rest of the night, he would whisper those three words to me randomly, and I would whisper back my response every time.

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[sugar-petals]

sub!Yuzu | nsfw alphabet

🌹 NOTE ⇢ content for our fave figure skater, the legend himself. mr. yuzuru hanyu is 1000% dom candy and i’m here to honor it at length ⛸

— WORDS. 5k

tags + warnings. dom/sub dynamics, femdom!reader, role reversal hc, smut, kinks, cum play, spanking, sex toys, very freaky yuzu, kitten play, mdlb, crying kink, food play, prostate orgasms, bondage, some deeper stuff & angsty bits, asthma mention, aftercare

  A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once the cat ears come off, who is Yuzuru Hanyu not to remain in character for a while. For the shits and giggles, and because it’s cozy. Once a catboy, always a catboy, it’s the law of the land. Curling up, kneading at you for the head pats and massages, you know the programme. 

Also: Yuzu is famously soft-spoken and always finds the right thing to say. So, stimulating conversation for the cooldown. This is literally so nice. He’s unafraid to reflect everything in detail, say what he preferred, what you could change up together, what he wants to try next. The afterglow is not just physical, as in you give him something to drink, it’s 70% verbal which is very important to him as a consistent habit.

Of course, not to forget: Always gotta have a Winnie Pooh plushie ready. He embraces it readily and, as we know him, does some roleplay right then and there. Yuzu, professional cutiepie he is, is the kinda sub who treats all plush and pillow stuff as alive and breathing. You as his domme are in on the play and also treat his things as holy as they are to him. That Yuzu lets you into that world is the biggest compliment you can possibly get. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

We all know Yuzu’s godly ass and thighs. Or the staggering waist and beautiful black hair that makes him a total bombshell in his classic comb-back styles. His face is soft and expressive and so damn unique, his legs muscular and long, his back and tummy chiseled, the list goes on and on. Jesus, he has so many great features. All body parts a masterpiece. That are all capable of god-tier contortionism on top of that, gotta mention it in passing. Just so you know if you haven’t seen him bend his every limb into directions you wouldn’t believe are humanly possible. 

Interestingly though. If he chooses, Yuzu picks his feet: They are his most important instrument and weak spot. His ankles are where the magic happens. So, you taking care of them a little would mean the world to him, imagine a candle light massage. Not to worry, no-gross-alert. Yuzu has perfect and cute feet. That’s gonna be a Victorian moment, oh my god I saw his ankles. For his partner, short and simple: He likes a shoulder to lean on. He loves being touchy in general, all body parts are amazing to him. Being in a profession that’s all about the physics, Yuzuru knows about the wonders of the body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Certified king of cumsluts, doesn’t even hesitate. The more, the merrier. If he’s not covered in sticky stuff, Yuzu would be underchallenged. It’s less about the taste, texture or any degradation, for him it’s the playing around with his tongue. Somebody wants his mouth preoccupied. Give the cat his milk. Feed him his own cum mixed with yours. He’s gonna lap at it and swallow.

Since Yuzu’s dream is a mommy domme baking him something, he just loves the smell of dough and hazelnuts and cinnamon and everything — you know what’s coming: Imagine the food play. Nuts indeed. Anything that even remotely looks like a creampie is something he wants to get his lips on. And Yuzu is not the type to be a foodie at all, let that sink in. Sexual-looking food is just too big a temptation, though. And you spoiling him that way... oh my. Surefire way to end up in bed right after. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a butt plug collection. Once almost went on the ice with one in. The more you know. Also— this guy is the kinda type fantasizing to get absolutely railed on a bed of plushies. He has troubles suggesting it to you because he doesn’t want them to get actually dirty. But the idea gets the two of you kind of horny. Sometimes, a thought is better as a fantasy than actually executing it. You can use it for riling up’s sake, whispering it to him during dirty talk. How you’ll bounce on him and ruin him and milk him while he’s splayed out so innocently on your bed. I smell corruption kink. 

Another secret Yuzu keeps is just how much he changed his mind about wanting his partner to control everything in bed. He grew up with a pre-defined ideal type of a cute, nice skater girl who’d let the reins very loosely around him, who he can speak Japanese to because he had problems with English, who is small and someone he will protect. It wasn’t something based on experience and trying things out: It was simply expected of him. People wanted the domineering Yuzuru on ice to be that way in private, and make use of his power, be a man, savior, boss. 

The reality being: He never felt truly as tough on the ice, nor was he gender-conforming in person. In fact, that is what he became famous for, and it reassured Yuzuru very often how people would accept and actually celebrate this side of him. Which is so refreshing, and a sight to see. The side that was dorky, clingy, childish, gorgeous, and cute has always been there, but now he embraces it more as his comfort place. He has to know what he’s doing in his skating programme and show competitive spirit to achieve his dreams, but that’s where it stops.

His former ideals are something people wanted to hear, it was an adaptation of the environment rather than thinking it through on his own. So, years later — oh boy have things changed. Yuzuru no longer defines his ideal type that way, saying whoever he likes is someone he’d be with. What was a fantasy template and filter is now gone and adapted to his newfound, own preferences. Yuzu is comfortably open-minded rather than being a copy to mainstream. He found fun in speaking English, opened up to the world at large, had more girls around him who he could befriend, grew more confident in his stature, and is well aware — turns out he’s the cute one. Who needs to be taken under a wing. He likes strong-minded girls and says if he had a wife, she’d dominate him. Yuzuru secretly wants her to be in charge entirely, she owns his body and soul. Not in daily life where things are just normal and everyone goes about their business. Sexually, where he surrenders instead, and is taken care of.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The tale of an introvert. What he knows — he hides it well. Has eyefucked a whole lot of people and is the type to lust like mad from a far distance, and nobody will ever know. Crushes harder than peppercorns in a mill. If he loves someone, it lingers in his mind every split second of the day, may god have mercy on him. And if you know him: Yuzu aims too high to keep it light and easy and clumsy. He hates being an amateur, he’s terrified of starting out something. He dreads not knowing what to do, how exactly to behave, talk, touch, breathe, respond, negotiate, prepare. That’s a hundred percent like hell to him.

Ironically, he has a natural feeling for it and he’s literally amazing in bed, has a sense for social interaction is all the way cute with something valuable to say. But what he believes is something way different. Yuzuru is a diehard, nervous perfectionist. He can only think of it as a rated performance since his mind usually has to work that way to skate well. His esteem is on a knife edge depending on how well he thinks he does. So, the inevitable: He will shy away from sex altogether. He draws immense skating passion from staying celibate, in fact it’s his success secret, but it still eats him up from the inside and makes him frustrated beyond measure. Not even for the pleasure, since he’s so ambitious that’s almost forgotten about, but for being told he did well. 

That’s how much he believes sex is a drill and capability test. And it’s sad that he thinks it’s like his skating career, racking up points for the impossible things judges want and being in a deadlock when it comes to showing his artistic side. He feels thrown into cold water if he doesn’t know everything beforehand. If he ever works up the courage, which probably won’t happen, he will pay an expert to learn from rather than let something all over the place happen with a random person or even someone he might like. 

