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skipper1331 · 1 month

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Spider // Alexia Putellas

a/n: inspired by a tik tok I saw, but sadly can’t find anymore!

Early on in your relationship, you learned that Alexia wasn‘t afraid of anything - the complete opposite of you.

It was you who hid in the crook of her neck when you watched horror movies,

it was you who sent her downstairs when you heard some weird noises,

and it was you who had a night light on when she was away.

Seeing Alexia scared or frightened had never been on your agenda as you had tried to scare her multiple times already, her reaction always the same, "I know you‘re there" or "don‘t even try it, mi amor, I heard you"

But the one time you did see her scared was in a way you never expected it to be.

You stood in the kitchen as you debated on what to cook tonight.

You weren't the biggest fan of cooking nor the best at it, but since it was an unspoken rule that one night you would cook and the following day Alexia, you naturally stuck to it, especially when you knew that she had training until the evening.

So, as you leaf through the cooking book, you stopped at every recipe you knew Alexia enjoyed, checking if you had the ingredients.

With the music playing softly in the background and your daydreaming, you didn‘t realize that your girlfriend had entered the room. Silently, she walked up behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder while her arms looped around your midsection as she pulled you against her front, "what got you so distracted, mi amor?"

Your body tensed and froze - being frightened before you quickly melted into her embrace.

"I don‘t know what to cook" closing your eyes, you rested your hands over hers.

"What about some simple pasta?" she proposed as she started to press featherlight kisses along your neck, making you melt even further in her touch. In responds you nodded, turning in her grasp, "how was training?" you asked, putting your arms around her neck, the two of you swaying to the music.

Tiredly, she smiled "good but exhausting. I scored some goals"

"Something new" you teased, pinching her cheeks, grinning widely at her expression.

"Stop"

Biting your lip, "Hm? I‘m not doing anything. All I was saying was-"

Leaning in, the Catalonian locked your lips, preventing you from finishing your sentence. Immediately, butterflies erupted in your stomaches while your minds went blank, only focusing on each other.

"If it was always that easy to shut you up, hm?" the girl grumbled jokingly, pulling you back in. Kissing you would always be her favourite activity.

That girl was obsessed with and addicted to you - she could never get enough of you.

She loved kissing you,

she loved hugging and holding you,

she loved talking and listening to you,

she loved protecting and claiming you as hers,

she simply loved you.

After a few kisses, the midfielder excused herself to change into more comfortable clothes when all of sudden a hair-raising, terrifying and horrific scream came from upstairs - Alexia.

"Ale?!" you shouted, grabbing the nearest weapon - a fork.

Running to your bedroom with adrenaline pumping through your body, you prayed that she was alright.

Please let her be okay.

As you threw the door open - ready to fight whatever was behind it - your girlfriend stood on your shared bed, gripping the sleep shirt in her hand and screaming.

"Are you okay?! What‘s wrong?! Are you hurt?! Why are you screaming?!"

Alexia had a look of disgust and fear displayed in her features, "araña!"

At this point, you really should have continued your duolingo strike because you didn‘t understand what she was talking about at all.

"Spider"

She pointed to the wall, her body tense and slightly shaking.

Sighing in relief that it was nothing dramatic, you walked to the wall where she was pointing at, the spider not visible until you were one step in front of it.

"la araña is huge!"

"It‘s tiny" you laughed, shaking your head, putting down your 'weapon' "baby, I thought someone was in here"

"She is!"

"yes but she probably lives here" walking towards the bed, you held out one hand for her to take, leaving your guest alone "she does not pay any bills! She‘s not allowed to live here! Kill it" your girlfriend demanded, crossing her arms yet her eyes not leaving the gigantic monster, "I will not leave this bed until it‘s out of my house"

"Okay" you stated, walking towards the door, intending to get an item that would help you remove the spider.

"Where are you going?!" Alexia‘s voice shrilled, more fear appearing in her eyes.

"Getting a glass" your voice was calm and gentle, not wanting to stress out the footballer even more.

Which didn‘t seem to help.

"Why do you need to drink something now?! Kill the monster!" she panicked, "don‘t leave me alone in here"

"I want to-" you cut yourself off, there was no point in explaining what your plan was as everything seemed to freak out the Barcelona player. So instead of walking out of the bedroom, you walked towards her, offering your hand once again.

She clinged onto you, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist, arms holding you around your neck as she hid in the crook of your neck - something that had never happened before.

Roles were reserved - you were the protector and she was the one to be protected because the 'I’m never scared'- girl was in fact scared and very so.

Gently, you sat her down on the couch, pressing a kiss to her forehead before you got a glass and a piece of paper, heading back to your bedroom. You felt Alexia‘s eyes burning holes into back of your head until you were out of sight.

The tough girl was seriously afraid of a tiny tiny spider, somehow ironic.

When you arrived in the room, you walked towards the spot were the spider was - it wasn‘t there anymore.

Slightly in panic, (not afraid of the missing spider but your girlfriends reaction) you thought about what to do. Telling Alexia was definitely not an option and neither was searching for it. The spider was tiny and compared to your bedroom, it would take hours to find it, so there was only one option left: leaving the spider wherever it was and acting like you removed it.

And even though, you were the worst liar and you hated lying, was this an acceptable lie - after all, it was about her safety and peace of mind.

With a plan in mind, you headed to the bathroom. You knew Alexia would hear the flushing toilet and assume you killed the spider, exactly what you needed - for her to think the spider was gone forever.

All you could do now was to hope and pray that you would eventually find it and not her.

Making your way downstairs, Alexia waited patiently at the edge of the couch, "is it gone?" she asked.

"Yes, baby"

"Gracias amor" she got up, keeping her distance as the items the spider had touched were still in your hands.

She followed you in the kitchen where you threw away the paper, about to put the glass in the dishwasher, "what are you doing?!" the midfielder‘s eyes wide, voice high-pitched, "put the glass in the trash!"

"What? Baby, it’s perfectly fine"

"No no no, this will not stay in my house!"

You admitted defeat as you also threw away the glass. The lady needed her inner peace back.

"Maybe we should get some takeout tonight?" you proposed, taking her hand and walking in the living room.

"Sí, that‘s good"

The midfielder collapsed on top of you, hugging your figure as she pressed soft kisses along your jaw, "my hero" she smiled, finally interlocking your lips, showing her appreciation of protecting her. She purred every inch of love and affection into that kiss, thanking you yet also shutting you up as she knew you had a teasing comment resting on the tip of your tongue.

After puling away to catch some air, it left your mouth anyways, "never scared, hm?" you giggled, her cheeks turning red.

In responds, she just kissed you once again, the spider long forgotten as the touch of your lips made her forget everything in the world.

If the spider had still been there, you would have gotten rid of it to protect your girl and though, the plan had changed, the intention stayed the same, so you happily accepted the thank you and love you were getting at the moment.

next day

"AMOR!"

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starwalker3001 · 28 days

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Just a quick thing-

The way I discovered ghost is kinda cliche. I was having a terrible day, wasn’t feel good about myself so I just started mindlessly scrolling through tik tok, I wasn’t even watching the actual videos I was just lying in my back with phone in one hand I honestly felt like giving up back then. Then as I was crying I heard this beautiful guitar solo, I had never heard anything like it, it sounded so passionate and so emotional. I was immediately just transported to somewhere happier in my mind and I just laid there for a good 5 minutes just listening to it over and over. When I finally looked at my phone screen I just saw this guy wearing some sort of steam punk mask with white horns and a white guitar. I was… confused to say the least- I looked up what band this person was in and it was “ghost” I kinda knew who they were because at the time Mary on a cross was trending big I had never seen the actual band. I did a deep dive into ghost I found out about copia, the nameless ghouls, and all the lore surrounding the band, I listened to each song. The concerts all looked so much fun, they would actually interact with the crowd, playing rock paper scissors, throw out picks, they would even dance with the music! They looked genuinely happy to be on stage and I had never seen any music artist do that. I found out the name of the ghoul that i immediately fell in love with, dewdrop, the fire ghoul, also the lead guitarist he plays his guitar so passionately that even if he cut his finger and started bleeding he would still play! Every time I see him play the guitar I always just feel so inspired- while each ghoul is lovable in their own way and I love them all so much I just can’t help but favor dewdrop, he was the reason I discovered ghost in the first place. it has been my dream to go to a ghost concert, get in the front row, see dewdrop play the guitar, and get one of his picks, maybe even get ciriced by him! I do try to separate the ghoul from the man under the mask, because I’ve noticed how he doesn’t respond to sodo when on stage, he tries his best to conceal his identity when performing for ghost. So I call him dewdrop, or fire ghoul to make it simple. I will get to that concert. And I will get the pick,Call if wishful thinking- but I will get there one day and I may go deaf but it will be so worth it.

Thank you for changing my life Per💜

#dewdrop ghost #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #respite on the spitalfields #band ghost #ghost ghouls #the band ghost #ghost the band #gonst #my dreams #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv

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flxrartsstuff · 5 months

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Just your touch

LevixfemReader, 18+

Authors note: inspired by some nice AI Art I saw on Tik Tok. Levi is cleaning your wounds after a tough mission and taking care of you. This contains a little angst but as well smut, worshipping your body and taking what is his own.

She held on to the reins of her horse with her last ounce of strength, but was in danger of toppling forward at any moment. Her face and hands were all dirty and covered in small scratches and scrapes. You couldn't see it on her face, but she was still shaking with fear and staring into space as if distraught. You would think that a mission outside the walls was nothing new for the trained and experienced soldier. But it was every time. Because each time someone else died, each time a different soldier she had been talking to just a few minutes ago, fell victim to the Titans. It would be a lie to say that she was experienced enough by now. Because she certainly wasn't.

With great effort, she had dragged herself the few meters, brought her horse to rest and crept through the barracks in the late evening. Her legs were trembling and it felt as if she was going to collapse at any moment. She managed to make her way to the washrooms and ended up standing in front of the sink in her undergarments. Her reflection stared wearily at her in the bare candlelight. Suddenly she spotted another figure in the mirror, but didn't turn around and pretended she hadn't seen him. Instead, she took a wet washcloth and scrubbed her neck with it. Meanwhile, the shadow came closer and closer to her until she saw that it was none other than Levi.

»What are you doing?« he asked her as if he couldn't understand how she was scrubbing herself. The woman remained silent and looked down at the ground, somewhat embarrassed. It didn't bother her that he saw her out of uniform in her white linen shirt, barefoot and with her hair tied up in a simple bun. Tiny strands stuck to the back of her neck.

»What does it look like?« she asked at some point and moistened the washcloth again. Just as she was about to scrub herself with it, he was already beside her and took it from her hand.

»It's not going to work out like that,« he grumbled and looked at her side profile. She braced herself against the sink with her hands, using the last of her strength she had left for the day. He was so close to her that she shivered every time his breath brushed against her skin. Without saying anything, he pulled his leather jacket off his shoulders, loosened the white tie around his neck and undid the first buttons of his shirt.

»What do you want, Levi?« she mumbled weakly and looked at him questioningly. But he didn't answer, grabbed her by the upper arms and turned her towards him. He moistened the cloth again, squeezed off the excess water and began to carefully wipe her arm. Their eyes met briefly and yet they spoke more than a thousand words. A brief "thank you" was not even close to saying how much she had needed his closeness. It was silent, only the dripping of the tap on the sink repeated itself like the ticking of a clock.

The cloth slid slowly and gently over her arm, as if he wanted to caress her skin, but he held back. He stroked one arm several times, then the other. Over her scratches and abrasions. He couldn't bear for anything to happen to her. That something should happen to that flawless skin. But he knew he couldn't stop it. As long as she was willing to fight for humanity, the worry and danger would hang over them both like a sword of Damocles.

He pulled her closer to him and wiped her neck with the cloth. His touch became gentler and yet more urgent. She sighed softly and lowered her shoulders.

»What's on your mind?«

»It's nothing,« she hastened to say immediately, out of sheer habit of appearing strong. But because he had known her long and well, she could no longer fool him. He paused, instructed her to turn around and reached for the hem of her undergarment. He gently pulled it over her body and head, exposing her thin figure to him. Now she was only wearing a pair of panties and a bra that had seen better days. Her back was covered in bruises when he stroked it with the washcloth. She winced, but immediately relaxed again. Instinctively, he snuggled closer to her as if to protect her and gently stroked her neck.

»Just let yourself go, Y/N. There's no one here you have to prove something.«

His voice was right by her ear, his breath tickling her sensitive skin, sending thousands of electric shocks through her body. He immediately noticed how she reacted and didn't let go of her at all. His fingers traveled down her back until they found the clasp of her bra. Since she didn't say anything, didn't resist or stop him, he opened it and gently stroked the straps over her shoulders as if her skin were soft porcelain. She sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes, losing herself more and more in his gentle touch. He snuggled up to her body, hugged her from behind and placed gentle kisses on her neck and shoulders. His hands wandered from her stomach up to her breasts.

