#also I’ve noticed when I do speak I’m ignored lmao
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do you love me?; 4
synopsis: they wake you up and ask if you love them. 1 2 3
ft + wc: mistuya, draken, chifuyu. 3k.
warnings: gn!reader, swearing, miscommunication, workaholic bfs, tipsy chifuyu, slightly spicy in drakens! not proofread! thats it LMAO
a/n: hi. it's been a while! i took a writing break and i'm not sure if this means my writer's block is over, but here's the fourth and probably final part of this series (this is a lie im probs gonna write more when s3 comes out LMFAO) anyways, similar themes for mitsuya and draken, while chifuyu's is extra fluffy. the extra fluff was added in for @fuyuluvr btw.
mitsuya takashi has been busy. more so than ever, you’ll find him buried in his work til the early morning hours. this happens every time he’s hit with inspiration for a new runway collection and you often wind up feeling neglected. but mitsuya will always find a way to sneak time with you in, even if it means playing model for a little bit.
his love comes out through his finger tips, when he’s laying the garment over you, light touches over your skin. it comes out in the way he silently works, looking you over every so often, smiling when he notices the way you furiously blush when he lingers for just too long.
but this time is a little different. his fatigue clear on him when he crashes into the bed, mumbling a sleepy “good night” to your “good morning.” it’s jarring, how separate the two of you feel in the shared space of your home.
mitsuya realizes something is wrong the first night you tell him you don’t want to model for him. “it was a long day… i’m just tired.” you had told him, hesitating before you placed a kiss on his forehead. you left shortly afterwards, leaving mitsuya in his office.
the second night you barely touched your dinner, pushing your food around on the plate absentmindedly. when he asked if something was wrong, you told him that you weren’t hungry with a strained smile on your face. “don’t worry about me.”
the final piece locks into place the night you push him away from you when he tries to sneak a kiss. “not now,” you said, unable to look at him, “my breath smells.” you both know it’s a pitiful attempt at a joke, but when he tries to pry, you ignore him. lavender eyes trail after your form, noting the way you bend into yourself as you walk, closed off.
mitsuya’s always allowed you your space and this time is no different. except for the fact that he can’t focus at all, too distracted by the guilt gnawing on his bones. he has a deadline to meet, yet he can’t seem to care when his partner is upset with him.
he removes his glasses before running his hands over his face. he mulls over the apology in his head, before he’s up and heading toward your bedroom. when he arrives, he kneels at your side of the bed, one hand caressing your cheek to rouse you from sleep. when you blink almost awake you’re met with his pretty face, guilt etched into his features.
“taka..?” your voice barely louder than a whisper, you fight against the heaviness of your eyelids, the inherent need to see him reigning over the lull of sleep. you love him after all.
“morning angel,” he starts, dragging his thumb over the curve of your cheek. “i’m sorry.”
you open your mouth to speak, but mitsuya presses a finger against your lips, shaking his head. his silver locks move in tandem, his eyes peeking underneath them as he focuses on the hardwood floor. it’s hard for him to remember what he wanted to say, being in front of you much different than the scenario rehearsed in his head. at the end of the day though, mitsuya is a man of his word, whether it’s to you or himself, he’ll see it through.
he steels himself, looking you straight-on as you blink at him, one hand placed over his. “i’m really sorry.” he reiterates, “for neglecting you. i’m also sorry for not noticing sooner. i shouldn’t have asked you to model for me when i’ve barely spent any time with you… i’m just.. sorry.”
“can i speak now?” you ask, squeezing his hand and he nods. you push yourself up onto your elbows, before placing your hands on his shoulders. “i’m sorry for being selfish.”
he shakes his head, “you’re not selfish, don’t say that. i mean, i could say the same thing right?”
your expression is somber as you respond, “takashi… it’s your job, hon. it’s always been like this, it’s not like this is your first collection either.”
but mitsuya can read you like a book, remembering that with each disagreement, you’ll hide your feelings in favor of his. he knows when you break eye contact, looking away, that you’re not saying what’s really on your mind.
“do you love me?” he asks, before running his finger under the curve of your jawline. when you nod, he tilts your face back upward, forcing you to look at him, “then be honest with me.”
“o-okay…” you sigh, “i hate your job.”
he grins, “that was brutal.” but he still nods, urging you to continue.
“i hate your stupid deadlines and i hate when you’re super busy, because i want to spend time with you. and also, i miss you all the time and by the way, that stupid runway coordinator called your cell and when i answered they hung up immediately! that’s so unprofessional! like, you should be grateful i even answered the damn phone! right?” you huff once you finish your tirade, your feet kicking up and down in annoyance.
mitsuya can’t help but laugh once you’re done, it’s the most animated he’s seen you these past few days. he likes it.
“don’t laugh!” you pout, puffing your cheeks out and your boyfriend has to bite back another laugh.
“no, no, you’re right, how could they hang up on my partner?” he agrees and your face softens. “but damn, i didn’t think you hated my job that much.”
you gasp, freezing for a moment, “ahh, well it’s not like i hate it-“
“you just despise it?” he quips, one eyebrow raised, interrupting you.
“no!” you exclaim, continuing to pout. but you feel lighter, like a weight’s been lifted off your shoulders.
“you feel better?” he asks, taking your hands into his and pressing a kiss to them.
maybe the two of you didn’t exactly solve the problem, but that’s fine, you can never stay upset with him for long.
“a little bit.” you say, before tugging him upwards. “you know what would really make me feel better?”
“hm?” he tilts his head, eyes soft.
“if you cuddled with me.” you respond, tugging at him just a bit harder.
he smiles as he climbs into bed, “as you command, my dear.”
draken:
sometimes, you think ryuguji ken would be better off moving into his bike shop. you don’t mean to be bratty, really, but you can’t help it. the countless nights of him coming home late have been taking a toll on you. it’s been worse since inui’s taken some time off which means draken and shinichiro need to take over, which means less time with your boyfriend.
you check your phone one more time for the daily goodnight text, but when you see none, you quietly turn your phone off and close your eyes to try to get some sleep.
but it hurts, like the prick of a thorn or the sting from a wasp, but you know when draken’s busy, it’s best not to bother him. still, you can’t help the tears that bubble up, spilling over like the flood of a dam as you hug yourself, burying your face into your pillow. when you finally settle, you hope he won’t notice puffiness of your eyes when he comes home. maybe he’ll keep the light off, you hope, as you drift into a deep sleep.
when he finally gets home, smelling distinctly of motor oil, he tries his best to stay quiet, borderline tiptoeing his way to your shared bedroom. as he changes out of his dirty clothes, his eyes naturally trail to your sleeping form. there’s something off.
if there’s one thing about draken, he can pick up on every subtle shift of your mood. after all, draken knows you best.
he knows he should probably shower as you hate the smell of the oil and grease, but his body moves towards you anyway. he turns the bedroom light on before he climbs onto the bed, grabbing you and shaking gently.
“baby?” he calls, watching as your face scrunches up.
“hm? what is it?” you murmur, a little irritated, but you let him turn you over anyway.
“were you crying?” he asks and you force your sleepy eyes open. concern paints his face as he cups your cheek, “what happened?”
“nothin’,” you lie, staring at his chest rather than his face. “i’m just tired.”
“and your eyes are swollen just because?” he cocks a brow, already onto your little lie.
“yep.” you quip, before pushing his hand away and sinking into your pillow. “it doesn’t matter, kenny.”
“except it does,” he replies, moving down with you, “what happened?” he asks again and part of you feels like maybe it’s time to answer. until you remember the big race mikey has coming up, which makes you decide to keep your mouth shut.
draken sighs, “alright, i won’t pry.” he stays there in his dirty clothes, yawning as he stretches and lays back, eyes closed.
you scrunch your nose. “kenny… aren’t you gonna shower?”
“yep.” he says, in the same tone you gave him earlier.
“… and when are you gonna do that?” you press, silently thinking about the laundry you’re going to have to do later.
“when you tell me what’s wrong.” he answers, head leaning back against the headboard. he peeks an eye down at you, smirking at the incredulous look on your face. “what? i said i wouldn’t pry, not that i wouldn’t wait. take your time.”
“and if I decide I won't tell you anything all night?” you ask, slightly sitting up.
“like i said, take your time.” he shrugs.
“you’re …insane.” you scoff, laying back down. you pull the blanket over you, back to him.
“nah, just patient.” he corrects and the two of you fall into another uncomfortable silence.
for the next few minutes, it’s completely quiet and you think draken may have actually fallen asleep sitting up. but when you turn around, you meet his eyes, soft yet concerned. you know that he cares, it’s the essence of your relationship. so maybe, just this once, you could let him know.
hesitantly, you open your mouth to speak. “if i asked you to spend less time at the shop and more time with me… would that be okay?” your voice is low, quiet, and unsure.
instead of answering, he asks,“do you love me?” and you find yourself confused.
“huh? that doesn’t-”
“just answer the question.” he interrupts.
“yes, of course i do.”
“then why wouldn’t it be okay?” he asks, pulling you into his embrace. “i didn’t have to pick up the extra shifts if you didn’t want me to.”
“and leave shin to die from overworking?” you joke, but in actuality, it is a ton of maintenance work.
“why not?” he smirks and you laugh. “ah! there it is, your pretty smile.”
“you stink.” you grumble, pushing away from him. “i’m mad at you.” but your heart betrays you and the pout you try to display is futile as the corners of your mouth curve into a small smile.
“huh? you talkin’ about me or my personality?” draken quips, but he holds onto you tighter as you continue to try to push off. “don’t go anywhere, angel. you’re comin’ with me.”
“what? where are we- ah!” you squeal as he gets up, taking you with him. you quickly wrap your arms around him, clinging tightly.
he smiles, basically beaming and you realize that made you fall in the first place. draken is kind, selfless, even if he may not seem like it at first. he’s always good at making you feel better, even if you don’t tell him.
“to shower,” he answers, starting the trek to the bathroom, “you keep saying i smell.”
“i already showered.” you protest, but you rest your head on his shoulder. “but i guess i do smell like car grease now.”
he stops in his tracks, his mouth pressed into a line. “shit. our bed does too.”
“should we sleep on the couch?” you suggest and he starts moving again.
“or we could crash takemichi’s place.” he says, pushing the bathroom door open with his shoulder.
“and interrupt his precious time with hina?” you muse as he sets you on the counter.
“isn’t that the point?” he asks, turning the water on before coming to slide between your legs, looming over you.
“what about mikey’s?” you ask, your hands naturally coming to help him take off his work jacket.
“fuck no,” he groans, letting you turn him around so you can finish taking it off. “he’s gonna try to cuddle with you again.”
“with us.” you correct and draken rolls his eyes before he shifts out his shirt. he dips down to press a firm kiss to your lips and you smile. “shower time?”
“shower time.”
chifuyu:
chifuyu matsuno curses under his breath as he races up the stairs to your apartment. he’d lost track of time, evening drinking turning into early morning. he hopes you won’t be too upset, hey, maybe he can blame it on baji.
when he gets home, making sure to walk a little quieter, he peeks his head into the bedroom. the light is left on but you’re asleep. his heart thumps a bit more and a blush creeps onto his face when he notices you’ve fallen asleep in his shirt.
his steps are light, springy even, as he makes his way over, plopping into bed beside you. you stir in your sleep as chifuyu watches you, his head leaning into his palm like a schoolboy in love.
“fuyu?” you mumble, as you stretch before turning over to face him. sleepy eyes meet pretty green and chifuyu thinks he’s in a dream... or maybe it’s the alcohol that’s still left in his system.
“hey lover,” he smiles as he scoots closer before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “good morning.”
“what time is it?” you ask, squinting, before adding, “hi to you too.”
“like 3am.” he answers and you hum.
“hm, tonight was that fun?” you yawn, trying your best to fight the drowsiness that's currently over taking your body.
“yeah,” he replies as another peck flits over your cheek. “wish you went with me.” he thinks about how much fun it would have been if you went with him earlier. how he’d love to walk home with you, hand in hand, sneaking kisses under the moonlight.
“‘m sorry, fuyu,” you mumble as your heavy lids close, losing the battle. “i’ll try to go next time..” you trail off as your body lulls you back to sleep.
the blond frowns, as cute as you are asleep, he wants your attention now. “oi, y/n. wake up.” he huffs, using his index finger to poke at your cheek.
when you only make a slight noise, he pokes harder. “wake. up.”
your eyelids flutter under his touch, but they don’t open and chifuyu sighs. “do you love me?” he whines, loudly.
you force your eyelids open at the question, he’s cute when he’s whiny so you indulge him. “yes, chifuyu, i love you a lot.” you mumble, before tipping your lips up into his, giving him a soft kiss.
you realize where the unusual clinginess comes from tonight as he tastes faintly of alcohol. normally, chifuyu would quietly get ready to bed before slipping under the covers to hold you as you slept. he wants you to get your rest and he’s fine with waiting til morning. although, there are some exceptions which almost always include a tipsy, pining boyfriend.
you giggle when he whines as you pull away.
“stay here.” he grumbles, before he’s cupping your cheeks and kissing you again.
“fuyu, i have work in a couple of hours,” you mumble between kisses.
“‘m sobering up,” he responds, “if i don’t do this, i’ll get a hangover.”
“that’s not how it works at all,” you sigh happily, “but okay.”
and so you let him. you let him kiss not only your lips but your cheeks, forehead, and even your neck. you giggle when he ghosts over a particularly ticklish area, but chifuyu is lost in you. lost in your scent, your voice, your everything. until suddenly, he’s not.
“fuyu?” you whisper, your arms laced around him.
there’s no response but the soft snores escaping him as his head is buried in your neck. you can tell he’s asleep by the way his body’s gone limp, the full weight on him bearing down on you. but it’s comfortable like this and you feel sleep beckoning you over.
when morning and inevitably, the time for work comes, you try your best to move out from underneath him without waking up. the soft daylight pours in through the blinds, casting rays on your boyfriend’s sleeping face.
you’re close, almost fully out from underneath him when an arm slings itself across your waist and pulls you back in.
“stay.” he mumbles, voice deep and slightly hoarse from his half asleep state.
“i have work,” you say, gently. “i’ll be back in a few.”
“just call off,” he says, tightening his grip on you.
“chifuyu-“
“please?” he pleads, one eye peeking up at you. the blush on his face this time isn’t from the alcohol.
it tugs at your heartstrings and you give in. “fine. but if i get in trouble you owe me.”
“you know, the pet shop is always hiring if you get fired.” he wiggles his eyebrows, throwing you a cheesy smile.
“ha. ha. very funny.” you retort, rolling your eyes.
but the smile on chifuyu’s face doesn’t disappear, he simply tilts his head to press it against yours.
“i’d take care of you forever, you know.” he says, completely serious and you feel your heart skip a beat.
“i know.” you mumble back, closing your eyes.
“i love you, y/n.” he says and you feel the tip of his nose brush against yours.
“i love you too, chifuyu.” you giggle and he realizes he wants to listen to it for the rest of his life. but he has no ring, he’ll need to remember to get your ring size.
“forever and ever?” he asks, his own heart fluttering to the timbre of your voice.
“forever and ever.”
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Time for another Ashley Graves defense post! I’ve made one already. So this is kinda like part 2!
This will definitely be shorter than the previous one. Sorry in advance if I repeat some things I’ve said before in previous posts lol.
I’m basically her defense attorney atp lmao.
I see a lot of people talk about how Ashley “can’t be fixed” and is “unfixable” or how she’s so manipulative and evil blah blah blah. Tired of people looking at her, and the game in general, through black and white lenses. No shade, but usually it’s male players who do this. They need to stop speaking on her because when they do it’s usually never anything intelligent, it’s something along the lines of “omg she has boobs” 🤪, or it’s something loud and wrong. (Obviously it’s not all of them, but I feel like it’s pretty obvious what type of people I’m referring to). Can’t say I’m surprised tbh. The way the fandom (outside of Tumblr) treats Ashley is horrible. A lot of it is just misogyny tbh. I’m in the trenches 😫, because I just love her and she’s honestly my favorite character ever.
If Ashley’s treatment from the internet has showed me anything, it’s that a lot of people can’t handle complex female characters. They don’t try to understand them or their actions even if they’ve been through hell and back.
Here’s the thing, Ashley can heal, it’s annoying when people act like she’s a lost cause (people missing the mark per usual 🙄). I genuinely see her mellowing out once her and Andrew finally open up to each other and fully cross the line, then they can finally grow and heal together as adults. It’s the happy ending they deserve. I don’t know how anyone can look at the Decay Route and think it’s some form of justice. Especially because Ashley and Andrew aren’t even the biggest villains in the game, I mean hello?? They were left to starve to death in their apartment by their own parents, they would have died if they didn’t escape. Mr and Mrs.Graves sold their own kids to organ harvesters, it’s sick. Not to mention the incredibly screwed up government that allowed the “quarantine” in the first place.
Also, it’s annoying when people sit there and act like their relationship can’t improve, the Burial Routes are literally right there? I don’t care if people don’t ship them, but making up stuff such as their relationship lacking care/tenderness, that they don’t actually love each other, etc, is just dumb, sorry. Their relationship is baked into the game, you can’t just ignore it. I think some of this stems from people who have a crush on either Ashley or Andrew too, they get salty that they’re each others canon love interest lol. The Decay Route is just Andrew being an asshole, not taking accountability for anything he’s done, and continuing to dump all the blame on Ashley. Decay Andrew agitates me tbh, but I have a separate post planned dedicated to that route alone, so I’ll get into that there.
Take a look at what Ashley says in the Decay Route:
Exactly! You tell him sister. 🗣️
Something interesting that someone pointed out in a YouTube comment section is that Andrew is actually just like Mrs.Graves, despite him thinking at one point that he’s just like Mr.Graves. There’s a time where Andrew thinks to himself “He has always been like that. Just going along with your mother’s whims. It hits you then, that you are just like him.” The denial is real 💀. Andrew is a very good liar, to everyone else and himself. The eye colors demonstrate this actually, Andrew and Mrs.Graves both have green eyes, while Ashley and Mr.Graves both have pink eyes. Something else I noticed, if you take a look at their sprites, Ashley and Mr.Graves both look really sad and have a frown (😞). While Andrew and Mrs.Graves both have a flat/aloof look (😑). In the flashback before Andrew and Ashley’s blood oath as children, if Andrew goes out on the balcony we see Mr.Graves and can talk to him a bit (barely tbh). Mr.Graves says he isn’t jumping after Andrew tells him bye, so it’s pretty clear he’s struggling with things like depression and isn’t in a good place mentally. I will say, this doesn’t excuse him being a not so good parent though. I mean he literally called Andrew “Anders”, he forgot his own kid’s name. He’s also like a non-entity to both Andrew and Ashley as we’ve seen, so I don’t think he was ever really involved in their lives.
With Ashley’s manipulation, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, she “manipulates”, but she isn’t good at it, at all. Plus, Ashley really believes in what she says. A lot of Ashley’s “manipulation” is just her believing in her own self-hatred and feeling that she’s useless (which she is not useless, but she feels that she is). Ashley’s actions make sense when you realize that she doesn’t want to lose Andrew and will do anything to keep him around because he’s all she has. I mean he’s her everything, of course she’s scared of him leaving.
Despite what people in denial say, she’s his everything too. The players (with common sense) know that, but Ashley herself does not. I hate when people say Andrew is normal and was manipulated into his romantic/sexual feelings for Ashley… like no baby, that is a siscon FREAK 😂. (I say that with love).
Another thing I was thinking about recently was her reaction to finding out that she’s a “tar soul”. It seemed like it actually bothered her :(. I don’t know if anyone else got that impression. “You decide not to linger on the fact that your soul is apparently a vicious, pitch-black mess.” “Guess you already knew that”. The fact that she didn’t really want to think about it shows that it bothered her (to me at least). The “guess you already knew that” could be tied into her self-hatred and how she believes she isn’t a good person. People swear she’s this manipulative evil bitch, when in reality she’s someone who’s deeply hurting and can’t heal because she doesn’t get the chance to do so and doesn’t know how. She doesn’t know how to properly regulate her emotions because she was never taught. I’d say a lot of her behavior is her way of crying for help 💔, because again, she doesn’t know how to properly manage her emotions because she was never taught, which isn’t her fault.
In the very beginning of the game we literally see a text box while playing as Ashley that says “As much as you love feeling sorry for yourself, it is time for a little interlude…” . Even in the beginning we see a glimpse of her struggling mentally.
It’s always frustrating seeing a complex female character who makes very human decisions given their circumstances and environment get scolded for it. They get labeled as a bitch and a villain for “not acting how they should”. It’s like at this point you people are just misogynistic and lack empathy 🤦🏻♀️. Yet characters like Patrick Bateman from American Psycho are glorified. 💀
So many people ignore that Ashley is someone who’s been deeply hurt and treated like shit by everyone around her except for Andrew, of course she clings to him. Plus, she’s dealt with crippling insecurities since she was a little girl. As someone who was deeply insecure from middle school through high school, it’s such a painful thing to live with and it makes you sour. We see examples of how it takes a toll on her throughout the game. Ashley struggling with her self esteem is literally one of the biggest parts of her character, so how people ignore that I have no idea. I swear these people play the game/watch a play through with their eyes closed.
It also annoys me when people act like Ashley treats Andrew like shit 24/7 when she literally doesn’t. He’s the one who gets all pissy with her when she simply jokes around and spews nonsense about her “not behaving”. Not to mention him casually bringing up violence against her, even as a joke. Plus, to her Andy really is just a nickname. She doesn’t see it the same way he does, that’s why she gets upset and doesn’t understand his recent behavior.
Also, it’s always so funny to me to see people act like Ashley is this extremely horny, promiscuous sex kitten. I’m like where are y’all getting this from? 💀. If that’s someone’s head canon, fine whatever, but to act like it’s canon to the game is just silly. I saw someone on Twitter (X) not that long ago say “Leyley is definitely an anal girl!” I’m like wtf are you talking about? 😭. I swear these people only look at porn made of her and think it’s canon for whatever reason. Ashley is literally a virgin and sex doesn’t seem to be a big deal to her.
Mind you, Andrew’s the one who’s horny for her the most. In my opinion, I don’t think Ashley would actually go through with having sex with anyone other than Andrew. I mean he’s the love of her life, she doesn’t want anyone else to begin with. Also, based off of the questionable route vision, Andrew is definitely the dominant one out of the two in the bedroom 🤭. Sort of off topic, but given his “romantic” streak, I feel like he’s the type to be dominant but caring at the same time. Love that for her 💅🏻, I’m like enjoy your man girl 😂, you deserve it!
I think my biggest peeve are the people who reduce Ashley to a “hot psycho mentally ill girl” and basically fetishize her (unchecked) mental health issues that contribute to her behavior. They’re like “she doesn’t need fixed, whatever’s wrong with her is hotter!” 🤪. I’m like this is a girl who hates herself and is dealing with crippling insecurities on top of having unchecked mental illness, it’s literally debilitating for her to live with. She doesn’t know how to regulate her emotions in a healthy way due to never being taught which causes her to lash out. Lastly, she was always treated like a burden for simply existing, so of course that took a negative toll on her mentally. But yes, that’s sooooo hot ….. 🙄🤦🏻♀️. I’m sick of them 😒.
I know I’ve said this before, but I can’t stand people who fetishize mental illness in any capacity, it’s so ignorant and tone deaf. It never fails to make me mad. Maybe I’ll make a separate post about that topic one day. I’ve seen dudes online ask where they can find a girlfriend like Ashley, and they don’t mean appearance wise, they’re talking about the way she acts. I’m like really?? These girls you’re seeking out are REAL people who are struggling, they’re not a fetish, and they’re definitely not something to fill the void for whatever fucked up fantasy you have 🙄.
Edit: I actually found a really good article from Vice that I’d like to add in. Sort of off topic from the post, but I thought I’d add it in anyway. I’d like to include some excerpts from the article in this post too.