Yes, you heard that right. He’d rather see a sex worker than ‘mess up’ his first time according to his sky-high standards. So, Yuzu’s experience remains limited since he’s so 100% do or die, and so anxious, and so torn about social interaction, he doesn’t get how his peers can be playboys and get married and flirt with someone they like and all that. He sort of has an easier time with guys, but girls... he can’t approach. To top it off, he also feels like he’d burden his first time one somebody or embarrasses himself, so he will reject and avoid suitors. Those are usually not the people he crushes so hard on to begin with. It’s bound to be one-sided and he knows, so he will abstain and focus on career and use the cheers of his fans as a substitute.

Truth is, he feels helpless and distant from sex sometimes, especially with his practice-heavy lifestyle and hyper-smart mind, Yuzuru has an intelligence that exceeds what most people can grasp. He’s alone on the ice and Brian as a coach is often the only reference person who truly gets him, and leads him well without being controlling. But that’s professional life. Sexually, Yuzuru is metaphorically: coachless. He surely observed it well when Javier (the #1 ladies man, his opposite) was still active and a social butterfly helping him fit in, but Yuzu would always be worried about his extreme fame and spotless image when introduced to someone fangirling over him. He’d rather prefer someone who comes across as a mentor and solid, loyal-to-death person to look up to. So he would do anything to have someone benevolent like that. Most girls would expect him to be the sex god and expert, but he knows that’s only half of the story and based on his characters on the ice. Yuzu crafts these to counterbalance how he really is — withdrawn and indirect. 

Yuzu is extremely calculating and selective, he scans suitors well, protects his reputation, and is mortified of failure. So, he’d rather learn it by the book and from someone he’s not emotionally attached to. In a one-night stand that might also be the case, but he doesn’t know what to expect, and he’s absolutely terrified of sudden sexual vulnerability. He himself often says he values his own struggle between feeling so weak and being strong again 

Besides: He’d have problems squeezing hookups into his schedule and lifestyle, he’d have to cut down on things and create a double life. Plus, Yuzu is famously inept with social interaction up close, he flees the noise and unpredictability. So, it’s better to have a long-term partner. If he doesn’t know something yet, he has it down in one day like the single axel. Definitely counts on his partner teaching him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

We know Yuzu’s signature move is the lean-back Ina Bauer. So, whatever position allows for an arch is the real deal (cough, taking the strap — oh my god his ass is made for it). But anyway, he can pull off anything with that stellar flexibility and core strength. 

If I think about it. Yuzu might like sitting on your lap very much. I know it’s not a sex position, I mean it can be once his inner lapdancer awakens or you use a strap-on, I rather mean... just for some sweet moments and making out. But yeah: Fathom Yuzu gyrating on your like that. Not in an outright lascivious manner or Chippendales style. The Hanyu way, with embellishments and all the grace. This is gonna be a huge turn-on and perfect foreplay position.  

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not much to elaborate here: Yep, Yuzu is true goofball indeed. Really flustered and clumsy when eye-to-eye in missionary, and yet: He’s ultra serious towards the end, there’s gonna be an aggressive staredown before cumming. The feeling gets pretty intense, his duality between silly and ‘yeah, give it to me’ is no joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Would probably die from inflammation if he shaved clean under those tight suits and did all these chafe-heavy skating routines. Doesn’t have a lot of body hair to begin with, but for pits and pubes, it’s alive, wild, and decently long. Out of all people, Yuzu cares particularly about aesthetics, but in this case pragmatism will prevail. He doesn’t care too much about it either as long as it doesn’t get in the way of something. Having sex with Yuzu tends to be well um well all about a hundred types of friction so any stubble would be a bad idea.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You haven’t seen a guy in love like that. It’s a figure skater thing for sure. Since he works to portray these sentiments on the ice daily, hardly anybody can play up feelings so delicately and palpably like Yuzuru. Emotion is what his entire career is built on. He knows how to express himself directly, appropriately, intimately. Couldn’t be any more romantic. Yuzu can’t go without it. 

Very passionate, ‘for your eyes only’ kind of atmosphere. Yes, he shows off on the ice, it’s his job (although of course, that word doesn’t really sum up what skating means to him). But private Yuzu is someone you can claim as yours. He will make it clear, he wants to belong to you, he’s yours, dedicated, devotion is the entire point. Less with a slant of what some subs like, very hands-on ownership of a mistress. It’s more emotional. He’s really attached and all smitten. Your private little haven is everything to him. 

Talking about little: Yuzu can be quite a pillow prince sometimes. At least when the initiative doesn’t go back and forth as it frequently does, you often alternate with suggestions and ways of tweaking an ongoing play session. You blindfold him or tie his wrists, He might be standard tired from practice or just fascinated to watch you work your magic on him. 

He also likes music to set the tone for intimacy, who’s surprised. Prepare: Yuzu likes dramatic classical music all the way. He’s probably one of the few people who can make it more than ‘classy’ and definitely more than cringe. He selects pieces very well. This is gonna be a practice template to cum together when the music reaches its peak. Makes the whole thing full of adrenaline.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Lots of fun to him. Would beat it 24/7 if the ice wasn’t calling him. Drowns himself in lube. This guy’s me-time is so rated R, Cardi B would be inspired to remix WAP to wet ass penis as an anthem just for him. A dry dick is a ruined day for Yuzuru, as is a session without teasing his prostate in whatever way he currently fancies. Once he tried it, he never went back. The intensity knocking him out is something that Yuzu thinks about all the time. Strokes like a pro, does all these little moans, can do it forever, loves the feeling, chases the high. Adrenaline junkie on the ice? No different with his hand around his cock. 

Will masturbate everywhere in the house and has to really get his head in the game to make sure he won’t ruin any carpets. So, he always has at least two towels with him. In the kitchen, in front of the TV, in the shower, the bed. Watches his fair share of eclectic porn, he gets really desperate. Especially before you started dating, Yuzu would shut himself in until the lotion ran out. Can jack off to something romantic (he starts crying) or something extreme (he loves shocking himself and ). 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Very curious about sadomasochism. Googles a lot of things that make him hard during the day. Often jawdropped by his research, but once he tries things out with you, nothing can really shock him anymore. Absolutely wants to be collared, it’s his biggest fantasy. Another little secret he has, Yuzu is decked out in skating gloves, right. He wishes he could feel you wearing them, or he keeps them on for sex himself, the lacey transparent ones. Looks especially pretty when his wrists are tied so, major photograpy material. Oh yes, Yuzu likes the camera, he can work it. The guy is photogenic in any position and can strike any angle you want. Your phone background is a new Yuzu snapshot every week already, imagine your gallery, 5800 kinky pictures.  