»Yes...I will.« She moaned excitedly as his fingers circled around her nipples, massaging and teasing them until they became hard. A heat gathered between her legs and she felt a pleasant wetness spreading. She looked down at his elegant fingers, admiring how gently yet manly they kneaded her skin. Without letting go of her completely, he slipped his shirt off his shoulders and nestled his chest against her back, skin to skin.

»That's it...« his voice vibrated on her skin as he let his lips move from her shoulders to her neck. He turned her to the washbasin, pushed her slightly against it and ordered her to bend forward and look in the mirror at the same time. She gasped in surprise as he once again snuggled up to her from behind and she could more than clearly feel how hard he had already become.

»Oh fuck...« she hissed against the mirror. Her body began to surge, the heat spurting through every region. He rubbed himself against her from behind while his hand slid from her breast, down to her panties and disappeared into them. His fingers stroked her wet center longingly, circling her clit. She shuddered excitedly, moaned and whimpered softly.

»I'll take care of you, Y/N.« His promise was dark, promising. She met his gaze in the mirror and for a moment she thought his eyes were even darker than usual. Almost black. There was a lustful gleam in them that she had never seen before. She rubbed her hips against his fingers and moaned against her reflection, aroused by the fact of doing it so uninhibitedly. His fingers stretched her pussy, rubbing against it and spreading all her fluid over it. He let them slide in, first one and then two, while his thumb played around her clit with incredible agility.

»Oh yes, please. Please,« Her whimpering became louder and louder and more and more unrestrained. All the pressure wanted to be lifted from her, for a moment she wanted to let go of everything and surrender to this intoxication. His fingers moved faster and faster and her hips came towards them with increasing urgency. Her whole abdomen tightened with pleasure as her climax approached. She wanted nothing more than to finally come on his fingers.

»Levi…« she only whispered through half-closed eyes. He bit into her neck, licked the spot immediately afterwards and left a hickey. His voice was dark, almost a growl as he answered her, equally aroused.

»Cum on my fingers, Y/N. Just let go…«

She threw her head back, moaned loudly and let her orgasm roll over her. The pleasurable feeling rushed through her body like a bolt of lightning. Her juices spread over his fingers as her hips continued to grind against them. Only indistinct words came out of her mouth, which nevertheless showed him how good it was for her.

»Feeling better?« he asked her, grumbling as he looked at her in the mirror. She just nodded and breathed quickly. Her heart was beating wildly but she didn't have time to catch her breath. His hand was suddenly gone and he pulled her panties down in one fluid movement. He stayed close behind her, but when she heard the sound of his belt and the zipper of his pants, she realized what he was up to. She knew what was happening, but it still surprised her when she felt his hard length against her ass.

»Now it’s my turn. Look at yourself in the mirror, while we’re doing it.« He gripped her chin firmly with one hand and her hips with the other, forcing her to stay in this position and see the excitement and lust on her face as he took her from behind. He penetrated her wet pussy agonizingly slowly, stretching her to the limit and moaning as her body immediately reacted and shuddered.

»Fuck, you’re so tight.« he growled throatily and slowly began to move inside her. At first at a steady pace so that they could both get used to it and feel each other's pleasure. At some point, she could no longer hold back her screams and adapted to his movements. Her mouth was wide open, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes half closed as she accepted his every thrust.

»Look at yourself, I said. Look how beautiful you are.«

She did what he wanted, opened her eyes again and watched herself being mercilessly taken by him. Her breasts jumped forward with every thrust, her hands trembled and held on to the sink as if her life was at stake. She heard his breathing in her ear, his moans and the words he kept whispering to her. He wanted to pull back as the climax approached, but she stopped him.

»No, no. Cum' inside of me.« she asked him hurriedly, turning her head to look directly at him.

»You sure?«

She just nodded, turned forward again and smiled at him in the mirror. He was only too happy to comply with her request, pushing himself even deeper into her and thrusting into her without restraint. Lips on her shoulder, he bit and kissed her greedily.

»Oh fuck, yes!« she moaned. »Fill me up, Levi!«

It didn't take long before they both climaxed and he poured himself deep inside her. She felt his warm seed shooting inside of her and the seconds passed in which they only watched each other in the mirror. His breathing was rapid and she could feel his heart beating behind him. They stayed in this position for quite a while, enjoying the afterglow of their shared climax. His hands gently stroked her shoulders, eliciting a liberating sigh from her.

»Let me take care of the rest of your scrapes and scratches, Y/N…«

#aot smut #levi aot #levi smut #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #smut #my writing #fanfic #levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #snk levi #captain levi #Levi #snk smut #snk x reader #levi heichou

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antimony-medusa · 1 year

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Okay so inspired by nothing in particular (it's inspired by reading the notes on the ace swag final poll, fun stuff in there), I have been thinking about being Cringe. Cause like, you enter a fandom, and usually, you find out shortly that somebody else hates that fandom. There is no fandom niche enough that it's not Weird to somebody, and there's no fandom mainstream enough that it's not Annoying to somebody else. And given the fact that some people do hatred recreationally, there's often going to be somebody mad enough about your fandom that they're going to go on diatribes about how your fandom is bad and actually harmful and destroying the fabric of civilization, etc. They're gonna pull out anything negative and blow it up until it's the size of the skyline and attack you for liking this negative thing.

Fun times, we've all seen it.

And the thing is, there's an impulse to have this happen and immediately find somebody else to point to and say, yeah, well, I might be weird, but at least I'm not THAT guy. I might read YA, but at least I'm not a Furry— those guys are sexual deviants! I might be into actual play podcasts, but at least I'm not into mcyt— those guys are all harmful and my guy is fine. I might be into danmei, but at least I'm not into bandom— rpf is so gross. I might be a furry, but at least I'm not into mainstream romance novels— senseless drivel aimed at middle class white women. Y'know. Immediately find someone to punch down on.

And boy do I understand why you want to do that, when people are pointing at you, but I don't actually think that it's helpful.

Cause like, every fandom has a logical train of thought and reasonable human impulses behind it. You might not share those impulses— I'm not a furry I don't think, I don't really get true crime— but that doesn't mean I can't have it explained to me by a very patient person in in the writer's workshop common room and go "oh, yeah, kinda pretending to be an animal, but you're gay about it, yeah, makes sense", or "oh yeah, morbid curiosity from the safety of your headphones, it's like a horror movie but real" and nod. Like there isn't a fandom or group out there that doesn't look weird from the outside, and there isn't a fandom or group that can't be explained if someone has thought about the human psyche enough.

And that isn't to say that there isn't sometimes salient critiques for what fandoms are doing or not doing— to grab the two examples above, I have heard people talking about issues with true crime reinforcing the current fucked up justice system, or bigotry at furry cons. But a) most of the time, there is already somebody inside that community that's fighting against those issues, and you just threw them under the bus with the problem they're trying to fix b) you don't usually know the nuances of the actual conversation and problems, you saw a couple callout posts. You saying "Yeah I'm a board game nerd but at least I don't play competitive trading card cames, those guys are doing nothing but feeding the capitalist machine" is not usually helpful towards fixing the ctg scene. It's just a cheap way to score points.

Like, I assure you that the YA scene is aware of the calcification of the genre into a tighter and tighter romantic form and their dependence on going big on tik-tok to sell enough to keep publishing. They know.

You specifically saying that your fandom is better cause it's not [problems you heard about other fandom having] is not actually going to make the person who's hating on you stop hating. They already decided that you're the person they're better than and that they're punching down on, you passing the punching down on to another fandom just makes more people sad on the internet, and potentially starts yet another chain of someone punching down at someone else. The wheel grinds on, everybody gets punched.

I guess this is just kinda turning into a "why hate on the internet, what good does that do" post, which is broader than I meant it to be. But like, there's a difference between thoughtful critique of problems (complicated to do fairly but very necessary) and finding someone new to curbstomp to make yourself feel better/morally superior (look, I'm writing this on a mcyt blog, we've all seen this happen, it does not increase the joy in the world).

Like in MCYT, we all decide to punch down on [other server we hate], or RPF, or people who write kidfic, or people who write e-rated fic/art, or people doing the popular trope of the moment, and sure, it lets you feel morally superior for the moment, at the cost of slapping the guy next to you. Haven't we had enough slapping the guy next to you? There but for the grace of god (got a fun idea/watched the wrong stream/ended up in the wrong brainstorming circle/got fixated on the wrong funny guy) goes I. You're not better than another group just because you saw a couple more callout posts (usually from people inside the community trying to fix things) about them.

We are all Cringe. There is nobody who's not Cringe. Don't say that you're not Cringe because someone else is more Cringe. Stop that.

#discourse #This is another thing where the public/private rule applies too I think #cause social media is public and what you do there is governed by different politeness rules #walking into your friend's dms and saying GOD I AM SO ANNOYED BY [other fandom] is a normal human impulse #posting that where other people can see that is potentially much more like shouting in the face of a random person #idk this is potentially something where me having a thousand followers is warping the perspective #cause I try to be really aware of the fact that who knows what people who see my posts are into #there's nobody I can throw under the bus and not have them see it #if you have eight followers all of which you know #you're much more effectively in a private space #idk #boy reading the tags on that ace swag poll was kinda a Oh Yeah They Really Hate Us moment #I forgot that cause I was just happy over here #but boy are we still an internet's favoured punching bag #and I just think making an effort to not continue to punching bag people might be good #fandom meta

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meraki-yao · 2 months

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WIP Ask Game

Tagged by @nocoastposts!!! Thank you dear <3

Haven't gotten around to actually writing that much these two weeks because of school and also me working on my little rwrb animatic project instead, but here's some of what I have at the moment!

Ask me anything about my WIPs!

Works Started:

The Word of Your Body (RWRB):

Song fic of the movie Paris scene using "The Word of Your Body" from Spring Awakening, Chapter 1 in Alex's pov completed and uploaded, Chapter 2 in Henry's pov with the Reprise of the song (that supposedly Nick sang when he was in the production at 19) currently planning

Enchanted to Meet You (RWRB):

Reverse Cinderella AU: Alex is the son of the town Mayor and is holding the town's harvest festival, Henry is the repressed prince of the kingdom who snuck away for a break, but then stumbles across Alex. Loosely based on 2015 Cinderella. Chapter 1 uploaded, currently planning (*cough struggling *cough) with Chapter 2

I know better (but you're still around) (RWRB):

One-shot song fic based on Taylor Swift's "Marjorie", exploration of the Hanover-Stuart Foxs (Movie verse) finally learns to deal with their grief and reconcile. Just started writing

Take Me Out and Take Me Home (Malec)

5+1 Fic: 5 times Alec called Magnus his boyfriend and the 1 time Alec called him something more. 4 chapters done, 2 left, and currently sort of in writer's block for this fic

Ideas:

I'll See You In My Dreams (RWRB)

Where the only way the insomniac Prince Henry can fall asleep is to the ASMR videos of a certain ACD, who's later invited to a discussion/panel for one of Henry's mental health-related programmes (or some other social issue? I'll have to think about it)

Book Tok Fic (haven't thought of a name yet) (RWRB)

Inspired by some tik tok reuploaded to Instagram reel I saw ages ago: Henry is an author who's struggling to write the physical part of romantic scenes in his novel and Alex, his roommate who he has a massive crush on offers to help by demonstrating it with him. Kiss kiss fall in love :)

The Little Prince (RWRB)

Movie Verse Expanded: Taking the campfire scene monologue and telling the story each part shows, ex: "His grandfather, the King, sent the prince a suit of armor and told him that if he always wore it, nothing would ever happen to him." = the King's talk with Henry on his 18th birthday

I know you (I walked with you once upon a dream) (RWRB)

Sleeping Beauty + Soulmates AU with Henry as Aurora and Alex as Prince Philip, the dreams actually being a soulmate connection (the mechanics of the soulmate aspect inspired by one of my favourite Malec fics)

The Dreams That You Dream (RWRB)

Henry's POV of the Buckingham protest, one on book and one on movie

Song Fics/ Character Studies (RWRB)

At All Cost from Wish and You Matter to Me from Waitress

Identical (Qi Ye/ Tian Ya Ke)

I don't think any one of my tumblr followers would know this one but Qi Ye and Tian Ya Ke is a duology of Chinese BL ancient drama novels, with the latter adapted into the TV Show Word of Honor. There are two characters in the book that although only met once, have a very similar trajectory when it comes to their relationships and unrequited love, only one already moved on and found someone better while the other hasn't. Had this idea to expand upon their connection because in the novel, the one it's implied that the one that moved on immediately recognized their shared experience. But I never got around to writing it, it has been lying in my drafts for a year now 😭

Tagging @typicalopposite @luainthewild @england-would-fall @pippin-katz and anyone who wants to join in!