This is from the psychologist Eliana Barbosa when asked about why some men fetishize mental illness in women: “I think you can mainly split this behavior between men who are sadistic—who get pleasure off seeing a woman in pain—and men who are emulating the cultural aspects of misogyny by dominating these women through their low self-esteem to assert themselves.”
This is from a girl named Rachel who discusses her ex-boyfriend who fetishized her mental illness: “I think he was drawn to girls who had mental-health problems because that was a reflection of himself. He also liked to assert his male dominance a lot, which meant he looked for broken birds that he could bend to his will. I don't think these guys want to save us—they want us to stay on the floor, so they're always above us.”
Last one! This is from a girl named Lisa: “The difference between my ex and some other guys who fetishize mental illness is that he wanted to make me worse," says Lisa. "Most fetishists believe they will be a cure, the answer to all the problems. Those [ones] become even more abusive when they realize they're not.”
Guys who fetishize mental illness are truly vile. Honestly, that’s why guys asking for a “girlfriend like Ashley” are so sinister in my opinion, I don’t think I need to explain why. Even though Ashley is a fictional character, it really rubs me the wrong way seeing how a lot of males in the fanbase sexualize the fact that she’s mentally ill and “damaged”, but are also blaming her for everything bad in the game despite Andrew arguably being worse than her. When a guy says that he’d “make Ashley worse” I’m like wdym by that? 🤨 side eyeeee.
To wrap things up, I really do feel like Ashley is one of the most misunderstood and misconstrued characters I’ve ever seen tbh. She deserves so much better. That’s why it’s always so refreshing to see people defend her and have an intelligent opinion on her character (which is sadly rare). Honestly, I’m kinda glad Nemlei is no longer online and is working in blissful silence, because if I had to be subjected to all these god awful takes about the characters and the game I created, I would get agitated and I wouldn’t be able to stay silent 😫.
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Thank you for reading and for loving Ashley as much as I do! 🩷✨.
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hello! i just have a question about the game’s language, i’ve noticed your posts are in english?? but you spell in a different way and i’m not sure if it’s just another similar language?? lmao i’m so sorry if i sound too ignorant, but i was just wondering what language will the game be in the future and if you’re thinking of translating it to other languages as well! thanks ~
the game will be in english. I think you have that impression because I'm a person who posts late at night so...I do most of the time typos and I'm very sorry for that (I only notice them at the end 🥲 ). Or maybe because I can also do some spelling/grammar mistakes cause my original language isn't english (I'm from France). I'd like to translate the game in french later and maybe in turkish and german cause I can kinda speak those languages too.
conserning the spelling of the game I'll probably ask for help to other dev/ people who birth language is english so I can be sure that I didn't made any grammar/spelling mistakes, when the game will be out.
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Yandere Kaeya X Fem maid reader
Artist credit: @gekido.2
A/N: I just got one of his constellations aren’t those pretty rare? Rarer than a 5 star? I think I’ve heard that somewhere oh well moving on
Prompt: The Calvary captain and the Handsome mischievous Prince of the fallen kingdom of Khaneriah him self and a maid who worked for his brother who he has taken quite the liking into you recently and you can help but notice as does everyone around you he boasts about it so loudly to the poeple at the bar on the streets he laughs so while slugging a hand over your shoulder as you two walked back to a bar as he offered you to take you home but you instead toke him home instead due to his drunkenness as you carried him he slurred out “you know I love you right Y/N?” He would say as you looked at him “yes you’ve been saying it all of this week and last week” you said blushing you truly didn’t know and will never ever truly understand what the Calvary captain saw in you when you caught his attention you thought it was all just a hoax and sick joke made by one of your coworkers but you never truly did expect that the Calvary captain did actually catch some feeling for you which you all just innocently brushed off everyone knew that the Calvary captian was a big playboy he has practically has every girl in Mondstat swooning over him married or not and that reputation has stayed with him no matter how much he tried to show that he changed for you he’d always say as you ignored him and cotinued sweeping frustrating him muttering you’ll see just you wait as you cotinued focusing on sweeping…
Update Log:
Reworking the smut sence cause I think it’s bad lmao
Warnings:Yandere,Forced Pregnancy,smut,
Warning!: very bad written smut ahead and strangely descriptive of smut be warned!
It was yet another day as you woke up in your room as the other maids came in and woke you up as you mumbled slightly”yes yes I’m up I’m up” you told them as they rushed downstairs to prepare the young masters breakfeast as you got up and went to brush your teeth and get dressed into your maid outfit as you got dressed you walked down stairs seeing all the maids standing by the young master diluc with Kaeya his brother sitting across the table from him as the brothers had a glaring match with just Kaeya looking away smirking as he saw you”oh Y/N there you are how are you doing? Babygirl?(that’s so cringey to include lol reading to much Wattpad stories does that to you) as yiu stilled not even being able to walk down the last few steps of the steps as you looked at Kaeya “why was he here? He usually comes here unless it something very important” you thought as the situation dawned on you was this about you rejecting yesterday? as yiu started to speak “wait Master Kaeya if this is about yesterday I’m very sorry but your just not my type and I hop-“ you said stopping mid sentence as Kaeya raised his hand at you making you pause “don’t worry about that Y/N dear that was just in the ‘past’ he said as he fanned his hand to the side with a smile as you awkwardly walked down the stairs to going on with the other maids and Adelinde as you watched Kaeya and Diluc exchange word across the table mostly Diluc giving him glare and talking only briefly stopping half of the time to eat his steak and mash potatoes and his grape juice and half the time glaring at his brother as Kaeya just laughs the whole atmosphere at the dinning room was quiet and tense you shifted awkwardly at the silence but also…
You could feel Kaeyas burning gaze on you the whole time the whole time the two siblings where eating you could feel his ice blue eyes on you the whole time you could tell that he was looking at your uniform and the uniform that you had on was quite revealing it was issued by  Adelinde herself you’ve requested a change of uniform to her but it was always rejected for some reason(*cough* *cough* Kaeyas *cough* the reason *cough* *cough* now where was I?) as you stood there trying to fix your uniform so it wouldn’t be so revealing such as your chest and dress but failing horribly you ended up revealing your bra to him making his eyes go dark and a mischievous smirk go onto his handsome face as you shivered from his intense gaze as he licked his lips before excusing himself as he requested you to come with him”oh Master Diluc could so borrow Y/N for a second I have something that I need that I can’t reach by myself” despite his obvious lie Diluc relented nodding as Adelinde pushed you forwards whispering “go ahead don’t disappoint master Diluc remember your training as you constantly shook your head at her she glared at you making you sigh and walk towards him saying “Ok Master Kaeya what do you need of me?” You said as you looked into his eyes you could see the hunger and lust in his eyes as he said “oh just follow me I’ll lead you there…” as he walked out the room to the guest bedroom instantly pushing you onto the bed caging you in between his hands. “How naughty dear I didn’t know you wanted it this much” he whispered into your ear as your eyes widened as you tried to push him off “what! no, no, I never wanted this I thought I told you to leave me alone!” You yelled at him as you tried to get him off you only leading to Kaeya only chuckling “oh then what about your little display at the dinning room huh? That’s telling me otherwise…” he said as you tried to speak before his mouth on you’re kissing you stealing your first kiss(let’s just say you where saving your first kissing for your lover) as you eyes widened as he French kissed you(oh boy I’m cringing at writting this D:) as his tongue enters your mouth stealing all the breath out of you as he broke the kiss( I keep typing Kids fuck why is the D so close to the S ughh) now looking down at you breathless
WARNING SMUT! IF YOUR NOT COMFORTABLE BACK OFF OR SCROLL FOR A BIT YEAH? ALRIGHT
As he started to tear apart your maid uniform “ you don’t need this anymore “ he said as he threw the pieces of the torn apart dress to the side as you laid there still breathless from the kiss giving no retaliation he continued his assault(I’m visibly cringing) on your Cjest as he saw your bra he kicked his lips as he ripped off your bra throwing it aside into the pile of where your dress was revealing your breast to him as lust completely toke over him as he started to lick your the tip of your breast as shock went through your whole body(this is my first time writting smut so I’m going off an example from other genshin smut writers) the shock going to your our head it made your brain feel numb sd he continued licking your breast as he gropped them as pleasure started to take over your mind as you let out a moan Kaeya smirked “see I knew that you’d come around eventually” he said as you only looked to the side eyes dazed from the amount of pleasure that your getting from him just licking the tips of your breast as he smirked you where to dazed to even notice him taking off his pants as you felt something poke at your butt as your eyes widened some part of your proper mind came back to you as you reeled back well tried cause of his hold on you “stop we shouldn’t do this Master Kaeya please stop” you said before being pushed into the guest bed as he roughly entered you as there was shock on your face for a second before all of that started to turn into pleasure as Kaeya continued to thrust into you as you let out a soft moan loud enough for Kaeya to hear as he smirked as he said “oh? Your enjoying this huh? Well don’t mind do I do” he said before thrusting into you more hardly as you let out a moan(yea that’s as far as I can go without wanting to stop I’ll just leave it to your imagination)
Time skip to after you two finished
as you two finished with him thrusting a few more times before feeling a warm liquid pour into you as you jerked you head backwards in pleasure and moaning as he pulled out of you leaving you laying on the bed not even able to feel your legs from the thrill ride that he gave you a second ago your mind still dazzled in pleasure as he pulled out as you could only let out little moans as he pulled out of your leaving his cum to start to pour out of you pussy as he stood up from the bed “well that’s that oh wait one more thing” he said as he went up to you and slid a wedding ring onto your finger before getting dressed“in my culture who ever you gave your virginity to is your eternal partner is that right darling?” He said as you could only only mumble something unintelligent out of your mouth your mind still dazed from all the pleasure and the thrill ride that just happened not even even a minute ago you would surely not be able to walk for at least a week or so as he smirked “perfect” he said as he swooped you up and covering up your nude body with a blanket and going out the window landing on the soft grass as he walked off into the night with you and him and your child but you didn’t know that oh but he did… as he walked away from the mansion into the Mondstat with everyone looking at him and your nude body only barley covering your breast they could even still see the thick globs of cum dripping down your thighs and onto the stone pathway for fuck sakes ther was a whole puddle of cum on the road as he didn’t care and just carried you yo his house thinking this would say that this would tell everyone that your his right? as he would just glare at them making them look away walking past sara and Eury,Majorie, as he carried you through the alley ways eventually making it to his house and walking laying you frown no the bed looking at the ring on your fingers smirking “now you can’t get away from me darling” as he looked at the pool of his cum pool around your legs he would need to wash the sheets after you wake up… and when you wake up you would feel so sore(oh boy) but he would be ready that’s what a good husband is supposed to do right?
You would be baby trapped to him with him always bringing up the your child and that you can never get a proper job only able to stay with him as his eternal wife and he would always bring up how he is the only one who can provide for you to when you two argue about you wanting to get away from him and dangling the possibility that he could arrest you if you dared to try to escape him and left Mondstat for Liyue which isn’t a possibility he will do lt if it is necessary
#yandere genshin impact#yandere#genshin impact#yandere kaeya#kaeya alberich#kaeya smut#genshin impact smut
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Hello friends and welcome to
~ Things I wish I knew about being a janitor before I became a janitor ~
In my days online I see a lot of autistic people say that being a janitor seems like a great job, and as an autistic janitor myself, I thought I could maybe share some wisdom!
As with any job, it depends on your management and what hours work for you. There are day janitors and night janitors - and sometimes you can be both! Half of my shift is set when the building is occupied and the other half is when it’s (mostly) empty. Im a school custodian as well, so I can’t speak for what it’s like to work in other types of businesses. So with all the out of the way let’s get to Cool Bulletpoints
being a janitor is a physical job. you’re gonna be on your feet most of the day and your body’s going to be moving around. get some good shoes and inserts. you’ll thank me later.
yeah you’re gonna be sore. for a while. I hobbled around the house the first month. hot baths and/or showers and taking it easy after work are important. your body will get used to the strain, but it isn’t gonna be overnight.
key sore spots are gonna be feet, shins, dominant arm, and back.
if you work in a school like me, you’ll be expected to help move furniture over the summer or extended breaks. do not try to do this alone and don’t let shitty coworkers make you do it alone.
you’re gonna get a little buff. like a little. enough to notice the sleeves of your shirts are tighter than they were before.
the schedule and routine is pretty awesome if that’s your thing. it doesn’t change too often.
if you’re working during the day, you’ll likely be asked to do things as people see them. extra paper products in the bathroom, spill in the hall, etc. in my workplace, a school, during the day I’m usually cleaning the cafeteria while my boss deals with on-call stuff. but if someone sees you in the middle of your two minutes of free time to run to the bathroom, there’s a good chance they’re gonna ask you to do something.
working during the night is probably what people are thinking of when they think of being a janitor. here’s where you get your designated route that you have to clean. you’ll have access to just about everything you need. there’s usually a big emphasis on cleaning everything every single night, but don’t put that kind of pressure on yourself. for example, I high dust (dusting corners and tops of shelves, etc) weekly and check paper products every other day (even a school full of kids can’t go through full dispensers in a single day). The primary things are vacuuming, trash, and wiping down surfaces. You don’t have to run yourself ragged. Remember how much you’re getting paid, but don’t be a slob, cause people will notice.
if you’re a night janitor you’re probably gonna finish your route early once you get in the groove. either amble around for something light to do or tidy up your closet or something.
if you need to check your phone or sit down for a minute or two your closet is your haven. I take my second 15 in there because of how long the trek down to the break room is.
keep your cart and closet organized. it’ll make your life so much easier.
also get yourself some stuff like personal hand sanitizer to keep on your cart. rubber gloves will make your hands sweaty and also weirdly dry feeling.
wearing gloves, over time, will make you feel invincible. you don’t need to know what I’ve picked up with gloves on.
you’re not “lesser” for being a janitor. people in the building might look at you like you are, but remember that you’re the reason they can wipe their asses at all lmao. this might be a silly bullet point but this can get to me sometimes. you’re gonna have to do your best to ignore them or reaffirm yourself that they’re just weird and entitled.
there’s gonna be bodily fluids and you’re going to get desensitized to them fast.
Bring. Water. LOTS of water. because you’re gonna sweat a lot.
vacuuming kind of sucks. hehe. sucks. anyway you need to make sure your backpack vac is adjusted so that your back isn’t screaming. spot vacuum! like, keep your eyes peeled for bits on the carpet. you don’t have to go back and forth over the entire floor.
pick up stuff like pens and big chunks of paper before vacuuming. you won’t be able to suck it up and you do not want to be leaned over with all that weight on your back; you’ll feel like you’re gonna topple over.
in a school at least, you can wear earbuds as soon as the kids are out of the building.
making playlists the length of the rest of your shift can help make it go by a little faster. podcasts are also your friend!
accept that the building is probably haunted. the ghosts are your friends!
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WE’RE BACK IN BUSINESS BABYYYYYY
hi sreedie :3
fuck you sreedie no zukka cuddles >:(
but also… maybe not fuck you, it depends on what we DO get in this chapter… you’re on THIN ICE
on another note, I love jee <3
surely just like employ some of the kyoshi warriors to be dishwashers??
pls tell me why when rasu was like “I can sniff whatever I want” I immediately went COCAINE T-T
oh ?? jee what did you DO omg spill bestie
I KNEW jee was a slay, he’s also sus of iroh’s methods
LMAO jee wdym you “know that prince zuko was not into men” literally HOW would you know that information T-T
but anyways yes I’m loving that the hair touching is making a COMEBACK bc I absolutely adore how the fire nation views hair and all the glorious nuances that come with it ughhhhhh… now I’m mad again about shen being dead bc his reaction to the haircut sitch was ICONIC
YOOOOO JEE NOTICED IT TOO SREEDIE I THINK JEE MIGHT BE MY SOULMATE HE ALSO SAW HOW SOKKA HAS ABSORBED ZUKOS PERSONALITY TRAITS WHILE ZUKO IS OUT OF COMMISSION
not jee being offended about the perceived slight agains his cooking skills-
here come the iroh thoughts… I will add them at the end (or potentially in another ask??? I don’t want this to be more mammoth than usual)
OH SHIT OH NO OH FUCK OH ZUKO IS GONNA FIND OUT THAT JEE KILLED SHEN oh okay at least jee has some common sense !! good for him
LMAO not jee being a gossip queen (truly my soulmate, this is actually why we got divorced sreedie you can’t compare)
“dumpling boy” ohmygod obsessed
A TEABAG why is that fucking hilarious pls tell me you have some kind of fire nation lore behind that insult
the reading scene is so sweet ;-; and like I know from second hand experience that being read to when you can’t read yourself is a Huge Deal bc when my cousin had a major back operation our aunt read to her for HOURS daily and it literally bonded them so much. so like, very important scene sreedie you’ve got me in my feels (and I’m WAITING IMPATIENTLY for rasu and zuko to become besties again)
wow the “delivered” part is so gut wrenching. that’s really the tragedy of war isn’t it? everyone just becomes a pawn unless they’re one of the chess players themselves
LMAO not the kiddos getting into fisticuffs upstairs and disturbing one of the most politically tense conversations in the fic
OH SHIT HAKODA LETTERS OMG THE PLOT IS PLOTTING SREEDIE ITS PLOTTING
ohnooooooo stop I’m so fucking sad about hakoda and thinking katara was ignoring him on purpose STOP
ah fuck sokka trauma reveal xxxx
literally so siblings to have bled and shit on each other. something something I’ve had the worst parts of you inflicted on me but I have to love you anyway
sokka trauma time !!
damn baby’s first kill… forgot about the warden tbh
“everyone is always trying to kill zuko” so true bestie they should stop!! stop trying to kill zuko fr omg!! (read that like that one tweet where that white girl was telling isis to stop terrorism lmao)
“what sokka had experienced had layers” LIKE AN ONION please why am I unable to take anything seriously anymore it’s bad
CHANG CHANG CHANG CHANG is the chang bato ship called chato or bang OMG BANG THATS ICONIC love that we’re sticking with it
(in case it wasn’t already obvious I love chang btw)
lmao chang said end sexism in the grumpiest grouchiest way possible
ykw I’m a fan of?? the fact that hakoda has the brain to plan like sokka but the resources to plan like zuko and I think that it’s fucking hilarious
“speak for yourself I’m in fucking agony” I LOVE CHANG I DEDICATE MY LIFE TO CHANG I GIVE CHANG MY WHOLE HEART
ohohohoho sokka you are actually going to be CLOSER to zuko isn’t that dandy
omg eve ;-; our lovely forest lesbians ;-; that you MURDERED
NO ZUKKA CUDDLES BUT ZUKKA WAVE??!!?!?! call me a masochist but I’m enjoying this. anyways.
ZUKKA AND CHANG REUNION OMFG I WILL CRY especially zuko chang reunion ;-; (do Not get me started on my feelings on chang vs iroh) ((jokes I will be talking about in a soon to be sent ask))
also obsessed with sokka having active beef with jee and jee is just like… this kid needs therapy ~cue rbf~
YES MY BBYGORL AZULA READY TO FUCK SHIT UP (but yeah can she pls hold off for a tad longer thx sm <3)
okokok I’ll get onto my iroh thoughts now (in another ask.. bc uh.. this is Huge) but that’s gonna take a hot minute bc I have to become Coherent.
also no longer sick!! for now. (I probably should’ve gone to see a dr much sooner anyways but too late now ig)
HUGS KISSES AND A DRAMATIC HAIR FLIP TO BID YOU FAREWELL <333
*dances on thin ice*
OLLLOOOOO LEEKIE
Yes Jee offend the group of women warriors by asking them to come wash dishes hahaha…. Nice one leekie!
Jee sailed on a ship with Zuko for 3 years… & during that time his gaydar must have broken (I feel like we can blame Zuko for breaking it somehow)
Oh iroh…. You silly silly man <3
I think rasu reading to Zuko meant a lot to him so hopefully baby steps in the right direction ;)
Hahaha it’s ok the onion joke & the sand joke legit never stop…. Damn it media for influencing words so much.
Haha Chang iroh interaction is something I’m looking forward to. It’ll be INTERESTING ;;);)
Ok leekie I’m sorry I know I said I would respond yesterday but I’m a horrible person and this is why we’re divorced! GLAD YOURE NOT SICK ANYMORE WOHOOOO
*sprinkles germs in your food*
#gotta keep things interesting ya know#I am curious your thoughts on iroh#I fucking lovvveee writing Chang#I’ll have a Sokka pov and he is like ANGST ANGST ANSGT ANGSTTTT#Then it switches to Chang and he’s like fuck off baby girl#damn I’m looking forward to Chang Zuko reunion lol#idk about the chang Sokka reunion though#Sokka is not very understanding right now#& yeah he thinks Chang is dead so he hasn’t had time to dwell#but when Chang shows up alive…. ahhhh#it could get rough#I love the drama so it’ll be fine ;)#LOVE YOU LEEKIE#LIAB#ITF#hiiii leekieeeeee#leekie tag#ASK
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i think there’s already a few posts like this, but i would like to think that before meliodas met elizabeth, he couldn’t speak a language that humans could understand nor could he comprehend it.
obviously, we all know meliodas is a demon; he is extremely fluent in speaking the demon tongue
he might know a few words of (i’m just going to say english to avoid confusion lmao) the language he’s heard humans speak, but other than simple basic greetings and how to say his name, he’s at a loss for everything else. when he would come across towns and villages and stuck around for the sole reason of being curious, humans would point and stare at him because he clearly is not from their land (you can bet they questioned his demonic mark and dark eyes) and he assumed they talked bad about him.
a few humans actually came up to him and asked if he needed directions or a quick tour around the area, but he didn’t know what in the hell they were saying and assumed they were just telling him off.
(i’d also like to headcanon that he spoke with some sort of accent - though i don’t know wtf a demonic accent would sound like)
he would say something along the lines of: “my name, meliodas. i like to drink :)” (he would try to smile but i feel like it would seem forced because TC meliodas doesn’t mix well with feelings)
in which the humans would respond: “oh! i’ve never heard someone speak like that! just where are you from?”
meliodas would grow frustrated, leave, and unbeknownst to himself, he would wish to go back and try to actually hold a conversation even though he knew he couldn’t.
after some time, he met goddess elizabeth. skip to when they would meet up through secret rendezvous, it was difficult for him to communicate with elizabeth. thankfully (and somehow) she actually knew some things in the demon tongue he was so used to speaking and he felt relieved he could have a decent conversation with someone outside of his demon heritage that actually knew how to speak his language.
(he ended up learning that elizabeth taught herself how to speak his language after meeting him for the first time through some books to guide her)
one day however, he asked her if she could teach him how to properly speak english. he’d seen her interact with humans, speak their tongue and laugh along with them - he realized he wanted that too. she was dazed when he popped the question but agreed nonetheless.
elizabeth went all out. she brought books, random objects and trinkets, and even some food items to help familiarize him with things that were common amongst humans. at first he wasn’t sure— in fact he thought it was plain stupid elizabeth would even bring so many things for his sake— but in the end he was grateful.
after so many one on one lessons with the goddess, he could actually speak coherent sentences humans could understand— he even lost the accent! (it was still faint but it was either never noticed or just simply ignored)
when humans asked him what he wanted as he got himself comfortable at a tavern or bar, he wouldn’t grow frustrated because he couldn’t understand - he would grin slightly and respond; “a nice meat pie would do, and your finest ale too!”
(yes, he would rhyme because the concept of rhyming words fascinated him)
an out of character action, but he ended up thanking elizabeth after everything. he’d told her in the language she helped teach him: “thank you for teaching me how to speak amongst others, elizabeth. i am forever grateful.”
to which she responded, “you’re very welcome, meliodas. it was but my pleasure.”