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I’m gonna say it. The frozen lake out of town, late at night, condoms and lube with you. A quickie that will leave your genitals frozen. Yuzu might get stuck inside you because it’s -15 Celsius. Call that fantasy on ice. Jokes aside: Come on, Yuzu is the biggest ever hermit homebody. The couch will have a bunch of indents after your week-long fucking sessions after he comes home training. Also, at his desk while he does work for university. You ride him, Yuzu studies. Double the ambition. His dick is completely sore. The lake out of town thing might go down, but without sex. Just skating together under the stars, Yuzu doing amazing spins and spirals around you, very very romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yuzu is a crazed Sagittarius. Have you seen these men? They just want it all. Must be the influence of Jupiter. Zeus was definitely vibing that way. And yes, Yuzu has borderline unhealthy gold medal thinking in bed. He wants to be not just good but damn good with pleasing you. If you don’t have a good time and head home without an orgasm, he’ll consider himself a failure. Yuzu won’t cut himself any slack there. You’d have a hard time changing his ways into something more chill and moderate. Instead, you will see the benefits of rolling with it once you see how improvement fuels him and does make sex really mindblowing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Couldn’t do things like slapping you, spanking. Yuzu makes for a terrible daddy dom, it’d not suit him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cum-dripping oral mess, Yuzu is the brave kind. Totally into it, and can’t resist a good blowjob. Will act different afterwards, there’s a lot of erotic tension. “This evening again?” is what those eyes are saying.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Outstanding kinesthetic intelligence. Every inch of his body follows his intent, and yours if you have him take on certain ways of kneeling. Yuzu can do it all, whatever you want. Tantalizing, moderato, overwhelmingly fast. He can take it, he can portray it. And knows the value of a pause like a true connoisseur. Not just when he wants to prevent cumming early, also just because the moment is right. That’s why cockwarming is a staple, as well as you having him wait patiently for kisses. To top it off: If you give him a blowjob, building up the tension by doing nothing is damn effective. The ruined orgasms you’re gonna give him... delicious.

Everything’s gonna have nice transitions as well, no awkward climbing and rolling and tangling limbs. If he gets something from another room that you need, no slouching. The university course as good as the extracurricular activities. Being inconsistent with any subsidiary details? Not in the Hanyu household, he’s keeping it classy. Yuzu feels like if he makes the bridges to new positions even remotely messy, the feeling is killed and it’s as if he’d break character mid-skate. Although he’ll have to practice and refine and test a lot of things because he’s not super experienced and adapting to your own movements is an individualized thing to do, he’s a masterclass of quality, period.

Even when things get fast and heated, nothing feels off. Having that kind of body smartness also means: Yuzu learns by touch, whatever you do. He knows by the way you pull his hair what comes next. How much saliva drips off your tongue when you suck at his neck, he knows how hard you’ll to ravage him in five minutes. This guy observes things you aren’t even conscious of because his physical understanding is just so fine-tuned.

The sense of rhythm, and every skating programme of him will showcase that, unbeatable. Unless his mood is really impacted by something severe, your guy feels it in every bone. He’s an artist, after all, he listens to music all the time. Dissecting rhythms to turn them into movement is what his line of work is all about. The pace will always fit the mood. Everything is precise, but never crude. Instead, the way he moves is dictated by an inherent flow. With little accents that match right with any thrust, like putting his hands on your sides when you’re on top of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hit it Shakira: Whenever, wherever! He seemingly carries an entire condom factory with him. Or, to be more exact: At least three of them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This one’s a complicated case. Yuzu being reckless on the ice may or may not mirror in your private life. He might need some downtime, so bring out the soft domme stuff. No trial and error stuff, just going through a routine of things you love the most. On the other hand, he always gives it all. This guy’s endurance at your hands is amazing. Advanced kinds of BDSM he will not feel deterred from at all. Rough toys, anal hooks, sounding, whips, why not is Yuzu’s motto. But then again. He has such a confusing mix of innocence and feeling like he’s completely hardcore. You might end up experimenting a lot, but also not daring the leap sometimes because the mood is different. And then rather go for softer hours, where Yuzu will be all shy shy and more bursting with excitement than ever. A good, interesting mix is what I’m saying.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Yuzuru, once he gets a bit of practice to gauge the situation... Viagra on two legs, absolute unexpected powerhouse. You might end up pondering to work out a little and go for a run because this guy is in a consistently outstanding shape to say the least. Olympic athletes are literally hard to fuck with. And since Yuzu is starfishing sometimes (which is very adorable), or he’s in bondage for some time, that presents a further problem: For a second round, he’s full of energy, while you already spent energy. So, you alternate with who’s active, and the other leans back entirely. He has to remind himself since his body is programmed for it: This is no contest — the point is feeling good.

You might ride him reverse cowgirl all the way while you watch TV, and after the overstimulation fades he will eat you out ad nauseam, full course slobbering, sweeping the whole menu. That way, it’s less about keeping up with him, which would be hard for most people not doing sports at his galactic level. He understands, Yuzu knows he’s not normal in that regard, you don’t have to worry. Some exercise still doesn’t hurt, just to further increase the quality of sex anyway.

Then again: Why go jogging and do some laps wasting valuable together time when Yuzu’s lap is the best workout? And running doesn’t guarantee your stamina in bed is perfect even if it does help. You rather wanna manage how to draw out the arousal. It’s a self-control thing, with the goal of having you match up in every aspect as good as you can. In which case, you can count on him to pull it off: Have you seen Yuzu doing jumps side by side with a bunch of female skaters? Copy paste. This guy knows how to synchronize with the ladies.

Something that has to be mentioned beside that, though. Yuzu has asthma since 2 years old, and it’s often a mind thing to him still these days. He doesn’t let it stop him from sleeping with you because as always, he’s not letting anything get in his way. He has learned to live and thrive with it. But you both have to mind the possibility of an attack, he prevents it with inhalers, and the mood plays a crucial role. Yuzu being comfortable and confident is so important to his breathing, and keeping a good rhythm rather than being chaotic in bed. So, you will plan most of your sexual activities rather than improvising. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Would stuff an entire sex shop into his every available orifice. Yuzu is a toy freak, he wants to try everything. Motto: a new one every day. Well, almost. But he can afford it. Buys stuff he uses solely on himself, things you use on him, things he uses solo and you use on him, and as the cherry on top, every possible high end vibrator on the market for you. Any size, too. This bitch will browse through the latest innovations, prepare to get off. He’s obsessed with seeing you use it on yourself. Yuzu owns a separate phone just for videos of you buzzing your clit, and him fingering you for minutes and minutes. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Extremely so. Loves to be a total brat only to get put into his place. He does it so you’ll pull the chin grab on him. He likes getting choked out as a punishment as well. Yuzu also tends to be very around the corner if you will when it comes to soft subbing, he lays over expecting cuddles but doesn’t say so. Buds his head against your chest, nuzzles, and so on. Lighter forms of teasing come to him very easily. Loves to prompt. Roughhousing, banter, favorite thing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud because his voice is very very light, but unsurprisingly — he’s just beautiful. What a nice tone. Gorgeous whimpering sounds. And when you go hard on him, voice cracks! And really heavy breathing. What’s gonna be the most striking though is his expressiveness. We know it from the ice and interviews, and he can really amp it up even further. No need for screaming, that face will speak the volumes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You’ll be blessed with him if you have a huge crying kink. Yuzu definitely opens the waterworks every other week in bed. Happy tears, horny tears, relief tears, aftercare tears, orgasm tears, masochist tears, romantic tears, subspace tears, he has it all. He also begs for the type of pain that makes it stream down his face for minutes. He’s touchy-feely all the way and feels like he can really connect with you that way.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His ass twitching is kind of a spectacle, but I don’t have to tell you, do I. Yuzu has muscles for the gods in there. So voluptuous, you can’t call it any other way. Big booty boyfriend, Jesus you can show him off, he loves it. Around the house, he will flaunt them big ole athlete buns in particular, acting like it’s unintended. Um, Yuzu, those are joggings. Smack it, he is sure to moan. 