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hjnxx · 1 month

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A ( SOMEWHAT ) COMPLETE GUIDE TO HIJINXX BY EUNJI’S HEADPHONES ON YOUTUBE | UPLOADED DEC 2023

hello! welcome to the video, and if you’re new here, welcome to the channel. take a seat, get comfortable, grab a snack. and some water. loads of it. you’ll be parched by the end of this video, trust.

chances are you’re probably clicking on this video because their music is booming on tik tok, they’ve done dance challenges with your faves, or you saw a pretty face and immediately got curious. i don’t blame you. all of hjx is gorgeous, like…

amazing, talented, show-stopping, incredible, never been seen before, never been done before, visual hole where ??

but anyway.

hijinxx is a four member girl group under kq entertainment, formed through one of the worst survival shows to grace my screen—i mean. formed through a collaboration with mnet. they debuted on june 14th, 2021 with the digital single ‘mascara’.

OH YEAH MASCARA GANG YOUNG WILD DONT PLAY YOUR GAMES DUMP YOU LIKE A SUPLEX SKRRT ON A COUPE IMMA BE LIKE CHOP 🗣️ CHOP 🗣️ CHOP 🗣️ GOTTA JET GO GIRL—

ahem.

the meaning behind the group name comes directly from the work ‘hijinks’, which means to have pure, unsupervised fun without a care for rigid rules and beliefs. stylized with two xs, the word takes on a new form with the word ‘jinx’, which is said when two people say the same word twice. towards the concept, it conveys meeting a second self or a doppelgänger—which leads up right to the group’s concept.

the lore for the group is a bit… interesting, to say the least, so i’ll give you a brief rundown and save the theories for the thinkers. being a student full time means i only have so many braincells to dedicate to pondering.

there are two worlds, the real world and the xverse. the real world contains our four main girls while the xverse contains their doppelgängers, which is where the four aces in the suits come in. each member represents a suit and what that suit stands for. after discovering a crack in their reality, the main girls are transported to the xverse to help their doppelgängers end the unrest on their side so that it doesn’t spill into the real world. that’s basically it! there’s your sparksnotes version.

each song is ‘supposed’ to tie into the lore, but i’m pretty sure at least half are not lore related at all. 😭 sometimes girls just wanna make pretty songs and that’s okay! if you ask me…. i wish they didn’t debut with lore and just kept the doppelgänger concept of meeting a second self, but that’s just me. now on to the fandom.

hijinxx fans are called ACES, members of the elite force in the xverse. the name draws its inspiration from the survival show, ‘house of cards’, which shares a name with the most important building in the x universe. nestled in the capital city kharta, ACES are a representative of the residents that live in that universe. with there being four suits in a deck of cards, there are naturally four nations in kharta dedicated to each one: clubs, hearts, diamonds, and spades, to which each doppelgänger is the ‘protector’ of. kinda like the four nations in the avatar universe.

you still with me? it’s a lot of information at once, i know. drink the water i told you you needed.

theres more information about the lore, especially about why the doppelgängers need the girls’ help to fix the crack in the universe, who is even trying to sneak into the real world and why, but again, i’m not really here to talk about lore! let’s talk about the girls now.

hijinxx consists of members PARK AHYEON, HEO MICHA, ITO YUINA, and AN EUNJI. these were the four chosen by the end of the survival show, receiving the highest of votes with micha in first place, yuina in second, ahyeon in third, and eunji in fourth.

born in 1998 on august eighth, making her a leo, ahyeon is the oldest of the group. often hailed as both the group’s mom and the glue of the group, the girls have no shame saying she’s the reason why hijinxx has prospered this much. and i’m inclined to agree! she is the pen and paper behind the group’s lyrics and composition as both a producer and lyricist. ahyeon has not shied away from talking about her passion for music, one of the main reasons being her buying her first soundboard with her own money at 13 years old.

her and that soundboard and locked in for real. wish someone loved me the way ahyeon loves her baby soundboard.

while she’s a perfect fit in hijinxx, ahyeon’s journey with the music industry did not being with kq. in 2014, she, along with one of her sisters ( she’s the oldest of three girls ! ) and a couple of her friends would form the girl group XTRA, releasing mainly vocal and dance covers of their favorite songs. this is truly where her passion for music would blossom, remixing songs and eventually making her own for the group to dance to. XTRA would disband in late 2017 on good terms, which would then lead ahyeon to audition at kq in 2018.

ahyeon is also technically the group’s main dancer, as that was what she was marketed as during her time on house of cards, but to this day hjx doesn’t really have set positions other than leader, main vocals, and main rapper. but ahyeon dances really well so 🤷‍♀️ she’s main dancer to me !

when she’s off idol duty, she loves doting on the other three members, proudly taking on the mantle of group mom regardless of her lack of a leader title. she’s very mom coded. comes with the oldest sibling title. her hobbies outside of music consist of leisure gaming ( ex : she’s very dedicated to animal crossing and animal crossing pocket camp ), reading, and chess.

packing my bag to live in the hjx dorm.

next in line, we have micha ! born april twenty-fourth, 2000, making her a taurus. lord have mercy. when beyoncé was talking about face cards never declining, micha was in the studio. i said what i said. heo micha release the hold you have on me…

girlie had a whole mysterious vibe for a solid two years ( hoc included ) and we barely had info on her for the longest. she’s stupid private. i respect it, honestly. internet users are scary. in this industry you breathe wrong and someone shows up at your house. crazy ass world. but here’s what we do know:

she’s an only child ( not that that wasn’t obvious ngl 💀 ) to a film director and a regular non celebrity. it was speculated that she won first place due to her status, but y’all just hate to see mimi be better than your faves 🤷‍♀️ not her fault she can hold a high note while busting ass on stage. thats talent… tell your fave to step up !! she used to do modeling for small brands as a child and won singing competitions throughout school. we love to see it.

micha is also the main vocalist and hijinxx’s leader, the latter of which came with her first place ranking on hoc. a lot of people mistake ahyeon for the leader, which isn’t true ! micha has opened up about how the position makes her feel, and according to her, the two of them are on good terms about the placement. she’s a great leader—and this is not a jab at ahyeon at all—because she’s clear, cut and concise. the other hjx members have said that her high expectations are the reason why their presence on stage has grown exponentially. their youngest member especially has shown significant improvement since her hoc days under mimi’s hawk eyes, but we’ll get to her soon.

when she’s not running hjx like the military, micha is noted to enjoy horror movies, spicy foods, and designing her own clothes in the hopes of having her own line one day. idk about y’all, but i would love micha merch. her style is impeccable. chef’s mf kiss.

third in the line is yuina! YUI MAIN SLAYER! TINY TERROR YUI!! im a little in love, in awe, and completely scared of her. she’s like. an entertainment company’s dream. and she was out here studying to become a LAWYER—

—sorry i just think that’s hilarious like. dropping law for singing song and dancey dance and the occasional aegyo and shit. honest to god i hope she never changes.

brought into the world on december twelfth, 2000, she’s a sagittarius. idk shit about zodiac signs but apparently sags are super nice and friendly and super open and sunny and shit. literally miss yuina ito to a t. felix from stray kids has some fucking competition because i swear she GLOWS when she smiles. again, kinda scared, kinda in love with her.

yuina was a japanese exchange student living with a host family when she got introduced to the kpop scene, and has remained close with that family even up until now. she never misses the opportunity to credit them with the reason why she’s even here, and has cried on numerous occasions when they show up to hjx events and performances. crying sobbing wailing on the ground. they love her so much </3

i know she’s technically an ace according to lore and she’s marketed main rapper—but in my opinion, she’s the perfect example of an all-rounder. singing? done. rapping? chef’s kiss when she actually gets them. (😭) dancing? stage presence? live vocals? check, check, and check. idk why people are calling mimi the industry plant when yui is sm’s dream on mfing steroids. she’s like if mark only wore pigtails all the time and loved to terrorize people in the dark.

now THAT is a loaded piece of hjx lore. sound off in the comments if you want me to delve into the scream queens type shit that went down during one of their comebacks. what a TIME to be an ACE.

and last, but CERTAINLY not least, is eunji. my baby. the light of my life. my one and only. the entire reason why this channel exists. the sweetest of hearts. the nation’s maknae. the most maknae to ever maknae. sorry to whoever had that title before eunji stepped on to the scene. not that i care—

eunji was born january twenty-first, 2001, making her an aquarius. she lived a pretty ordinary life before auditioning and debuting, and doesn’t really talk about her home life much. although netizens have uncovered a bunch of stuff about her life, i’m not including it here because her life is no one’s business and whoever participated in revealing all that information is going to rot in hell 🤍 but anyway.

as the group’s maknae, she’s earned the title ‘shyest maknae’ simply for the fact that she always looks like she’s in a state of perpetual distress. every time hjx is either receiving and award or engaging with fans, there will always be a moment where she looks absolutely terrified 😭 she did acknowledge this in a live last year where she says the reason why she looks so scared is because she’s afraid of messing up or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. but i think she’s gotten better so we’re rooting for you, ji <3

she is ahyeon’s BABY. like. eunji used to sleep in her bed during hoc era 😭 you don’t understand how much these two make me so ill. i can’t talk about this anymore i might start crying and then you’ll just hear this voice over sob in a motion voice and that’s gross and weird.

that’s pretty much it! this video is already getting too long and i’ve been recording for like two hours now. stream their next collab and buy their albums, the inclusions are so nice and the albums are gorgeous as decor.

and for the aces who throw out their albums. i hope you stub your toe on an open rusty nail. xx

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Futile Sacrifices {MLP}

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Cw: angst, some heavy gore, body deformation, rot, and decay

Word count: 2,401

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Mlp infection au: Inspired by Theos/foxsoulz on tik tok

At first the signs of infection looked like something that could be easily taken care of, it seemed just like a simple cold. Slight panic only started to arise when it wasn't being cured like a normal sickness would be. Twilight especially started to panic scrambling to find a cure she took a sample from the pony that was sick, but the anomaly kept mutating. How was she supposed to figure out any cure if the subject she was studying kept mutating. She took matters into her own hands or should I say hooves.

Twilight went to the sister's old castle, hoping to find anything that could cure this ongoing sickness if that's what it even was. She searched high and low until finding an old journal and on that journal, the very first page she saw in scratchy writing 'DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN'. She opened it with worry in her purple eyes. The warning was ominous by itself, she hoped that she didn't find the contents of this journal to be the exact problem. With a deep sigh Twilight opened the journal and immediately studied the rushed and hurried words written inside.

The journal had descriptive stages of how the "infection" as it was called had spread. First it seemed like a normal cold, so none of the ponies seemed to worry about it, but it refused to be cured by modern medicine. But the next stage showed that the pony infected started to slowly lose control of their body and its functions, if they were a unicorn they couldn't use their magic, pegasi couldn't use their wings, earth ponies couldn't use their strength. Then the last and final state is when the pony's body deforms by becoming skinny, to the point where every bone could be seen, skin decayed in small spots, allowing black tendrils to escape the decay points.

The pony's eyes became beady and the lower lids around them drooped far down along with that their bottom lip droops down to let black ooze to leak from their mouths. Their eyes showing who they once were, but then coating the glassy eyeballs with the need to attack and cure not only the insatiable hunger, but anger that burned in their skin. The journal also informs that the group of ponies to first be infected inhabited in the depths of the Everfree forest. The first pony to be infected had found a strange plant. It was pretty and lured their eyes in it was a four petaled flower, the underside of the petals and the stem were pitch black.

On the inside the petals glowed cerulean blue, navy blue dots polka dotted the inside of the elongated petals. A black ooze, almost tar like substance pooled in the middle of it all. Black tendrils grew out of the middle and seemed to move on their own, which is what they exactly did. The pony who got infected had said that one of the tendrils extended and jabbed them in the leg, instantly leaving a red bump. The pony ran away back to the village and told the medic ponies what happened, but they put it off as if it was a normal sting and that it would go away.

That's when the sickness started and the stages started to evolve. The journal said that the ponies that got infected didn't have the cognitive ability to open doors, so the ones that weren't mainly stayed inside it seemed, like the infected only knew violence. They only went outside in the daytime, being as cautious as they could as the ponies that were infected were out, but not as much as they were at night. Because the infected ponies roamed and circled around the houses they once lived in, their glossed eyes looking into the homes almost as if they were yearning to go back to what they once were. But that's where other ponies got lured out and tricked.

It had also said that ponies who get bit mutate faster as opposed to getting infected by the plant, which would take a day or two. The bite would take minutes to hours. In the journal a different writing showed up, one that she recognized. It was Princess Celestia's and it read,

"Luna and I turned the infected ponies into stone, we weren't able to find a cure for this infection. We'll keep the infected away from civilization. Whoever finds this journal, if this has happened again run as far as you can."

Upon reading that Twilight immediately flew back to Ponyville to warn the ponies, but upon flying over the town that brought her peace and serenity she could see ponies ripping others apart, the sight of bones and blood filled her eyes. Even in the sky she could hear the cracking of bone and the tearing of skin. She could smell the iron of the blood waft into her nose. Her eyes grew teary at the ponies she once knew tearing at each other without being able to do anything about it. She thought she would have the hope to stop it before this happened, but she was too late.