#nanatsu no taizai#meliodas#goddess elizabeth#nnt#this turned out a bit longer than i anticipated#small rant i guess???#seven deadly sins
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Ok quick rant about the Ninjago fandom (sorry to my moots who don’t watch it but this funny lil kids show with the funny lil gay lego men owns my heart lol) but I have seen one too many TikTok comments today from some asshole incel about “his childhood being ruined by this PC bullshit” and I need to shout into the void so I don’t lose my mind here lmao
Disclaimer; I am white and I do not intend to speak over POC members of the Ninjago community. I merely want to call attention to an issue I’ve noticed is very prevalent in the fandom that said POC members of the community have tried to speak up about in the past, but were often either brushed off or ignored entirely.
Anyway, WHY DO SO MANY FUCKING PEOPLE GET SO BUTTHURT OVER CERTAIN CHARACTERS BEING HEADCANONED AS NOT WHITE???!?!!!??? Like these guys are literally legos ok?? As far as I’m aware the Ninjago characters don’t have “canonical” races, as most of them have the classic yellow lego plastic for their skin color, so it’s ok to headcanon them as pretty much whatever you want but for THE LOVE OF GOD DON’T SHIT ON PEOPLE FOR HAVING DIFFERENT HEADCANONS.
Also, friendly reminder that the Ninjago universe is heavily inspired and influenced by a variety of Asian cultures and mythologies! I’m not gonna go into the discussion of whether or not it’s a perfect representation of said cultures (as I said I am a white American and I am not well-educated in Asian cultures so it’s not my place to speak on it), but I will say that getting pissed at people for drawing Ninjago characters as POCs is especially ridiculous when you take the world they live in into account.
In conclusion: There’s nothing wrong with having headcanons for fictional characters! Just please be respectful and don’t shit on other peoples’ that might be different from yours :)
(Also POC Ninjago fans if I ever say something that could be construed as offensive or just uncomfy please politely let me know; as a White Boy Who Is Bad At Social Cues I would like to know how to better myself when necessary)
#ninjago#lego ninjago#personal rant#fandom#fandom issue#ninjago masters of Spinjitzu#jacen gets serious
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rain on me || jjk + kth
⁝ pairing: taehyung x stripper!reader x jungkook
⁝ summary: It’s about time you, Jungkook, and Taehyung have a little private show.
⁝ genre: smut | fluff | slight strip club au | pwp
⁝ rating: 18+
⁝ word count: 4k
⁝ warnings: they curse a lot | inappropriate relations with clients | unprotected sex | oral sex (m & f receiving) | spanking | dirty talk | big beautiful c*cks | squirting | degradation | nipple play | biting | marking | name calling | rough sex | multiple orgasms | orgasm denial | JK with his nipples pierced needs its own warning | dirty talk | brief mention of mxm sexual activity | face fucking | fingering | a bit of spit play | double penetration | praise | jealous!taekook | deep throating | threesome | doggystyle | cum shots | cum eating | cum swapping | aftercare
⁝ a/n: this is my submission for Bangtan Inn’s XOXO Valentine’s Day Event. this is also a repost from my old blog that I’ve edited and changed up a bit to fit the theme. special thanks to my partner in all things bangtan @kithtaehyung for looking over this for me on such a short notice.💕 this is nothing but filth lmao. i’m so sorry lol😂
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It isn’t uncommon for Jungkook and Taehyung to be waiting for you when you finish your shift. They’ve been walking you to your car every Saturday for two out of the three years you’ve been working here. Neither of the two have ever made you feel uncomfortable, and you know they only want to ensure your safety—they did say that you were their favorite. You don’t blame them for wanting to protect what they spend thousands of dollars on every week.
However, tonight you can’t help but feel like something’s…off. They don’t look too happy to see you, and you can’t think of any reason for them to be so upset.
“Hey boys, what’s wrong? Case of blue balls?...I thought you’d be used to seeing pussy by now.” you quip, earning a scoff from Taehyung. “Seriously, what’s up with you two?”
“You think it’s funny to ignore us all night then come out here and make jokes about it? It’s Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”
Jungkook is the first to speak; you can see the steam radiating off his body. He’s livid—fuming. “Cute,” you think to yourself.
“We waited all night for you to come and see us, but you chose to entertain those group of hyenas who were too wasted to even realize they had a fucking goddess in front of them.” Taehyung chimes in, not even looking at you. “Bet you didn’t even make enough to pay your bills tonight.”
You shake your head at their saltiness. These are two of the hottest entrepreneurs in the city, and the richest. Dancers nearly break their necks trying to get their attention—if they could only see them now, in front of you pouting like children.
“Aww, I’m sorry baby. I really wanted to come over, but my boss told me I had to entertain that party; it was some rich kid’s bachelor party.” You smirk, thinking about his last comments. “And why do you care how much I made? Are you afraid someone has a bigger dick—”
You stifle a laugh.
“I mean a bigger stack than yours?”
You watch the men in front of you go from mad to furious, straightening up and narrowing their eyes at you. They look about ready to explode, and you really don’t want to end tonight on a bad note.
You had a rough evening; Taehyung was right about those snobs, they barely put out. You just want to unwind and get rid of the stress today has brought you. But, looking at the men before you, an idea pops up in your head that may take care of just that.
“You know what?...” You step closer to them, making them raise an eyebrow. “…Maybe there’s a way I can make it up to you?”
They both perk up at those words, the sultry tone in your voice making your intentions obvious. You take their silence as your opportunity to continue and tell them what you have in mind.
“Why don’t you get us a hotel room, and we’ll have some fun, yeah? Release some…pressure?” you suggest, throwing Jungkook a wink.
He gulps before looking back at Taehyung for a moment, the pair having a silent conservation with each other. When they’ve come to a decision, Jungkook turns to you, a smug look on his handsome face.
“You sure you’ll be able to hang with us, baby?” he asks, reaching up to twirl your hair between his fingers. “It might get rough; we’ve wanted you for a long time.”
You roll your eyes, digging your keys out of your purse. “I need to be fucked, not pampered. Come on; I’ll follow in my car.”
Taehyung gives you more back talk as you walk away, receiving a middle finger in return. “I can’t wait to see how much talking you’ll be doing when we’re alone, baby.”
You don’t even look back as you climb into your Range Rover that you bought with all the money they’ve spent on you.
“Hopefully, you boys aren’t all bark with no bite,” you whisper to yourself, driving out of the parking lot.
About thirty minutes later and you’re lying in some lavish suite, legs spread wide while Taehyung eats you out like a man starved. They really don’t spare a dime when it comes to you, and who are you to stop them? Jungkook busies himself with your breasts, toying with your sensitive nipples while you mewl in pleasure.
Your body arches as your orgasm approaches, and Jungkook is quick to call you out.
“Taehyung is making you feel really good, isn’t he?”
His lips graze your ear when he whispers against your skin, making your fine hair raise and tingle. You nod, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to accept that type of response.
“Then tell him, whore.” He grabs your hair and lifts your head, forcing you to watch his handsome friend’s tongue swiftly flicks over your throbbing clit. “Tell Taehyung how good his tongue feels on your cunt.”
“Fuck! It feels so good, baby. I’m so close. Please don’t stop!” you cry with gritted teeth, circling your hips in a desperate attempt to chase your high.
Taehyung stalls his movements and confuses you for just a moment. But then he flattens his tongue and presses it firmly against your heat while you continue to rock against him.
“Keep going, love. You got this, grind that pretty pussy on his face. He loves that shit,” Jungkook encourages, reaching forward to give your nipples more attention by rolling the buds between his fingers. “Make a mess for us.”
Everything becomes blurry rather quickly after that. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you as your body works in overdrive to reach your release. Jungkook continues to praise you for all your efforts, and Taehyung, with three fingers buried deep inside of you, curls them and touches the spot that makes you unravel.
“Fuck, Taehyung…Right there!...Oh Fuck, I’m gonna– I’m coming!”
Your body stiffens as you squirt all over the California King. Taehyung holds you in place, licking you up all your juices until his thirst is quenched.
He slurps your clit into his mouth, making your eyes roll back as oversensitivity takes over you. Jungkook squeezes your hand and whispers sweet words of praise in your ear while Taehyung draws another orgasm out of you. Your body hasn’t even recovered from the last, so all you can do is lie there and accept your fate.
When he finally shows mercy, your body falls to the bed, limp and exhausted from everything it’s endured only seconds prior. You stay there for a few minutes, catching your breath while Taehyung massages your thighs.
“Do you have any idea how good your pussy tastes? I couldn’t get enough,” Taehyung whispers, leaning down to lick up some more of your arousal, but your whining ruins his plan. “Sorry.”
He apologizes and backs away so you can gain control of your body. However, as soon as the sensitivity fades away, your body begins to crave more.
The boys are quiet, only the sounds of them removing their clothes can be heard, and excitement fills you once you realize you have the opportunity to ogle at them now. And when your eyes open, you’re met with a very naked Jungkook.
The position you’re in makes him appear upside down, so you turn to see him properly. His ombre hair falls over his dark eyes, his broad shoulders and giant ink-covered bicep, the horseshoe-shaped piercings decorating his perked nipples—it’s a beautiful sight to see. But the real treat lies inches beneath the slopes of abs gracing his tiny waist.
The man stands in the middle of the hotel room, stroking his cock like no one’s watching. You don’t know what to process first, the length or the girth. Jungkook is quick to notice you gawking over his naked body and winks. You open your mouth to say something, but then you feel something slap your thigh, something heavy.
When you turn around, you see that Taehyung has also stripped himself of his clothing. His body is also amazing, but you aren’t surprised by that at all.
What does grasp your attention is the size of the dick that rests on your thigh. Like Jungkook, he’s big—really big. Not as long, but boy, will it be a stretch. Although it’s the thick vein running up the shaft that piques your interest, you’d love to just run your tongue–
“You think you can handle a little more, sweetheart?” he quizzes, smearing precum all over your ass. You follow the pattern he’s making; you realize he’s spelling his name on your skin.
“Why not? I wouldn’t have driven here after a night of dancing if I didn’t want to be stuffed, Taehyung.”
You flip over again and rest on your elbows before spreading your legs and letting him know you’re ready. A pleased smile forms on Taehyung’s face at the action.
“Well, which one of us do you want? Or…”
“Both of you. Same time. Let’s go.” Your reply is so swift it leaves both men with their mouths gaped.
You shift so your head dangles off the edge of the bed and you wait patiently for Jungkook to take his position. Your hand raises and motions for him to come closer. “You sure?” he asks you, walking towards you.
“Jungkook,” you warn.
“Okay, okay. But tap my thigh three times if you need air, okay?”
“Got it.” You give him a thumbs up when he steps in front of you then return your attention to Taehyung.
He’s already teasing your entrance, making you gasp when the head of his cock pushes in slightly. “Ready?”
At your command, he enters slowly, filling and stretching you like no one ever has before.
“Oh my god!...Taehyung.” His thumb finds your clit when he hears your whines and he draws circles to help you relax.
After a few seconds, the burn is replaced by pleasure, and your mouth falls open for Jungkook to enter your throat. He aligns himself with your lips, slipping in as Taehyung pulls out to set his pace. Your throat relaxes naturally, allowing Jungkook to slide balls deep into your warmth.
“Fuck, she feels so good,” Jungkook moans breathlessly when you swallow around him. You can see his legs and thighs trembling, barely keeping himself up due to the feeling of your warmth surrounding his dick.
“Tell me about it. The whore is squeezing the life out of me. I’m not going to last long. Shit, look at how wet she is.” Taehyung tells him, spreading your folds for them to witness your juices gushing out of your cunt.
“Damn, she is wet. Man, let me fuck her too before you come.”
Jungkook is moving his hips slowly as if he’s holding back. It isn’t until you reach up and massage his balls that he picks up the pace. The two men match each other’s thrusts, moving in and out of you at the same speed and rhythm until all three of you are panting.
You lie still, allowing them to use you like their favorite fuckdoll, coating both their cocks with your wetness and sending them closer to their release with each stroke. You aren’t too far from coming either, the coil inside of you tightening and threatening to snap at any moment.
Taehyung must be aware of it too because his thrusting becomes more powerful, making you grip Jungkook’s thighs to ground yourself. The burning sensation in your throat, the thickness of Taehyung’s cock touching places you can never reach yourself, the degrading things they’re saying to you is all too much, and you prepare yourself for another intense orgasm.
“Are you gonna come again for us, whore, hm?...Make another mess like a little filthy slut?” Taehyung keeps slamming inside of your needy entrance, nearly making you wet the bed again. “Shit, here she comes.”
“Not yet!” Jungkook growls, making Taehyung still deep inside of you. “Switch.”
They pull out of you and you whine from the emptiness, the robbed orgasm, and the warmth you just lost. However, misery is only for a split second because Taehyung quickly jumps out of the way to make room for Jungkook so he can have his turn.
“You can take a little more, yeah?...You okay?” Jungkook inquires, hovering over your body to look at your face.
“Perfect,” you reply. He chuckles and flips you over on your belly, pulling you up against his firm chest once you’re on your knees.
He slides into you with little effort, the slick covering your cunt and thighs making it easy for him to enter your heat. “Damn,” is all he says, suckling your skin harshly enough to leave a mark.
Taehyung gets in front of you, bringing his lips to yours in a wet and sloppy kiss. You hum when the taste of your arousal hits your tongue, and your hands come up to tug on his soft black locks. But Jungkook suddenly grabs your hair, pulling you away and making you look into his lust-filled eyes.
“You two are cute, but I’m about to blow my load in this tight cunt. Believe me, our lips are going to be all over you tonight, baby. We’re just getting started.” Jungkook smirks when your pussy clenches from his promises.
“That’s my girl, now show Taehyung what kind of filth that pretty mouth of yours can do,” he tells you, gently pushing you forward when Taehyung sits on the bed.
You don’t waste time taking Taehyung’s cock in one hand while propping yourself up with the other. You stroke over his hardened length, using your spit and arousal for lubrication.
Out of nowhere, Jungkook slaps your ass, telling you to hurry up because he’s close. You smile to yourself, knowing you have an advantage in this position, and you’re about to make them both come for you instead of the opposite.
While Jungkook drills into you from behind, you lock eyes with Taehyung, winking right before you sink onto his length. The eye contact never breaks, and you watch him go from cocky to a whining mess within seconds.
You slurp and moan around him, your pleading eyes silently begging for his cum. Jungkook slaps your ass again, making you clench; the scream you release on Tae’s cock sends vibrations through him, and he accidentally ruts into your throat. He panics first, thinking he went too far, but when you hum in approval, he grabs your hair and proceeds to fuck your throat.
Both men set a punishing pace, jackhammering inside of you as they please. Lewd sounds fill the hotel room, and the bed repeatedly hits the wall. Outsiders would say it’s filthy, degrading, disgusting even. But to you…it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever encountered.
They both are so close, but you need a little bit more to get there; you need Jungkook to fuck you harder, and you know just how to get him to do it.
You tap Taehyung’s thigh, letting him know you want to come up for air, and his body falls back onto the bed, breathless but his cock still red and pulsating, ready to come.
“You okay?–Oh, fuck!” Taehyung nearly loses it when you take his dick in your hand and lower your head to give his balls some attention. You lick and suck each one, cleaning them of all the spit and juices that dripped down his cock.
Your other hand grips the sheets, grounding yourself so you can match Jungkook’s pace. You look behind you and find his mouth forming an O shape, his brows furrowed as he takes in your ass bouncing against his hips.
“Keep going, Jungkook. I’m close,” you coax when he stills, the image in front of him making it hard to focus. He snaps out of it, his features hardening when he realizes you’re trying to take control.
“Yeah, you tried it, slut. Now stay still and take everything I give you. Just remember you asked for it.” Jungkook grips your waist and picks up where he left off, this time slamming into you without mercy.
Your eyes roll back, and you can barely manage to keep stroking Taehyung.
“Look at you now, drooling like a cock hungry whore. Hold on a second longer, Taehyung. Let me make her come one more time.”
The younger male reaches under you, finding your clit and rubbing quick circles on the sensitive bud. Your mouth finds Taehyung’s dick again, using it to muffle the loud cries of pleasure escaping your lips. Your walls tighten around Jungkook, and he responds with a string of profanities, delivering the final words that bring you to your release.
“Shit, Y/N! You’re doing so well, squeezing me so tight. You wanna come baby?”
You give Jungkook the best form of a yes you can possibly give with a cock shoved in your mouth, and it seems good enough for him.
“Then come. Go ahead, sweetheart. You deserve it.”
Taehyung answers for him, barely holding it together, his cock already twitching in your mouth.
You don’t wait for a second more, abandoning all self-control and letting the coil inside of you snap. Your orgasm washes over you as soon as Jungkook’s fingers apply a little more pressure to your swollen clit.
White light fills your vision as you lose yourself on Jungkook’s cock. Taehyung pulls out, wanting to hear whatever incoherent gibberish you’re babbling in your orgasmic bliss.
Arousal drips down your thighs uncontrollably, and Jungkook only deepens his thrusts to make you squirt some more. However, that comes to an end when he can no longer prolong his release, and he quickly leans over to speak in your ear.
“Y/N, baby? I can’t hold it anymore…Where?”
You already know what he’s talking about but instead of answering him, you roll over and slide off the bed. You then wait patiently on your knees for the two men to join you.
Taehyung is the first to move, being the closest of the two, and Jungkook follows behind. You stare up at them as they stroke their lengths vigorously, not wanting to lose their pending release while they wait for your instructions.
“Face, tongue. Please,” you beg, making their eyes grow wide.
They don’t have time to question it, though. Your filthy words and the visual of your wet muscle sticking out waiting to be coated with cum sends them over the edge. Loads and loads of hot sticky cum land on your face and inside your mouth. You hum in content, accepting every ounce of praise they give to you. You probably look disgusting like this, but to them, you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.
“You did so well for us, baby.” “So beautiful covered in our cum….” they whisper as the last ropes of seed shoots onto your face.
“Thank you,” you say to them, licking some of the cum from your lips.
“Thank you, sweetheart. Get her on the bed, Jungkook; I’ll go get a towel,” Taehyung replies, going off into the bathroom.
Jungkook helps you to your feet immediately, holding you in place to make sure you don’t fall. Your legs tremble, so he has to hold you closer.
“Never needed a towel any other night.”
Jungkook flattens his tongue and licks some of the cum off your face. He scoops you up and places you on the bed just as Taehyung is entering the room. They sit on either side of you, both busying themselves with cleaning you up and asking if you’re okay.
“I’ve never been better,” you answer, allowing them to snuggle with you when they lie on the bed on each side of you. “This was fun,” you mention, and they nod in agreement.
“Yeah, wish we could do it more often,” Taehyung scoffs.
You turn towards him, raising a brow. “Why can’t we?”
“Can we?” Jungkook chimes in.
You nod.
“Mmhm, I’m down if you’re looking for something with no strings attached. I doubt you two would even be capable of loving anyone more than you love each other.”
Their mouths fall open. “How—”
“I saw you giving Taehyung a handjob while outside on my break,” you confess, making silence fill the room. “It’s okay.”
They release a sigh of relief.
“It was hot, and the image is one I save for lonely nights. You look good together; I’d be honored to be your booty call,” you add jokingly. Although you’re all but joking, and if they called you tomorrow, you’d rush right over. “But let’s just keep it between us, yeah? My boss already thinks we’re fucking.”
“Well, you just proved him to be right tonight but yeah, of course, between us. Pinky promise?” Taehyung holds up his pinky finger once he’s done speaking, and so does Jungkook.
You lock fingers with them, sealing the deal like a fifth-grade friendship pact. How you got so lucky, you’ll never know. Meeting two men who want to fill your guts and your bank account may be hard to come by. But two hot and handsome men—impossible. Until tonight for you at least. It’s an offer too good to refuse.
“Actually, I’ve changed my mind,” you announce, making Taehyung and Jungkook panic, but the smirk on your face tells them you’re up to something. “I think I need you to fuck me again before I can make a decision.”
Taehyung pounces on you in an instant, pinning your hands above your head.
“Jungkook, I don’t think we fucked her hard enough. Give me your tie; we don’t need her disturbing guests when she’s crying like a desperate slut.” Taehyung growls, pressing his forehead against yours.
You hold his gaze, not backing down from his challenge the slightest. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. Better get comfortable…It’s going to be a long night.”
You can only force yourself to hold back a smile…because that’s exactly what you were hoping for.
A very long night.
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Moon Signs Pt. 2
Hi guys here’s part 2 of the moon sign series! After I post this, I’m going to be focusing more on answering your questions, I have a lot to answer. Thanks so much for all the support! Without further ado, here’s Libra through Pisces moons!
🌵Libra Moon: You guys LOVE attention, and you don’t even try to hide it LMAO. One of my good friends is a Libra moon and he literally loves to say outlandish things just to get a reaction from us and to get attention from us if we’re not talking to him enough in a conversation. Libra moons also love relationships and if underdeveloped they may feel incomplete without one. They can also be very dependent on their partner for happiness as well. However, they are romantic and in love with love. They’re also extremely sensitive and are very feminine. Even in men, it gives them a more feminine touch to their personality. They also hold their morals in very high regard. They have their set morals and won’t change them for anything or anyone. They also tend to hate conflict and usually shy away from confrontation. They’re also too nice, WAYYYYYY too nice. You guys need to be more assertive LMAO. They’re also extremely optimistic and if they don’t believe in that particular way they at least try to be optimistic with others. They’re always reminding you the glass is half full. Also, Libra moons are mad clingy. Even with those they’re not dating LMAO. My Libra moon friend whenever I try to leave the FaceTime Call, he’s like “Don’t go... :(”. They just love to be around the ones they love. They’re also in love with beauty, and all things beautiful in the world. They’re lovers of music, art, film, and literature. Libra moons also have a softness in their eyes, I can’t describe it. This girl I used to like has a Libra moon and her eyes were just so soft. They’re also extremely indecisive, they tend to flip flop between who they wanna be and what they wanna do. They also aren’t shy when it comes to compliments, they will compliment TF out of you. They’re the best hype man. They also put others before themselves a lot, and can be very shy upon first meeting them. However once they feel comfortable around you they open up. One last thing, I feel like they tend to like anyone who’s nice to them...don’t attack me. LMAO.
🌵Scorpio Moon: I feel like Scorpio moons have about ten different playlists relating to their emotions and still won’t open up to anyone about how they feel. Scorpio moons I feel have such intense emotions that they just don’t deal with them and they tend to implode after a while. I relate to them a lot in that respect tbh with my Sun square Moon, because that’s how I am. You guys are also super passionate and super creative. Every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been really creative in some way whether it be makeup, fashion style, or artwork. I’ve also noticed that this is a very alluring placement, there’s this intriguing way about them, and like Aries Moons, they have a fire in their eyes. Their gaze is INTENSE. They’re also very selective with who they let close to them, they don’t let just anybody in. They’re also very good at reading other people and seeing people’s true intentions. They have an extremely good intuition. If underdeveloped this can be used to manipulate other people, as well as being compulsive liars. Scorpio moons are also very protective over the ones they love. If you mess with anyone they care about, they will kill you. End of story. Also I feel like every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been through the wringer, like they’ve really had some hard experiences, it’s so sad to me. Scorpio moons are also extremely stubborn, remember this is a fixed sign. Scorpio moons ain’t playing, once they’ve settled on something, they’re not budging. Also, can we just say, masters at investigating people. These are the friends you want stalking your ex’s social media. They will find out everything. They’re also really good psychologists as well, almost all the Scorpio moons I’ve met are actually Psychology majors LMAO. They’re very good at finding the root causes of people’s issues. I also feel like Scorpio moons undergo a lot of transformations in their lives. I’ve known a Scorpio moon for about 10 years now and he’s undergone so many different transformations in his life. Mentally and physically. They’re also extremely sarcastic and have a tendency to be pessimistic. They’re also mad scary when angry. I’ve seen them angry before, as an Aries moon, even I get a little scared.... love y’all tho.
