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oohshinywhump · 2 months

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Thinking about a first time Whumper x veteran Whumpee...

When they first meet:

"You don't seem nearly scared enough. This isn't your first time is it?" "You seem weirdly nervous. Is it yours?"

"Ugh! Out of everyone in the city I could kidnap I had to get stuck with someone else's leftovers!"

"You used to belong to so-and-so, didn't you? Ah! They're my idol! Oh! This is exciting. I get to study their masterpiece up close!"

"WHY AREN'T YOU SCARED OF ME?!!!"

"Oh. You've never done this before." "Stop judging me. I have a knife."

"How is it you know exactly what I like?" "You torturers are all the same." "You've done this before??"

"I won't kill you, but I need you to cooperate. I am new to this, just so you know." "Yup. I'm going to die."

"Mmmm, I love how you move when you're in pain." "Thanks! I've been practicing for years."

"Who taught you to scream like this?"

Whumpee helping Whumper figure out the basics:

"Why are you on your knees?" "Oh sorry. Do you not like that? The last guy liked me that way. I just assumed…" "No, no. It's a good idea. Keep doing that. I just… never thought of it."

"So, what are the rules?" "Rules?" "Yeah, dumbass. Your rules for me. Do you want me to call you sir? Master? Or can I keep calling you jackass?"

"Do you want me to put up a fight or should we skip straight to the submissive stage?" "Oh... uhhh... don't fight too much. I don't trust myself not to accidentally kill you." "Oh, yeah. Good point."

"What kind of scream do you like?" "There are kinds of screams?" "Yeah. The last guy liked it when I ugly-cried. But I'm pretty good a bloodcurdling and whimpering like a kicked puppy. I can try to stay quiet but I can't make promises there..." "Hmmm... try all of them. I'll tell you which I like best."

"You cleaned??" "Yeah? Was I not supposed to?" "I didn't know you could make captives do that?!" "For the record, I didn't do it because I'm scared of you - your arm gets tired after giving me like three lashes. I did it because I'm going to be spending a lot of time bleeding on this table and I doubt it occurred to you to disinfect it."

Whumpee teaching Whumper how to whump:

"Show me what they used to do to you."

Whumper studying the scars on Whumpees body to learn the best places to cut/stab.

"Oh no! A knife? How original!" /s

"If you stab me right there you'll kill me. You have to go one inch to the right. Yeah, right there-AHHHHHH! …yup. Right there."

"I'll make you a deal. Let me have a solid eight hours of sleep and I'll show you where to pinch the nerve that will paralyze my left arm."

"You can't leave me tied up like this!" "I can do what I want!" "Yes. Okay. True. But like, you've either got to tie my knees to my chest or let my feet touch the ground. Otherwise I'm going to asphyxiate."

Whumper having an inferiority complex:

"I CAN DO ANYTHING THEY COULD DAMMIT!" (They = Whumpee's former Whumper)

"WHUMPEE! YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN ME!" *Whumpee trying not to laugh when Whumper fucks up something really basic.*

"You must think I'm so pathetic." "NOo! Of course not! You're doing amazing! Really you are! I'm so fucking scared of you right now. I promise."

"I'll never be as good as the person who hurt you before." "You'll get there! I promise. I was like his fifth victim - I'm your first. Be kind to yourself!"

"How the fuck did your former Whumper do it?" "Yeah... you're not getting that out of me..."

Whumper being paranoid that Whumpee is manipulating them. Even though they hold the power they feel like Whumpee has more control over the situation because they know more.

Also...

Whumpee knowing just how to manage Whumper. They instinctively know when to be a little defiant and when to do exactly as they are told. They know just the right tone of voice to speak in, and just how to move, scream, to keep Whumper as pleased as possible. The sooner Whumper is satisfied the sooner it will stop.

Whumpee pretending it hurts worse than it does, lying about which places/tortures hurt most, acting more sick or tired than they really are to get rest/food, acting more scared than they really are… It's not like Whumper could know better.