And may I respectfully mention as well — this guy has some major big ass balls figuratively and literally. How else would someone be motivated to jump a triple axel like it’s nothing. Not kidding, they’re big and round and ugh. His love for tight pants doesn’t help. He knows what your eyes like and dresses just to flex the goods. Screams for more spanking and pinching if you ask me. Yuzu is definitely serving it. Well-endowed, you lucky girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mega horny, ready when you are. On a scale from zero to hundred? Breaching into the 90 percent right there. Yuzu’s hormones are literally insane. On paper he’s 26, but his dick wants the 18th birthday party. Jesus is he gonna be clingy when he’s in the mood. All wrapped around you in a backhug in the kitchen or when you iron a costume of his, and that’s sexy of him. He’s not gonna hide what’s filling out those sweatpants. He’ll desperately grind up against you like it’s Christmas.

Paired with his puppy eyes and little “Do you have some time... I’ll iron this tomorrow” — instant pounce. He’s admittedly a bit hard to keep up with sometimes, though. The reason: With that level of exercise, he has major pent-up energy. That machine is definitely running. Heavy sports changes your hormones, nervous system, and especially blood flow. Now take that to the scale of his performances and regimens? That equals a firework of horny. No wonder he masturbates all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes some time. He cools down, sweats it out, chugs water. However, don’t underestimate how tired Yuzu can already be. His daily routines and competitions have a toll on him. Ironically, he’s not a deep sleeper, however. Yuzu might toss and turn and have sudden energy bursts, or ideas, or gets hungry. So, he needs his plushies, he needs a weighted blanket, warm pajamas, a hot cup of his favorite warm drink, a light snack, and you by his side. Spooning him excessively and sometimes even humming to him. Yuzu looks like a certified angel on his pillow, his well-deserved rest from everything is so important, too.

NOTE - hope i could indulge you, thank you for reading!

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[neitherlightnordark]

Queen trying to parent Lancer post ch2?

The gentle piano of Castle Town drifted over their garden, and the dark leaves bent with it. All Susie could hear was the wind.

The two worked at the westmost cliffside garden in silence for a while. It was a silence that inched into a stilted camaraderie; Queen floated off in her chair whenever Susie shuffled towards her to give her room to plunge the next stake in a flowerpot, and vice versa.

Susie decided that gardening was... alright. It wasn’t at all like creating music, like Lancer had said it was; but settling into a rhythm and getting blue-gray clay and dirt on her arms and using all her strength to set a stake just right was kinda satisfying. And it made him happy talking about it, too, so maybe she’d come out here at night when she couldn’t sleep to hiss at any Virovirokun and Ambyu-lances that came to steal seedlings.

“Susie?” Queen suddenly called from across the garden.

“UH, yeah?” Susie frantically patted down her fluffed-out feathers and dropped her remaining stakes, turning her head 270° to look. Dammit, man, that wasn’t subtle! she thought.

Queen cut a solemn figure across the way, sitting on her chair of throne, her clam-shaped bucket hat flopping over her visor and her cheek resting on one of her fists as she misted. “Hey Susie Why Did You Come Here To Garden With Me?”

“...Uhh??”

“Lancer Must Have Told You Beforepaw He’d Be Busy With Rouos, And Those Funny Little Band Guys” Queen’s visor warped quizzically to her right. “And From What I Gathered Earlier / You Do Not Yet Like Me Enough To Spend Time With Me Without Proper Incentive, Right?”

Susie chewed on her smile, feeling sweat prickle on her neck. “What gave you that idea?”

“I Have A List Of Supporting Evidence Actually / An... Extensive One / But It Is Not Relevant” A few flashes of recordings evidently taken in Cyber World cycled rapidly through Queen’s visor. “Distinctly Lacking Relevancy / Not Important In Any Way”

“...did you... wanna give me proper incentive, or something...?” Susie couldn’t help but bare her teeth at the thought. “Because, uh, that’s FINE— you don’t have to—”

“I Do Not Wish To Muddle Your Original Intentions With My Own / It’s Just That / You May Tell Me Why OK?”

“Why what??”

Queen floated over the rows of greenery and began descending next to Susie. “Why Did You Come Down Here? / ...Did You Want To Talk With Me About Something? / We Can... Get It Over With / Whenever You’d Like / Also If You Wanted To Spy On Me For Seam That’s Cool Too Dude”

“.........”

“........................”

Susie stood, shoving her fists in her pockets, and swallowed. “...wanted to talk to you ABOUT Lancer, actually.”

Queen’s chair halted midair. “OK Hit Me Susie”

Susie bent down to pick up the stakes she’d dropped. “Queen, do you really wanna be Lancer’s mom?”

“...” Queen made a processing sort of whirr. “What?”

“Do you really wanna be Lancer’s mom so bad, Queen?”

“Of Course??” Queen’s smile was blankly bewildered. “The Heck Kind Of Question Is That I Have Already Signed The Legal Papers / They Were Of Course Fabricated By Swatch And Lancer Working Together Who Do You Take Me For / But I Think That Makes It Even More Legitimate—”

“Okay, cool. You knew him for, what.” Susie straightened up, leveled her gaze at Queen. “Three minutes? Five?? Before deciding you were his mom?”

“Well I Have Known Lancer For A / Sufficient Amount Of Time By Now / And Have Learned: / His Food Preferences / His People Preferences / His Funny Turns Of Phrase Preferences / The Games Th—”

“You didn’t know him,” Susie said, twitching.

Queen turned her full attention upon her. “Is There / Something Wrong With That?”

Susie stabbed a stake into the next flowerpot. “You walked right in and decided he was your responsibility, huh—?”

“He Can Be Lots Of People’s Responsibilities” Queen floated after her, taking care to adjust the slightly crooked stake. “I Just Decided To Add Myself To The Famed Lancer Dad Pile / The More People That Care About Him The Better Right?”

Susie looked down, rubbing dirt off her knuckles.

“Right Susie?”

Susie plunged the stakes into the soil and turned to face Queen. “...Is Lancer just... another chance for you?”

“??? Bro?”

“You KNOW what I’m talking about!” Susie stabbed a claw right at Queen’s face, accidentally smacking a ripe tomato off its vine. “A chance for you to do the right thing! Right??? A do-over?”

Queen’s visor dipped into exquisite confusion. She reached down to pick up the tomato Susie had swiped off, and then winced, sitting back up in her chair and expanding her knee layers to peer into them. “Susie If It’s Okay Could You Get That For Me”

“...sure.” Susie bent down and set the tomato in Queen’s outstretched palm. “Here.”

Queen caressed the tomato’s uneven surface with her free hand. “Susie Do You Not Trust Me With Him?”

“...” Susie ground her teeth. “...he... likes being around you, I guess.”

Queen’s smile twitched at its edge, just the tiniest bit, as she poked a claw into her knee. “Do You Not Trust Him Then?”