🌵Sagittarius Moon: The funniest people ever. Sagittarius moons always have me laughing my ass off. Their sense of humor is very diverse. They tend to stick with sarcasm and like to say outlandish things to make people laugh. Also, I feel like Sagittarius moons tend to go for science/math oriented careers or at least have an interest in those subjects. I know four Sag moons, and they’re all in STEM it’s actually crazy. They’re also extremely blunt and honest, especially when it comes to people they don’t like LMAO. They make it very clear when they don’t like someone, it’s so funny. They’re also just so much fun, like they’re genuinely so much fun to hang out with. I feel like I’ve never not had a good time hanging out with a Sagittarius moon. I feel like Sag moons however tend to struggle with asserting themselves a lot of times, until they get really fed up. They’re very much go with the flow kinda people, and this can be to their detriment especially with the ones they love, they don’t wanna rock the boat. However, they also make really good mediators and are good at settling arguments. They also really like to travel, and likely have traveled a lot. All the Sagittarius moons I know have traveled to at least 4+ countries. They love traveling the world, and I’ve also noticed move or want to move far away from their childhood home. They wanna explore everything the world has to offer. My cousin who’s a Sag moon left her parents’ house to move a few states away and my other friend who’s a Sag moon wants to move to the other side of the country. These individuals also tend to like foreign culture as well. I’ve noticed Sagittarius moons tend to like foreign music or foreign tv shows. I feel like they also tend to ignore their emotions when they get sad and just don’t like to deal with their emotions. They also don’t like to talk about how they feel and will brush sad things off because it’s just too upsetting for them. However, once the emotions boil over, just like their anger, they will blow up LMAO. I’ve also noticed that they’re really good at teaching people things? Like my Sag moon friend explained this Chemistry equation to me I couldn’t understand and I got it after 10 minutes. Natural teachers.
🌵 Capricorn Moon: Guys, it’s okay to open up. You don’t have to pretend to be so strong all the time, you’re not weak for showing your emotions. Anyway, Cap moons have high expectations for people, and will not tolerate any bs from people. I seriously commend them for that. I feel like Cap moons struggle with how their points are being expressed, they can say one thing, but it’s seen as something else. While Capricorn moons may struggle with expressing their emotions, I haven’t found them to be closed off or cold when meeting them. Every Capricorn moon I’ve met has warmed up to me very quickly and have been super nice. I feel like they’re very friendly and once they have a conversation with you they’re really warm and kind. Also, they’re not afraid of anything?? Except for showing their feelings maybe. But like, they’re so open to trying new things like scary rollercoasters and aren’t afraid to fight for themselves if they have to. Also, super fucking ambitious. I wish I could be ambitious. These people will really have like three jobs, be in school, and tend to household responsibilities. I don’t know how you guys do it. Now everyone says Capricorn moons are just analytical and systematic when confronted with conflict, and I personally haven’t found that to be true. If they feel wronged?? Nah. They’re not going to be systematic or logical or anything. They will go off. As for personal challenges, yes they’ll be more analytical. But I feel like everyone boils down Cap moons to emotionless and machine-like nerds, which I find to be very untrue. Capricorn moons are very soft once they’re vulnerable with you, and genuinely feel like they’re bothering people when they show their emotions and feel weak for showing them. Also I’ve noticed that their mom is a big motivator for their success. Their moms always push them to do their best in work and school. If poorly aspected, they could feel too pressured by their moms to do well. Also, they’re so underrated for being funny. They have a really dry sense of humor and it’s well developed. I also feel like they get overlooked for putting others before themselves, when it comes to the people they love they’ll do anything for them. Brb gonna go give my Cap moon friends a hug.
🌵Aquarius Moon: You guys are just so unique. There’s something unique about each and every Aquarius moon, whether it’s a quirk or a hobby. These people are literally the best to talk to. It’s so easy to have a conversation with them, they really can talk about anything. I’ve also noticed that Aquarius moons tend to be interested in astrology and tarot and things of that kind. Every Aquarius moon I’ve met has been really interested in it, and even involved in it. I feel like they also have big dreams, and have big plans for themselves. Aquarius moons also love to get lost in their music and tend to use it as an escape. This can be a problem because they tend to avoid dealing with their feelings. They also go between reacting to things really heavily vs not reacting at all. It just seems like it goes back and forth. They speak up with things are unjust however only to their friends or online. They just don’t like to deal with face to face conflict in that regard. They also give really great advice. My best friend is an Aquarius moon and she always gives me the best advice. She knows me better than I know myself tbh. I feel like Aquarius moons relish in being unique LMAO. I’m 99% sure they had an “I’m not like other girls” phase. I feel like this placement always tends to space out and daydream a lot. They also aren’t the types to just lash out at people, their anger is more subtle (unless they have other placements of course). I feel like Aquarius moons also have a lot of friends but they tend to have a small group of friends that they tend to be super super close with. They’re also...really charming? I don’t know what it is, but like every single one I’ve met has been really charming and likable. They also have a really goofy sense of humor and love to do wild shit to make people laugh. I feel like some downsides of Aquarius moons are that they tend to be too analytical and rationalize things too much, and they inadvertently invalidate other people’s feelings. Aquarius moons are also super open minded to all opinions. I have a friend who I tend to disagree with on certain issues but they’ve always been open to hearing my opinion. They also love to travel too. I’ve noticed that as well.
🌵Pisces Moon: To think, I was almost one of you guys. No seriously I almost was, if I were born four hours earlier I would’ve been a Pisces moon LMAO. Anyhoo, Pisces moons are just so sweet. I don’t know how else to start, they literally are the sweetest people and give off this mystical type of aura. They’re very otherworldly. Also, these people daydream 24/7. They put Aquarius moons to shame in daydreaming. This girl I like is a Pisces moon and I always catch her daydreaming LMAO. They’re also extremely sensitive too and feel things so deeply. They try to hide how they feel from people, but you can see it in their eyes. I can always tell when my Pisces moon friend is upset just by the look in her eyes. They also tend to be introverted and it takes a while for them to warm up to someone. My co-worker is a Pisces moon and it took 2 weeks for her to finally start talking to me LMAO. They also have really vivid and wild dreams too. I feel like my Pisces moon friend is always telling me about some wild dream they had like that they were in a castle or in an ocean. They also can be really moody, they can be fine one second and then get really sad out of nowhere. Their emotions are like the ocean. I feel like another downside of Pisces Moons are that they can be very manipulative however this is really with any underdeveloped water moon/sun placement. I also feel like they tend to be escapists a lot. They don’t like to deal with reality a lot, and they see the best in everything and everyone even if it’s to their demise. They’re also super friendly and are nice to everyone they meet, even if they’re reserved they’re still very sweet. They’re also extremely creative too, I feel like every Pisces moon I’ve ever met has some sort of creative hobby. My co-worker who’s a Pisces moon is working on becoming a photographer and her stuff is AMAZING. I think that’s because they see the best in the world and the beauty in everything; and they know how to show that in their work so others can see the world like they do. They’re also super empathetic and are really good listeners. You can talk to them about anything and feel understood. :)
So this wraps up my moon sign series! I hope you guys liked it! Again, don’t take offense these are just my opinions on each moon sign! Hope you guys enjoyed, and if you don’t see your moon sign here it’s likely in part one.
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—how dare you (t. fushiguro)
.pairing toji fushiguro x fem!reader
.content warning smut, nsfw, dub-con, very very rough sex, hate-fuck, degradation, scratching, oral sex (m!&f!receiving), unprotected sex
.synopsis your ex, and the father of your child, joins you for a friendly dinner, but things take an interesting turn.
.a/n dilf toji. that's it. 🤔 jk, this one actually took a lot out of me when writing. : | i added some soft, make-up sex because toji really does a number on y/n in this one so, enjoy that. ALSO TOJI GETS A LIL SOFT TOO lmao
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GOOSEBUMPS covered the expanse of your exposed arms, causing you to shiver and let out an unstable breath. you regretted not bringing a sweater or something with you to the restaurant. you just so happened to be conveniently seated in a booth that was right under a vent.
“do you want my jacket?”
“no,” you responded hastily to toji’s giving voice. this was the third time he had asked you if you needed something, or offered something. could he just quit it? you didn’t want to accept anything from him.
toji’s eyes narrowed and his face went dull, seeing how stubborn you were being over something so small. he put his jacket beside him and huffed. “you’re obviously fucking cold, y/n. you don’t have to act like such a child.”
toji’s vulgar language was no surprise to you, but it still sent chills down your spine to hear him talking to you that way - again. even when the two of you were together, his language was nasty and mean when reacting to the smallest things. surprisingly, that had nothing to do with why the two of you broke it off being that you, too, also had a bit of a potty mouth.
“i’m not acting like a child,” you reacted unhesitatingly, but you knew you were. you were desperately trying to find ways to avoid him, even if it meant he was genuinely trying to help you out. you shivered again and rolled your eyes as you felt a flood of cold air arrive at your skin. toji stared at you long and hard from across the table, seeing how hard you were trying to avoid eye contact with him. you could feel his glare without even looking. finally, you became fed up and grunted. “just give me the fucking jacket.”
toji laughed at you, amused, as he handed over the jacket and you aggressively snatched it from his hand. you slid your arms into the oversized jacket and sighed with relief. this wasn’t the first time you wore this specific jacket. you quickly got comfortable in it’s familiar warmth.
“you’re welcome,” toji annoyingly chimed.
you rolled your eyes again before crossing your arms. “i really regret agreeing to this, y’know...”
with a smug smile on his face, toji rested his elbow on the table and let his hand cup the side of his face as he looked at you. “why? nothing even happened. i’ve been nice to you this entire time.”
“that’s the problem. you think all these little nice gestures and innocent antics are gonna’ make me fall in love with you again or something,” you spat out, eyebrows furrowed, nose twitching.
toji scoffed hearing how delusional you sounded, pushing his own face away as he sat back again, his back connecting with the leather booth. “you sound silly, y/n. what antics are you talking about?”
“oh, don’t play fucking stupid, toji,” you snapped. your patronizing and slightly degrading voice made toji’s body twitch. “this entire outing is apart of the antic. what other reason would you have to call me up randomly and ask me out to dinner?” he couldn’t help but smirk, he missed your voice. he loved hearing that tyrant-like voice come out of you whenever you were getting angry. it was spunky.
toji genuinely just wanted to work on his friendship with you for the sake of the child you shared together. co-parenting was rough when the two of you were constantly at one another’s throat all the time. but, he knew you wouldn’t believe you so he didn’t bother explaining it. plus, he found your delusional assumptions to be quite entertaining.
“so you’re just not going to answer?” you ask. toji adverted his eyes, looking up at the ceiling, making it obvious he was trying to ignore you. “oh, fuck you.”
“fuck me then...”
before you could even utter a single letter back to him, your waiter had finally came by after the two of you waited for an unnecessarily long time. the exchange was short; asking for drinks, appetizers and then walking off to fetch them for you.
after the waiter left, your eyes met toji’s immediately. you didn’t forget what he said. “why would you say that?”
“say what? you said it first,” toji taunted, running his tongue across his bottom, scarred lip.
you were getting more annoyed by the second but for some reason, you were...happy? you didn’t want to leave, in fact, whenever toji’s attention would go to his phone, it made you upset for a reason you couldn’t explain. this was the first time in almost a year that the two of you had been in the same place for more than five minutes.
after toji moved out, you agreed to dropping ‘gumi off at his place every friday, picking him up on mondays. most of the time, you did it in silence, simply putting ‘gumi in the backseat of his car, giving him kisses and leaving. but right here, right now, you were in his presence and speaking to him once again.
“...megumi’s doctor appointment.”
you blanked out so hard, so into your head, that you didn’t even realize toji was talking to you. you blinked once you snapped back to reality and looked at him. “for fuck’s sake, were you listening?” he asked, giving you another one of those dull looks.
you shook your head no, embarrassed. “sorry, i was thinking about something...”
“thinking of what?” his voice was gruff.
“don’t worry about it,” you responded. the waiter came back with your drinks and the appetizers. they asked for your meals and the two of you told him as he scribbled it down in a notepad before walking away again.
toji picked up a handful of fries and popped it into his mouth, chewing like a slob. “just tell me.”
you huffed. being honest wouldn’t hurt, would it? “you, damn it. i was thinking of you.”
“wow, i’m flattered,” toji responds sarcastically, looking down at his phone. he looked back up at you to see your face seemingly hurt, your lips parted as you didn’t know what to say. “i’m joking.” he broke out into a laugh laced with immaturity. “that’s cute though.”
“whatever,” you grumbled.
gradually, the night got better. after having a couple of two sentence arguments and spewing mean comments back and forth, they were replaced by small pick-up lines, friendly jokes and pure happiness to be around one another. toji shamelessly enjoyed himself, missing this feeling of being around you. you, on the other hand, were still stand off-ish, even though there was a yearning desire to be in his presence everyday. to be in his strong arms again, to hear him say, “i love you,” again. but you ended it. you ended it because you’re too conceited and you needed to prove that you could live without him, that you didn’t need to depend on him for everything. toji was a good man to you and a good father to the son you both shared. even with his not-so-squeaky-clean history that everybody and their mother was telling you about, he was the complete opposite. you got comments like “you’ve changed him,” that would make you feel so good about your spirit. it got to your head, and you felt the need to keep him wrapped around your finger. when he caught on, he felt hurt that you didn’t cherish him in a more affectionate way, yet he still stayed. he respected your decision to leave him, but he wasn’t happy with it. you unintentionally spawned a feeling of anger in his heart that was targeted at you which was the reason things had to end so sour.
as these thoughts swam around in your mind, you stared out the window, eyes unfocused and lost in a daze. nimble, blurred images of street signs, houses, pedestrians and all things the city included hurried past your still eyes, failing to process any of it as you sat in the passenger seat of toji’s car.
for the most part, he kept his eyes glued to the busy road, but he’d occasionally look at your emotionless face, wondering about what you were thinking so hard about. if he were to ask, you would’ve gotten upset, so the words he wanted to speak dissipated instead. he cleared his throat as he sighed and leaned back on his seat, lounging as he drove and the sudden sound broke you out of your trance.
your eyes flickered to him as he sat in the seat, keeping his eyes forward and alert. you wondered how long you had been out of your body. you wondered if he noticed. seeing him in the seat, lightly gripping the wheel, watching how his eyes analyzed other drivers brought you back to your days with him. he was super cautious on the road, super cautious of his passengers and super cautious of himself. you suddenly got frustrated with yourself for wanting him - no, needing him back again. you missed him so much and attempting to put on this facade that you didn’t was irksome.
you didn’t realize he had pulled into the driveway of your house, right beside your sister’s car, who was watching megumi for the night. you wanted to get your emotions out. you couldn’t let him leave yet. “toji-” you cut yourself off, realizing that you were calling out to him. “toji.”
his sharp, dirty green eyes shifted over to your face, without him barely moving his head. his eyebrow raised with curiosity. “hm?”
“can you come inside?” you asked. toji wanted to laugh at how soft your voice was in contrast to the roughness of your tone from earlier. how pitiful. he kept his laughs and thoughts inside and let out a small breath.
“yeah, sure.”
toji put the car in park and the engine died as the two of you got out of the car. you walked ahead of him as you approached the front door to the home you previously used to own together, the moment bittersweet as you unlock the front door.
the sound of soft baby music reached your ears as you entered in. you can see a kids cartoon blaring on the tv, while your sister was sleep on the couch, mouth slightly open and your son asleep in his rocker. toji smiled at the sight. you barely changed anything in the house. a family portrait that you begged toji to participate in was still hanging on the wall. you took light steps as you approached your sister, nudging her.
“oh, you’re here,” she says, yawning and extending her arms out to stretch. she sat up, digging her palms into the couch and her eyes darted to the front door. “toji?” your sister looked back at you, but you gave her a pleading look, hoping she would get the hint and just go.
“hey.” toji’s voice was dry, hinted with a bit of enthusiasm in the end.
your sister gave megumi a quick kiss on the cheek as he slept before gathering her few belongings and leaving. you sighed with heavy relief and walked over to megumi to get him out the rocker. toji chuckled, seeing how desperate you were to talk to him.
you had come to find out that you’re child was a heavy sleeper, not even disturbed in the slightest when you held him in your arms. you kissed his soft, chubby cheeks and rubbed your face against his, showering him with motherly love. “i’m gonna put him to bed, just wait in our room.” you didn’t even realize you had said “our”, but toji did and he was expecting you to correct yourself, but you didn’t. toji kissed megumi’s forehead before you went upstairs and put him in his crib before going across the hall into your room.
toji was laid out on the bed the two of you once shared, staring up at the ceiling, his defined hands loosely folded over his stomach. he was sitting in the dark oddly, making your eyebrows twitch. you flicked the light on and toji’s eyes shut from how bright it was. he saw colors plaguing his vision as his pupils tried to adjust.
“so, what’s wrong?”
the question made you freeze momentarily as you were on your way to your dresser to change. you went back to what you were doing, not sure how to answer his question. you didn’t even hear him get up from the bed, you were simply given an unsolicited touch on your arm, making you flinch in place. the fact that you didn’t reject the gesture was enough for toji to confirm that you missed him.
“toji, i...” his name slipped out of your mouth. his breath fanned over the back of your neck, causing a chill to run down your spine. your heart was beating faster with each second that passed by. move. you wished he would move. you were frozen in place, scared to fall into any trap that he’d have for you. a lump sat in your throat, making you painfully uncomfortable, forcing you to speak. “toji, i miss you,” you exposed, your voice delicately hoarse. you gasped at the sound of your own voice and toji’s jaw clenched. a burning sensation plagues your eyes as tears began to rise. you only made it worse by not blinking, desperately trying to keep toji from seeing you so weak. your chin twitched as your lips began to quiver. toji caged your body as he put his hands on the dresser in front of you and he filled up the already little space between the two of you.
“i know you do.” his voice was intimidating and husky. he couldn’t see your face at this moment; hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your nostrils flaring uncontrollably. you could see his hands in front of you, gripping the dresser as if it was going to run away, his knuckles had turned snow white. “just wish you didn’t have to break my fucking family apart just so you could fail to prove a dumbass point.”
you couldn’t hold in your cries and gasped in such a pathetic way. “it wasn’t dumb-” you began to argue but a sharp, demeaning tone cut you off.
“shut the fuck up, y/n. it was dumb. because now we’re here, and you’re asking me to come inside for what?” you had no argument to that. you wanted him to come inside because you wanted to feel his presence in your home again. “this was our home.”
“i want it to be our home,” you whined, responding back almost immediately. “it’s our home,” you repeated. you bit on your lip so hard that you didn’t even realize that you had bit through the skin, causing it to bleed. you licked your lip, the metallic flavor reaching your taste buds. you turned around, putting your hands on toji’s chest. your eyes didn’t even meet his and you didn’t want to, because you knew those patronizing eyes were going to break you. “i’m sorry,” was all you could whisper as you grabbed onto his shirt, the cotton wrinkling in your grip. your breath hit his chest and he remained so still that it started to scare you. you jumped in place when he finally moved and his face was in your peripheral vision as he leaned down to place his scarred lips on your jaw. they traveled to the space behind your ear and trailed along the side of your neck until he reached your collarbone, smacking his lips with each wet peck. you grew impatient, grabbing his face with demanding hands until your soft lips connected to his.
the way he gripped your hips was irascible, but you knew you deserved it. how dare you break apart your family to feed your ego? how dare you cut the time your son has with his father for your own selfish rational? how dare you spend all this time spewing nonsense about you not loving him - how he didn’t take care of you enough? how dare you stand here and apologize after all the damaged you’ve caused? toji pulled away harshly and his eyes immediately met your glossy orbs. the look in his eyes were despondent, telling you a thousand things that only you could understand. your hands had fell to either sides of his neck, brushing against the hairs on the nape.
“i love you...” you regretted speaking as the words fell from your mouth.
toji stared at you long and hard, trying to read every bit of your face. after you spent months speaking of him so ill, he couldn’t fully believe your words. “prove it, y/n.” his voice carried nothing but intimidation in contrast to the lewdness of the command.
before you could utter another word out, toji’s fingers were wrapped around your throat, gripping the sides. your mouth went dry trying to breath in as much as you could and your face became tight as he cut off your airway. this wasn’t something you weren’t used to. you were accustomed to having rough sex with him - that’s just how he was - and you had grown to love it. but obviously, all of his actions had a different motive behind them this time.
toji kept his silence, removing his hands from your throat and pushed your head down while you simultaneously gasped for air. slowly, you got on your knees in front of him, your face leveled with his crotch. toji didn’t have to demand you like he used to. you felt guilty, you knew exactly what he wanted and the least you could do was give it to him. so, you’re fingers pulled down the cold, metal zipper on his pants and unbuttoned the silver button that held his slacks together. you didn’t have to look up at him to know that his eyes were watching your every move like a hawk. your fingers hooked onto the belt loops of his pants and you pulled them down until they fell to his ankles. he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side for them to be forgotten for the night.
as if it were routine, he took his index and middle finger on one hand and tapped your mouth, signaling for you to open it. your lips parted just enough and he facilely slid his fingers inside of your mouth. a small pool of spit sat on your tongue and it coated his fingers as you wrapped your tongue around them. with his free hand, he rubbed his semi-hard cock through his boxers, hissing as he anticipated the feeling of your mouth. he removed his fingers and rubbed the residue on his bulge. you licked him through his underwear, leaving trails of saliva that covered his length, dampening the cotton. he was fully erect by now, pulsating through his boxers. you pulled them down like you did his pants before and he kicked them to the side also. his cock slapped against his abdomen and you grabbed it, jerking him off while your tongue fed his bulbous, swollen head a couple of teasing kitten licks. you forgot the feeling of his length in your hand, feeling up on the familiar vein that ran underneath his cock. the only odd thing about all this was that toji wasn’t speaking. usually, he praised, complimented your pretty lips, your innocent eyes. but no, he wasn’t speaking at all.
your hands gripped onto his waist as your mouth took his entire length in. his tip kissed the back of your throat, as he thrusted himself into your mouth. the warmth of your mouth managed to fish out a couple of groans that’d leave his lips, throwing his head back as he felt your tongue curve in place for his girth. he pushed his flat, raven locks back, getting them out of his vision. he grabbed your head, a stinging sensation on your scalp as he grabbed your hair, and forced himself even more down your throat, causing you to gag, painfully choking on his cock. salty tears ran down your cheek and toji smirked with amusement as he watched your cock bulge inside of your throat with every thrust he delivered. it then finally registered in your brain that he wasn’t doing this for pleasure - he was doing it to watch you struggle. he pulled himself out before you could - literally - manage to choke to death, making a ‘pop’ sound. you coughed up a storm, hands on the floor as you took heavy, dramatic breaths trying to learn how to breath again. a silver string of saliva was falling slowly from your mouth. toji’s hand lightly tapped your cheek, your eyes slowly meeting his tormenting gaze. his huge, muscular arm wrapped around your torso and he carried you over to the bed.
memories of kissing your greedy lips, burying his head in between your thighs, and making love to you until you were intoxicated by the way he fucks had fogged his mind. memories of you being his and his only. he could only imagine how many men you let fuck you in this bed, how many men touched places that only he had access to, how many times their hands brushed over the ‘TOJI’ that was inked into your skin on your inner thigh, how many times they laid eyes on the ‘T’ in between your breasts, how many times you had to painfully say, “that’s my ex’s name.” how many times did it happen in these past nine months? he wanted to know.
suddenly, strong fingers were aggressively removing his jacket from your arms, throwing it somewhere to be found later. the red, mesh shirt you had on was ripped in half, exposing your back and you gasped lightly. every movement carried anger. you deserved it. you deserved to be treated this way. he took the remainder of the shirt off of your body before unclasping your bra. his hands grabbed them, feeling your soft, plush breasts that he missed so much. after you had megumi, you were gifted with a busty chest that toji fucking adored. his body was pressed against yours, his cock rubbing against your ass, the only thing keeping you separated was the jeans around your waist. his thumb ran along the area where the ‘T’ was tatted in between your boobs while his other hand pinched at an erect nipple.
his cock was hot against your ass and as rough as he was being, you wanted to feel him. you had to feel him again. you then processed how selfish those thoughts were, wanting him to fuck you after spending many nights with other men while the two of you were apart. it wasn’t fair to toji who - surprisingly - didn’t even think about go on a friendly date with another woman during these past nine months.
toji’s hand trailed down to your waist, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. he got a hold of both your pants and your silk underwear and pulled them down in a way that was anything but gentle.