She quickly advised the ponies that weren't bitten to stay inside and don't leave, she couldn't lose hope now. Twilight could feel tears form in her eyes as she saw Pinkie pie, one her friends being apart of the bunch that were infected. She couldn't dwell now, she needed to figure out how to fix this. She dove into her library and closed the door quickly. Spike was asking and telling her what had happened simultaneously.

She kept it vague and immediately started to study, asking him to send a letter to the Princess about what was happening. Days turned into a week of non stop ways to find a way to cure this infection, to get her friends back. She jotted down notes, scribbling some out, keeping some in. When Twilight had finally gotten an idea for a potion to make and hopefully cure. However, there was one roadblock she didn't have all of the ingredients to make it.

"I'll go get it."

Spikes voice echoed in the room, breaking her concentration. Twilight shook her head,

"No Spike, it's too dangerous."

Spike huffed,

"These are our friends Twilight. Why don't you want to save your friends?!"

He said clearly frustrated that she wasn't going out or letting him do it, but it was almost night time, she was not going to let Spike go outside until this was cured if she could help it. Though lost in her thoughts Twilight didn't see him run away, she had only realized he went outside when she heard the door close,

"SPIKE!"

She shouted and ran outside. The ingredient wasn't far from the library luckily, but she didn't want him hurt. Twilight found him as he quickly got the ingredient and held it up, waving it in celebration. But she saw something move in the shadows,

"Spike! Get away from there!"

Twilight shouted and ran over to him and moved him out of the way as an infected pony came out of the shadows. Twilight quickly put Spike on her back and tried to run away, but she tripped over the infected pony's splayed out hooves. She launched Spike near the door of the library with her fall. She tried to get up again, but she felt legs hold one of her's down. She let out an ear piercing scream as she felt teeth sink into her leg, she saw Spike try and rush over to her but she stopped him with a look,

"Spike get inside now."

"But Twilight-"

"Spike I said now!"

She watched as he reluctantly did as she asked. She screamed in pain again as she felt another bite be taken and ripped from her skin. Spike putting his hands on the window calling out her name faded out into the distance as she slowly started to lose consciousness from the pain. The infected pony wasn't interested in a non moving target and went to go look for another pony.

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Spike's green eyes filled with tears as he watched Twilight, a pony who had been like a mother to him, lay lifeless outside of the window. This was his fault, all his fault if maybe he would've listened this wouldn't have happened. There was nothing he could do to stop this, she was going to turn into one of those monsters and it was all his fault. But then he remembered the potion that Twilight was working on, the ingredient he risked hid life to get and made Twilight lose her's was clutched in his fist. Spike quickly moved to go study Twilight's notes and make sense of them, one of the very few times he was thankful for her meticulous nature.

Though a few hours into his studying Twilight had rose once more, but not as the pony that fostered him as a baby, but a beady eyed monster he didn't recognize. Her glossed over eyes watched him through the library window as he worked. As if she missed him and was almost proud that he started to work on something sh sought out, but couldn't finish.

After a day Spike had made sense of the notes that Twilight made. He executed each step with careful and calculated steps. He wanted Twilight back and he couldn't mess this up. He NEEDED Twilight back, Spike was still young and he lost the only parental figure he's ever had. The thought brought tears to the baby dragon's eyes once more. But he shook them away, getting back to work the notes left said that the potion that was going to be made was going to be turned into a pill that could be easily digested and described how it was supposed to cure.

It was aiming for the source of the infection. Spike really hope it worked, he wanted his friends and his old life back before the infection had wreaked havoc on the town and the ponies that he once knew. After carefully crafting the potion he could see a cloud of smoke puff up in the beaker and as soon as it dissipated he could see a pill like the notes had said. He took it out and examined the small pill, when giving it a thorough look he set it down and waited for night time to fall. He knew what he planned on doing was reckless, but there was no other option in his eyes.

Spike had taken a moment to think, everything happened so fast he's been in overdrive. He took a moment to grieve. Tears pricked at his eyes when he was reminded of the fact that before she died, he fought with Twilight. She was the only one who could fix this and she was gone because he was too stubborn to wait. Spike was devastated.

A part of Spike also wanted to see if Twilight, the Twilight that he knew was actually gone. Despite the hopelessness he felt, he also couldn't help but feel a sense of hope that he was going to see her again, that he was going to get those he loved back again. He had to do this, he was going to make sure that he saw everyone back to normal even if it meant, putting his life on the line. Twilight had sacrificed her life for his and it was time that did the same. His eyes watched the window where just a day ago he had saw her...where she laid...

He shook his head once more and watched as the sun started to fall. Spike waited for Twilight appear at the window, the shell of the pony he loved so dearly. He saw her form pass by the glass, beady eyes looking in at him. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he wiped them away. Even if this didn't work he would at least get to see her again, right?

He grabbed the antidote and walked to the door, taking a breath before quickly stepping outside. He rushed towards Twilight, antidote in hand. She pushed him down, ooze dripping down as she tried to bite at him as he pushed the antidote in her mouth. She swallowed, but before Spike could even see the results his vision went black.

Despite the lack of control, Twilight still had a conscious. She couldn't stop herself from taking the life of the one she loved the most. But she aimed to make it as quick and painless as possible, if her body let her. When her glassed beady eyes saw the unmoving form of Spike with his rib bones popping out and blood covering his form, tears flowed from her eyes. She didn't want this for him, for any of them.

The tears that flowed were one of the only things she could really control. She has killed Spike, the baby dragon she's raised from hatching. She killed him....she....killed...him. And she couldn't control it. She wept for him, for herself, for all the ponies she loved.

When Spike thought he woke up he saw the apparition of Twilight, he started to cry and ran over to her, hugging her leg,

"Twilight! I did it! I saved you!"

He said, but she frowned,

"...You didn't Spike..."

Spike looked up at her but then his eyes traced over to where her familiar purple eyes looked. He saw still infected Twilight biting at his flesh, his ears fell and he frowned,

"It didn't work?"

He asked as he looked back at Twilight,

"It didn't work."

She repeated. Spike sighed and teared up,

"I'm sorry Twilight...this is my fault.."

Twilight shook her head,

"You wanted to help your friends, I would've done the same if I was in your position."

Spike frowned and wiped his eyes,

"What can we do to stop this?"

Spike asked, but Twilight frowned,

"There's nothing we can do Spike."

She said and spike looked up at her with teary eyes,

"....Then can I stay with you for a little while...?"

Twilight smiled at him,

"Of course you can, my favorite dragon."

She said as she laid on her side, inviting him to sit in the pit of her stomach, which he gladly did.

#mlp #my litte pony friendship is magic #my little pony #mlp infection au #mlp infected au #my little pony infection au #spike #spike mlp #twilight #twilight mlp #i cried while writing this

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Press Conference

i saw a video on tik tok and got immediately inspired to write this so enjoy!

part 2 is up!

pairing: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: none! fluff, lowercase intentional

what an evening. you had been in the city, tasked with reporting on the MSBY match tonight. you got amazing seats, (thanks to your boss) and free dinner that was amazing. it was such a whirlwind of a few hours, but you are grateful.

your first big writing assignment since being hired on as a journalist. your small, practically hidden articles were absolutely nothing compared to the one you’re going to write after this.

you’re so proud. three months of working tirelessly on said small articles, other teeny reports, and doing grunt work around the office has finally been recognized. when your boss pulled you aside and assigned you to report on not just the game, but the press conference after, you were thrilled. after you found out which game it was; well that was just the icing on the cake.

you wouldn’t call yourself a super fan, by any means. you know exactly who the star players are, what position they play, you even tuned into a few of the matches while you were relaxing at home. you happened to followed a couple of the guys on instagram as well. how could you not? they are all gorgeous. however, one player in particular has always caught your eye.

miya atsumu has been a player you have always been aware of. back in high school, when you worked for your school’s paper, you remember your classmates talking about him after a practice match your team had with inarizaki.

“did you see #7?”

“how about his twin, #11? they were crazy talented.”

“not bad to look at, either.”

after high school, you weren’t quick to forget about atsumu. while you studied at university, tried to get smaller pieces and articles here and there, you would see his face consistently. advertisements, brand deals, as well as his rising fame kept him in the spotlight pretty much everywhere you went.

those girls weren’t wrong either, atsumu was quite handsome.

you almost wish those girls from your class could see you now, sitting two rows behind the bench, VIP pass around your neck, notebook on your lap. you were professional, in all sense of the word. you even got yourself a new outfit and matching heels for the event. (you started to regret the heels, but that’s neither here nor there) from the first serve to the last, you were enthralled. watching such talented players in person was a totally different experience. the lighting, the sounds, the environment; everything was perfect. there was only one small distraction throughout the game.

you had noticed atsumu right away. even through the chaos of fans cheering and the loud music, you could hear his laugh and his voice as he chatted with his teammates. at one point you swear you caught him looking at you. having only seen him through ads, billboards, and various social media posts, you finally got to see him in person. and man, was he a sight.

atsumu’s broad shoulders, strong thighs, and quick hands were some of the things you noticed right away. the way he would move his tongue around against his cheek while he focused, the confident smirks he sent the opponents, and his very sharp abs were the things you noticed later; though you are sure he was wiping his face off with the bottom of his jersey every single time you looked. i’m not making that up, right?

however, even with his distracting looks, the game was incredible and MSBY won. you quickly scrambled to grab your belongings and follow the other reporters to the press room.

you had a great set of notes, all of your post game press conference questions were lined up. you hoped to get at least one question in, your boss was adamant that he hears your voice while he watched from home. you wouldn’t let him down either.

as bokuto, sakusa, and hinata came in to sit at the front, the nerves started to kick in. what if i don’t speak up? will they hear my questions? what if they questions sound stupid?

you snapped out of your thoughts quickly as the quick footsteps and loud voice came through the room.

“so sorry, shoyo move in please i need to get to my chair,” atsumu shuffled behind his teammates as he scrambled to his seat. “alright, let’s get started!”

after taking a drink from his water, atsumu looked out into the crowd of journalists and locked eyes with you. your brows raised slightly, eyes widened, and as if looking into a mirror; atsumu did the same. it felt as if everyone else in the room slowly disappeared, like the two of you were the only ones left. atsumu was fighting the urge to stand up and walk up to you, to get your name, number, anything.

he saw you during the match and couldn’t stop thinking about you. he wanted your attention, bad. he pulled out his best moves, coolest sets, and best serves he had been practicing.

“atsumu answer, you’re making us look stupid.”

atsumu’s eyes quickly found sakusa’s; glaring, annoyance clear in his voice. atsumu realized he was, in fact, supposed to be answering questions; not starting at the pretty journalist.

“oh, right. um, yeah, i thought our communication was great tonight, i don’t have any complaints,” atsumu leans into the mic, smirk on his face. a couple chuckles are heard from around the room, and the reporters are asked for their next question.

this was it. this was your chance. abruptly standing up, causing your chair to squeak, all eyes turned to you. all questions forgotten, you start to feel the sweat on the back of your neck. it’s now or never.

“this question is for, well all four of you actually, um, what would you say was your biggest motivation tonight?” your hands shake slightly. you hope nobody notices. you grab your pen to write down the answers. as bokuto opens his mouth, atsumu whisper yells to hinata next to him,

“oh gosh, she’s beautiful. don’t ya think?”

little did atsumu know, just because he’s whispering, doesn’t mean the mic wouldn’t pick it up. hinata holds back a laugh, but the other people in the room can’t help it. the room is full of laughter. but, you aren’t laughing, though. was i right earlier? did he notice me?you feel warmth spreading across your cheeks which intensified as you look up, your eyes meeting atsumu’s.

“oh man, did ya hear that?” atsumu asks you into the mic, his own cheeks dusted pink, with a sheepish look on his face. you quickly nod back, biting your bottom laugh to keep from giggling at the look he giving you. atsumu groans and covers his face with his hands in embarrassment, and the laughing around the room picks up again. despite atsumu’s mishap, the questions continue shortly after.

the press conference wraps up quickly, allowing the players to leave and get a good nights rest. you got amazing notes, your article is going to be incredible. during your cab ride home, you start to plan a small outline in your head. if you didn’t secure a better spot in the company after this, you would be shocked.

after getting into your apartment and changing your clothes, you sit down and open your laptop to add your notes onto a document. the buzz of your phone draws your attention away from the screen. who’s messaging me this late?

an instagram notification appears on your screen. you received a message. you are about to lock your phone and get back to work, only to realize who the message is from.

atsumu.miya: you’re the reporter from tonight, yeah?

#atsumu x you #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu fluff #atsumu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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mushrubes · 1 year

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Faint

Masterlist | The walking dead Masterlist

Requested : No

Inspired by faint by @/lulushoeshoe on tik tok!!

Pairing : Rick Grimes x reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Contents : slightly canon divergent / different timeline (Certain things that wouldn't be there are involved), idiots in love, soft Rick :)

Word count : 646

Have a great day / night !!

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"You have a visitor." Michonne smirked, walking into the kitchen to let Rick know. You trailed behind her, leaning on the doorframe as he handed Judith over to her before she sent you a smile and headed outside where Carl was waiting for them. "Are you excited to see me?" You teased, grinning at the man as he shook his head, a small smile on his face. "No, I already saw you yesterday." he huffed, a playful tone evident in his voice. Your eyes settled on the new smartwatch that was on his wrist, and an idea came to your head.