“I trust him!” Susie nearly slapped the tomato away again, whipping her claw back in Queen’s face. “That’s— shut UP, of course I do!! That’s not the problem!”

“Then What Is The Problem?” Queen’s voice was somehow entirely genuine as she uncrossed her knee.

“I—” Susie hesitated. “I don’t— I.”

She realized her shoulders were shaking from how tight she was holding them, and sagged, letting her arm drop.

“Look. I just want him to be okay,” she muttered, hating how crumpled her words sounded (hating herself for Queen’s expression beneath her stupid novelty clam hat). “...And you— you might be another... him.”

“Another... Lancer?”

Susie gripped her elbows and looked away. “...never mind,” she said eventually.

Queen looked out, over the garden. “He Was That Bad, Huh?”

“...”

“Lancer Has Never Mentioned Anything Of The Sort”

Susie’s head snapped up. “You—”

“No No I Believe You” Queen rested her cheek on her fist again, brow wrinkling. “Why Would You Lie About This?”

Susie winced and looked away again.

Queen’s inner circuitry whirred; she reached out, and set the tomato on Susie’s head with utter gentleness.

(Susie opened her mouth, and decided to close it.)

“Susie” Her chair whirred a little lower to Susie’s eyelevel. “You Are A Nice Girl / Did You Know That”

Susie swallowed. “Uhh, I’m just...”

“You Are Trying” Queen’s face was... tentative. “I Think That’s / Sweet / And Also / I Guess / You Have Ample Reason To Be Worried?”

She laughed. “But I Promise On My Circuits I Won’t Roboticize Lancer’s Face Unless He Asks Me To LOLLL”

“Uhh, okay.” Susie cough-laughed too. “That’d be great. Because... that was stupid of you. And kind of... scary.”

“...Yeah / It Was Very Stupid Of Past Me” A dazzling grin. “Thank Goodness Present Me Is Here And Much Less Stupid”

“Yeah,” said Susie, awkwardly smiling a little. “Heh...”

“Oh Speaking Of Present Me It Appears We Are Almost Done With Our Chores / How Wonderful! I Missed Feeling Accomplished”

Queen looked back at Castle Town, to the east, and then back at her. “Um Susie / To Alleviate Your Concerns / Would You Like To Talk With Lancer And Rougles About This? / Our Sitch? / I Will Help You Figure Out How / I Am Skilled In Both Conflict Escalation And Resolution / ...It’s OK You Can Ruminate It Over While We Stab In These Remaining Stakes”

“But I’m not part of—” began Susie, faltering.

“SHh Sh ShS h SHSHs Sh” said Queen, scooping the tomato off Susie’s head with care and passing it to her. “Don’t Question It Sweetie You’re In This Hole With Us Whether You Acknowledge It Or Not”

Susie looked down at the tomato, mostly bewildered, as Queen floated away.

“...Okay, sure,” she said eventually, her smile growing just a little more as she shoved the tomato in her pocket and hurried after her with the stakes.

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week 3 day 1: love

BIG big thanks to @exciting-snail-fact for beta reading this for me. love you so so much winter

#queen #susie #queencember #safeutdr #deltarune #i borrowed a book called EPIC tomatoes from the library and planned to use my knowledge from it in this #and then tomatoes didn't factor into the main plot at all #which is sort of a relief because if i had two fanfics where queen went through emotions and fruit was prominently featured... #well i do not want to think about the fallout that would follow (no fallout would follow but it would be very funny) #if you ever want a tomato fact just drop into my inbox <3 #the tomato focused on in this fic- a ferris wheel tomato!

[h2bakugou]

Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes ok!! So then can I request present mic? Doing anything??? No I’m kidding I do actually have a prompt. I was thinking abt mic’s radio show and specifically, if he had an s/o who wrote music. Bc u know he would help them produce it and then play it nonstop on air aaaaaa

a/n: yes!! present mic love!! i love him so much i swear! <3 he has my heart dkdkmn this is such a cute request please- i apologize for the late posting!!

summary: you're an ambitious, gleeful, songbird at heart, and though you're quirkless, you've captivated the heart of the music-loving, radio show hosting, loud, sweetheart, present mic!

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.3k

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You started as an intern. A beaming smile on your lips most days, always happy to be in the studio with Mic when he was teaching you the ins and outs of radio hosting.

You'd majored in music business, the end goal in mind of writing and releasing your own music, though most of your plans had fallen through, the only opportunity to get you back on your feet after college being this deal you couldn't pass up.

Co-hosting with Present Mic on his own radio show.

The offer had actually been given to you by one of your superiors at the studio you worked at, having seen your optimism when it came to writing music and your love of music in general.

They wished you good luck and would always welcome you back if things didn't go so well. But you kept your head up high and marched into that studio ready to take on the world alongside the loud blonde.

And down the line, three years later, you were surprised to say the least.

"Your coffee as usual." Hizashi sets down the patriotic blue U.A. thermos sent out to the teachers at the beginning of the year. Since you'd practically moved in 'unofficially' with Mic, unofficially because you weren't technically allowed to stay due to the fact you didn't work for the school, rather employed by Mic himself in his private studio, but you were the tiny exception since you did technically work in the school.

"Thanks! Hey, I was wondering if you could check this new thing I've been working on and give me some criticism, it's just a rough draft, the lyrics just kind of came to me after a shot or two at Vlad's birthday party the other night." You giggled as you tossed him the flash drive containing your latest project, the sensitive information contained on the tiny disc landing in the palm of your boyfriend's hands.

"Another song? You're blessing my ears so early in the morning. I'm dreaming! Pinch me!" He teases. Mic's been the biggest supporter of your music since he overheard the pipes you had.

You'd had that kind of night the second week of your internship, battling the oncoming hangover after drinking with your cool new pro-hero teacher friends, your thoughts turning to lyrics as you worked in the studio, the only light being the small lamp on the side Mic kept when he worked late too.

He'd forgotten his room keys in the studio again, something you realized he did often and as he stopped by to pick them back up, that's when he heard you. You sounded so angelic, almost as if you were some sort of angel.

At first, he thought maybe it was just a recording or some sort of dare he say, Melodyne filter while you were messing around in the mic at night.

But you weren't. Your authentic voice shell-shocked him, and he sort of listened to you the entire night until you nearly pissed your pants turning around and seeing him.

“Yeah, it’s nothing special really-” You’re back to reality as Mic quickly has his headphones over his ears, a large grin on his lips as he listens, his fingers tapping away to the beat already.

You work on other tasks, filtering through requests and putting them in the queue while Mic listens to your song, his heart pounding. You were so talented and he’d wish you’d give yourself a bit more credit. You have what it takes to make it big, and he’d support you every step of the way.

“You know with this and the other tracks you have, you’d have enough to push out an EP. All you need is a bit of marketing and producing, and I’d be more than willing to help!” Mic smiles, wheeling over to you, pressing an encouraging peck to your cheek.

“It sounds great, but who would wanna listen to what I write?” You giggle, toggling an advertisement as you glance over at the blonde.