“oh my god,” you breathed out. his nails sharply glided on your skin, causing three stripes of claw marks to appear on your lower back and trail on your ass. he showed no remorse either, purposefully grabbing the affected area as he now rubbed his cock on your bare ass, making you grimace. he let his cock slip in between your legs, grazing over your warmth. his grip on your body got painfully tighter as he noticed you were getting off to this, your slick getting onto his length. the smallest moan had regrettably left your lips as you panted like a dog in jagged breaths.
he pushed you onto the bed, positioning you in front of the headboard, forcibly putting you on your hands and knees. toji continued to run his cock along your puffy lips, groaning as he missed this feeling. normally, he’d prep you. he’d finger you, he’d devour your pretty pussy, he’d watch you desperately hump a pillow with your bare core, getting your juices all over it. he didn’t do any of that, he just wanted to use your body to fuck out his own anger. his hips gripped your waist and he slammed himself into you, his cock intruding your viscid walls, earning a cry that held pain from your mouth. he hissed at the feeling of your hole sucking him in. he pulled out slowly to see his cock glistening with your slick. he was drawn back to your body like a magnet and buried himself into your hole until he was balls deep, vast pleasure taking over his body, his mouth gaping. it wasn’t long before he was delivering strong, hard thrusts into your squelching pussy, that familiar burning sensation that you swore you couldn’t live without spread to your thighs. you gripped onto the sheets beneath you, the fabric crumbled up in your fists. heat burns your body every time your ass slapped against his groin. the bed creaked rhythmically every time toji bucked his hips, causing the headboard to slam into the wall each time. spit formed bubbles on your tongue as it barely hung out as you breathed through his strokes. whiny moans left your mouth as heavy breaths left toji’s.
he finally spoke, making your body violently jerk underneath him at the sound of his voice. “don’t wake my son up.” his lips grazed the top of your ear while his hand was swaddling your throat as he bellowed what sounded like a threat into your ear.
he let go as you frantically heaved for more oxygen again. toji’s strokes were rapid and tameless, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to have mercy on you. he stopped momentarily, leaving your pussy vacant, to flip you over on your back, and didn’t hesitate to plunge his thick cock into your pussy again. his balls swung and slapped against your ass as he moved at an unnatural speed. “t-toji...i can’t...” you struggled to speak, your words almost inaudible. “too...fast,” was all that could be audibly mustered up from your drooling mouth.
he ignored your weak words and pulled you up so your chest was pressed firmly against his own, still plunging into your pulsating cunt with feral thrusts. one arm was holding you up in place and his other hand was squishing your tear-stained cheeks.
“how many men have you fucked in this bed?” he growled. he looked directly into your panic-stricken eyes that screamed the word “stop” in a million different languages. he loosened the grip on your face just enough for you to speak, but nothing came out. he sent an incredibly painful thrust into you that kissed your cervix, causing you to scream. your scream was cut off by his clammy palm covering your mouth. your muffled squeals vibrated through his hand and your eyes screwed shut as the balance between pain and pleasure started to become uneven. it was too much, too fast. you were too full, too fucked out. your mind saw double, feeling a mental freeze while your body continued to react pleasurably to the feeling of his cock ramming into your sopping cunt. “how many men have you fucked in this bed?!” spit flew from his mouth as he asked the question again. his voice was drowned out by white noise, but you could still hear his urgent question.
eyes dead, face losing color, you finally found a way to answer his question once his hand was removed from your mouth. “s-seven,” your response was slurred. you felt like you could pass out at any minute. sweat ran down the side of your face as cold as your body was.
your answer only made him angrier, driving him to send another thrust into you. you didn’t think he could go harder than last time, but he continued to surprise you, going past your expectations. soundless curse words were liberated from his lips as your cunt milked his veiny cock unceasingly. the pain was overbearing but subconsciously, you focused on the very little pleasure that was there as he fucked into your pussy ferociously. he was purposefully avoiding your g-spot, trying to keep you as uncomfortable as possible.
“i’m gonna cum in you...” he growled the words in your ear as if it were a warning. “did you let those men come in this pretty pussy?”
“no...” your answer came out as a whine, almost like you were annoyed by the fact that he was asking you so many pointless questions. “p-please...” you didn’t even know what you were begging for, you just had to say it. you sucked in a sharp breath as toji buried himself deep inside of you in a surprisingly careful way and his hot, sticky semen left your walls daubed white. you clenched your teeth, humiliated as the fluid gushed out of your cunt, too overwhelmingly full with his cock.
you couldn’t verbally or mentally react, but your body did, squirming in his hold until you fell on the bed. you fell onto your back, your head sinking into your pillows as his cock slipped out of your loose hole. you turned, laying on your side. your body was twitching uncontrollably, tears streamed down your face as you finally regained your full consciousness. you were full-on crying at this point, wishing he’d stop all of this right now, but wanting him to be able to unleash his anger on you. your eyes were shut so tight you could see colors and it only brought more pain to your already aching head.
toji looked down at you. you were in pain, distraught and fucked out. his pretentious disposition had slowly withered, his face growing soft. he had seen red for too long, ignoring how badly he was hurting you, but deep down he knew that you were letting him. he always admired how you were so willing, how you were so quick to understand someone else’s actions. while toji didn’t deserve your poor treatment, you didn’t deserve this either.
the tension in the air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. the smell of sweat and sex had filled your noses. the only sounds that could be heard was toji’s heavy breathing and your small sobs. not being able to see, you were shocked to feel a soft, sympathetic kiss being placed on your lips, cutting off your weeping. you opened your eyes just a bit to see toji laying beside you, giving you love the way he used to. this was a kiss you remember. it was gentle, but assertive. toji slid his tongue inside your mouth, searching all around it. your teeth strike each other occasionally as the kiss was sloppy and hurried. he leaned over your frail body, his hand caressing your legs gently, feeling up the plush of your thighs. he spread your legs open a bit, letting cold air hit your clit again, causing a moan to vibrate against his lips. you broke away to get air, a hot breath fanning over toji’s chin.
“i’m sorry,” you sniffled. “i’m so sorry, toji.” as if to save you from another round of sobs, he immediately showers your cheek with insistent kisses as his hand inched closer to your warmth.
for a second you swore you felt his lips mouth the words “it’s okay,” against your skin. your assumption was confirmed when he repeated it with a broken voice as his thumb finally meets your swollen clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. his lips go down to your neck, your head ensuing, lifting up to give him more access. he kissed and sucked on your sensitive spots, giving tedious care to areas where he gripped your neck too hard. you grinded your hips with the very little energy you had against his rough thumb, melting from his touch. toji sat up and hovered over you, kissing, licking and sucking on your round breasts.
“you’re so sexy, you know that? you taste so good,” he compliments you for the first time tonight. you never realized how much you missed those words.
he knew he couldn’t penetrate you again, so he was physically trying to do whatever he could to show you he loves you. his actions were comforting, but confusing being that he spent majority of this time trying to cause you immense pain. you watched as his lips skidded across your skin all the way down to your clit where he pressed his tongue flat. your eyes fluttered, as you gasped. you gulped as your eyes lazily watched toji taste you.
he sucked on your throbbing clit, holding your restless thighs steady. he was slurping and devouring you like it’d be his last time. he moaned at how good you tasted, the vibrations of the moan sending your body ablaze. your hands tangled in his hair that was drenched in sweat. you gripped it, yanking him closer to you until his nose tickled your cunt. his tongue explored your walls that were clenching around nothing. he was gradually bringing you closer to your climax, your bent legs stretching out around him. he saw your face fill with desperation as his tongue flicked your clit over and over, moans flying out of your gaped mouth, your toe’s curling at the consistent feeling.
“oh god, toji,” you breathed. “don’t stop...i’m gonna cum.”
“good girl.” that appraisal came again.
you bucked your hips and he latched his lips on your clit once more, sucking hungrily as your lower body went numb, causing you to wail as you reached your orgasm. you saw white, eyes rolling to the back of your head and choked on your own, dragged out moan. your legs violently shook and cum leaked out of your overstimulated pussy. toji takes no time, licking you clean, breathing against your core as he enjoyed the taste of your cum.
toji brought his face to yours again, kissing you on your plump lips before pulling away. his soft eyes looked down at you, saying things that couldn’t come out of his mouth. your eyelids felt heavy and you couldn’t help, letting a wave of drowsiness take over you as your body slowly shut down.
toji pulled the comforter over your body and his own, pulling your sleeping body close to his as he planted a kiss on your forehead and buried his head in the crook of your neck as he held you in his arms for the rest of the night.
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Just got spoken to like shit for being hard of hearing.
I forgot to wear my hearing aids when getting groceries and I asked my partner where the bacon medallions were and he muttered something (even with my hearing aids he’s hard to understand because he speaks lowly and mutters which I’ve explained lots of times to stop doing lmao) and I said “what?” and signed to my ear to signal that I can’t hear him, and he just turns away from me so now I can’t even see his lips or know if he’s speaking at all and I kept saying “what” like 3 more times and at this rate I don’t know if he’s ignoring me or actually replying because I can’t hear him at all, and I tell him can you turn around because I don’t know what you’re trying to say or do and then he muttered this time which I noticed and I said “what are you saying” and he very loudly declared “I said shut the fuck up” in such a venomous way I was like wtf ???
And then he started insulting me when we finished shopping saying im stupid and don’t know how to use my brain because he said I should have known that him turning around away from me was him showing me that the bacon is in front of him , like excuse me ???? You’re asking a sensory overloaded autistic person to pick up on a social queue that to my knowledge is not even a very good one by neurotypical standards and I’m also suppose to understand this whilst being deaf? You wasted minutes of our time when you could have turned back to face me and said “here” clearly or better yet fucking pointed with your finger in front of you if you really didn’t want to talk like ?????
Idk why but he always gets angry at my deafness too, I thought ever since I had it confirmed and had hearing aids fitted that he would take it seriously and understand that I’m genuinely am not hearing him but he can’t even be bothered to learn basic bsl which I use all the time when I talk to him and apparently my inability to hear is my fault because he simply can’t get it into his thick skull to face me when he talks or talk louder and enunciate better instead of talking like a fucking idiot but apparently I’m the issue and I’m stupid for being autistic
Then when I calmly discuss this I get gaslighted and insulted further ,,, I just gave up and said “this isn’t important. You’re tired and taking out your exhaustion on me. I’m not being a part of this and I don’t need to be insulted” and left it at that
This is the shit I’ve had to deal with for like 5 years now and it’s getting worse like wtf , I’m hoping that the more shit I post on here about it the more it’ll help me to leave him lol
#𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓻 ╰✧#buckmepapi#k;#personal#autism#deaf#deafness#hard of hearing#actually autistic#autistic#ableism#actually disabled#rant#vent#disabled rant#rantvent#rant vent#rant post#vent post
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can u make a nikolai x reader based on the song mr perfectly fine by taylor swift?
Mr Perfectly fine
A/n: Ahh, thank to you friend, I've been jamming to this song every day lmao Hope I've done it justice x Also, I've left out some parts of the lyrics to make it better fit the story.
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Word count: more than 7K (ikik it took a life of his own, what can I say)
Warnings: bit of fluff, angst (like a lot), character's death, spoiler if you haven't read Siege and Storm
Tagging: @jupiterandbutterflies (Thank you so much for your comment! I saw it and it made my day✨)
(I don't remember where I took this from so if you know pls lmk)
Most people knew of Nikolai Lanstov. He was a prince, the second born and the most charming. Most people knew him thanks to the countless rumours that went around at court: supposedly he was not of royal blood. "Sobachka" was what they called him.
No matter how though, everyone knew of the last Lanstov prince. But very little knew him.
Meeting him wasn't difficult. Since he had been of age, Nikolai had always been out of the Grand Palace and among people. He’d also volunteered to enlist in the first army, refusing any kind of special treatment and fought beside his brothers in arms in the infantry. That was part of the reason why everyone outside the court loved him so much.
Being Grisha meant that fighting in the Second Army was mandatory. Not that you minded. There was nothing you wanted more for your people than to finally be free. Also, that Shadow Fold needed to go and as the Darkling has always said, all efforts are necessary.
That’s how you met Nikolai the first time. Generally, the First and the Second Army were stationed in different parts of the campsite. Numerous quarrels between oprichniki and Grisha had rendered the separation necessary. However, you never liked crowds much and living in the Little Palace meant that you were always surrounded by people. So, every chance you had to draw away and be by yourself for a while, you took it. Also, being a Healer meant that you’d spent more time in your assigned tent taking care of soldiers than among them.
Word had gone around that everyone in need could come to you. Usually, you had been instructed by the Darkling that your powers were reserved for Grisha. However, what good was it to have the ability to cure people and only take care of a selected few that very rarely got seriously injured? Meanwhile, soldiers of the First Army often suffered from severe injuries, fatal gunshots or knife wounds. You could help them and possibly save their lives so why shouldn’t you?
That was why Nikolai found you one night. Sure at that point it was just another nameless soldier to you. He had never been in your tent before so you had never seen his face before. The boy whose arm he had draped on his shoulders though, was a usual visitor of yours.
“Oh, Petyr, what happened this time?” gesturing to his blond friend to lay him down on the table, you started gathering everything you needed. Not that you needed much but you had found out that Petyr was absolutely incapable of bearing having his bones or injuries in general repaired without having some kind of pain reliever before.
After a few tries, you came up with a herbal composition that dulled the pain but didn’t make him unconscious. Using kvas would mean that Petyr would be knocked out for a couple of hours. That would put him in trouble with his superiors.
“He’s a fool, that’s what happened.” The explanation came from his friend after he put him down gently. Despite his words, you could hear in his tone worry and guilt?
“If saving your life makes me a fool then go ahead and call me one,” Petyr huffed in pain.
“Who knew you were so brave, uh?” After quickly shredding the herbs you needed, you poured hot water on it and brought the cup to Petyr’s lips while helping him keep his head up.
“He’s the bravest of us all,”
“If I knew it took a bullet wound to make you hand out compliments so easily, I would have done it sooner.” Scoffed Petyr after sending you a thankful look.
“See? What did I tell you? A fool,” his friend said dramatically and you smiled amused at their playful banter.
“Let’s see what we’re dealing with, shall we?” You said out loud to warn both Petyr and his friend. Letting them know what was about to happen was best, your experience taught you. Both for the person on the table that could brace themselves for what was about to happen and for the person with him that was filled with worry and cautiousness. Oprichniki didn’t trust Grisha that much.
After assessing the damage, you let out a relieved sigh as the bullet had gotten through and it had not hit any major artery. It had already got infected though, so you knew it would be a painful one to treat.
“So, did you receive any letters lately, Pety?” You ask, suggestively wiggling your eyebrows while your hands cover the wound. You had your eyes closed to better focus but you were sure that he had rolled his eyes.
“Only from my mum.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t write her back,” you said, opening your eye just in time to send him a glare.
“Ugh, not this again, y/n, please. Have mercy on me, I’m bleeding all over the table.” Petyr moaned making his friend snicker.
“You’re not bleeding all over the table and if you didn’t notice, I’m already taking care of you, am I not? That doesn’t excuse you for being an idiot, though.”
“Are you two in cahoots or something? It’s not fair. Wounded man over here.”
“Oh shut up.” Both you and his blond friend said at the same time. Petyr moaned once again and you sent a little amused smile to the blondie.
“Should I leave you with a cool battle scar? Maybe acting like a war hero will give you the balls to write to her.” You harmlessly threatened him but your hands were already reconnecting the tissue of his skin without letting it scar.
“I’ve told you, y/n. She deserves better than what I can give her. I am, who knows if I even make it home? I’d be only stringing her along.” Now Petyr was dead serious. It was true, you had talked about this often since he was a regular you got to know him better and he had soon told you about his sweet Katia.
While his friend chanted “fool” like a mantra in the background, you took his bloodied hand in yours, his wound fully healed.
“Petyr, how do you think she’s gonna react when she learns that there hasn’t been any delay to her letters but you’re just ignoring her? Besides, you should let her make this decision too. Who knows, she’ll surprise you.” Squeezing his hand you turned to let your words settle and to put away your utensils. You knew you had given him so much food for thought so you didn’t address the subject anymore. His friend helped him off the table and that’s when you noticed that he was injured too. He had a pretty nasty cut on his lower lip and there was already a bruise forming on his temple.
“Petyr, you can sit on my chair while I take care of your friend. You should be fine but for at least a while don’t stress your body.”
Mentally making a list of the things you need to tend to this kind of wound and where you kept them, you started collecting before heading back to them.
Petyr had sat down but his friend was still standing.
“You don’t have to lie down if you don’t want to, but unless you don’t want me to go take a ladder or something, it would be best if you sat on the table.” You gave him your best reassuring smile as you mixed the healing paste. Sometimes, men didn’t like to put themselves in a vulnerable position with someone they didn’t know and had learned to fear. He wasn’t that badly hurt and it would only take a couple of seconds to fix but not every oprichniki was comfortable with being healed by Grisha power. So the paste would do your job for you. It would take longer, sure and it would also sting a lot more but at least he’d be healed at last.
After looking at you for a little while, the blond man did as you instructed, giving you a dazzling smile in return when you settled between his legs to fix his cut.
“The name is Nikolai or handsome if you prefer.” It was not the first time a wounded soldier tried to flirt with you. IT didn’t bother you, you found them amusing more than anything and you knew it was the allure of someone taking care of them speaking more than any real interest.
“Let’s hope you won’t be around here much for me to learn your name.”
“I’ll have to find another way to make myself unforgettable then.” He winked at you before hopping off the table.
You didn’t address his words, only gave them the paste you had prepared. It would prevent any wound from being infected and would be able to cure small cuts and bruises if applied for a couple of days. With that, you sent them both on their way. Petyr waving you goodbye while Nikolai sent you another wink.
And so this was how it all started.
Mr. "Perfect face"
Mr. "Here to stay"
Mr. "Looked me in the eye and told me you would never go away"
Everything was right
Despite your fellow Grisha, military life could be a bit alienating. Which sounded like a paradox, sure, but everyone had their own way of processing trauma and emotions and of course there were plenty of those during the war. If the best way to come to terms with everything that happened was to distance yourself from others and try to find the solution in solitude, it could get to the point where you’d feel alone in a room full of people.
To get a little respite, you’d usually go on a long walk or resort to stargaze. Sometimes, depending on where you were posted, it wasn’t safe to leave the campsite. So, that’s how Nikolai found you one night. Even he had to take a breather once in a while. Being a different version of yourself based on who you’re interlocutor was must be exhausting. Of course, you didn’t know this. You knew nothing about Nikolai at that point if not that he was Petyr’s friend and a socialite, according to other soldiers.
He seemed to be at the centre of gossip no matter what group of people you found yourself with and there also seemed to be a consensus about him. Everyone liked him. Even if it was rare for some Grisha to appreciate oprichniki, you knew they somewhat respected him because if they didn’t praise him out loud, they didn’t speak ill of him either.
“Not a fan of crowds, are you?” he announced his presence before sitting down beside you.
“I love them, I really do. It’s just that sometimes it gets too much.”
“Yeah, I know how you feel.”
“You do? Everyone seems to think you’re a socialite.”
“It’s what I want them to think but alas, I enjoy being more complex and multifaceted than that.” He lightly bumped your shoulder with his, eyes aflame with mischief.
“I bet.” you simply smirked. Despite how everyone seemed to think they knew him, you got the peculiar vibe from him, like there was a lot more to him than what he let everyone see.
“No one seems to know much about you.”
“Maybe you’ve talked to the wrong people.”
“Well, then I guess it’s better if I got straight to the source, don’t you think?”
“That will surely be a better start. Not sure you’ll find what you’re looking for though.”
“We’ll see.”
That night had been the first of many. It had become a sort of an unspoken arrangement between the two of you. While it didn’t last long, you sensed that you got to know him better than everyone. There was something about late nights meetings under the stars that prompted deep and meaningful conversations. It wasn’t hard to form a solid bond with him after a few nights.
The conversations weren’t always personal in the conventional sense. You’d often stray and talk about the most bizarre things. Like why something had the name it had or how cool it’d be if it was possible to pass through surfaces, which led to imagine all the uncomfortable situations one could find themselves in if they were to simply go into a room through its wall.
Nikolai was witty, overly confident and ambitious and he knew a lot of things. You always wondered how he had learned them since he was so young and been in the army for a couple of years already. But Nikolai was never too forward on certain topics, his family and childhood being some of those. You understood, those were sore subjects for you too. So you never insisted. It was much more interesting to listen to him rumble about impossible future projects of his, like a flying ship.
"When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable." He’d say whenever you’d point it out to him. Somehow, despite the absolute absurdity of them, the sheer confidence that he seemed to constantly exude, made you consider the possibility of his success.
You got the distinct feeling that there was nothing this man couldn’t do.
But that was when I got to know Mr. "Change of heart"
Mr. "Leaves me all alone," I fall apart
It takes everything in me just to get up each day
But it's wonderful to see that you're okay
But, alas, as all things do, these encounters of yours also got to an end. You knew it would happen, you were both soldiers so your lives were both heavily characterised by uncertainty after all. However, you were not prepared for it to end so abruptly though. And without an apparent reason. Because Nikolai’s unit hadn’t been posted elsewhere and he hadn’t been fatally wounded. You would have heard of it were that the case. But it wasn’t.
You thought that he had come to cherish your nightly encounters too. Some of those had been full of his promises. How he’d love for you to be around when he’d eventually find the time to work on his ideas. How you had been a nice surprise, a most interesting person among so many dull idiots you were surrounded by every day. How he’d come to value your opinions and presence in his life and that he was going to find a way to make sure that that would never change. Promises that turned to be empty.
You had never allowed yourself to fully believe him. It wasn’t the first time that a boy had made the same kind of promises but Nikolai looked sincere. Honest enough to be believable. But, of course, you had been wrong.
You didn’t realise just how much you had come to rely on him until he was gone. You tried to keep your mind off him and luckily the perfect distraction came your way. The Darkling had scheduled an attack on the enemy’s army and had posted you to be on the field to take care of everyone promptly. You had never been more grateful to the man, even after he had given her a home and a purpose.
Ever since your first encounter with Nikolai, you had thought it had been a blessing. However, you had soon changed your mind and now considered a curse more than anything. Why? Because as soon as you got to the field you couldn’t help but scour the troops for a familiar mop of blond hair. Many looked like him and being this far you couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t one of them but you certainly despised the leap your heart made every time though. That was a distraction you couldn’t afford. Besides, it wasn’t smart to let your heart get involved in times of war.
The battle began, Inferni and Squallers were working together to impair the enemy’s visual so they couldn’t shoot or use their cannons while the First Army marched after them to swap in as soon as the air cleared to catch the enemy by surprise. While your role wasn’t active per se, you were a Corporalki after all, and even if you had been specifically trained as Healer, you had also got one of your friends to teach you the basics of an Heartrender’s work. You weren’t a powerful one but you could hold your ground in a fight. Especially since they weren’t expecting you. And you were still far from any real threat.
The battle dragged on and soon there were wounded soldiers that needed your attention. You hated this kind of work, it was messy and dirty and had to be quick because spending too much time on one soldier could mean dooming another to death. You were accustomed to it by now and soon found a rhythm focusing on ensuring everyone’s survival and not bothering with the aesthetic side of healing. That could be taken care of later if they wanted to.