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump ideas #whump scenario #knife mention cw #death mention cw

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thehighladywrites · 5 months

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Azzie, I think your mom is super hot…

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ Pairing: Azriel x reader, Rhysand makes a cameo, Cassian is mentioned, and Azriel’s milfy mom is the star of the show

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ Summary: Azriel introduces reader to his mother for the first time during Solstice. She develops a tiny crush on his mother and he finds the whole thing funny. Rhysand reminisces about the time he and Cassian called Azriel’s mom a milf and got their asses kicked. fluff, crack, so cute, az mom is just- wow…

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ Author’s note: Listen, I wrote this in the span of about an hour so it’s not really a masterpiece but I still love it. Also this is so relatable bc Azriel is canonically beautiful, like drop dead gorgeous and we all know he didn’t get it from his ugly ass father, so I headcanon that his mom is identical to him, resulting in readers innocent crush on her.

Azriel looked at you with disbelief as he closed his dropped jaw. “ You have a crush on who now?”

Nervous laughter escaped you as you averted your gaze. Azriel had disclosed that his mother was alive, when he caught onto your habit of referring to her in the past tense. Unbeknownst to others, she was alive, with only Cassian and Rhysand knowing. After Azriel spilled that he usually spends Solstice with her, Sorine, his mom, went all out, cooking up a feast when she learned he was bringing his mate over for the first time. The moment you met her, you were totally floored, and your face lit up like a festive candle.

She was a carbon-copy of your mate and they were equally beautiful. It was like looking at a female version of Azriel. Her looks paired with her kindness and caring nature made you develop a tiny crush on her.

"Well, look who Azriel brought to brighten our home! Come here, both of you. I've been eager to meet the one who's captured my son's heart."

Smiling, you and Azriel exchanged glances before approaching her. "Thank you for having us. I've heard so much about you. It's truly an honor to be here." Azriel softened by a hint of a smile, added "Mother, It's about time you met the person responsible for bringing some light into my life."

Azriel's mother, Sorine, observed you for a moment, a twinkle in her eyes. "My, Azriel, you didn't mention just how beautiful your mate is. You've got a good eye."

You, feeling a bit bashful, stammered out a heartfelt thank you, your cheeks warming. And it certainly didn’t help when she gave you a hug, her scent reminding you of your mate. Azriel, standing beside you, couldn't help but chuckle at your adorable blush, whispering, "Told you so," as his mother's compliment lingered in the air.

Presenting her with the basket of treats and gifts, you eagerly explained each item when she asked. " Heavens, thank you so much, sweetie. What a thoughtful gift," she exclaimed, kissing your cheek and flashing you Azriel’s infamous smile. Heat prickled your face, you averted your eyes, replying, "Oh, no problems, Ms. Sorine." Her heartfelt laugh filled the room, and she insisted you called her Sorine when you returned to the dinner table to start the meal.

Azriel noticed you squirming at dinner, not being able to fully look in Sorine’s eyes. Curiosity peaked in him, resulting in him pulling you aside when she went to prepare dessert. He gripped your chin and waited nervously for you to answer while a million thoughts ran through his head.

Was it too early to meet her? Did you like his mother? Why did you not keep eye contact with her? Was this a mistake?

All of his unease dissipated when you confessed to him about your unexpected, lighthearted crush on his mother.

“It’s embarrassing because I don’t want her to think i’m weird but I kinda have a teensy, tiny crush on your mother. Look, it’s no big deal but she is so beautiful and hot and I can’t help it. She’s so kind to me and I love her so much. And no wonder you’re a stunner, you totally stole your looks from your her.”

Azriel couldn't help but burst into laughter at your confession. Seeing the humor in your silly crush, he reassured you with a warm smile, "Don't worry, love. It's adorable, and I'm flattered. My mom will probably find it amusing too. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

Amused, Azriel gently cupped your face, his eyes filled with affection. "Besides," he continued, "it's endearing that you're so genuine. My mom will love you for who you are, crushes and all." He leaned in for a tender kiss, trying to ease any lingering unease. "Just be yourself because she started loving you the moment I mentioned you. She also threatened to do not so nice things to me if I ever hurt you."

A sigh of relief mixed with joy escaped you as Azriel's mother walked in, bearing a tray of delightful desserts. The atmosphere lightened, and you gradually let go of any remaining awkwardness. Engaging in conversation, you found a genuine connection with your mate's lovely mother.

As she shared stories, advice, and warmth, you felt a growing appreciation for the woman who had played a significant role in Azriel's life. Her care and protective instincts became evident, and you couldn't help but hold her in high regard for what she and Azriel went through. This shared moment cemented a bond that went beyond the initial nerves, leaving you grateful for the wisdom and love she gave.