You walked over, sitting on the stool opposite him as he waited for the coffee maker to finish. "Let me see your watch." you asked, tilting your head slightly. He looked back at you in confusion. "What?" he questioned, hesitantly holding it out. "Pull up your heart rate." you demanded, biting your tongue as you swore you saw his cheeks redden. "Why would I pull up my heartrate?" he wondered, trying to not get flustered. He shook his head, moving to the hallway and picking up his boots. "Just do it." you huffed, folding your arms and following behind him.

"This is so dumb. We have to go now." he excused, getting slightly anxious as he knew the others would be waiting for the two as they had planned to tag along on a run. "Hey, relax, we'll make it ton time. Show me." you assured, pressing your hand to his shoulder as his body immediately stopped being tense. "Fine." he grumbled, giving in and pulling the app up. The two of you waited a few seconds for it to read, a smug look on your face. "Ha! If you said you're not excited to see me, why is your heartrate so high?" you asked, knowing you were right. "I...watched a horror movie before you came. That's why." he came up with on the spot, knowing you wouldn't fall for it.

"Yeah? With Carl and Judith? It really stuck with you, huh?" you smirked, rolling your eyes at him as he tied his laces before standing up and opening the door, letting you go first. "Yeah, uh..." he paused, thinking of a character to use. "The ghost's face still exists in my mind." he continued, putting up the facade and not backing down, his face betraying him. "Hmm. Why'd you lie?" you interrogated, grinning as he got flustered. "I didn't lie! I'm being serious." he argued, walking down the stairs as you followed swiftly behind him.

"Your mind can come with lies Grimes, but your heart can only tell the truth." you mocked, earning a sigh from him as you chuckled at the look of defeat plastered on his face. "Okay, fine, so what if I was excited to see you?" he huffed, eyes on the ground as the pair of you made your way through the town. "It's just funny messing with you. It's cute to see you act all calm and collected around me." you mocked, Rick scoffing at the dig. "How are you so calm?" he wondered, trying to find a single sign of even a tiny bit of being flustered but failing.

"I'm not. Here, feel how fast my heart is beating." you admitted, grabbing his hand and placing it on top of your chest. "It feels like you're running a race." he chuckled, his gaze lingering on you slightly longer than normal, feeling your cheeks heat up. "See we're both trying out best to stay cool." you shrugged, turning to carry on walking as he followed. "Just don't faint on me." he joked, winking at you. "Wow. You think you can make me faint?" you gasped, pretending to be hurt. "Oh, I'll bet money on it." he added smugly, freezing as you reached up and kissed his cheek.

"You're on."

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starkstruck27 · 11 months

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I headcanon that today (June 14th, but I might not get it posted by midnight because time management is not my strong suit lol) is Steve's birthday, and we just had a book signing at the bookstore I work at tonight, so I was inspired to write this. It's modern day, and slightly aged up characters, but not by much. Enjoy!

Steve couldn't believe his luck. It was his birthday, and it seemed like everything was going just right today. First, he woke up before his alarm and actually felt energized, then Robin had promised to take him out wherever he wanted to go later on (even volunteering to drive so she could show off her new license and car), then his favorite coffee place gave him a discount and a free pastry since it was his birthday, and to cap it all off, he had gotten back a test from one of his most difficult classes, and he'd passed it with flying colors. All in all, it was a good day. But then, he saw a sign outside the campus bookstore, and it went from good to great.

The sign was advertising a book signing with a local author, who just so happened to be Steve's favorite author of all time. The guy's name was Ronnie Fitconi, a mysterious man who never had his picture in any of his books. He didn't write much about himself in the little "about the author" section of his books either, the only things he said was that he was 23, just a year younger than Steve was, he lived somewhere in Indianapolis, he preferred tea over coffee, he loved the beach, he was a cat person, and he was gay (which was pretty apparent from the books he wrote, but whatever).

The book that he was promoting with the signing was his fourth, pretty impressive for a guy so young, but Tik Tok had managed to make him blow up practically overnight. That and how secretive the guy was. Seriously, if you looked the guy up on Google, it was like he didn't even exist. There were no pictures of him, and no record of him except that he was a writer that blew up after his first book was released three years ago. This was the first book signing he had ever done, and it was only to the local college bookstore and a few others in the area, but all were small, and none were at big chain stores, only locally owned.

As soon as Steve saw the sign, he took a picture of it, then immediately called Robin as he rushed back to his car.

"Dingus!" She answered, her smile evident in her voice, "Happy Birthday! What's up, buttercup?"

"Hi, Robbie. Thanks for that. But also, you know how you said you'd take me to do anything I wanted tonight for my birthday?" He asked, practically vibrating out of his skin.

"Yeah. Did you finally decide what you want to do?" She asked.

"Yes, and I know it's probably not going to be the rip-roaring time you were planning, but just hear me out, okay?" He said, "How would you like to come with me to meet Ronnie Fitconi?"

"That author you like?" She asked, "Yeah, of course! I told you, anything you want to do, I'm down. So, what's the plan? Are we breaking into his house?"

"What? No! You are seriously so weird. He's doing a book signing at the campus bookstore, I was gonna bring my books and buy his new one and then I get to meet him and get his autograph! No breaking and entering required."

"Well, that's a lot less fun, but I'll be there. What time does it start?" Robin asked.

"6:30 tonight," Steve replied.

"Let's get there at 6:00, we don't want to have to wait forever, so it'd probably be better to get there early."

"Good thinking. In the meantime, we have a couple of hours, and my classes just ended for the day. Will you meet me for dinner and help me pick out what to wear so I don't look like a total idiot?" Steve asked, already heading towards his dorm.

"Of course. I'll bring tacos. I'll be there in ten."

With that, Robin hung up the phone, and Steve drove off towards his place. As soon as he got there, he went to his desk to get his copies of Ronnie's first three books. Steve would probably never admit to liking them as much as he did to anyone but Robin, because the guy wrote only romance novels, but he really did love them. He didn't read much, and when Ronnie's debut novel came out, he didn't have much interest in that, either. But then he read the second book when it came out, and he was hooked. He read the third one when it came out and only got further hooked, and finally he buckled and read the first one, too. He hadn't expected to like it, but he found that he couldn't put it down, and now that another one was coming out, he couldn't wait to read it, too.

The first book the guy had written was called "Kings of the Lost World", and it was a dystopian sci-fi romance. It was about a young man who thought he was king of all he saw, but just as he's settling into the position, the apocalypse hits. The king gets taken down a peg, having to team up with the same guy who had been in his position before, but got kicked off his throne before the new king had taken over, but now, they have to learn to lean on each other to survive. They have a rocky start at first, but eventually, it turns out that they fall in love, and they manage to find a place where they are safe and get to live out the rest of their lives in happiness. Steve honestly didn't think he'd like the book, since he typically hated both sci-fi and dystopian, but he ended up loving the book when he finally read it. It almost reminded him of when he was in high school, when Billy Hargrove came and kicked him off his throne for good, all except for the romance bit.

The second book the guy had published and the one that had gotten Steve hooked on the guy's writing was probably his saddest one, called "Blood of the Innocent". It was a noir thriller set in the 1920s, about a gay man who sang in speakeasies as a drag queen who got accused of murdering a bunch of young men that went to the clubs he sang at. The detective in the story, who was closeted himself, fell in love with the guy while trying to clear his name and solve the case, but after they'd started their affair, they were found out. This book didn't end up as happily as the first, with the two of them being able to run away together, rather they were both killed for their relationship and the original case was mostly forgotten about and covered up, only to go cold and remain unsolved. When Steve read it, he could not put it down, and when he got to the ending, he would be lying if he said he hadn't flat-out bawled over it. He had finished it around two in the morning one night, and Robin was not exactly happy about having to wake up to his call at that time to listen to him rant to her about it, but she read the book later at his insistence, and she soon forgave him once she got to the end.

The third book the guys wrote was called "Don't Fence Me In", and was a cute, sweet, rom-com kind of book about two young men who worked together on a horse ranch. The one man had lived there his whole life and who's father owned the place, but was getting too old to run it, so they hired a farmhand. That's where the other man came in, a handsome guy from out of town who had just been looking for work anywhere, and who the first guy thought was much too prissy and posh for the kind of manual labor that was expected of him. He had come from the city and was the son of a rich businesswoman, so why he wanted to run from that cushy lifestyle just to work on a rinky-dink ranch, the first guy didn't know, but he teased him about it relentlessly. But where he expected the guy to get offended and ditch his position, the other guy just took it lightly and met it with laughter, until they became friends, and eventually, even more than that. At the end of the book, the first guy's father, who, once he found out about the relationship supported it 100%, gave up ownership of the ranch to his son and his boyfriend, and the two were married on their land with the help of a fat check from the second guy's mother, who also supported them completely. Steve had gushed so hard over the book that when he was reading it, he found himself lying on his stomach with his legs kicked up and a permanent smile on his face as he twirled his hair. It was probably his favorite of all three books.

And now, as he held each book in his hands and placed them in his favorite tote bag to take with him to the signing event, he couldn't help but wonder what the next book might be about. That was another reason he loved this author so much, he always kept you guessing on what he might do next. Most authors picked one or two genres and stuck to them, but this guy was all over the place. And yet, everything he wrote was absolutely amazing, and had Steve captivated within a few pages. He could not wait to see where things would go this time.

After a few minutes of thinking about it, he heard a knock on his door, and he knew Robin was there. He went to let her in and immediately, the two of them set up the tacos on his desk and ate while Steve threw practically every piece of clothing he owned around his room, trying to find the perfect outfit. There was still an hour and a half before they had to be at the bookstore, but Steve refused to leave the apartment until he knew he looked perfect.

"Seriously, is it really that big a deal? I mean, you're gonna see him for like, five minutes. If that. You don't have to be in a tux or anything for that," Robin said as Steve continued to fret over whether he should wear his blue sweater or his green button-down as if the fate of the world depended on it.

"Yes, Robin, it is that big a deal! I don't want to look like an idiot! I'm already gonna look like a creep because of how much I love his books, and if I blank on him and say something stupid or can't speak at all, I want to at least look my best so he can't gossip about that to people, too!" Steve said, finally deciding on the sweater, but then having a whole new meltdown over which pants would go best with it.

"Okay, point taken, but also, you're selling yourself short. I'm sure he won't think you're an idiot, and he'll probably be flattered that you like his books so much. I mean, he wrote them for people to read and enjoy, right? And if you freeze up, I'll be right there with you to bring you out of it, so you really don't have anything to worry about. And go with the brown pants, the gray ones don't look right." She said, finally deciding to be helpful.

"Okay, I guess you're right. Now, which shoes should I go with? Dress shoes would probably be too formal, right?" He asked, holding his selections up to himself in the mirror.

"Yeah, just wear your converse or vans. We might still get stuck in line since this guy is so popular, so you should wear something comfortable. And wear your white dress shirt under your sweater so that the collar and cuffs stick out. It'll give you that cute academia look with your glasses and make it less weird to think of you as a bookworm." Robin said, helping him pick out the final few things and then leaving to give him privacy as he changed. Not that he needed it, they've both changed in front of each other countless times, but still. She also had a surprise for him, and she needed an excuse to count her cash without him seeing.

Finally, he was finished, and after he was finally satisfied with his hair, they put the leftover tacos in the fridge and Steve grabbed his books. They hopped in Robin's car, and got to the bookstore right at 6:00, ready to go inside with the others already on their way. The bookstore employees were apparently already checking people in, so Steve was anxious to get in there and get a good spot in line, but before he could jump out of the car (and his skin), Robin grabbed his arm.

"Wait, you're missing a few final things," she said, rummaging around in her little backpack that had the little video game character Kirby all over it.

"What?" Steve asked, his heart beating hard enough already. What could he have forgotten? Was his breath bad after the tacos? Did he have something on his face or in his teeth? Had his hair gone flat?

"One, a breath mint, just in case," she said, opening her pack of Altoids and giving him one. "Two, your inhaler, also just in case. We don't need you hyperventilating in front of your hero. Three, some lip gloss, just like back in our scoops days to really complete the look and make you just that much cuter."

She handed him a tube of her favorite lip gloss, strawberry banana flavored, the same kind she used to lend him way back when that made his lips pink and full. He slathered on a layer and handed it back to her, then popped the breath mint and slipped his inhaler into his pants pocket, fixing his hair and taking one last deep breath before turning to her and smiling nervously.

"You think I have everything?" He asked.

"Almost," she said, "You still need one more thing."

With that, she reached into her bag again and pulled out her wallet, handing him forty dollars in cash with a big smile on her face. Steve stared at the money, dumbfounded, trying to hand it back on instinct.

"No, keep it. You need it if you want to get his new book. Besides, it's your birthday present. You don't get to argue, I'm paying for it. Now let's get inside before they sell out!" Robin said, smiling widely at Steve's confused spluttering.