“How about this, You let me help you, I’ll spread the trial around here at work and if it gets good reviews, we publish.” Hizashi is nothing short of persuasive, and for the rest of the week he has you in his studio, adding layer after layer, fine-tuning and weeding out bits of the collection of songs you’d written until you have an EP.

Long nights fueled by coffee, water, and tea, and takeout eventually land you with the very first copy of your own EP. 

In your hands, it’s palpable. It’s real. It doesn’t have any cover art, or a title, let alone who sang it, but Mic hands you a sharpie and you feel this fire coursing through your veins.

You feel more than accomplished.

You scribble some title down that you’d work on later and messily sign your name for Mic to make copies and then throughout the next week, you’ve got dozens of messages flooding your inbox telling you to drop it on some streaming platforms.

And the following night Mic is consoling your tears as you hit your first 100 streams. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He coos, kissing your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his kisses, patting you on the head.

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease him.

“Says you! You named an entire song after me.” Mic huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if ‘my beloved’ was about Marty?” You giggle. Marty, the sparkly, beautiful, elegant, beta-fish you’d adopted as the studio mascot swam around in his tank, decked out with super cool aquatic music themed stuff.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mic laughs, his long blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders. 

“Your hair always looks so nice down.” You snuggle into him, your fingers twisting around the ends. Hizashi shakes his head and stares down at you.

“And you’re as radiant as ever, my love.” Hizashi pulls you into him, snuggling his head into your neck, placing a gentle kiss to your skin as he holds you near to him.

“Do you sing, ‘Zashi?” You ask quietly.

“No comment.” Mic giggles, his laughs tickling your skin.

“Would you work on a song with me?” You ask sweetly.

“I would love to.”

Callers chime in every so often for requests, since Mic loves to annoy the listeners by playing your EP track by track almost daily. You have to knock some sense into him telling him that there’s a quota to fill and while you love how he supports you, you’ve got them stuck in your head too.

And when you play them every so often, your heart warms when someone requests one of yours to play. Even more so, when your songs rise to much more notable fame, you’re working on your own album, with the lovely producing of Mic, and it even features a lovely duet between the two of you.

In fact, something you’d found out with having so many connections to pros, was the amount of hidden talent.

You’d requested a song with Kyoka Jiro, the beautiful voice you’d heard at the school festival had belonged to her and you’d been wanting to work with her since she also shared a love for music, and though she was young, she seemed rather happy to sing, even if she might’ve been shy about it first.

An unlikely duo might’ve come from a dare, Hawks. While he was rather against the idea at first, his voice was smooth and mellow, and it clashed with yours perfectly for some sort of sappy anti-romantic love song. Whatever the case, it made charts. 

But Mic continued to be your biggest supporter, no matter how or if you got big. You’d always find your way back into his arms, messing around with him on the radio show, and dodging paparazzi whenever you two left campus.

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ೃ pairing: (village prince! katsuki bakugo x princess mononoke! reader)

ೃ  tags: princess mononoke au! studio ghibli au!

ೃ warnings:  mild use of weapons and strong language

ೃ part 1/2  of the princess mononoke! au

ೃ word count 4.119 words

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ೃ  Loosely based off of Princess Mononoke! Not necessarily a word for word retelling/alternate universe. You can read on without any prior knowledge of this beautiful Studio Ghibli film. Hope you enjoy!

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 ೃ Katsuki Bakugo is the righteous yet arrogant village prince of the east. The entire village relies on him for protection and for guidance, further inflating his ego. however, after a cursed boar attacks him and the curse is passed on to him as a poisonous mark on his arm, slowly consuming him until he becomes a demon himself. he is exiled without hesitance from his village and is to go on a journey to look for a cure, a journey he might never come back from. With the help of two of his most trusted allies, he embarks on a journey to look for the gods of the forest in where he meets a girl (just as striking as him) who brings him back down to earth, saves him and make him experience a true life worth living.

“Damn this life.” Katsuki curses under his breath, rolling up his sleeves, and collecting clear water from the riverbend and transferring it into his jar.

“Hey! This isn’t that bad!” Eijiro Kirishima, son of the second in command to Katsuki’s mother, his most trusted ally and #2 most annoying fucker on this planet, cheekily grins, patting the blonde on the back. “We’ve gone through worse things in the past. And yet here we are! We’re still alive! Aren’t we?”

“Yea! We’ll find the forest gods soon! Offer food for them and hopefully they give us a cure! This is going to be easy!” Denki Kaminari, another one of his most trusted allies, grandson of one of the wise elders, and #1 most annoying fucker on this planet, reassures his friend whilst aimlessly fixing the saddle on his elk.

Why did life have to be like this?

Who did Katsuki Bakugo infuriate from high above to have this tremendous bad luck and fate be put upon him? All he wanted was to live a noble life as a village prince, have his mother pass down her position of power onto him, become the new village chief, live a life of prosperity, help his people, and then pass away with no regrets. But life just had to do this to him no?

After an unexpected attack of a raging cursed boar consumed by black slithering enigmas in the hills of Mustafu village, the handsome village prince was the only one able of combat who was around the vicinity at the time. He had no choice but to hurl himself in front of the boar, shooting one of his famed  arrows, sharper than most and one of the best in his arsenal.  The boar had met its demise by his hands. However, not without getting revenge at Katsuki, by passing its curse onto him. The black ooze slithering onto his arm before the animal had fully perished.

That was the worst day of his life.

As the son of the village chief and as one of the most well-known individuals in his tribe, how was he supposed to react?

Katsuki had always been number one. Never once slipping to loss or to failure. Never getting injured. Never letting his guard down. Never disappointing his parents. Never losing his pride nor his mighty personality.

He was the paragon of success.

But, sometimes, the best people feel lost and useless too.

The fact that his mother had easily let go of him, have the wise villager elders speak ill of him and banish him, having to leave everything he had loved and worked hard for, lose his position as a prince, and have the people of his village look at him in abhorrence and disgust, had ended up becoming the most painful experiences he ever had to go through in his entire life.

Leaving quietly at the dead of the night with no proper goodbyes but a brief hug, gift of a good luck charm from his mother, and the willing accompaniment of his two most trusted friends (although he would not like to admit the appreciation he has for them, he was very grateful) on this fruitless journey… He could never have it any other way.

What kind of life was he even going to lead from here on forth?

He didn’t want to stop believing. He didn’t want to lose hope. This wasn’t like him. Katsuki Bakugo knew who he was. He knows how headstrong he is, how prideful, persevering, and how much of a smart-ass he is. He had no time to sulk and contemplate about his demise and what fate had in store for him.

Although, it would be nice if he could release all these pent-up emotions and frustrations at least once. Just once.

He just has no idea how to and who to open up to.

Putting his vulnerable emotions aside, he is going to defy his destiny and take down whatever may come his way.

Making sure no one was going to stop him from doing so.

“Let’s go.” Katsuki jerks his head, gesturing his party members to start walking to the other side of the forest.

“Wait… haven’t we gone there already?” Kaminari protests, not raising his voice nor overreacting because even he knew that Katsuki was on a bad mood as per usual. (With this being the second afternoon of their journey and because they have to leave their animal companions by the river due to how unstable the geographical and terrestrial properties of the forest were.)

Katsuki shoots him a glare, the other blonde clearing the lump in his throat in response. “Okay okay! Let’s go then!”