As soon as your eyes fell onto a crouched figure you sprinted towards them. It was dirty and you didn’t recognize them but you got the feeling it was a life or death situation. Oh, how you wanted to be wrong.
The person crouching turned out to be Nikolai and he wasn’t alone. He was kneeling beside someone, Petyr.
“Where are you hurt?” you hurriedly asked as you tried to assess the damage. His uniform was dirty and full of blood but you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Trying to answer you, Petyr opened his mouth only to let out the most gruesome gurgling sound as his respiratory tract was flooded by blood.
“He got shot in the gut.” Nikolai offered.
“Is the bullet still inside?” Opening his uniform jacket you tore a piece from his shirt to use it to put pressure on the wound.
“It’s too late,” Nikolai uttered.
“No.” You strongly refused as you removed the cloth and focused on the wound. His heart was straightening and he had already lost a lot of blood. If the bullet was still inside that it was going to be a problem, if it wasn’t then you still had a fighting chance.
“I removed it earlier.” So that was why he had lost so much blood. Nodding your head to show that you had heard him, you set out to stop the internal bleeding. Slowing his heartbeat so that it was pumping less blood and thus eased your endeavour. You were still in the middle of the field and while you were keeping up with the warfare but in the back of your mind, you registered the sounds of screaming and of gunshots getting closer. A bullet hit you in the shoulder propelling you forward over Petyr’s body. Grisha’s kefta were bulletproof so you weren’t worried for your incolumity but for the harsh movement you had made.
Leaning back, you heard Nikolai calling for you but your eyes were trained on Petyr. You tried to listen for his heartbeat but could only hear two instead of three. Nikolai, who had never left your side, immediately understood what had happened by the fall of your shoulders and the tensing of your hands.
He kept calling for you but the only thing you could focus on was that you had let your friend down. Now there will be one more family crying for a loss, another girl mourning a lost loved one. And it was all your fault. It was because of you that Petyr wouldn’t live to see another day, to write another letter or to fight another battle. It was on you.
The details of what happened next were a bit blurred. Someway you must have found your way back to the campsite. Whether you did on your own after tending to everyone else, you didn’t know. Your memories picked up after you woke up in your tent. Someone was calling your name, saying that the Darkling wanted to see you.
Mechanically you raised and made your way to the Darkling’s tent but your mind was elsewhere. Your thoughts were plagued by Petyr’s face, by that godforsaken sound he made when he tried to speak. The realisation that he was gone hit you like a wall of brick that would have made you stumble if you weren't’ sat in front of the Darkling’s desk. Whether he was speaking and stopped after seeing the forlorn look in your eyes or he hadn’t been speaking at all, you didn’t realize. You did hear him say that you were going to be posted somewhere. Under different circumstances you have said something, anything to not let him send you away. Your mind immediately went to Nikolai. You’d be leaving him behind along with the campsite.
However, you now realised that you had already lost him. Losing Petyr had been the last thing that had completely severed your bond. There was no turning back now and part of you was grateful.
Hello Mr. "Perfectly fine"
How's your heart after breaking mine?
I've been Miss "Misery" since your goodbye
And you're Mr. "Perfectly fine"
You couldn’t know, of course, but Nikolai had left not long after you did. Albeit for a different reason. He had finally earned the Major rank and as such, he took a step back from military life deciding that his skill would be better suited for a life on the sea. Assuring Ravka the supply she needed but in ways that weren’t exactly suitable for a prince but worked just fine for a privateer. And thus Sturmhond came to life.
As for you, you kept doing your job at your new post but were relieved when a letter came from the Darkling instructing that you were needed at the Little Palace. Part of you had relegated Nikolai to that part of your mind where the unmentionable was, however, a traitor thought whispered that maybe there was a chance that you could see him at the royal grounds. Sure, the possibilities were close to zero but it was still possible, right?
No.
You already were ashamed of the fact that you’re still suffering because of him. And yes, you missed him but you weren’t going to indulge the pathetic hope of seeing him again.
He doesn’t want to see you. If he did, he would have already found you. Or write you a letter if he couldn’t, but he didn’t.
You were right. You knew you were, nonetheless, the thought only brought you a bittersweet feeling.
You found the Little Palace just how you’d left it and yet it seemed changed in a way. The insane amount of work you found there waiting for you helped you drown the feeling that it was you that had changed.
Months passed this way, sometimes the Darkling would post you with him or outside the Little Palace. All in all, you’ve kept busy. When news of the little prince leaving the Palace reached you, you let it wash over you. It wasn’t like it mattered much, whether he was a few feet away or in another nation, Nikolai wasn’t part of your life either way.
When the whole expansion of the Fold happened, you were stationed at the Little Palace. Chaos and terror ensued as soon as the news reached the capital making most of the Grisha flee. Most of them went looking for the Darkling while others simply ran away and hid. You were amongst the first group.
Soon, your life was radically changed. The shift in the Darkling was palpable and it didn’t have anything to do with the scars on his face. You had tried your best to heal them and Genya to tailor them away but somehow, they could not be removed. It was an unsettling thing to realize that they didn’t take away his beauty. One could even say that they enhanced his attractiveness.
He was certainly more powerful. None of you knew what had happened in the Fold that day, just that the Sun Summoner had fled and that there were no survivors apart from him. However, as your journey in pursuit of Alina dragged on, you were soon witnesses of his newfound power.
The nichevo’ya, he called them.
He had always been immensely powerful. One of a kind. But this- this was different. And as dread settled among your group as you watched them in action, realisation sat heavily on your shoulders.
He soon found a trail and traced Alina in Novyi Zem and set out to reach the island by hiring Sturmhond’s crew. He was a famous pirate after all and despite his unreliability, the Darkling was sure that as long as he got his money, he wouldn't be a problem.
In the round trip, you didn’t see much of the captain anyway. Some members of his crew were amiable enough, particularly the Yul-Baatar twins. You had even asked Tamar to spar with you from time to time. Your lessons with Botnik were a distant memory and you knew that mastering combat training skills could increase your chance at survival.
When Alina and Mal were held captive though, that’s when Sturmhond made an appearance. He looked younger than you’d thought and there was something oddly familiar in the way he held himself. Still, you didn't talk with him much. Your job was to take care of Alina and so you spent most of your time in her room.
It wasn’t until the Darkling asked Mal to track Rusalye and consequently spent more time with Alina that you had a chance to talk with him. It was during one of your night shifts when he approached you, the Darkling had wanted some of his to always be patrolling the ship.
“What could possibly make a little thing like you be amidst this wretched company?”
“It’s all a matter of perspective, I guess.”
“The thrill of adventure?”
“There’s plenty of it everywhere you go if you’re Grisha, even if you just go on a stroll.”
“Is that why you follow him?”
“I owe everything to him.”
“I’m sure you realize your role in this.”
“Of course I do. I’m not some naive girl who has a crush on her general.”
“Ah, so who, pray tell, do you have a crush on then, beautiful lady?”
“You’re certainly noisy for a pirate.”
“Privateer,” he corrected you, “there’s not much to do around here is it?”
“Not if you have everyone taking care of it, no.”
“Amuse me.”
“It isn’t wise to let the heart get involved in times of war.” That was all you were willing to share. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, the twinkle in his eyes was oddly familiar but he was a stranger. A dangerous one.
“Those sound like words spoken from experience.”
“Maybe.”
“Well, I’d say it’s no fun to only think about war. Life is so much more.”
“Believe me, if I could, it’d be the last thing on my mind. But, alas, l don’t have the privilege to do so.”
You had already lost too much time speaking with him. If someone were to see you or tell the Darkling you’d be in trouble. And you had made it your goal to never put yourself on the path of the Darkling’s anger. So you excused yourself and went back to your rounds.
If only you had stayed and talked to him more maybe you would have understood what was about to happen. Maybe you would have had an enkindling of Sturmhond’s plans. Instead, you were taken by surprise, just like everyone in your group, when Rusalye was spot and a shot was fired. You had found yourself in the uncomfortable position of having to fight against people you had grown to like.
“I don’t want to hurt you, y/n,” Tamar warned you as you stood face to face on the sinking ship dock. Her trusted axes in her hands while your hands were raised ready to attack.
“I don’t want to hurt you either.”
“Then you don’t have to. Come with us.” Her proposition made you gasp.
“That would be treason,” you whispered hoping that the Darkling wasn’t around to hear you. A shiver ran through you as you thought of the punishment he’d give you for even thinking about leaving his side.
“Then you leave me no choice.” She said lowering her arms. Was that guilt you heard in her voice?
Before you could voice your question though, she shouted for her brother and not even a second later, you felt your body grow still. Your eyebrows faltered as you felt your heartbeat slow down.
They were Grisha.
They must have seen you realise because you heard Tamar apologize before everything went black.
Mr. "Never told me why"
He goes about his day
Forgets he ever even heard my name
Well, I thought you might be different than the rest, I guess you're all the same
You didn’t stay out for long though. As soon as Sturmhond’s crew had left the Darkling’s ship and had safely made it onto the Volkvolny, the privateer had asked for you to be awakened.
There wasn’t enough light for you to realize you were on another ship, what alerted you of your new situation were your hands. They had bound them behind your back. Immediately you started to struggle, hoping to wiggle out of the restraints. To no avail though. Huffing out in frustration, you settled for looking around you and see if there was something you could use. That’s when you noticed him.
“Release me- this instant, or else-”
“Or what? You’re a Healer. Not exactly a violent job, is it?” Sturmhond interrupted you, a smirk on his face since he had the upper hand.
“I don’t need my powers to kick you in the ass, do I?” He laughed but didn’t look remotely threatened. Rather amused, actually.
“Please, you have to let me go. He’ll kill me if-” Panic started to build as you realized that there was no way you could successfully escape.
“He won’t touch you.” A solemn glow took over his eyes. “He won’t ever hurt you again, you have my word.” He promised, looking subtly at your left shoulder. You winced as you realized that he must have seen your scars. The ones left by the Darkling’s niche’voya.
“How can I know if you’re trustworthy? You don’t exactly have a good score, you know?”
“You’re going to find out soon enough. Don’t worry.”
Of course, he didn’t bother offering further explanations. He’d left it at that. You weren’t a captive per se but he left your hands bound, only freeing them when you needed to eat or relieve yourself.
Fruitless were your efforts in making you tell more. He often ate with you and would check in at least twice a day but that was it.
It wasn’t until after you had landed after that forsaken vehicle of his had gotten you through the Fold that you understood. His coming out as Nikolai Lanstov, prince and second in line for the Ravkan throne, had shaken you all to your core. However, you doubted that it had sent a pang to the others’ hearts as it did with yours.
Nikolai Lantsov. The man you had been dreaming about, the one that had left you behind without any sort of explanations, the one you missed so dearly, had been by your side all this time.
You weren’t sure how you felt. It made sense now why his eyes looked familiar and his posture. You then connected that the vehicle you had used in the Fold had been one of the many projects he used to geek about with you. It tasted a lot like betrayal. Not because he had lied to you about his name but because he had tried to get close to you again and had managed to somehow break that growing bond again.
'Cause I hear he's got his arm 'round a brand-new girl
I've been pickin' up my heart, he's been pickin' up her
So dignified in your well-pressed suit
So strategized, all the eyes on you
Oh, he's so smug, Mr. "Always wins"
So far above me in every sense
So far above feeling anything
Even if his secret had been outed thus causing some shift in the dynamics between Nikolai and the two new members of his crew - you suspected Mal was closer to punching him every second that passed- not much had changed for you.
On the outside, you pretty much looked like a prisoner. Albeit a very clean one. You rode with them, hands still bound, scowl ever-present on your face.
Nikolai had not come to see you ever since that night after the Fold. And now it had been almost a week since you had started your journey back to the capital. Whether this was all part of his plan to make you look the part of the captive even more or he was just gutless, you didn't know. It was working either way though.
You liked to think that his reason was simply that he didn't care. He had far too much on his plate right now as it was. Going back to court after years of absence while also making claims to the throne and trying to sway the Sun Summoner your way. It was no easy feat. But hadn't he always liked to say that impossible often meant improbable? A lot of things had changed since that night but even so, you'd still pose your bet on him that he'd be able to achieve anything he set his mind to.
It wasn't exactly that thinking this way brought you actual comfort. Of course, not. But it was better than foolishly hoping for him to still care about you the way you did for him. After all, he had sent plenty of signals that pointed in the other direction.
But then why did he kidnap you? Why take you with him? You weren't that close to the Darkling to be of any use to Nikolai in that way. And, as a matter of fact, no one had come to interrogate you regarding his plans or whereabouts. Then why?
You still couldn't figure it out.
Some days your anger shifted more to frustration and you were ounces away from asking for him yourself. Almost as if he had heard you though, he gave you the final push.
It was the usual day, Nikolai and Alina were riding in the carriage, stopping in every village we passed to meet with the locals. However, this time, before climbing back into the carriage, they kissed.
You were too far to figure out who started it and the details. The gist of it was enough though.
You most certainly were a fool. Still thinking about a guy who didn't give two shits about you, who had kidnapped you putting you in a dangerous situation and you were still wondering whether he felt something for you or not? Pathetic.
You had to do something about your situation and quickly too. Officially, you were a traitor. You had fled and joined the Darkling, that wouldn't make you look good in front of the king. He was a lousy bastard anyway and will probably sentence you to death to set an example. You hadn't survived so much shit to end up at the end of a rope.
So, even though you had initially thought against it since you were so close to home, you decided to escape. You were already headed towards certain death so what was the worst that could happen?
Your hands were left unbound when you were in your tent. One less problem to solve. Closing your eyes, you focused on listening for any nearby heartbeats. You heard two, those of the guards posted outside your tent. Maybe you could find an excuse to call them inside, put them to sleep and then slip away.
That was not exactly what your powers were for but you were desperate. You had to at least try.
And so you did. You called them in and immediately set out to slow their heartbeats. You had almost succeeded in putting them under when someone else slipped in. The last person you wanted to see.
"Am I that bad of a host?"
You didn't meet his ruse though, you knew it would make you lose focus.
"I'm afraid I have to ask you to release my soldiers." As soon as he said it though, they fell unconscious at last. Your chest was heaving by now, using so much power in such a different way was costing you. But you couldn't back down now. It was one on one and you were Grisha and a woman scorned. He stood no chance.
"Move out of my way, your highness."
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"You can or I can make you. Your choice." The venom in your voice was unmistakable and it took him by surprise. He gave you a curious look tilting his head to the side like he was seeing you for the first time over again.
"I didn't realize ruthlessness was one of your personality traits."
"You know nothing about me," you seethed. The tip of your fingers flexed, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife and you were already weary.
"It may have been a while y/n, but I like to think I know a good deal about you."
"And I would like to completely erase this last year but you don't hear me yap about how shitty it has been, do you?"
"You never did like opening up much."
"I'm well past the point of sentimentalism, Nikolai. It is coming far too late anyway. And whatever my feelings for you may be, I won't let you put my life on the line." Your posture straightened, stance ready for battle.
His eyes flashed, jaw clenched. His hands closed in fists and he almost looked hurt. But why would he?
"Is that what you think all of this is?" Nikolai always acted aloof. He was always composed and dignified. You had thought it was for his insane amount of self-confidence but now you understood it was for how he was raised. But you recognised the pout on his lips. It was the expression he’d always have whenever he tried to get something from getting to him. To prevent himself from showing emotions.
"You're holding me captive while you go around Ravka parading your latest conquest, flashing your return everywhere. I don't know why you're doing this but I don't care. I've stopped waiting around for you and I certainly won't let your father put me to death."
"You think I'd let him?"
"So you want to do this?" you threw your hands up in exasperation, "Fine. You really want to know what I think?"
"Be my guest."
"I think that the Nikolai I knew would have left out of the blue without so much as a letter. I think that the Nikolai I knew was ready to go to any length to achieve what he believed in. However, I thought that the Nikolai I knew cared about me and what we had but look at me now. So maybe, I know nothing at all."
"You certainly do seem to know a lot of things. But you’re not wrong."
"If this is the way you care about me," I gesture to my tent, "then I'm not sure I want this Nikolai to care for me."
“This,” he said, emulating your gesture, “is to keep you safe. This is my way to ensure that if the Darkling got news of your whereabouts, he’d be sure not to think you willingly left his side and betrayed him.”
“That’s because I didn’t!” You raised your voice in outrage. The nerve of this man.
“Spare me your indignation. I know you hate being at his beck and call, to do his dirty work and be constantly surrounded by warfare.”
“Do not presume to speak for me.” You snapped. You knew it was best to keep a cool head but his cockiness was getting on your nerves.
“Didn’t you? Hate it, I mean.”
“We’re at war, Nikolai. Being away or close to the Darkling won’t change that. At least with him, I was safe.”
“You can’t be that delusional to think that he was protecting you.” He scoffed at your words as if they were the most absurd thing he had ever heard.
“And you can’t be that delusional to think that bringing me back won’t result in your father killing me.” You fired back shifting on your feet. He winced as if you had physically hurt him.
“You have so little faith in me?” His voice was just above a whisper and you knew that your words had struck a chord.
“How can I have any, Nikolai?” your voice softened a bit. “One day you’re telling me how much you value my opinion, you promise me a future where I’d be the first to see your project come to life and then you left. You just left, Nikolai.” And when I was starting to make my peace with it that’s when you come back? Also, let’s not forget about my abduction and your flirting with Alina.”
“So yes, I don’t trust you.” You concluded, crossing your arms on your chest with finality. He just stared at you for the longest time. If someone would come in now, they’d think you were in the middle of a staring contest. Then he sighed and started talking.
“I had to go away. I had already pushed my parents’ limits when I said I wanted to be part of the infantry. So, one day I got a letter written by my father personally and I knew that my time was up. I had been Nikolai for too long, now I had to start being a Lantsov prince.” His eyes were on the ground now, shame making her way in his words.
“So that’s what I did,” he went as he started pacing,”I went to Kerch to study, just like my father wanted. I did what he asked, he couldn’t reproach me anything now. I could never stay too still though, a life of adventure was calling me and I could not ignore it. It was only then that I realized that I could do so much more than sitting in a class, to realistically help Ravka.”
“I couldn’t take you with me. You had such a larger role to play in the army and besides, there wasn’t much I could offer you. So yes, I left. I left thinking that I would find my way back to you eventually.” He had stopped by now, regret was swirling in his shining orbs as he looked at you.
“You could have told me.” You contestated, taken back by all the information he gave you. “I would have waited for you.” A whispered promise for something that would never be now.
“I was afraid, y/n. That’s not my best moment, I know and no number of apologies could ever make it right. But I was afraid of your answer. I knew I’d be asking for a lot and let’s be honest-” the desperation in his tone was evident now, he had unconsciously started to lean towards you but you knew what he was about to say.
“You weren’t sure if the future you were offering me would just end up with me being your mistress, am I right?” Your tone hardened but despite the insulting implication of what you said, you weren’t made at him.
“I’m a prince, y/n. We do not marry for love and this country cannot afford to disregard the advantages that a political union could bring.”
His honesty was as refreshing as it was unsettling. He was right. As soon as you had learned he was a prince, you realized just what kind of future you could have with him. But then he left and that problem did not exist anymore. Neither of you spoke, both of you were seizing the other. You had laid it all out, defences were down putting you both in a vulnerable position.
And someday maybe you'll miss me
“You should have talked to me, Nikolai. We could have figured it out together. If it came to being your mistress to stay with you, then that was my decision to make.” You said softly after a while. It pained for you to say this, you would have never thought that getting closure would hurt this much.
Tears streamed on both of your faces, in front of you had been laid what your future could have looked like. It was everything you had wanted, you could still do your job and have the man of your dreams. You were surprised to find that you wouldn’t mind sharing him with his supposed wife. You had been at court for enough time to know how most marriages went. If he assured you it was only a diplomatic affair but that his heart was yours, that would have been enough. Who knows, maybe she’ll get a lover too.
But now… now you didn’t know if you could ignore everything that happened. You did not trust him nor could you ignore how hurt you were by his lack of communication and thus of trust in you.
But by then, you'll be Mr. "Too late"
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Off the Record | Stiles Stilinski
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Summary: High school in Beacon Hills, as told through the eyes of one inquisitive journalist who has a knack at getting on Stiles Stilinski's nerves.
Warnings: idk there's like a couple curse words lmao. also, spoilers? if you haven't finished teen wolf I guess??
Word count: 8,227
A/N: hi hi this is my first fic I'm posting on Tumblr (not to say that this is my first fic ever...anyway)! before you start, I just wanna say that there's a couple things that might be off from the show but please just ignore them. like I think it's bs Lydia brings Stiles back and not Scott in 6b so I righted that wrong. but I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think of it! thanks for reading!!
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All my life I’ve wondered why people didn’t question what happens in Beacon Hills.
It’s no secret that our town is unusual, but when odd things seemed to happen, people would just turn a blind eye and go about their business.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t let it go. I was inquisitive by nature, and my mom never knew how to answer my questions.
Why do we have so many animal attacks?
What happened to the people that disappeared in the Preserve?
Why did his eyes glow like that?
That last question almost caused my mom to get me a therapist – which probably would’ve helped me regardless – but she just continued to answer with her usual responses.
They just feel threatened by us, dear.
They’re in a better place now.
I’m sure it was nothing – you probably just saw some reflection in his eyes.
But no matter what she told me, I wasn’t satisfied. I knew there was something bigger going on, something my mom couldn’t explain, but I wasn’t sure what. As I got older, however, I realized that if I kept voicing my concerns, I’d be seen as the local crazy person – which, at the time, was the title reserved for my neighbor, Donna Romano, who always went to Town Hall meetings to complain about how some supernatural creatures were traumatizing her dogs every time she took them out at night to urinate.
Out of fear of sounding like Donna, I kept my suspicions to myself. I observed the strange actions of those around me and kept note of the bizarre events that happened in town. I found that it was something I was good at – observing. Always watching, but never voicing my opinions. Eventually, it got the best of me because I grew really quiet at school. But I didn’t mind. I liked being a wallflower.
One day in the fifth grade I saw my mom reading the Beacon Chronicle and I had an epiphany – journalists investigate weird, inexplicable events, so I should be a journalist. Reading the news became my favorite pastime, and by sixth grade I decided I would join the high school newspaper, The Daily Beacon, when I became a freshman. I figured maybe it would give me an outlet to investigate the odd occurrences in the town without looking like a lunatic.
But in sixth grade, I noticed that some of the odd things had stopped happening. There were less animal attacks and disappearances from the Preserve. Some people had even left town, including the last of the Hales, whose house had burned down that same year.
I didn’t give up hope though. I kept my head down and waited for things to get weird again. In the meantime, I wrote for enjoyment. In eighth grade I started shadowing a girl named Anna that was a part of the Daily Beacon, and I started writing articles – album reviews, movie reviews, school news.
Everything was going smoothly until my sophomore year of high school. Suddenly the weird things were happening, and I was sure that there was one person that was at the epicenter of it all – Scott McCall.
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“...Angela, you’re covering the new faculty; Thomas, you’ve got the new Vegan Support Group club some juniors just created; and y/n, you’re covering lacrosse try-outs,” said Andrew, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Beacon.
I groaned slightly. “Andrew, couldn’t I write something a little bit more...my style? Like what about the one freshman class that boycotted their summer reading and is facing suspension?”
He gave me a slight look. “y/n, you know how important this lacrosse piece is. You know what that sport means to the school. You should be glad I’m giving you this opportunity,” he scolded. “Besides, Marlene is covering that class and is already interviewing their teacher.”
I nodded slowly and tried to refrain from rolling my eyes. I knew that Andrew meant well – he had been like an older brother to me ever since my freshman year – and he was right about the importance of lacrosse. I stayed quiet until he dismissed us, then mentally prepared myself to spend my afternoon watching some jocks exude machismo on a field.