As the evening wound down, and the shared laughter and stories reached their natural end, you exchanged heartfelt goodbyes. Standing, you gave Azriel's mother a warm hug, expressing gratitude for her hospitality and wisdom. She reciprocated with a genuine smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth of her soul.

Azriel, too, embraced his mother, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. The love and protection woven into their connection were palpable. Together, you left, hand in hand, carrying the echoes of a memorable evening filled with laughter, reassurance, and the comforting embrace of family.

The door closed behind you, leaving the night to cradle the shared moments as you ventured back to your own home, hearts full and spirits lifted.

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In the days following the dinner with Azriel's mother, you found a moment to catch up with Rhysand. Curiosity tugged at you, and you couldn't resist addressing the unspoken aspect of the evening.

"Rhysie," you began, a playful glint in your eye, "I couldn't help but notice you didn't mention anything about Azriel's mother's beauty. I mean, come on, it's like a family trait."

Rhysand chuckled, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, dear Y/n, I've learned that when it comes to Azriel's mother, some things are better left unsaid. Besides, beauty, as they say, is in the eye of the beholder."

You rolled your eyes, sensing there was more to his response since he always gave a weird poetic expression whenever he was trying to deflect. "Spill, Rhys. I know there's a story there."

With a theatrical sigh, Rhysand leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Let's just say Azriel has a well-deserved reputation for being quite protective. I may have complimented his mother once, long ago, and let's just say he made it clear that some subjects are off-limits. Actually, me and Cassian called her a milf and he beat us up.”

You burst into laughter, imagining the stoic Azriel fiercely defending his mother's honor.

"That sounds about right, atleast I know what not to call her.”

Rhysand winked, "Smart move. Now, any more family secrets you want to find out about, or shall we leave the mystery intact?"

With a smile, you decided to leave the mystery for another day, content with the warm meeting with his mother.

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carnivorousyandeere · 6 months

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Dorian with a Darling who does body painting and is determined😏 to make him their newest masterpiece..... although it might be a project best left for Darling's eyes only 🤭

Dorian’s fingers still over his phone at the work of art displayed on its screen. The painting is gorgeous, yes. He assumes the model must be rather attractive as well, but it’s obvious with your level of talent you could make anyone look ethereal. He’s not the least bit interested in the model, the canvas. He has to know more about the person behind the paintbrushes and air brushes, behind the camera. He has to know more about you.

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: murder, smut, jealousy, praise kink, unprofessional work environment, technically Dorian is Darling’s employer;;; post-sex photography

Info: gn reader, no agab mentioned; switch/dom reader; switch/sub yandere

Dorian invited you to stay in his home to pursue your art more freely, but his bitterness at you bringing home “random tramps” to paint wears away at his nerves. He certainly doesn’t feel himself to be a prime candidate for artistic inspiration or photographs, but he can’t stand you spending so much time with other people. The curse of your line of work is that need for a living canvas; a need he cannot deny you, or else your art will enchant no longer.

He kills your models when you’re through with them. If you ever question why none return your calls to work with you again, you don’t mention it to him. You don’t talk much to him at all. It’s both comforting and frustrating. He wants to hear your thoughts, but he never knows what to say in response.

Imagine his surprise upon learning you want him to be your canvas— that you were even feeling a bit shy about asking him to sit for you.

“You’ve already done so much, I don’t want to trouble you more…”

“Nonsense! If anything—” Dorian seems to realize his tone is too passionate, too loud, and coughs self-consciously into his sleeve before continuing more quietly— “if anything, it would be an honor.”

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Dorian is mostly bare, his last vestige of modesty a blanket covering his privates. He tries so hard not to squirm under your gaze as you evaluate the planes and curves of his body. He has to fight for that stillness even harder at the cold touch of paint on his skin, knowing that it’s you who’s adorning him like this, making him into art. Your art.

If you notice him trembling and breathing a little shallowly as cover his face, then arms, then chest in a base layer to protect his skin followed by swathes of deep blue paint, mercifully you don’t say so.

Dorian is beginning to relax, patting himself on the back for being so normal when he feels a swipe of primer across his hip and jolts away with a gasp, eyes shooting open.

You jolt back too, drawing your hands back to yourself, apologizing profusely.