They quietly navigate through the forest, hearing nothing but the sound of their own feet stepping on the grass, crickets chirping, fireflies flying about, the towering trees swaying with the wind, and the calming yet lonely atmosphere of the woodlands to accompany them.

“Kirishima.” Bakugo calls out coldly. “Are you sure that this is the same forest depicted in the legends?”

“Positive.” Kirishima replies, nodding aimlessly whilst turning his head and taking in their surroundings. “If we spot some Kodama, that means we’re near the tree that stands alone.”

“Tree that stands alone?” Denki asks, tilting his head and sparking a discussion. “Also, what even is a Kodama?”

“You’re the grandson of a village elder yet you’re asking me?” Eijiro narrows his eyes at his other blonde friend. “Kodama are the little white spirits who live in trees. They don’t necessarily guide travelers but instead watch them. They only intervene if ever anything bad happens. If we see them appear then that means we’re close to the spiritual core of the forest. The tree that gives life.”

Yakushima Forest. Located in the southern region, is the settlement of the forest gods and the place where the oldest trees of Japan and those known to man stand strongly. The power and the spiritual energy stored in this wonderous and enchanting forest could only be seen and could only be discovered by heroes and travelers with a pure of heart as the forest was welcoming only to visitors with pure and selfless intentions. However, to those who wish to exploit it and to ruin its beauty will be punished heavily by the gods in the most gruesome ways possible.

Katsuki breathes out a hefty sigh, leading his two other friends who were happily following him from behind. There was this bizarre feeling of anxiety welling up inside him. He was not himself and he couldn’t tell why. All he could do was pretend to remain calm and collected…

He will find that cure.

He will be able to save himself and he will be able to come back to his village, victorious and free of the curse.

Bakugo stops in his tracks when they encounter another streaming river. His two companions almost bump into him with how abrupt he halted in his steps.

There was something amiss in the river.

It wasn’t a bad spirit nor was it some bad energy, but Katsuki could feel something.

There was someone else there.

And he felt that they weren’t exactly the friendly type who would help them.

“Bakugo-sama, why did we stop-“ Kaminari is hushed by his blonde friend before he could even have the chance to utter another word. Kirishima quickly picked up what Katsuki is trying to motion to them and proceeds to quietly scout around the area. “There’s a girl? Wolves too.” He whispers from behind a bush not far from where his friends were standing.

“Let’s go back to the nearby village. Stay at the inn there.” Bakugo whispers sternly, as if not wanting to hear any other remarks from his friends.­

“Wait! Bakugo, I know we’re near the tree. Why stop now!?” Kirishima fussed. He knew something was up. “We’re pretty close. We can just set up a fire here then-“

“I said let’s head back. Damn it.” Katsuki repeated his words. This time, in a sort of a growl. “If you don’t want to go back, feel free to die here if you want.” He starts treading back to the path where they came from. Denki looks at his red-headed friend worriedly, even he, of all people, had finally noticed that there was something wrong with their most beloved village prince. Kirishima nods at him cautiously, the two of them walking together behind Bakugo.

They quickly got back to the small village near the forest with no interruption, as the chit-chatter and the energy radiating between both Kirishima and Kaminari were low as Katsuki was in a even terrible mood, refusing to talk to any of them nor humoring their antics and small jokes.

They continue to spend the rest of their day in silence. With, Katsuki, immediately heading back to his quarters to rest whilst his two other companions remained outside to help some village folk and prepare dinner.

The village chieftain of the quaint settlement had a good relationship with Katsuki’s mother. They were good trade partners and the village chief wanted to do everything in their power to help Katsuki be free of the curse by the means of giving him a private inn to stay in and come back to whenever he and his friends would like to. It wasn’t much, but Katsuki needed all the help he could get on this otherwise hopeless quest. Even if he refused the said offers at first.

After another awfully quiet bonding time with Bakugo at dinner, the convivial duo had to break the silence. Denki had thought of the most wonderful idea of bringing up the topic of the girl who was accompanied by wolves in the forest. Because, hey, it’s a girl in the forest! What could possibly be weird about that?

“Hey! So about that girl that we saw…” Kaminari suddenly speaks up, nudging Kirishima in the arm, signaling him to answer his query. Bakugo barely looks up at the sound of his friend’s yapping, continuing to play with the food on his bowl. “Who do you think was she?”

“She’s most probably the wolf princess.” Eijiro shrugs casually, biting on a roasted corncob. “Yakushima forest is protected by the three animal gods whom we know by now as the forest gods. The Wolf goddess, The Gorilla king, and The Deer god. The Deer god being the most powerful of them all. There have been rumors and reports going around that the goddess had taken in an abandoned human girl, and was treated as one of their kin years ago. The girl holds pure resentment for her own kind and chooses to live in the Yakushima forest, taking down every single human who has negative intentions and evil plans for the land she lives in.”

“Well, if she’s that badass, then you shouldn’t call her a princess. She’s a queen!” Kaminari remarks, biting on his newly roasted corncob, listening eagerly to Kirishima’s tale. Bakugo looks up at Denki and the goofy blonde could have sworn he saw a small smile form on Katsuki’s face.

Kirishima laughs at his friend’s little quip, “You’re right. She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“You weirdos should get to sleep. We go back to the forest first thing in the morning.” Katsuki stands up from his seat, his hands in his pockets, grumpily trotting away to the inn.

“Oh.” Denki blinks. “That was faster than I thought. I didn’t expect him to be convinced so easily. Did you pull that story from your ass Kirishima-kun?”

The red-haired teen shook his head. “Nope. All of that was real.”

“For real? You’re not joking?”

“Yup.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Goodnight then!” The other blonde leaves his seat, patting Eijiro in the arm before leaving and going back to his quarters.

Kirishima looks up at the glistening night sky, a few stars present in the sky to greet him a wonderful night, the boy hoping he would find an answer amongst the stars. “May the gods help us in our adventure.” He breathes a hefty sigh, closing his eyes. After a few more minutes of praying for guidance, he puts out the fire and retreats back to his room.

The night passes by quickly, another day of their adventure waiting to unfold.

“Don’t you dare come back here you disgusting prince.”

“No one wants him here! Got it? Let him go on this adventure and never come back!”

“He’s just a burden. To be cursed by an animal as simple as a boar? Pathetic.”

“Useless vermin.”

“Banished forever? How sad.”

“A prince falling from grace? Predictable.”

The voices of the village people echo in his head.

These were words from them that he was not meant to hear. Ones that he accidentally heard before leaving that same night. These were the words that will haunt him forever.

He, Katsuki Bakugo, of all people, would let all these horrid, vile, and false words get to him?

These were the same words with the same meaning that he’s heard hundreds and hundreds of times from different people, yet it never got to him. He chose to ignore them.

But, why now? What was going on?  Why was he feeling this way?

Katsuki awakens at the dead of the night. Beads of sweat falling from his temples, his breath hitched and his body aching. He was not himself right now and this intense feeling of uneasiness and torment confirmed it. Although, he wanted to keep this to himself. He didn’t want anybody else to know what he was feeling. He could overcome this on his own. He could do this all on his own.