"Robin, you don't have to pay for me. Thank you, but you really don't-"

"Shut up your face, Dingus! I want to. Besides, like I said, it's your birthday present. Now, let's go, for real. We don't want to be the last ones in line, do we?"

Finally, Steve relented, climbing out of the car and meeting Robin at the front of it to give her the tightest hug he could muster before they walked in. They may be strictly platonic, but Steve loved her more than he ever loved anyone before, and he had to make sure she knew that.

Finally, they walked into the bookstore, where they were greeted by an overly chipper employee who already looked tired, and the event hadn't even started yet.

"Hi! Are you guys here for the book signing?" She asked, her customer service smile and attitude something the two of them were all too familiar with.

"Yeah, we are," Robin said, grinning widely at her.

"Great! Do you have your tickets already or do you need to purchase a copy of the book now?" the employee asked, covering her mouth against a yawn.

"No, we need to buy a copy," Steve said, holding tightly on his tote bag straps.

"Okay, that's perfectly fine. Just go on up to the front registers, Gigi will be there to help you out, and then just keep your receipt and you can jump in line. Have fun!" The employee smiled, then greeted the next people that came in behind them.

Steve and Robin went to the counter and did as instructed, asking the girl there for a copy of the book and paying for it before getting in line and waiting for it to start moving. As they did, Steve was practically on pins and needles, and Robin took the opportunity to examine the cover of the new book. It was called "Court of Royal Rivalries", and the pun was evident when you saw the cover. It was two boys playing basketball, one a brunet in a green and white jersey and the other a blond with not shirt on, just green shorts.

"Hey Dingus, can I see your book for a second?" Robin asked, and Steve handed it over.

"Sure, why?" He asked.

"I just want to read the back and see what it's about," Robin said, flipping it over.

"Ooh, read it out loud, I want to know, too." Steve encouraged, and Robin began to read.

"Seth Haner is the king of his high school, with everything his heart would desire. He's got money, he's got looks, he's got charm, and most of all, he's got his peers groveling at his feet for even a scrap of his attention. But after having been dumped by his girlfriend Natalie seemingly out of nowhere, he realizes that what he really wants, a love that will last, is the one thing he doesn't have. Enter Ben Holden, a new student transferring into the sleepy rural town from California. Suddenly, Ben is the hottest commodity in the school, easily dethroning Seth and taking over his court. Seth can't stand the guy, and is dreading it when he finds out that they'll be playing basketball together, the one things Seth has left after losing practically everything. Ben is a monster on the court, and Seth feels like he's losing basketball, too, when the coach tells them to work out their differences or they'll both be nixed from the team. Can Seth and Ben put aside their differences to find their similarities? Or will the blood of the two kings be spilled as they fight for the crown on the court?"

Steve stared at her as she finished reading the blurb, his jaw hanging open as she finished.

"Okay," he said, debating whether or not he needed to use his inhaler, "Either this is one hell of a coincidence or... Well, no, that has to be it! That's so fucking weird."

"I know! I mean, that's like your high school career in a nutshell. And look at the cover! I'm willing to bet my life that the brunet one is Seth and the blond is Ben, because this is too fucking uncanny. That is the creepiest shit ever. It's like a glitch in the matrix or something!" Robin agreed, handing the book back to Steve.

"Wait a second, hang on, I want to see something," he said, pulling out the other three books from his bag as the line began to move. He flipped them each open to the title pages, and Robin watched as he found what he was looking for.

"Okay, wait, look at this," he said, showing her the first one, "This book is dedicated to his sister, apparently, who 'taught him what it was like to live through the end of the world'. Then this one," he opened the second book to the same page, "This one is dedicated to his mom, who 'kept him safe until things got hard and then left him to the wolves'. And this one," he opened the third one, "is dedicated to his father, who 'should have supported him like Mr. Montgomery supported River'. So I wonder..." Steve said, then opened up the fourth book, and his heart nearly stopped when he read the dedication.

"What does it say?!" Robin insisted. They were only a few people away from meeting the guy, but Steve felt like he knew him already, and it only raised more questions that he couldn't figure out the answers to as he handed the book to Robin to read for herself.

The dedication read, "To my Pretty Boy. You know who you are. This is the way I wish our story ended up. I'm sorry."

Robin finished reading it and her eyes went wide as she looked up at Steve, the both of them utterly baffled. This was just impossible. Neither of them could believe it, and neither of them knew what to say. They were both trying to come up with some way to explain it, but before they could, another bookstore employee, a man about their age with dark hair down to his shoulders, ushered them through the backdrop screens that were set up to keep the interactions private and told them to have fun.

Steve and Robin didn't know if it was more or less confusing when they stepped up to the table and saw none other than Billy Hargrove sitting in front of them, a sharpie in his hand and his blond hair tied up into a knot on top of his head. He had a slight beard now and more tattoos now than back in high school, in fact, he had a whole sleeve on one arm and a few standalone ones on his other arm. He was wearing a short sleeve button up, but unlike back in school, all the buttons were done up, except for the top two, exposing the pendant he still wore and just a sliver of his still golden skin. His eyes were still the same sparkling blue, but they were partially hidden behind a pair of round brown glasses. He still wore his dagger earring, but he had a few more piercings up around the shell of his ear and a stud in his nose now, too. Overall, he looked fantastic, he took Steve's breath away, but he was still completely floored that he was sitting there in front of them.

"Hi, how are yo-" Billy said, finally looking up at them and seeming to choke on the words, literally. He began to cough as his face went red, and the manager of the bookstore ran to get him a bottle of water while another employee, the dark haired man, came over to make sure everything was okay.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine, thanks," Billy said, waving the man off, "Just wasn't expecting to see any familiar faces today."

The manager finally returned with the water, and Billy drank it, and once he caught his breath, he finally seemed to get himself collected. At least, collected enough to turn on his charm and start acting like he hadn't just choked at the sight of two blasts from his past.

"Well well well, Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. I never expected to see you two around here. How've you been?" He asked, motioning for Steve's books and readying his sharpie.

"Um, fine, I guess?" Robin said, "Wow, sorry, it's just a trip seeing you here. I honestly thought you were dead or something."

"Aw, I wish!" Billy joked, smiling as Steve finally handed him the books and he began to scribble in them. "But no, seriously, it's a trip to see you guys, too. I never expected to see anyone from Hawkins ever again once I moved out here. I'm not surprised you thought I was dead, I tried to bury my old self. That's why I don't let anyone take pictures and why I write under a pen name. I didn't want to be found."

"Jesus, what, are you on the run?" Robin asked, Steve still speechless beside her.

"No, just living happily by myself for once and not wanting anyone to find out and ruin it for me. I guess you guys know, but the fact that you're here means you're fans, so I don't think I need to worry too much about you posting my yearbook pictures all over Twitter as long as I ask you really nicely." He grinned, and Steve nearly lost his breath all over again.

"Well, Stevie's more of a fan than I am. It's his birthday today, so I told him we could do whatever he wants tonight and since he loves your books we ended up here, but either way, my lips are sealed." Robin said, finally stepping back and pushing Steve forward to make him interact with the other guy.

"Y-yeah, no, I wouldn't tell anyone. I mean, after all you've gone through to make sure no one knows who you really are. Like, I couldn't even find you when I googled your name, and you can find anyone on google." Steve rambled, hoping that Billy couldn't hear his heart beating practically out of his chest.

"I appreciate that," Billy said, his smile big and bright on his face. "So, how've you been, Stevie? I hear you're a huge fan. What did you think of the last one?"

"I-I loved it. 'Fence' is probably my favorite of them, but I love all your books. You're a really talented writer, I never would've thought- Wait, no, that came out wrong! Jeez, I hope I didn't offend you, I just meant that you always seemed more street smart than book smart- shit, I didn't mean that either, I just meant- Oh, hell," Steve stammered, his face going as red as Robin's t-shirt, "This is coming out all wrong, I didn't mean that, I hope I didn't just piss you off, because I really do like your books and I'm just nervous cuz it's you and you're like, the last person I expected to see here signing them. I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, calm down, Stevie Boy. It's fine, I get it. No need to be sorry for anything. And anyway, I'm the one who choked when I first saw you," Billy chuckled, finally finishing writing in the last book and capping his sharpie before he handed them back to Steve to put in his bag. "I'm glad I got to see you guys again. I think I needed some familiarity. It was starting to get a little lonely being a ghost. Hopefully I'll see you again sometime soon."

And with that, he stood up, gave them each a quick hug, and then motioned for the dark haired man to bring in the next group. Steve and Robin left through another set of screens and to the door, the both of them seemingly in a daze until they got to Robin's car.

"Well, that was... certainly something," Robin said, staring straight ahead, just like Steve, both of them still trying to wrap their heads around it.

"You can say that again. I mean, Billy fucking Hargrove? I never would've guessed in a million years." Steve said, his eyes still wide.

"Neither would I." Robin agreed.

"And to make matters worse, he was so fucking hot! Like, that was not fair for the universe to make me look like such an imbecile in from of him!" Steve ranted.

"Okay, it really wasn't that bad, you were just star-struck, I'm sure he gets that all the time. And besides, he looked happy to see us, especially you," Robin replied, then she seemed to remember something, perking up and turning to look at him. "Wait, what did he write in your books? He wrote for a long time, it couldn't have just been his signature."

Steve nodded his agreement and took the books back out of his tote, starting with the first one and flipping it open to the page that Billy had written on.

"What does it say?" Robin asked, trying to lean over to see, but she couldn't read the cursive Billy wrote in.

"It says, 'Pretty Boy, since you're a fan and you already know, here's some more tidbits you might not have guessed about...(1/4)' then his signature." Steve opened the second book, and read on, "This one says, 'First off, my pseudonym is a joke. I always liked the name Ronnie, and Fitconi is an anagram of the word 'Fiction', because it's a fake name. Clever, huh? (2/4)'. Then his signature again." He flipped open the third book, his heart pounding in his ears as he read, "This one says, 'Secondly, and probably most importantly, all my books-'"

Steve cut himself off as his heart got caught in his throat, but he swallowed as he started over, "'Secondly, and probably most importantly, all my books are about you and me, and the way I wish they'd been for us. (3/4)', and his signature again."

"Holy shit!" Robin said, practically lunging at him as she begged him to read the last one.

"And finally, this one says, 'Lastly, I'd like to see you again. Maybe I can elaborate what I mean by all this, because I really want to. Enjoy this book, and even if you don't let me know your thoughts. Don't be giving this out to people, but-'"

Steve cut himself off again and slammed the book's cover shut, his face flushing even worse than before as he hid his face in his hands.

"What?! What did it say?!" Robin demanded, her hands waving around as she got more excited.

"He gave me his fucking number!" Steve practically screamed, pulling his hands away from his face as he looked at her with a weird smile. "Then he wrote happy birthday and signed his name again! Fuck, I don't know whether to scream or to go back in there and kiss him right on the fucking mouth! This is fucking Twilight Zone levels of insanity and I don't know whether to be happy or terrified!"

"Let's go with happy for right now, he wants to see you again! And all his books are about you! That's so cool! And he wants to see you again! This is definitely a win! I think you should call him tomorrow." Robin said, trying to hype Steve up.

"I don't know..." he said, picking at his sweater sleeve, "What if I make a fool of myself again? I wouldn't even know what to talk about with him. I'd just look dumb."

"I highly doubt he would think so. He practically lit up like a light bulb when he saw you!" Robin said.

"He choked on air when he saw me." Steve deadpanned.

"Yeah, but after that, he lit up! And he told you that his books, which are all romances, are about you! Seriously, you should call him. At least once you finish the book, that way if you don't talk about anything else, you can talk about that!" Robin argued, and Steve reluctantly agreed.

He was finished with the book by that time the next day. He loved it, every word, and he knew from the beginning that it was about him, but it was honestly both weird and heart melting to read his own life (albeit with a different outcome) written down on paper. He remembered the dedication in the book, how Billy said that the happy ending he wrote for Seth and Ben was how he wished things had gone for them back in high school, and finally, Steve buckled.

He called Billy.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #robin buckley #ficlet #robin is the best best friend and she and steve are too cute #i need to write about their friendship more #stranger things

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trulybetty · 10 months

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Social | (Dieter Bravo x OFC)

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Warnings: alcohol, minor drug reference, past relationships, drunk behaviour, this is Cliff Beasts Dieter now. Summary: Chaotic Dieter is just as chaotic when he's on the other side of the Atlantic and in another time zone. AO3: Linked

A/N: Inspired by both @wildemaven's text exchange series between Poppy & Dieter and @gnpwdrnwhiskey's between SunDrop & Ginger

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2021

With her phone in hand, Bryony rolled off her bed, pulling her hoodie over her head as she went, opening the door to the hallway, she called out, "Cricket! Where are you?"

"Down here!" came the shout from what sounds like the vicinity of the kitchen.

Yawning, Bryony went back to her phone as she padded down the stairs. Pulling up the UberEats app she had been scrolling through before Cricket's text interrupted her. If there was a silver lining to the pandemic, it was the convenience of ordering food and, most importantly, alcohol, to your front door at any hour.