When my last class was over, I walked over to the lacrosse field and found myself a spot on the top of the bleachers. It gave me an excellent vantage point – until a couple girls sat down right in front of me. The redhead I recognized to be Lydia Martin, the school’s resident popular girl. We’d been in class together all our lives, but I couldn’t remember a time she ever talked to me. I’m sure she didn’t even know I existed, just like the majority of the other people in our grade. The other girl, however, I didn’t recognize. I found out her name was Allison by overhearing their conversation. She was new and must have just moved to Beacon Hills.
The shrill sound of Coach’s whistle knocked me out of my thoughts. Tryouts started, and I watched as Scott McCall, a boy from my grade, was nearly knocked out by a lacrosse ball to the face. I winced but wrote down the event in the notebook I had out for documentation.
The next ball that went Scott’s way didn’t hit his face though. He managed to catch it in his goalie net. I couldn’t help but be a bit surprised – like Lydia, I’d known of Scott my whole life though he probably didn’t know me at all. But that meant I knew he was an asthmatic that wasn’t particularly skilled at sports.
“He’s actually pretty good,” I mumbled to myself as Scott continued to catch every ball that came his way.
I didn’t realize how loud I must’ve said it though because at my remark Allison turned around. “I was just thinking the same thing,” she said, obviously surprised. “Do you know him?”
I shook my head and quickly turned my attention to my notebook to write down the surprising turn of events. “Are you writing about this for the school newspaper?” I looked back up at Allison’s question. She was paying attention to me?
“Um, yeah, I am. I’d rather not write about sports, but here I am,” I joked lightly.
She let out a beautiful laugh at my statement. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. I’m Allison, and you are…?”
“y/n,” I answered. “Nice to meet you, Allison.”
Suddenly the crowd roared, and I remembered why I was there. Allison, too, smiled and turned her attention back to the game. Lydia hadn’t said a word, but she was focused on watching Scott absolutely demolish Jackson Highmore, who, in my opinion, needed to be knocked down a few pegs anyway.
The more I watched Scott though, I got this weird feeling. He was good – too good. I tried to ignore my feelings and just focus on writing notes for the ridiculous lacrosse piece, which would include the headline: “Sophomore Scott McCall shines at lacrosse tryouts and becomes team co-captain.” But deep down I knew there was something up with him.
A few days later, I was sitting behind Stiles Stilinski, Scott’s best friend, in English class. Even though I’d had nearly all of my classes with him, we never talked. It originally was because I had a minor crush on him and was afraid I’d pass out if I spoke to him, but eventually it just morphed into me not speaking to many people and being convinced he didn’t know of my existence anyway.
But this one day, I was committed to speaking with him. I had to know what was going on, and if there was one person that knew anything about Scott’s new-found lacrosse talent, it was Stiles.
“Hey, Stiles,” I spoke up from behind him.
The brunette turned around, slightly confused but with that soft smile on his face. “Oh, hey, y/n. What’s up?”
I swear my heart stopped beating for a second. He knew my name? He knew who I was? I shook myself out of my thoughts before I went down the rabbit hole of the implications of him knowing me.
“Oh, nothing much. I’m just writing a piece about lacrosse tryouts for the school newspaper and I was just wondering if you had anything to say about it,” I explained.
He tilted his head slightly and shifted in his seat to more fully face me. “Um, yeah sure. I think it’s going to be a great season, especially since we’ve gotten some new leadership. My boy Scott’s co-captain now, so those Devenford Prep guys won’t know what hit them!”
“Speaking of Scott, when did he get so good at lacrosse? Would you say it’s natural talent?” I pressed a bit, hoping he’d say something that would give me a hint as to what was going on.
Stiles’ eyes squinted a little, and his head tilted slightly again. He seemed to be at a loss for words, which was unusual for the fast-talking, sarcastic boy, but he quickly recovered. “It’s definitely...natural...talent. He’s been working extra hard recently to hone his talent and skills so he could bring his A-game to this year’s tryouts.” When he finished speaking, he looked pleased with himself, and I could tell he had let out a small sigh of relief.
What are you hiding?
Though I didn’t know it yet, at that moment my rivalry with Stiles Stilinski began. He and Scott were hiding something, and I was going to find out what it was.
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“You’re telling me that a girl is in a coma after the school winter formal and you don’t want me to write a story about it?”
Andrew leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. “It’s not that I don’t want you to write it. I just think it’s a tense time right now. The administration is receiving a lot of flack right now because of the winter formal fiasco, and Ms. Blanchard told me that we may want to avoid stirring the pot right now,” he explained. “That is not to say that we abandon our journalistic integrity and commitment to informing the student body, but we just may want to be sensitive to our environment right now.”
I trusted Ms. Blanchard, the faculty sponsor of the Daily Beacon, but not reporting on Lydia’s comatose state felt wrong. She was well-known at school, and students deserved to know the facts of her situation and how it had happened.Well, maybe I was lying to myself by saying that the real reason I wanted to pursue the story wasn’t the fact that something inexplicable had happened at the dance and I had to figure out what it was.
Andrew could sense my disappointment. “Look, maybe for now you can start collecting information and sources, and I’ll talk to Ms. Blanchard. Maybe she can advise us on how best to proceed.”
I threw my arms around Andrew in a quick hug. “Yes, thank you! I promise I’ll be sensitive when asking sources. I know how difficult this must be for the people close to her.”
“I know you will,” he said, chuckling lightly.
With a smile plastered on my face – perhaps a little inappropriately considering the topic I was excited to cover – I left the small newspaper office in search of my first source: Stiles Stilinski. He had been Lydia’s date to the dance, so surely he must know what happened to her, right?
“No, I don’t know what happened,” Stiles angrily responded when I cornered him at his locker. “We were separated for a bit because she went looking for someone. When I went looking for her I–” he stopped suddenly, as if choosing his words carefully. He wouldn’t meet my eyes as he spoke.
“The next thing I know, she was at the hospital in a coma. They told me Jackson had found her out on the field when I went to check on her at the hospital,” he explained.
Something wasn’t adding up. “Ok, but where were you the rest of that time? You didn’t go looking for her when you didn’t see her for a while? What about when she had already been checked into the hospital?”
“What is this – an investigation?” Stiles shouted as he slammed his locker shut. I took a step back, eyes wide at the sudden display of aggression. Maybe I pushed too hard, I thought. Stiles rubbed a hand over his face and took a deep breath. “Sorry, I….I didn’t mean it like that. There’s just a lot going on, and my dad has been up my ass about those details too. To be honest, I can’t tell you where I was. The time just flew by and all of a sudden I’d realized I hadn’t seen Lydia for a couple hours. I wish I had been there for her, but there’s nothing I can do for her now other than check up on her.”
Running a hand over his buzzed head, he shot me a forced smile and said “good luck with your article” before walking away.
I was at a loss for words, trying to put the pieces together in my head. Surely he couldn’t have had a part in Lydia’s injury? There’s no way. But his defensiveness was off-putting–
“Hey, y/n!” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Allison approaching me from behind. “What were you talking to Stiles about?”
“Huh? Oh, um, I was just asking him about…” I remembered that the funeral for Allison’s aunt was happening and didn’t want to mention the additional stress of her best friend being comatose, so I opted for a white lie. “Biology homework. I wasn’t really paying attention in class today.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize you two were friends,” she said as she leant against the lockers.
I shook my head violently. “We’re not.” I’d grown too close to Allison for her to not pick up on my feelings though.
“You say that now, but–”
“I have to get to class. See you at lunch, Ally!”
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Other things that year were weird, but none warranted any further investigation via newspaper article. Sure, I was wondering about Erica Reyes’ sudden transformation into the ultimate baddie, the mysterious deaths of a mechanic and Isaac Lahey’s dad, numerous paralyzations at the Jungle, and a death of someone at a secret rave, but Andrew thought it would be best for the Chronicle and Ledger to cover those bigger events. In fact, the only other unnatural event that happened that I had to cover for the newspaper was Stiles’ unbelievable winning streak at the lacrosse championship. I would have quoted him after the game, but I really didn’t want to speak to him and anyway, he had disappeared for a bit right after the team won.
I could tell that things were happening, but it was all hidden from public view. I even noticed Allison’s behavior fluctuating. The arrival of her grandfather shook things up, and while he gave me a bad feeling, I couldn’t exactly figure out why. Lydia was more troubled than usual after coming back from the hospital even though she tried to act normally. Jackson was going through something and was more angry and aggressive than usual, but I wasn’t close enough to him to ask him if he was okay.
Over the summer, I spent a surprising amount of time with Lydia. Allison spent her summer in France, but she asked me to keep an eye on Lydia to make sure she was okay, especially since Jackson had moved to London during the summer break. I was surprised how much I enjoyed spending time with the redhead, and we hung out when I wasn’t working at my internship at The Beacon Chronicle, which my mom had convinced me to apply for after she noticed how irritated I was that I couldn’t pursue some of the stories I wanted.
By the time Allison came back before the start of school, it felt like Lydia and I had been best friends for the longest time.
“So, Allison, have you talked to Scott at all this summer?” I asked when I was sitting in the backseat of Lydia’s car, Allison in the passenger seat.
She shook her head. “No, I think I still need some time. He...hides things from me and I don’t know if I can trust him.”
I nodded my head, understanding the feeling. I still couldn’t place my finger on what had happened between them or what Scott was involved in. Though I comforted her when I found out they broke up, I didn’t really know why they’d done it.
“What about you, y/n? Have you talked to Stiles at all?” Allison asked, looking back at me in the backseat.
“Why the hell would I talk to Stiles?” I questioned, confused.
She and Lydia shared a small look that I couldn’t decipher before she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, but you guys are more similar than you may think. I don’t know why you guys act like you don’t like each other though.”
The car rolled to a stop at the stop light, and all of a sudden I noticed a familiar baby blue jeep approach next to us. “Speak of the devil,” I mumbled. Lydia and Allison didn’t notice Stiles staring and waving at first, but when they did the car was filled with awkward tension.
The next events were a blur: Lydia running the red light, both cars stopping in the middle of the road, and a deer running straight towards us, nearing killing me in the gap between the front seats. We were shaken, and the boys ran towards us when they saw what happened.
“Are you okay?” Stiles asked Lydia, but he kept looking at me. I nodded slightly and he turned his full attention back to Lydia.
“What was wrong with it?” Allison asked as Scott got closer to the deer.
“It was scared,” he explained. “No, terrified.”
Things got progressively weirder after that. On the first day of school, I interviewed our new English teacher, Ms. Blake. She was nice enough, but it was unfortunate that her class was the one that a whole flock of birds decided to burst through the classroom windows. By the time the police arrived, I was already drafting up a story in my brain: Why are the animals acting weird in Beacon Hills?
I had overheard Stiles talking to Scott about the deer’s weird behavior and the number of deer-related incidents in California, so I swallowed my pride so that I could talk to him and maybe get some stats and information on the whole situation.
I walked up to him when he was sitting alone, texting on his phone. “Hey, Stiles.”
“y/n? What’s wrong?” He had genuine concern written on his face.
“I overheard you and Scott talking about deer-related incidents earlier,” I noticed how he tensed up at my statement, “and I was wondering if you could help me with a piece I’m writing? It seems like you know all the stats, so maybe...you could write it with me?” It pained me to finish that sentence, but I figured it might be easier to figure out what was going on if he was helping – especially if he already had inside information.
I think for the first time in his life, the talkative boy was speechless. “I understand if you don’t want to or you’re busy–” I said quickly, trying to give him a way out.
“Yeah, sure.”
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t caught off guard by his response. “W-what?”
He smirked slightly. “Yeah, sure. I’ll help you out with your article, y/n. Collaborate with you, if you will. We can work on it at my house tomorrow afternoon if you want.”
Nodding and agreeing with the plan, I left the chaotic English classroom.
The next afternoon, I felt like I was walking into the lion’s den. Going to Stiles’ house felt foreign, but what was even stranger was seeing him in casual clothes in a comfortable environment.
He answered the door wearing some sweats and a t-shirt, looking more comfortable and confident than I’d ever seen him. “Hey, y/n. Come on in,” he greeted.
I thanked him awkwardly, and we walked to his dining room table to get set up. “Sorry, I need to go grab my notes from my room. Be back in a sec,” Stiles said before leaving me alone in his dining room.
After a moment of silence, Sheriff Stilinski walked in wearing his uniform. “Oh, y/n! What are you doing here?” He had seen me a couple weeks ago in the police station when I was requesting documents for a story for the Chronicle. Though journalists and cops don’t often have a jovial relationship, he said that he liked me because of my commitment to the truth and respectful nature.
“Hey, Sheriff. I’m writing a piece about the animals acting weird, you know, with the deer accident and bird incident, and Stiles said he’d help me since he has a bunch of statistics on deer related car accidents.”
“Stiles is helping you? Well, I’ll be damned.” When he saw the confusion on my face, he rushed to explain himself. “No, not like that. It’s just, you’re all organized and focused, and Stiles is….Stiles.”
I was laughing heartily when the boy himself walked back into the room. “What’s going on, Daddy-o?”
“Nothing, son. Just catching up with y/n here. I’ve got to get to work, but you’re welcome anytime, y/n.” He said before patting Stiles on the shoulder and heading off to work.
Stiles looked over at me oddly when he placed his notes on the table and sat next to me. “Since when are you all buddy-buddy with my dad?”
Shrugging, I said, “Ever since we started grabbing beer every Thursday night while you’re at lacrosse practice.” His jaw dropped slightly, and I laughed again. “No, idiot. We’ve just interacted a lot because of my internship. Now, can we get started on the article?”
--
After the article was published, my next assignment was writing about the track meet a couple weeks later. I found out Allison and Lydia were riding together to the meet, so I tagged along.
Both girls were extremely tense the whole ride, seemingly concerned about something going on in the bus. We were only a few cars behind the bus full of track runners (and lacrosse players who were forced to attend the meet), but the stand-still traffic was a force to be reckoned with.
“Do you think we’re too close?” Allison asked.
“Honey, if you were any closer I think you’d mount the bus,” Lydia said sarcastically. She got a call from Stiles and looked over at Allison. “Hey, Stiles,” she dragged out the ‘hey,’ tension obvious in her voice.
She listened to what he was saying, something clearly wrong. “What do you mean he’s not–” she stopped when she remembered I was in the car, “healing?” She finished the question quietly, probably hoping I wouldn’t hear.
Healing? Is he injured?
“Yeah, ok, just find a way to get Coach to stop. We’ll meet you there.” She hung up and told Allison to pull off at the next stop.
When we got to the rest stop, I could see everyone hurrying to get off the bus. Allison parked the car, and we quickly went to the bathroom where I saw Scott nearly passed out on the floor. “Oh my god, is he okay?”
“Yeah, y/n. He’s fine. At least, he will be,” Stiles responded. He positioned his body in front of me a little bit as if he was trying to block my view of Scott.
I gently pushed him aside so I could see and was shocked to see black blood coming from the injured boy. “What the hell is going on? Why is his blood black?” I ran forward to get closer, kneeling next to Allison.
“It’s nothing. We just need to stitch him up and he’ll be fine.”
“Stiles, don’t fucking lie to me. I can see that he’s obviously not fine.”
“He’s right,” Allison said quietly. “We need to stitch him up. I need something to stitch him together with.” She looked around before remembering something in her bag.
I shook my head. “We need to tell Coach. Take him to a hospital or something.”
“No!” All three of them yelled at me.
It was quiet for a moment, all of us deciding where to go from here. “Just…” Stiles started, “please go and make sure the bus doesn’t leave without us. We’ll handle this.” I got up and slowly made my way to the door.
As I reached for the door, a hand grabbed my wrist. “y/n,” Stiles said, “it’ll make sense someday. Just trust us for now. Trust me,” he pleaded quietly out of earshot of the girls and Scott.
“I do,” I replied quietly, not meeting his eyes, before pulling my hand from his grasp and leaving the bathroom.
That night, we all had to stay at the Motel Glen Capri because of the postponed meet. I didn’t like its energy, and neither did Lydia. “A lot can happen in one night,” she said.
Though it was supposed to be two to a room, I convinced Coach to let me room with Allison and Lydia. Admittedly, Coach didn’t need much convincing because I was saving the school money by doing so. Once we got our room key, we went up to our room on the second floor.
“I’m going to go get a snack from the machine,” I told Lydia once Allison was in the shower.
She nodded. “Sounds good. I’m going to the lobby. There must be something we can do about these towels that reek of nicotine.”
Grabbing a couple one’s from my wallet, I made my way down the hall to the vending machine where I ran into Boyd and Stiles. As I approached, I could hear Stiles trying to talk to an unresponsive Boyd, who subsequently punched a hole through the glass of the machine, grab his snack that the machine refused to give him, and walk away.
“What the hell was that?” I asked Stiles as I walked up next to him.
He shrugged. “I don’t really know, to be honest.” He reached into the machine to grab his snack and tossed one to me as well.
When I got back to my room, a shaken Allison and Lydia were hurriedly talking about something. “Oh, y/n! You’re back. You won’t believe what just happened…” Allison started
She recounted the story of Scott’s bizarre behavior in the bathroom, and Lydia filled me in on the counter that they have at the front desk. “Can you imagine having a counter for the number of suicides that take place in your hotel? Crazy,” Lydia said. Taking her phone out, she sent a quick text to Stiles telling him that we all needed to talk.
We met him in the hallway a couple minutes later. “What was the text for?” Stiles asked when he saw our little gathering.
“There’s something going on with all the…” she looked over at me before continuing, “guys. You know, Scott, Boyd, Isaac, probably Ethan too.” I tried to connect the dots between all of them, but I didn’t really know what they all had in common. Scott and Isaac were both on the lacrosse team, but from what I could tell they didn’t have a particular fondness for each other or Ethan.
“I think someone’s going to die tonight,” Lydia said decisively.
“Why do you think that?” I asked, but it seemed like I was the only one questioning her line of reason.
She shook her head slowly. “I just...have a feeling.” After a moment of silence, she told us about hearing something from the room next to ours through the vent, so we decided to investigate it. Room 217 seemed empty and locked, but all of a sudden we heard the sound of a saw from behind the door.
Stiles busted the door open, and we opened it to find Ethan turning the saw on himself. “Ethan, stop!” I yelled as we ran into the room. Stiles started wrestling him for the saw, but luckily Lydia saw where it was plugged into the wall and unplugged it.
The next thing that happened was completely unexpected to me. Ethan grew fangs and claws, his eyes blazing red. What the fu–
Allison and Lydia rushed forward, wrestling his claws away from his torso where he had been planning on slashing himself. In the struggle he fell on the space heater, which apparently brought him out of whatever state he was in. He ran out of the room soon after.
When we tried to question him about what he was doing, he couldn’t answer us. He had been out of control, and it made Allison realize we were forgetting someone.
“Where’s Scott?” She asked suddenly. When no one could answer, we all decided to split up – I’d go with Allison to look for Scott while Stiles and Lydia went to find Boyd and Isaac.
Scott wasn’t in his room. Allison and I ran all over the motel, looking in every crevice. At last, we decided to check the school bus, and that’s where we saw him. Standing drenched in gasoline, a flare lit up in his hand.
“Scott…” I approached quietly, careful to not make any sudden movements.
It was then that Stiles and Lydia joined us. I watched as Stiles walked into the gasoline, my breath catching in my throat as he nearly sacrificed himself. Scott was talking, but I didn’t really understand what it meant. He said that his life was better before the bite.
Stiles eventually talked Scott down, but the flare rolled into the gasoline. Luckily, Lydia was able to make sure we had all gotten out of the way. I’d ended up next to Stiles on the ground, and though we made eye contact, no words were spoken.
We spent the night in the bus because none of us could bear the thought of spending another second in that cursed place. Coach woke us up in the morning, definitely thinking the worst about what we may have gotten ourselves into, but whatever he was thinking wouldn’t possibly compare to reality.
What was reality? I couldn’t have really told you at that point. I didn’t understand what we’d just lived through.
Before the other students started loading onto the bus, Stiles slid into the empty space next to me. “y/n, you know that all of this,” he made a grand gesture to Scott and the others as well as the motel, “is off the record. You can’t tell anyone about this. About what happened.”
I held eye contact with him for a moment before nodding. “I wouldn’t tell anyone. To be honest, I don’t even really know what I would tell people, but I wouldn’t.” He nodded, a sad smile on his face as he looked down and fidgeted with his hands. “But Stiles,” I said as he looked back up at me. “Please help me understand it all. You can trust me, I promise, I just want to understand. I want to help.”
With a deep sigh, Stiles nodded once more. “Okay. I’ll tell you everything.”
--
When Stiles said he’d fill me in on everything, I didn’t realize he meant everything. I couldn’t believe how oblivious I had been to everything that had happened in the past year. Sure, I knew something weird was going on, but how was I supposed to know it was supernatural?
Finding out that my little corner of the world, little old Beacon Hills, California, had werewolves (and a kanima, pack of alphas, and whatever the hell a Darach was) was a lot to process. It was unbelievable, but Stiles helped me believe it.
I could tell that he didn’t fully trust me though. There was something in the way he looked at me that told me he was wondering when I would be done with my source acquisition and I’d write the next big exposé: Supernatural Beacon Hills: How Werewolves Have Been Hiding In Plain Sight. I didn’t know how to assure him that I was on their side and wouldn’t expose their secrets.
As the year progressed, things simultaneously made more sense and less sense. To defeat the Darach, we had to perform a sacrifice for the parents that had abducted, and Deaton – the veterinarian that had taken care of every family pet we’d ever had – told me I had to hold Stiles down during it. He said we had some sort of connection, but I guess that’s what mutual loathing does to people.
In the end, we won. We beat the Darach, the alpha of the alphas Deucalion left, and Scott became an alpha himself. But it was still just the beginning.
--
The sacrifice did something to Scott, Stiles, and Allison that we didn’t fully understand. Deaton said they left a door open, which only made it harder for Stiles to trust me because he could barely trust himself.
Knowing about the supernatural didn’t preclude my other responsibilities though. I still wrote for the Daily Beacon, much to Stiles’ displeasure, but I enjoyed it. So, on the first day of school I interviewed our newest faculty member – Mr. Yukimura. He and his family had just moved from New York, and his daughter Kira was in our grade. She was nice, but shy, so I invited her to have lunch with us.
Surprisingly, Kira jumped right into the conversation at lunch by mentioning bardo, the Buddhist concept of being in an in-between state.
After lunch, I caught up with Allison to walk to our next class. “Hey, Allison, could I ask you a favor?”
“Of course! What’s up?”
“Well, I don’t really know how to ask this but...I need help learning to defend myself, I guess? It’s just that I’m going to be helping you guys now, and I actually want to be helpful, so I want to protect myself so you guys don’t have to worry about me,” I admitted.
Allison smiled softly. “I’d love to help.” I returned her smile, suddenly giddy, yet nervous. “But, I think you should know that my...aim...has been off since the sacrifice.”
I could hear the disappointment in her voice. “Nonsense, I’m sure that you’re still the best shot in this school.”
She shook her head. “It’s never been this bad.”
Touching her arm lightly, I gave her a reassuring smile. “We’ll figure it out together.”
A few days later, I was surprised when I was paid a visit by both Scott and Stiles while I was sitting in the library. “To what do I owe this pleasure, boys?”
“We need your help.” I perked up at Scott’s statement. “We’re trying to solve the Tate case, you know, the one where Malia Tate disappeared all those years ago after that car accident, and we could use your help tracking her down.” He looked over at Stiles and nudged him with his elbow.
“And, you can write a piece about it. Not including all the details, if what we think happened is true, but you can still write something factual,” Stiles said, still displeased that I was writing for the newspaper.