Dorian swallows down the lump in his throat, willing his heart to stop sending so much damn blood down south. His ears are ringing. He clears his throat again, avoiding your eye. “I should be the one apologizing… you are only doing what we agreed to…”

He coughs again, hiding himself from you as best he can. “I-I’m afraid it’s just been… rather a long time since somebody has touched me… there…”

Oh. Here you were, so afraid to paint your handsome benefactor, and he was even more nervous than you!

Dorian cringes away at your laugh, beautiful though it is. He relaxes when you take his hand in yours, kissing the back of his knuckles.

“It’s okay to feel that way. It happens surprisingly often.”

Dorian frowns at the thought of other people in his spot. Did you hold their hands too? Kiss their skin, smudge the paint drying there? Dorian turns his head to kiss your hand in turn, watching the gentle laughter dry in your throat at his heated look. “And what do you usually do when that happens?”

“I…” you swallow harshly, looking away. “I usually leave the room so the model can compose themself…”

Dorian hums, kissing up your wrist and nipping at the skin when you answer. “And what if I don’t want you to leave? What if… I want you to stay?”

Your head spins with sudden heat as Dorian pulls you into a kiss, smearing blue paint all over your lips and nose. You’re out of breath long before he lets you go, sucking down air greedily and giggling a little at the absurdity of it all. Dorian pulls you even closer, guiding your hand to his cock.

You gently pull him out from under the blanket. He’s dripping already. You smear pre-cum with your thumb, licking your lips as Dorian shudders and tilts forward to rest his forehead against yours. His eyelids flutter with every stroke, soft whispers of your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

He’s beautiful like this, and you tell him so. Dorian whines. His gasps of your name only grow louder, his cock twitching harder as you continue to praise him— no matter how much he shakes his head in denial of your sweet words.

He cums hard, white splattering across his painted stomach. You coax him to lay back in a more comfortable position, petting his hair and reassuring him he did a good job for you, before taking out your camera and snapping some pictures to start a… private collection.

#mail 📬#oc Dorian #yandere patron of the arts #yandere dilf #yandere smut #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #sub yandere #mdni #nsft

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winchester-girl67 · 2 years

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Sensory Overload

Summary: The reader tells Dean that she's on the spectrum after he finds her hiding out in his room after a hunt.

Requested by @whoooooisthis: "I was wondering if you'd be okay with writing Dean Winchester x autistic reader (with sensory issues, and possibly a hyperfixation on the lore/mythology the boys use to hunt)?"

Pairing: Dean x autistic!reader

Square: Clothes sharing @spnfluffbingo Dean's Flannel @supernatural-jackles

Word Count: 2,489

Warnings: autistic!reader, autism, mentions/implied hyperfixation, anxiety, separation anxiety, ADHD, sensory issues related to autism, stimming, a little angst, a little pining, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling/kissing, mostly fluff

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I'm really behind on requests. I hope you like it. Also written for @spnfluffbingo and @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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You snuggled more into the comforters, wrapping Dean's pillow tighter around your head to block out the cacophony of sounds in the bunker. The high-pitched buzz of the fluorescent lights in the hallway mixed with the constant droning sound of the ventilation system, but neither compared to the silence of your cell phone.

You called the boys fifteen and a half times in the past hour, but still no answer. You were worried, terrified you missed something in the lore that could've led to their demise, because why else haven't they picked up yet. Dean always called you when they finished a hunt with praises on your research skills, you saved their asses plenty of times without even being in the line of fire.

Your forte was in the books, you knew everything about everything, hunters from all parts of the country looked to you for information on vamps, ghouls, djinns, shifters, ghosts, demons, wendigos... You name it, you knew it, and you loved it, spending your days in the library; but sometimes you got a little lost in it and that's when having the boys around really helped.

Dean especially was great at drawing your focus, usually after he'd just tried a new recipe in the kitchen and needed a taste-tester. You didn't have the heart to tell him that most of his 'masterpieces' were mostly inedible, though he did make incredible chocolate chip cookies and apple pie. He made those most often.

You wondered if you'd ever get to taste those again, if the boys would come walking in that bunker door any time soon, if you missed something in the lore. But you had scanned the pages too many times to have missed anything. Something else must've gone wrong.

You couldn't remember how long ago it was that you curled up in Dean's bed. You weren't supposed to be there, you never crawled into his bed unless he was already in it and you couldn't sleep. You started to cry, not heavily, just one or two tears that escaped as you started to rock back and forth and back-

The lights in the room flicked on. You didn't open your eyes until a pair of strong hands pried yours off the edges of Dean's pillow. You met the gaze of the green eyed man of whom you'd come so accustomed to. You've only lived with them for a year now and your diagnosis had never come up, but you couldn't avoid it now, not anymore. Not that you were avoiding it, it just never came up.