"Why are you watching Cliff Beasts?" Bryony asked as she heard the unmistakable opening riffs of the terrible soft rock associated with its opening credits.

Bryony's open-plan living room, cum kitchen, was divided by the sectional where Cricket lay, her phone mere inches from her face. Bryony rolled her eyes as she saw her friend's glasses on the kitchen counter, less than five feet away from where Cricket lay. Picking them up, she gently tossed them onto her chest

"I'm not watching it," she unfolded her glasses and placed them on her face, "thank you," she mumbled as she continued to swipe away at her phone.

The tinny cacophony of music, dialogue, and sound effects poured from Cricket's phone's speakers as she rapidly swiped through a seemingly endless stream of TikTok videos. Pulling an open bottle of white wine from the fridge, Bryony gave it a cautious sniff, determining it didn't smell sour with a shrug, she grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet.

Uncorking what was left of the bottle, she poured two generous servings, marveling at the fact that there was even this much left. She chose to overlook the fact that just two nights ago, this had been the fourth bottle she and Cricket had opened during their wine night induced by quarantine. In the confines of her LA home during the ongoing pandemic, the two of them had decided to call it a night once they realized how tipsy they'd become. The realization had hit especially hard when, in the early hours of the morning, Cricket had drunkenly proposed video calling her ex.

"Bryony."

"Hmm?" she replied she replied, taking a healthy mouthful of the wine she'd just poured.

"I can't tell if I'm still hungover but... Is this actually Dieter Bravo doing a Tik Tok dance?" Cricket asked, having actually left the sofa to thrust the phone in Bryony's direction.

"What?" Bryony struggled to focus on the screen that was blurred from being too close to her face. Holding Cricket's wrist she pulled her friends arm back to try and better focus on the fast moving video clip on her phone.

Cocking her head to the side, she pulled her own glasses down from atop her head in an effort to stop squinting at the phone.

Lo and behold, there was the ever enigmatic Dieter Bravo, clothed in his signature robe and dark sunglasses, engaging in a TikTok dance with a fresh-faced influencer whose name Bryony couldn't quite recall. He moved with an unexpected rhythm, a hint of his old charm peeking through the absurdity of the situation.

Bryony flicked her thumb, scrolling past the video. But she found herself immediately returning to it.

"That's definitely Dieter," Bryony confirmed, pushing her glasses back up onto her head. She couldn't help but feel a pang of...something. Was it concern? Pity? She wasn't sure.

"Who knew Dieter had moves like that," Cricket remarked, her eyes still glued to the screen.

Bryony rolled her eyes but couldn't help a small, fond smile that curled on her lips. "He always could dance when he wanted to," she murmured, more to herself than to Cricket.

"Didn't he once say that social media was the epitome of all that's wrong with our society?" Cricket asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Bryony nodded, remembering Dieter's long, drunken rant about how social media was leading to the downfall of society. "Yes, he did. Said it would be the death of us all," she affirmed.

Cricket sighed, concern creeping into her tone. "I knew things were bad for him, but this... I've heard rumours that this whole shoot is a chaotic mess."

Bryony had also heard the whispers. The world was in the throes of the pandemic, and only a few daring studios were trying to produce something under the challenging conditions. There was Tom Cruise's latest instalment of Mission Impossible and now the infamous franchise, Cliff Beasts, which had managed to turn its catastrophic flop into some form of success.

Cricket shook her head, her expression filled with disbelief. "Why is he even starring in this dumpster fire of a movie?"

Bryony knew the answer all too well. Dieter had burned too many bridges, both metaphorically and literally. She'd run into Pierce, Dieter's long-time manager, who'd confided in her that Dieter's rampant social antics and frequent substance abuse had finally caught up with him. Major studios were steering clear of him, wary of his unpredictability. His career trajectory had suffered a nosedive, resulting in roles that, once upon a time, the Oscar recipient would have scorned.

"Who knows why he does half the things he does these days," Bryony murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She traced the rim of her wine glass with her fingertip, the cool condensation grounding her in the reality of the present moment.

Cricket swiped up on her phone, and a new video began playing - a clip from 'Hunger Strike'. The frame was filled with a younger, healthier Dieter. His eyes, raw and passionate, glowed with an intensity that tugged at Bryony's heart. There was no denying his talent. Dieter had delivered an unforgettable performance that had resonated with people worldwide, launching him into a new stratum of fame overnight that pathed the way to his Oscar win.

Nursing her wine, Bryony allowed her mind to wander back to those balmy days in Spain - the seemingly endless hours on set, the tight-knit bond between the cast and crew, and the intoxicating nights spent with Dieter under the starlit skies. It seemed so distant now, almost as if from another life.

After a long silence, Bryony found her voice again, her voice softer with nostalgia. "You remember when we shot this scene? God, it was so hot that day. But he... he was phenomenal."

Cricket, her gaze still anchored on the screen, grunted in agreement. She couldn't deny his talent, no matter how much she detested him. "Yeah, he was. Damn it, I hate to admit it, but the man's got skill. Makes it even more frustrating to see him throw it all away..." Her voice trailed off, leaving an unspoken sense of disappointment lingering in the air.

Bryony glanced at her, "Yeah," she echoed softly. "Such a waste."

A moment of silence passed between them, the air heavy with thoughts of Dieter and what could've been. But then, Cricket's eyes brightened, her mischievous grin resurfacing as she put her phone aside.

"Hey, are we going to order pizza or what?" she asked, her tone light, the melancholic atmosphere instantly dissipating. "And just so you know, Bry, no amount of your sweet talk is going to convince me to put pineapple on it. Not tonight, not ever."

---

If the soft buzz of her phone didn't wake her up, the glow of her lock screen indicating she had an incoming call did. Fumbling in the dark, Bryony's hand shot out for the offending phone on her bedside table and answered it without much thought to who it was calling her.

"''ello," she mumbled as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

There was a quiet sniff before she heard the fumbling of the phone on the other end be picked up, "Ah, Daff."

Bryony narrowed her eyes as she pulled her phone from her ear to look at the screen. She didn't need Google's assistance to know the +44 code at the start of the number meant this was a call from the UK, nor did she need any further confirmation it was Dieter Bravo at the other end with the use of her nickname used only by him.

"Dieter, it's the middle of the night here. Are you drunk or high right now?" her voice a mix of both annoyance and concern.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by a sheepish laugh. "Maybe a little bit of both," he admitted , his voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and defiance.

"How did you get my number anyway?"

"Rhys," Dieter admitted, vulnerability creeping into his voice, momentarily replacing the bravado.

Bryony groaned, massaging the bridge of her nose. Rhys 'did you know I used to be a professional rugby player' Morgan. The self-proclaimed bachelor was perhaps the only man who could rival Dieter's ego, and certainly the only one who could match him drink for drink and still emerge coherent.

A few weeks ago, she had received a message from her older brother. They'd been exchanging updates about their shared disappointment of missing Christmas in Wales due to travel restrictions - him holed up in London, her confined in LA. He'd casually mentioned that Dieter was also in England for filming. At the time, she hadn't thought much of it, nor had she felt the need to inquire further. Now, however, it didn't take a genius to deduce that Rhys and Dieter must have bent lockdown rules for a drinking spree in London.

Realising this, a wave of irritation washed over her. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered under her breath. "You really shouldn't have called, Dieter."

Her blunt tone seemed to catch Dieter off guard. There was a pause on the other end, and Bryony could almost picture him - in a luxurious hotel room, a half-empty bottle of whisky on the table, his forehead creased as he struggled to understand why she wasn't playing along.

"Listen, Bryony..." Dieter's voice trailed off, the line crackling with his hesitation.

"What is it, Dieter?" she asked, her curiosity piqued despite her frustration.

There was a pause on the line, the only sound being the shallow rhythm of Dieter's breathing. Finally, he broke the silence with a blunt, "I'm... uh... lonely."

She sighed deeply. Of course, he was. Dieter was used to being the center of attention, the life of the party. Lockdown in a bubble for a film shoot would be especially hard on him. "That doesn't really surprise me, Dieter. It's lockdown. Everyone's lonely."

He let out a bitter chuckle. "No, Bry. Not like that. I mean...I miss...you know...certain things."

Certain things. The euphemism wasn't lost on her. She found herself rolling her eyes, a small laugh escaping her. Two years after their breakup, over half a year since they'd last seen each other, and he was calling her for phone sex? It was almost funny if it wasn't so typical of him.

"Dieter," she began, a touch of incredulity colouring her voice, "are you seriously calling me up, in the middle of the night, for...phone sex?"

"I...uh..." Dieter seemed to fumble for words for a moment before he eventually responded, with a resigned, "Yes."

Bryony blinked, stunned into silence. Of all the things he could have said, this was the last thing she had expected. She let out a shocked laugh, "You can't be serious..."

"I am," he replied, his voice dead serious. "Why not, Daff? I'm single, you're single."

Bryony was going to strangle her brother when she saw him next.

"Are you okay, Dieter?" The question slipped out before she could stop it, laced with a worry she no longer had a right to feel.

The silence stretched out on the other end of the line, long enough that Bryony began to wonder if he'd hung up. But then he laughed, a sound too bitter to be genuine. When he finally spoke, his voice had lost its previous vulnerability, replaced with the cocky bravado she was used to hearing in interviews and press conferences.

"I'm more than okay, Daff," he quipped, his voice brimming with faux nonchalance.

"Right, well..." Bryony trailed off, unsure of what to say. She was spared the trouble of finding the right words when Dieter abruptly ended the conversation, a knock at his door could be heard.

"Actually, come to think of it, I believe the blonde receptionist has been shooting me quite a few intriguing glances all evening. It might be high time I introduced myself in person. Seems like I won't be needing that phone sex, after all." His words hung in the air, a challenging note in his tone.

Without waiting for her response, the line abruptly went dead before Bryony could respond, left staring at her phone screen, the glow of the disconnected call illuminating her features in the dark room.

As the surreal nature of the conversation sank in, she let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. The universe seemed intent on keeping Dieter in her life, much to her chagrin. She shook her head, dropping the phone on the bed beside her, and lay back down. She knew sleep wasn't going to come easy.

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pix3lplays · 10 months

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Hello!!! First of all, this may be a lot to ask for so feel comfortable to ignore this request. DO NOT FEEL PRESSURED TO DO IT!

Can I request a Blade x gn! reader, comfort? In which Blade just gives them the reassurance and love that they need. (Probably modern au because of social media) Context (which is unfortunately inspired by one irl thing that happened to me):

A few weeks ago I had an argument wuth someone in which at one point I made a mistake, but I was like, ok dude, I realise my mistake, got lost in translation. But the person did a bigger mistake (details that will matter). Today... Well recently, I saw that that person posted a tik tok video about that thing and skipped that they made a HUGE mistake and didn't put it in the video, in which were shitting on me, calling me a fake fan or something among those lines. I was there like: if I'm making fun of you I'm making fun of you in my closed friends on Instagram like... Girl... The fuck. I already admitted that I made a mistake, why didn't you admit your to the public if you're going to shit on me publicly as well (lucky there were no names posted)?

And I'm just here asking in my head Blade how I can become like him, to not give a big fuck about anyone, to not care anymore to just ''delete" that person from giving me emotional damage (even if I blocked them).

Again, ignore this if you don't feel comfortable or good about writing something about this.

(Now, if you did, thank you! I don't know how to express my gratitude for you though text so, thank you!)

Hi there! Oh my gosh I’m so so sorry you went through that, I’m going to be honest I’m not the best at fics but I’ll do my best for you. Once again, I’m really sorry to hear about that, I hope my fic can bring you at least some level of comfort. Thank you for sending in an ask, I really appreciate it.

Umm I’m realizing I didn’t make it a modern au, and I made it kind of vague, I hope you don’t mind!

Blade is very touch-starved, and not used to physical affection or comforting people in general.

-Distraction-

Your boyfriend, Blade, had always amazed you. It was like nothing could ever faze him, he was always cool and collected, and even now, as he sat next to you on the couch watching you cry, he didn’t seem knocked off his balance.

He was looking at you calmly, quietly, his brow slightly knit with concern, like he was waiting for you to speak. Or waiting for your permission to do something.

“How do you do it?” you ask through tears, looking away from your phone and into your boyfriend’s beautiful orange eyes. “How are you so…calm all the time?” you explain when he doesn’t immediately answer. “How come nothing phases you?!”

He doesn’t seem to know how to respond. Blade’s rule was simple. He didn’t like being touched, and he wouldn’t touch you. But today was different. You were suffering and he has to do something.

To your surprise, he takes your hand, and squeezes it gently.

“You don’t want to know why I am the way I am,” he admits, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that this happened to you, and I know you’re feeling pain right now…just…” He’s struggling to find his words. He wasn’t good at this sort of stuff. But he was trying his best for you.

“Just who cares what they think, y/n? Why does this matter at the end of the day? Just try to let it go and forget about it, it’s for the best…”

He was right, you knew. But it was hard. You sniffle, wipe at your eyes.