“I’ll show them.” He continues to breathe at a fast pace, still a bit shocked by the nightmare he had just seen. “I’ll fucking show them that I am the prince of the Mustafu tribe.” He props himself up from his sleeping mat, reaching for his neatly folded clothes beside him. “And nothing’s going to change that.”

Katsuki begins to get dressed, feeling nothing but anger and determination running through his veins. He puts on his grey vest and wraps his red cape onto his back. He continues to put on his ensemble when a sudden rush of pain begins to throb in his arm. Bakugo’s immediate reaction is to curl up, holding his stomach to try and ease the pain.

The curse was acting up again, reacting to the anger and negative emotions that Katsuki was feeling right now. The blonde winces in pain, kneeling down on the floor to take a hold of his arm that was manifesting a glowing blue and black aura. His muscle continues to throb and he could do nothing but hold it down and take in all the pain until it eventually goes away.

After several minutes of resisting and trying to ease the pain by thinking of more positive and enlightening thoughts, the throbbing suddenly stops. Bakugo goes back to breathing at a normal pace. He rests for a few minutes, making sure that his body was functioning properly once more before he quickly heads out of his private room to head to back to Yakushima forest, searching for answers. He didn’t have time to wait for Kirishima and Kaminari anymore. He was growing impatient, and hearing the haunting words of his village people circling in his head fueled his will power to get this whole ordeal done and head back home.

It was finally the end of another day protecting the forest.

You were about on your daily patrol with the wolf goddess and your wolf siblings, when you encounter three young men who looked like they were lost in the woods. You immediately assumed that they were looking for the tree of life. But they weren’t like the others. They weren’t finding it for selfish reasons. They were looking for it in hopes to find a cure for a curse. That’s what their auras were trying to show at least.

One of those men particularly piqued your interest.

He was… handsome? Was that the word that humans used?

He had ash blonde hair that spiked upwards at all angles, passionate red orbs that gave him such a striking appearance, as if he could hold up the world in his hands. Calloused hands that had taken a part in many battles, a muscular build like that of a noble warrior, a shining sword just as big as him and an arrow that he looked like he was adept at using.

Yet despite your observations, there was this mysterious air around him that you just couldn’t understand.

“(Y/N)? Dear? Is anything wrong?” The elegant white wolf goddess, Moro, calls out to her human daughter, with a worried look.

“I saw 3 dorks by the riverbend on our patrol a while ago.” You say rather jokingly, trying to remember their faces. “I should have struck them down when I had the chance.” You shake your head, reaching for the knife in your skirt and grasping it.

“How so?” The goddess twitches her ear, as if raising an eyebrow at you. “Did you feel any bad spirits within them? Any emotional aura? I told you to do that before attempting to attack anyone remember?”

“There was this particular man among them who had strong energy. He was radiating a gloomy yet aggressive energy. Like that of a person hiding their true emotions to remain strong and brave to the outside world. I kind of felt sorry for him.” Your voice trails off as you nestle your body next to the wolf goddess, along with your siblings who were cuddled up next to you too.

“Why don’t you go check up on him then?” Moro replies casually, as if teasing you. You raise your head up, feeling a tint shade of pink appear on your cheeks.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

A shrieking noise began to ring in your ears, signaling that a human has entered the forest. You quickly rise up from the bed of leaves you were sleeping in. Running out of the cave, you gallop down a slope and sprint your way to the foot of the forest. The spirits guiding you to where you needed to go.

You feel the hostile energy yet again.

Could it be the young man from earlier?

When he enters your field of vision, you climb up the nearest tree to get a clearer look at him from above and from afar.

He still had the same expression plastered upon his face since this afternoon. An irritated and scornful look, yet there was kindness in his eyes that you couldn’t describe.

It wasn’t the kindness that you would see from the eyes of a regular person but it was a kindness that was combined with a desire to protect the people around him. It was different and oddly comforting.

You continue to observe his every move, waiting for him to mess up or try to hurt the magical properties of the forest before you confront him to ask why the hell was he even roaming around in the forest, in the middle of night like a fluffy dog.

Katsuki noticed you standing on the tree-tops.

You weren’t exactly the greatest hide and seek player.

However, he chose to shrug you off and ignore you as he continues to look for traces of spiritual energy that could lead him to the tree of life.

Based on the stories that Kirishima had told, he was actually a bit surprised by your appearance. He couldn’t make out your face with the mask that you were wearing but he noticed your mildly disheveled hair, the ragged clothes you had on, a cape made of white fur and a necklace adorned with three fangs hanging on your neck. From that alone, he knew you were a princess. Not your conventional princess per se with all the jewelry, intricate headpieces and beautiful dresses but, the presence that you have has sort of a dignified feel to it. You might not look like the part but you embodied everything that a princess should be. Headstrong, intelligent, confident in her beliefs, and never afraid to stand her ground.

That’s what Katsuki thinks at least.

With all the stories that Kirishima had recited about the Yakushima forest, you were one of the most interesting bits.

Katsuki Bakugo was enthralled by you in more ways than one.

You were a mysterious enigma that he had to unravel.

You were getting a bit tired of watching him aimlessly roam around the forest. He was absolutely going nowhere which is funny because he didn’t strike you as a person who had no sense of direction. In an alternate universe, he’d probably be kidnapped by some villain or bad guy if he continued to be reckless like this, just walking around without a care in the world.

You spoke too soon.

You barely dodge a sharp arrow that pierces through a tree. It wasn’t from the young man you were watching but from someone else. Thieves. two of them.

You forgot that you weren’t able to sense other humans entering the forest if you focus on a particular one. It completely slipped your mind that there would still be sick individuals who would try and attempt to find the riches of the forest despite the many incidents happening time and time again warning humans to not enter the Yakushima Forest if they want to explore it for their own selfish desires.

You hastily jump down onto the ground, releasing a flurry of punches and kicks at the thieves, knocking 2 of them unconscious. You thought that the fight was over until you hear agonizing screams from the other side of the forest.

You quickly sprint your way there, hoping nothing serious had happened and no one was hurt in the process.

You arrived in a secluded area, tall trees covering the sun or the moon for the light to seep into, resulting in a dark and gloomy atmosphere.

You stop in your tracks when you notice six thieves unconscious on the ground too. You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when you notice that the boy was panting heavily, injuries and deep wounds were present all around his body. He was terribly injured. He stares at you for a few seconds before collapsing onto the ground.

You grit your teeth, approaching him with a scornful look. “You’ve wasted your life by getting in my way!” You sheathe his blade from it’s scabbard, pointing it directly to his chest. Katsuki’s chest rises up and down, a sign showing that he was breathing normally but was at the brink of unconsciousness.

“I’ll cut your throat! That will shut you up!”

“You’re beautiful…”

He mumbles, his eyes fluttering open, making intense eye contact with yours.

You suddenly feel your heart race, thumping loudly. You pull the sword away and jump away from him. You were taken aback by his words because of how he caught you off guard just like that. Who gave him the right to do this to you? Who was he in the first place?

Why did he make you feel all these soft and mushy feelings right now?

Who gave him the right to do this to you?

A human being? 

A feeling sparking in your chest...

Is this what humans  call love?

-        To be continued.

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