To annoy Stiles, I acted like I was really thinking about it for a minute, but then laughed lightly. “Yeah, I’ll help you guys. Where do we start?”
--
Pull yourself together, y/n. You’re a journalist. You’re supposed to report on tragedy all the time. Be objective.
I took a deep breath and wrote the first line for what would be the cover story of the next Daily Beacon issue.
Junior Allison Argent, 17, died in an unfortunate carjacking incident last fall.
Before I could write any more, I got a phone call from Stiles.
Oh, thank god. “Stiles?”
“Do you want to come with us to Mexico?” He blurted out.
I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from my chest. “What? Mexico? Why? When–”
“Tomorrow.”
“Stiles, are you insane? Even if I wanted to, there’s no way my parents would ever let me go.”
“We’re all telling our parents we’re going camping, if that helps at all,” he said with what seemed like a hint of disappointment in his voice.
I was quiet for a minute, but my mind was already made up. “Why? And who exactly is going?”
“Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia, and I have to visit some hunters and see what they know about Derek being missing.”
As soon as he mentioned Malia, my mouth started curling into a frown. It’s not that I disliked the werecoyote, it’s just that she and Stiles had been pretty full on since they hooked up at Eichen and started dating. I wasn’t jealous – though I’m sure Lydia would argue otherwise since she’s convinced I like him or something – just...weirded out by their relationship.
I sighed. “I want to help, but I really can’t tomorrow. School starts back up in a couple days, and I need to finish this elegy for Allison and come up with a bunch of assignments for the staff writers…” I trailed off, thinking about all that I had to do before the coming week.
“Oh yeah, I forgot. Ms. Editor-in-chief over here has a life outside of us,” Stiles joked.
Andrew graduated at the end of last year and left his glittering empire to me, though suddenly I felt overwhelmed at the prospect of running a newspaper while being way too involved in the town’s supernatural endeavors. It didn’t bother me last semester, but after Allison…
“I’ll just see you guys when you get back, okay?” I told Stiles. He made an unintelligible noise of agreement. “And try not to let anyone get killed.”
“Yes, mom,” Stiles said sarcastically. I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
When the pack got back, I was surprised by the events that had taken place. “What do you mean it’s a young version of Derek?”
A few days later, I had to cover the spring lacrosse tryouts. Though I wanted to assign it to someone else, I had to do it myself because everyone was busy with the assignments I had given them.
To my surprise, a new freshman, Liam Dunbar, showed everyone up at tryouts – even Scott. I took note of how he seemed almost athletically superior to everyone, and I wondered if he was supernatural.
“He’s human, I’m sure of it,” Scott said as he came up next to where I was sitting on the bleachers, scaring me out of my mind in the process.
“Jeez, Scott. A little warning next time would be nice. But how do you know?”
He shrugged. “I can just tell. He’s just a really great athlete.”
“He’s going to be a great pain in my ass, I can tell,” Stiles said, sidling up next to Scott.
I took note of their reactions, writing down Scott’s comment – about being a great athlete, not human – to consider while writing my piece.
“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re writing a story about him,” Stiles groaned.
“You know I have to write one about the tryouts, and he just happens to be the star player of today,” I told him. “Sorry, Scott.”
Scott waved me off, but Stiles was still upset about the situation. “No, don’t give him the ego boost! He’s already a little shit, and an article about him would make it worse.”
Taking a break from my note-taking, I looked over at the brown-haired boy. “Stiles, have you even talked to him?”
He looked at a loss for words. “N-not really...but I can see his arrogance from a mile away!”
I rolled my eyes. “Well then, if you’d excuse me, I’m going to write up a fantastic story about a talented up-and-coming lacrosse player.”
The article became the next issue’s front page, but I almost wished I hadn’t given him as much attention when Scott turned him into his beta.
The rest of the year didn’t go as planned either, but isn’t junior year supposed to be everyone’s worst year?
As much as I liked helping out with the supernatural problems Scott and the rest of the pack were having, it was hard knowing about what was going on and not being able to write about it, especially when all of the mysterious killings started up. We eventually found out about the deadpool, but I could write about a kill list of Beacon Hills’ resident supernaturals, could I?
At the end of the year, I finally had to make the trip to Mexico with the rest of the pack. “Stiles, I’m going. You can’t stop me!” I attempted to open the passenger door of the jeep when he reached out and shut it from behind me.
“No, it’s going to be dangerous. We don’t even really know what we’re facing,” he tried reasoning with me.
“I can protect myself,” I said, thinking of the training that Allison had given me. “Besides, I can’t just sit by and wait for you guys to come back. I need to try helping Scott.”
Realizing that I wasn’t going to back down, Stiles removed his hand from the side of the door and opened it for me. I nodded a quick thanks as I hopped into the vehicle.
I wasn’t expecting to fight Scott that day, but we all did in order to return him from his Berserker form. At the end of the fight, I had a few cuts and bruises, but nothing I couldn’t deal with.
As Derek drove away with Braedan, I could feel that things were changing. “I can’t write about any of this, can I?” I asked somewhat jokingly.
“Off the record,” Stiles replied from where he stood next to me.
--
“Stiles, what’s wrong?”
“Oh thank god, you remember me!” He said as he grabbed my hands. He’d been running down the hall frantically when I saw him.
I looked at him with concern on my face. “Yeah, of course I remember you? Why wouldn’t I–”
“y/n, it’s the Hunt. The Ghost Riders. I saw them, and now they’re coming for me.” He was breathing heavily, eyes sweeping the surroundings for signs of the Ghost Riders. His eyes locked on something to his left, but when I looked, I couldn’t see anything. “They’re here. We have to go,” he said, pulling me towards the parking lot.
We got into his jeep, but he didn’t start the car. “Stiles, what are you doing?”
“It’s too late.”
I could see the look of grief on his face. “No, don’t say that. It’s not–”
“It’s the truth,” he cut me off, turning to look at me. “Promise me you won’t forget.”
I shook my head. “I won’t. But Stiles, I can’t do this without you,” I could feel a tear escaping my eye and slipping down my cheek, my emotions getting the better of me.
Stiles reached forward and wiped the tear away before placing his hand on my cheek. “What do you mean? You’re one of the smartest, most inquisitive people I know. If I had to trust anyone to find a way to stop the Ghost Riders, it would be you.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his honesty. “Yeah right. Lydia will probably figure it out before me.”
He shook his head. “You can do it. I trust you.” I could tell there was more he wanted to say, but he turned to look at something through the window over his shoulder. “Can I tell you something? Off the record.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my mouth. “Yes, of course. What is it?”
He took a deep breath. “I don’t hate you. I know it may seem like I’ve never trusted you or that I don’t care about you, but it’s actually the opposite. I...really really like you,” he admitted.
I was stunned. Stiles likes me? He was searching my face for any indication of feelings as I sat there silently.
“Oh, shit,” Stiles mumbled. “Ok, forget I said that. Well, you won’t need to forget when you forget me in a minute–”
I cut off his rambling by placing my lips on his. They were warm and familiar, as if they were made for mine. “I like you too,” I mumbled when I disconnected, my eyes still closed from the interaction.
But when I opened them, I was alone in the baby blue jeep.
--
All semester, I’d felt that something was missing, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Or who it was.
But after months of searching for it, we finally figured it out. Lydia had gone into a banshee trance to discover the word “Stiles,” and it brought back vague memories for me when I heard it. The feeling of soft flannel. A sarcastic laugh. Red string around my finger. A hefty wooden baseball bat.
The collection of memories made sense when we all finally got our memories back and remembered the person we were missing from our lives.
We traced the trail of clues to the sewers, where Scott tried to bring back Stiles because of their brotherly love for one another. I thought it would work, but the portal closed and Stiles hadn’t appeared. Come on, Stiles. Where are you?
We had to fight the Ghost Riders off, making sure they didn’t turn our beloved Beacon Hills into another ghost town. I’d run into the high school, looking for something to use as a weapon when I ran into someone in the hall. A tall, brown-haired figure wearing a flannel shirt. “Stiles?”
He turned, and smiles emerged on both of our faces. I broke into a run again, right into his arms. “I can’t believe you’re here. You’re really here.” I mumbled, the sound muffled against his shirt.
“I knew you could do it,” he said.
I pulled back slightly and looked up at his face, suddenly nervous. “That night in the jeep...did you hear what I told you before you disappeared?”
A soft smile rested on his face. “Of course I did. It was the one thing that kept me going, especially when I was stuck with Peter.”
“Peter Hale? Why the hell were you with Peter Hale?”
Stiles shook his head. “We can go over that later. For now, there’s one thing I’ve been wanting to do.” I was a little confused, but I understood once he leaned in and connected our lips.
This is what I’d been missing, and I was never going to let it go again.
--
I watched from afar as Stiles gave his trusty baseball bat to Mason, who didn’t seem to appreciate the hunk of wood.
“Have you told him yet?” Lydia asked as she appeared next to me.
I shook my head. “We haven’t really had time to talk about that stuff. I think he doesn’t really want to think about it just yet and what that might mean for us.”
She nudged me with her elbow, silently telling me to go over there and talk to him. Rolling my eyes, I walked towards the familiar blue jeep and familiar mess of brown hair.
Liam and Mason had already walked away, and Scott and Stiles were standing and talking at the jeep’s trunk. “Hey, y/n. I’m just heading out, but I’ll see you guys later,” Scott said as I came up and Stiles threw his arm around me.
We waved as Scott left, and Stiles pulled me closer. “Hey,” he said, looking down at me with an affectionate expression.
I pulled him over so we could sit in the open trunk. “We need to talk.” I could see the panic flare up in his eyes.
“Oh, um, okay? Is everything okay?”
Chuckling lightly, I nodded. “Yeah, we just haven’t talked about college at all,” I explained.
His head dropped. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t want it to ruin what we have here, and I don’t even know what life will be like outside of Beacon Hills, and I feel like we just got together and now–”
“Stiles,” I cut him off. “I’m going to GW too.”
His eyes widened at my confession. “You...you’re going to GW?”
I nodded, a small smile on my lips. “I committed a while ago. I’m going to study journalism there.”
I watched as a smile spread across his face. Then, it was replaced by a quick smirk. “Oh great, you’re following me there, huh? I just can’t seem to get rid of you.”
I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m going to need someone to give me the inside scoop on the FBI’s antics.”
He looked pensive for a moment. “I think what you’re describing is illegal.”
“Not if it’s in the public’s interest. But maybe it just needs to be off the record,” I admitted.
Stiles laughed. “Oh, it’s definitely going to be off the record.”
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Oblivius Chapter 3
So... more pain... yay!
I've become obsessed with these two in a very short time and I decided I'll just put out Chapters as I write them. Enjoy! <3
(Also - conveniently, Tom doesn't exist lmao)
Likes & reblogs are appreciated
Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, (Please let me know if I forget anything)
Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 2
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Age: 17
“Hey! Don’t slam the door Spills - you know she’s… delicate.” He patted the dashboard affectionately as you put your seat-belt on - carefully so as not to drop the breakfast you’d brought for both of you. You stared at him incredulously.
“You mean this rustbucket?” You laughed as he carefully pulled out of your driveway.
“Don’t say that about her, she’s perfectly fine.” He turned on the radio and you heard the same song it always played.
“Really Francis? Queen again?” You sighed as you put the buttery half of your bagel into his mouth.
“Okay first of all, this song is amazing and it applies and secondly - the tape is stuck so it’s this or silence.” You could see the smile as he ate happily.
He never said it, but he treasured this time with you. You always gave him half of whatever you made and it always tasted better than anything he ever made himself. It was one of his favourite rituals, the little moment before the school day started. When it was just the two of you, lost in your own world; speaking your own language.
**Present day**
Who the hell is that?
The woman in the reflection wasn’t you, well - she certainly didn’t look like you anyway. She was much to wan - something was weighing her down, heavy on her shoulders. Her eyes were puffy and it looked like she’d been crying.
She was looking back at you, confused - she didn’t recognize herself either.
God I need to shower.
It helped but only a bit. At least your hair was clean, but that wasn’t going to be enough for tonight. There was no fucking way you were going to let them pick you up in this state. You had to look perfect - you had to look your best. Some delusional little corner of your mind reminded you that Frankie had feelings for you before, maybe you could tap into that somehow.
That’s a little fucked up, he’s engaged.
You ignored that thought as you picked out a flattering outfit and tried to work a miracle with your makeup. The reflection smiled back at you now, and you could almost recognize her - the sadness was still there but you were ignoring that too. There would be no room for sadness tonight.
--
“Hi! So glad you came out with us, you look lovely!” Claudia greeted you when you got into Frankie’s truck. Same truck you’d been getting into since you were a teenager, same truck he refused to get rid of because ‘shouldn’t fix what isn’t broken’. You saw the look Frankie gave you in the rear-view, saw his eyes quickly flash towards the exposed skin of your legs and a cruel little part of you soared at that. Got you it seemed to say.
“You look great Spills, Benny is going to eat you up.” He said it playfully but you heard the slight tinge of bitterness. Claudia didn’t notice.
“Oh yes, Benny is going to be all over you. They’re all going to love you, Will and Santi. I know they will.” Even her voice was sweet and you couldn’t help that it pissed you off how nice she was.
“Who’s Benny? Or Will or Santi for that matter?” The names meant nothing to you.
“Army buddies.” You knew him well enough to sense there was something that was bothering him, could it be the thought of his army buddies liking you? Your ego definitely liked that idea.
“They can be a little rough around the edges, but they’re sweet. Benny and his brother Will, even Santi. You’ll love them.” She was smiling at you, beaming.
We’ll see about that.
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It made you a little sad when Frankie held the door open for the two of you as you walked into the bar. Nothing had changed, you knew that if you went to the last booth your combined initials would still be carved into the table. You knew that the second last stool was wobbly and if you sat there when you were too drunk, you’d fall and eat shit.
This is going to be fun.
Blessedly- thankfully- you did not sit at the last booth. When you walked in there had been a loud chorus of what you thought was the word ‘catfish’ which confused you profoundly, that is until you noticed Frankie laughing. They call you catfish? The people calling had slid a couple of tables together in the middle of the large room and had started the party without Frankie it seemed.
His smile was genuine when they greeted him and despite how you felt, despite how hurt you were that it wasn’t you on his arm - merging his home life with this army family he’d made - his happiness was lovely to behold. That smile, in this place was home. The bare bulbs hanging in this dingy bar, bathing him in golden light - seeing him like this made you ache, made you want to run your fingers through his hair. Made you want to kiss the little bald patch in his facial hair.
They all greeted Claudia and the spell was broken; it was almost overwhelming how much it hurt that it wasn’t you.
It should be me, it should have always been me.
“Okay okay - settle down, meet my best friend in the whole world. This is Spills.” He placed his hand at the small of your back - just barely - to bring you forward and they all smiled warmly at you.
“It’s nice to meet you - we’ve heard a lot about you.” A ruggedly handsome man with greying hair walked over to you and shook your hand warmly. He gave you a wink that suggested he knew more about you than you would have liked. “I’m Santi - but everyone calls me Pope.”
You went around as they all introduced themselves, a beautiful blond man named Will who called you sweetheart and gave you a -very welcome- lingering hug.
“Hey, I’m Benny - “ Frankie cut him off.
“Benny - behave please.” Frankie’s face was all smiles but you recognized the tone.
“I’m okay Francis. I can take care of myself.” You smiled at him sweetly and you shook Benny’s hand.
“Yeah Francis, let the lady speak for herself. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled and guided you to sit beside him. You chanced a glance back at Frankie and you thought you caught a look of recognition between him and Pope but you couldn’t dwell on that. Your emotional attachment to Frankie could have been warping your perception of everything.
I’m seeing what I want to see.
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Benny was chatty, he was sweet and a couple of years younger and you could tell he was a bit wild. Will - who you learned was his brother sat with the two of you and you learned about their childhoods, what had led them to join the army. You learned that Benny liked to box, which was strangely fitting and you learned that Frankie was one hell of a pilot.
At times you could almost ignore the rocks in the pit of your stomach, when Benny laughed and threw his arm around you. It felt nice to have someone pay attention to you this way, even if you weren’t exactly on the same wavelength. A little flirting couldn’t do any harm though and so you let it happen. You smiled sweetly and left his arm in place.
“So why do you guys call him Catfish?” The nickname was strange, he’d always been Frankie or Francis - Francisco when you were angry.
“Isn’t it obvious? Looks like a catfish with those ridiculous whiskers.” Will was laughing and when you looked back at him you found his gaze already fixed on you. On the closeness between you and Benny, you could see the way his eyes narrowed slightly.
Are you jealous right now? You’ve gotta be kidding me.
You could feel your blood boiling, was it all in your head? Were you just hoping that he’d be jealous of… what? Nothing was happening. Benny was cute, sure - but you didn’t want him.
I want you, you idiot.
Suddenly it was too much. You couldn’t be there surrounded by this part of his life that didn't include you. Pope walked over to the three of you as you got up - you needed to get out.
“Just going to grab some air - be back in a few.” You smiled as best you could, Will asked if you needed company, you declined politely.
The cool night air enveloped you when you opened the door - it helped a lot. There was a group of tables with ashtrays just outside the bar and you chose one of the empty ones. There was a gorgeous breeze out, you hadn’t realized how stuffy and suffocating it was inside.
Maybe it's just your brain.
“You okay Spills?” His voice crept down your spine.
“Yep - all good. You?” You could hear him approaching you, felt him sit next to you but you couldn’t look at him.
“I’m okay.” He sat beside you quietly, bumping his shoulder to yours. “What did you think of my friends?” You ignored his tone, somehow hopeful and bitter at the same time.
“They’re really nice, Benny and Will are sweet - Santi seems a little broody.” He laughed and you looked over at him - his big smile brought out your own.
“Just wait - once he’s comfortable around you he’ll never shut up. Those guys have been with me through a lot.” You kept forgetting that there was so much about his time away that you didn’t know. Things Claudia knew.
“You want to talk about it?” You bumped his shoulder back, knowing that sometimes he just needed to be asked. He looked at you strangely then, almost like he had just recognized you.
“Spills-” The door burst open with a loud laugh and Claudia came looking for him.
“Hey babe! Come on, they're making a toast.” She was all breathless smiles, wine dark lips and the end of your moment with him. He sighed loudly, a big smile on his face for her.
“Another time, let's go inside.” he said back to you as he walked towards her, towards Claudia and away from you.
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I enjoy reading character analysis to understand them more and I've also noticed that some insert fics are like too exagerated and their personalities are far from the canon twst. I think some writers are just basing their fics to others and and makes conclusion about it and ignore important details or text on their cards?* And as a reader, I do sometimes think that "this" character are like that. Like Vil, being portrayed as narcisstic and beauty obssessed charac, I think he isnt like that and theres more to him than we think. Sorry for the long ask✌️
You're totally valid anon and I see your point, you know while I agree that each idea and interpretation on characters is worthy on its own and no one is bound to having a specific opinion or belief, getting too wild with personal fantasies and ignoring the originals can totally ruin the writing. Characters are often mischaracterized especially in reader insert fics and the most annoying part is that almost everyone is making the same mistakes about him-! Like some of the noticable mistakes would be:
(1) Femininely has nothing to do with Vil's terms of beauty
Oh lord what can I say- It's even against what Vil himself directly said through chapter five and how he cleared his point on male and female equal, and you can tell he is pretty strict about it.
Like did you just forget what he told Epel when he complained that he doesn't want to act like a girl: “a boy getting embarrassed about ‘acting like a girl,’ -- what year is your head stuck in??? did you take a time machine from 100 years ago??”
He doesn't seem to be one to appreciate the concept of labeling beauty as a female-only thing and on the other hand, he doesn't really seem to like the way women can be looked down on while being compared to men either. He seeks equality, and beauty wasn't ever defined as a feminine act in his dictionary; while there are tons of requests asking for: Vil forcing their trans s/o to wear more feminine clothes/ Vil asking their fem! s/o to wear more feminine stuff an look cuter/Vil complimenting s/o's appearance for not being feminine enough/... And literally TONS of requests like this. Please, you're forgetting one the most important parts of his personality, he considers male and female to be equal and it's so hecking important to show that he holds respect for all genders nonetheless.
(2) Vil's maturity is often ignored
Honestly, within all twst characters Vil's maturity on its own really impresses me. From the way he speaks to how serious and sincere he is all I gotta say is this man is waaay different from the way he's charactetized in most of the fics. Idk why but, he's sometimes charactetized as a guy who's ready to boil you alive if you dare touch any of his expensive make up pallettes or eyeshadows. Oh please, Vil isn't an angry child.
Also he often decides to keep his anger in, though you can tell when he's mad by just looking at his face. Clinching fists, trying not to talk and most likely, walking off or asking people to leave him alone until he calms down a bit is most likely his usual way of expressing his anger, but I've seen him being described as a loud, feral figure like Riddle is! Oh god no- Are you just ignoring how calm and collected Vil often tends to be?
(3) What's with the potato fetish?
While it's canon that Vil can sometimes call people around him potato. You may like to know that in some languages, potato is translated as "Apple of the ground", which can be an interesting reason of him using this nickname for people.
Watching Vil call students potatoes can be as entertaining as watching Malleus play with his tamagotchi, but again, it's important to realize that you don't have to only use potato when you're thinking of what Vil might say in a reader insert/situation!
Come on there are hundreds of different statements and sentences you can use other than just 'potatoes' and it'll get boring to read him saying the same nick name over and over in a fic. Good lord of course this isn't the only word he uses in communication so please try to avoid using it too much. This, is NOT the only word that he knows to use! (Seriously though I've seen being used like 6 times in a 500-word drabble)
(4) Please avoid spreading false information about him and his personality
Funny how I'm saying it here, but don't forget that you do not own him! Vil Schoenheit is a property of Disney/ Aniplex and all, which means that no one can certainly decide on his sexuality/ background/ unexplained character details unless it's officially announced.
Why am I saying this? Because some people are seriously going to far! I've seen people attacking others saying that Vil's pronouns are She/Her and not He/ Him like: EXCUSE ME...???
I don't want to get into details explaining how this drama is going but I've got to say something anyway, YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO DECIDE ON HIS PRONOUNS! None of us do!
It's totally okay to have your personal preferences on his pronouns or anything else, but you must avoid spreading such information and forcing them on others as long as they aren't confirmed! Please keep your headcanons for yourself and don't confuse the fandom with them. Everyone's free to have their own headcanons but it's never okay to force them on others!
(5) Vil has a LOT to talk about other than just beauty!
Man... sometimes I feel like the fandom is just doing him dirty. Most of the reader inserts, fics , and even Vil memes have something to do with beauty while it's important to try and look through his personality as well instead of just sticking with the beauty aspect.
For example, through the Halloween event, I couldn't be any more surprised when Vil found the crying child who had lost their parents through the crowd and instead of just leaving them to headmaster or asking someone to take care of them he actually started to play with the child and entertrain and confront them on his own! That was probably one of his sweetest moments through the whole game and it really changed my mind about him! It was great to know that Vil as well can have a softer side when it comes to children, just imagine how good this can be used while writing a father AU for him!
His talents on the other hand need to be recognized, for example: his acting skills back in the ghost marriage proved how much of a great actor he can be and this can also give us lots of ideas to use in writings. On the other hand he's much of a celebrity on his own ( Woop- he's also got 2m followers on magicam) which gives us another great plot to write for him.
The way he is around close friends, how he compliments them and gets complimented by them in return, the way he manages Pomefiore and tries to put the students into doing their best in using their skills and lots of more interesting details that can be found through his stories are there to tell you that he's a lot more than just a beautiful Queen. A considerable part of his background as well is going to be released at he end of chapter 5 (Yes baby after the overblot Vil) and I hope that gives us all the opportunity to come up with stronger personalities and plots next time that we're describing or even, characterizing Vil!
Lmao I kind of rushed to finish this so I didn't get to talk about him as much as I wanted to, but hope that this is useful anyway.
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