“Unless…” he adds with a mischievous smile. “You want some revenge?” You know he’s joking (hopefully). THE Blade of the Stellaron Hunters, is making a joke in an attempt to get you to smile.

“No,” you say, shaking your head, and smiling. “No it’s okay, you’re right about letting it go…”

He leans against you, so that your shoulders are touching.

“Do you want to keep talking about it, or would you like a distraction from it?” he asks. And it’s amazing to you that he hasn’t done this comforting thing before. He’s actually not bad at it.

But the truth is, sweet, comforting Blade is only saved for you and you alone.

“How about…” you bite your lip, pretending to think about it. “A distraction. What did you have in mind?”

He looks hesitant, as if surprised you chose the distraction. Or…a little bit afraid.

He leans forward, making it evident he wants to kiss you.

You’ve never actually kissed Blade before. Even in your months of dating. He didn’t like to be touched. And that went double for kisses. One time you had tried to kiss his cheek and he outright dodged you.

But now here he was, pushing himself outside his comfort zone, for you.

You smile a bit. “Are you…sure?” you ask, not wanting to discourage him, but knowing this kind of stuff wasn’t his thing. Not that you minded it. You were so used to your boyfriend.

“I’m certain,” he concludes, and his lips meet yours, and he is cold but comforting. He pulls away, looking a little shaken. His hands are on your waist, and he puts his forehead on your shoulder.

“You don’t need to worry about what anyone else thinks of you, okay?” he says, still dwelling on events that made you upset.

“Okay…” you murmur. “Thank you…Blade…”

You just shared your first kiss with him…Blade…he did it to make you feel better, he did it because he loved you…he went out of his comfort zone, to make you feel happier.

“Seriously, y/n, promise me you won’t let it bother you…”

“I promise,” and you intend to uphold it. For his sake, for your sake. He was right. It didn’t matter at the end of the day. “But in return you have to teach me to be as calm as you are.”

“I am unsure how to do that,” he confesses, pulling away from you and giving you a cute, concerned look.

“That’s alright,” you smile, laugh a bit even. He was just so cute with that look on his face.

Oh, you loved Blade. Loved everything about him. And you wished you could express how thankful you were to him, but truthfully he was just happy you were starting to feel better.

“What else can I do for you?” he asks, taking your hand again and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I would do anything for you…”

“Just…stay with me a little longer.”

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softtcurse · 2 years

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Run

falling for her was easy, letting her go was so much harder

// inspired by the song ‘run’ by joji //

please note I do not condone any actions written down below. This is purely fiction. This fic contains talks of manipulation and mention of 18+ content, please do not interact if you’re a minor xx

I fell for your magic

I tasted your skin

And though this is tragic

At least I found the end

I witness your madness

You shed light on my sins

And if we share in this sadness

Then where have you been?

Infatuation never came easy for Jack. He often found himself finding a woman he genuinely liked more difficult that he thought. It wasn’t his playboy persona that made him not want a girlfriend, or the way he held himself up at a high standard that he knew the woman he was eventfully going to end up with was someone he loved and cared about because HE wanted to. Not because he felt like he needed to.

If you had told Jack that he would find himself encapsulated in the heart of a woman by the name of YN, he would laughed straight into your face.

You just had that effect on him.

The moment he met you, something clicked. The way you held yourself, the way you were laughing with your friends and radiating underneath the lights of the venue he was performing at. The entire night his eyes never left yours, and your eyes never left his. It was as if you were an enchantress eyeing your next victim, and in some way that made sense.

“Im Jack” The tall man introduced himself to you. All 6’3 of him sticking his hand out. You rolled your eyes playfully. Of course you knew who he was. His name postered all over the venue, your friend never stopping to ravage about him on your car ride to the concert, and not to mention the performance he had put on for everyone. The girls crying as he looked at them, some holding signs begging for his attention to them why could post tik toks of him.

“I know who you are” you laughed. Your hand shaking his. You saw a flash of something across his features. You couldn’t put your finger on it though. Even if you were really good at these types of things. Men introducing themselves to you wasn’t something new. However men that were Jack Harlow were. You watched as his infamous smile took over his grin. A genuine smile. And you almost felt bad knowing you couldn’t give him exactly what you thought- no, knew that he wanted from you.

“Do you?” He laughed. You nodded your head. Looking at him through your lashes with a shrug.

“Kind of hard to miss the crying girls and the signs that say ‘fuck me’” Jack shook his head at you. Watching as the people around you guys made their way over to the bar to grab some drinks. Your friends had long left your side and instead were sitting at a small section secluded from where Jack had initiated conversation with you. The previous energy replaced by a more chill one. Jack with his entourage networking. You with yours eyeing the place.

“Whats your name?” He leaned in to talk a little closer to your ear so you could hear him better. The smell of his cologne immediately hit your senses. You leaned back in to his ear to reply. If you had a hand up to his chest you were sure you would feel his heart palpitating because of you.

“YN”

“Beautiful name”

“I know”

Thats how it started. A round about with you. That night you two exchanged phone numbers, with his promise to you that he would text you as soon as he got back to the hotel. You had nodded, a kiss to his cheek and a hug. His warm hands resting on your waist as you both said your goodbyes for the night.

Jack went back to the hotel and all he could think about the entire night was you.

6 went by, you two continued to talk. A relationship started to form. Something along the lines of a friends with benefits but with a little twist, because Jack started to develop some emotions towards you that weren’t reciprocated. You didn’t exactly make your intentions very clear. You really didn’t feel like you needed to. But he had thought different when he had introduced you to his family. They absolutely loved you. You were so sweet to them and mingled with everyone. His mom had even started to show you pictures of him of when he was a baby, his younger self before any of the fame, before Jack Harlow became the musical anomaly he was.

His friends adored you. You were so chill and we’re always down to hang out with them. They would tease the both of you, say you were the next IT couple. Jack grinning and leaning back against his seat. A hand on your thigh and a proud smile on his face as he watched the way you shrugged and looked at him, placing a kiss on his lips and replying with a ‘maybe’.

Your body was a temple and your kissed were an addiction to him. He felt proud to have you by his side. To know that you were his, even if you of officially weren’t. Everytime you walked into a room he would be looking at you. His hands almost always finding your body to hold you close, almost as if he were to let go someone would snatch you up from him.

I know you're not in love

Like you used to be

Guess I'm not the one

Like you used to think

So you just run

I know that I'm stuck

In this misery

Guess I'm not enough

Like you used to think

So I'll just run

A month after he felt like he was on top of the world, it all came crashing down. His fall from his high was much harder than he imagined it would be. One slip up and you were ready to throw him away like he meant nothing to you. A Saturday morning you had found out Jack had been talking to one of his ex’s. It wants anything sexual by any means. But the fact that he didn’t tell you made you heat up. You felt embarrassed, you weren’t together. Nor did you plan on it. But you had such pride in you that the mere thought of him doing something so sneaky to you send you over the edge.

“Ma it wasn’t even anything like that stop overreacting” He watched as you paced his living room. Arms crossed and your cheeks heated up. His phone had been left unattended for a minute while he went in to the kitchen to grab you some water. You hadn’t seen him in two weeks so some make up sex was definitely needed. Three rounds later and some kisses and you let him go because you were thirsty and needed a little break.

The t shirt you were wearing was his. It smelled like him too which brought you only the slightest bit of confort. You didn’t know exactly why you were so upset at first. It wasn’t like you loved him. It was just you felt humiliated and you’d be damned if Jack Harlow would be the one to make you look stupid.

“It’s not anything? Do you realize that if you asked that woman to drop her fucking panties for you she would? I mean why don’t I just go talk to MY ex Jack? Why don’t I do the same thing you’re doing right now and then tell you it isn’t s big deal and see how you feel?” You sniffled. You paused your pacing to stand directly in front of him. Pride hurt, and a look that would’ve killed Jack if you had the power to do so.

“Baby don’t say that.” He softly said to you. Walking up to you and quickly tugging you into his arms. A kiss placed on the crown of your head. “You know I would never chose her over you. Never. I love you too much to do that to you. You know that right?” Jack asked you. You refused to look at him, wanting him to feel bad. More bad than you knew he already felt. His arms felt nice. The way his hands were gently rubbing up your back in some type of conciliation. His right hand lifted up your chin. To look at him, the most sincere look in his blue eyes. He looked sad. He looked like he was about drop down to his knees to apologize to you if that’s what you wanted. “You know that right? You know I wouldn’t do a fucking thing to hurt you ma…” He trailed.

You were so good at playing your role.

“You promise?”

“I promise, I would never lie to you.”

You bathe in your victory

You blew out on my fuse

And if I took on the planet

Will I pay my dues?

Your love was a mystery

Yeah my love is a fool

And I traveled the country

Just to get to you

You never told him you loved him. He knew that much, he knew you wouldn’t. At first he thought maybe you needed time. After all he only said it so quickly to you because he meant what he was saying. He didn’t want you walking around saying something you didn’t mean to him.

But after a while it left a sour taste in his mouth everytime you didn’t say it back. You both shared intimate moments together, rather quickly too. You confided in him with somethings that you didn’t think you would be vulnerable with him about but you did. Maybe that was your first mistake. That wasn’t what you wanted initially. You wanted fun, messing with a rapper would do it for you. Jack was the hottest in the game and you felt like you wanted a glimpse into that life style. It was fun, really fun. Jack’s company was refreshing. From the sex, down to even speaking to him. Kissing up on him, even the littlest things as him always opening the door for you.

“Im leaving Jack”

“You’re leaving?”

You watched as he stared you down. Two bags next to your leg as you awaited his arrival from his outing with Urban and PG in general. You had decided to stay back to get all your thoughts together, the mere excuse that you just weren’t feeling up to it. But in reality you were just figuring out a way to tell him, and finally end things for good.

“Yes, leaving”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He dropped his keys onto a key bowl next to the front door. His shirt rising up as he ran a hand through his hair. A sigh leaving his lips. He took one deep breath and looked at you again. This was a cycle with you he felt. Days were either good or arguments. Because you didn’t like somethings he was doing, and he didn’t want to make you feel disrespected in any type of way. Or because you were being distant and he didn’t like that.

“Why? Why are you leaving YN? Please humor me and tell me what you could possibly be upset for now. I left and everything was fine. Did I leave the temperature too low for you? Was a pillow misplaced? What?” He seemed irritated off the jump. Even if it wasn’t suppose to come off that way it did. His heart ached for you, he genuinely cared about you. Even had an interview where he admitted that he got a little piece of what loved felt like because of you. After years of denying ever being in love. You were the person that did it for him. Only for you to snatch it up from him.

“You’re so funny” you sarcastically laughed and stood up. “I’m going to see my family. Im moving back to Atlanta for good.” You said.

“Why?”

“Because Im done with this shit Jack, I’m over it” You laugh coldly at him. The hit of pain that hit his pain wasn’t enough to stop you. Jack Harlow wasn’t someone you could truly ever find yourself loving. You weren’t even sure he was capable of being faithful to you. So why would you even toy with the idea that you wouldn’t be one of those women that ended up being baby mama’s to these rappers?

“YN, Im so confused” His voice cracked a little bit. Usually with the two of you it was a minor argument that ended up with him fucking you in every square inch of his home. You would love on him and then get up to make him something to eat. It felt so domestic and maybe it was him wanting to feel something, anything. But with you it felt different.

“Don’t be, I’m not coming back.” You ended, or at least tried to end the conversation there. Figuring he couldn’t want you in his home. You grabbed both of your suit cases and rolled your eyes. Wheeling one of them to the door behind you.

“I did everything for you”

“I never asked you to”

A slight pause.

“I didn’t think I needed to”

You turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. His he was clenched. Truly you could tell he was holding back throwing some shit against the wall. Each word you said to him hit deeper. He consoled you in times where you and your mom argued on the phone, he bought you things not because he felt like he had to but because he felt like as someone who wanted to be with you he should show you acts like these even if you didn’t ask for them. It was cold blooded if you to lead him on this way. Because maybe just maybe he couldn’t saved himself a little heartbreak earlier.

“Why now? Why didn’t you do this shit before I brought you to meet my parents? Before I let you meet my friends and join my circle? Before I was talking about you in interviews like I actually meant something to you?” Jack turned around and watched you. Your weight shifted on one leg. A purse of your lips and you shrugged.

“Sometimes I need a little adventure in my life I guess. This was very fun Jack. I enjoyed our company together and I got a little taste of what so many women crave. But this isn’t for me.”

Your phone pings signaling that your Uber was outside waiting for you. Long ride to the airport awaited you.

“Bye”

“I loved you”

Jack was left with silence and one last look, before you took off with his every emotion on your sleeve.

The door clicked closed and it would be a while before Jack Harlow ever saw you again.

I know you're not in love

Like you used to be

I guess I'm not the one

Like you used to think

So you just run

I know that I'm stuck

In this misery

Guess I'm not enough

Like you used to think

So I'll just run

I know you're not in love

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