You looked away and sat up in his bed. You glanced around at the state his room was in. Dean liked things tidy and you'd made a mess of it. His clothes were thrown over every square inch of his bedroom floor. You glanced back at him, he looked tired but you didn't think he looked angry.

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry!" You blurted out, wiping your cheeks dry.

"Okay," Dean eyed the mess, "You wanna tell me why you look so guilty?"

"You didn't answer your phone, you always answer your phone. I got worried. I'm sorry." You hugged yourself and squinted at the bright lights, "C-can you turn those off, please?"

Dean nodded and turned on the bedside lamp, then flicked off the switch for the ceiling lights. You started to relax slightly in the more dim setting, especially now that you knew he was okay. You sucked in a slow breath not wanting to completely lose it in front of him. How long have you been there? You didn't know and hugged his pillow to your chest.

"Better?" He asked, you nodded, "Were you asleep?" You shook your head and tugged on the trim of the pillow case, "What's wrong, Y/N?"

"I-I was worried," you said, you knew he was looking at you but you couldn't meet his eyes. "Y-you didn't answer your phone."

"Sammy's phone died and I broke mine," he explained, tossing the two pieces of his cell onto the table next to the lamp. You winced at the clattering sound, he noticed but didn't make a comment. Instead he spoke softer, "And that makes you raid my closet?" He asked, pulling on the hem of your shirt sleeve, but you pulled your hand away and you thought you heard him sigh.

You had changed out of your clothes and into his. A pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and the purple plaid of his that you adored. There was just something about his clothes that calmed you, they weren't itchy or confining like yours were. And they smelt like him, at least the flannel did because he'd worn it briefly before he left. You were a little embarrassed when you saw him notice. But Dean never judged you, you loved that about him.

"I needed something soft and your clothes are softer than mine, and it smells like you. It calms me. I'm sorry."

"It's a bit big on you, isn't it, sweetheart?" He laughed and you frowned, "Hey, that was a joke. Y/N?"

You didn't always get his odd sense of humour, he loved sarcasm but you never really understood it, even if you laughed at a couple of his remarks from time to time. You liked it better when he was blatantly silly and told dad-jokes. That's actually how your friendship started out, with bad jokes, that's how he got you out of your shell. With Sam you bonded over research in the library until you surpassed his knowledge and he couldn't teach you anymore, now it was workout routines and health related stuff like early morning runs or protein shakes. You never told Sam that you'd rather eat one of Dean's masterpieces over those protein shakes. But he did start adding berries to yours which helped.

"Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, Y/N, you haven't done anything wrong." He said, furrowing his brow.

You flinched when he tried to touch your hand again, so instead he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. You cleared your throat and mirrored him, crossing your arms over the pillow you continued to squish to your chest.

"I'm on the spectrum, Dean." You said, making eye contact for a second and watching his features soften.

"I didn't know," he shook his head and sighed like he should've though. Because you were good friends, best friends; hell, half the time he flirted with you. Hard. That was probably the one thing he made painfully obvious, when he hit on you. But nothing ever came of it. Yet.

"I don't tell many people, at least not until we get to know each other. I'm not embarrassed or anything, it's a part of me and I like who I am. But some days, I just want to be me, you know? Without the label." You explained, shuffling over a bit when Dean sat next to you on the bed.

"I know what you mean, sweetheart," he chewed on his lip for a moment as if contemplating something, "I have ADHD... This is the first time I've told anyone. I won't give Sam the satisfaction of knowing he was right, he's been saying I have it for years and I just know he'll give me that 'I told you so' smirk he likes so much." He laughed and shrugged, "I'll eventually tell him though... One of these days."

"I know."

His eyes widened, "You do?"

"Yeah," you nodded, still tugging on the welt edge of the pillow case.

"How?"

"It's super obvious, Dean. You have way too much energy for someone your age, you're super impulsive, and you're easily distracted." You rambled your observations on his personality from the past year. Those were exactly the things you loved about him though.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that comment about my age." He gave you a pointed stare but you could tell he was teasing because he smiled, "Why'd you tell me now?"

"I've known you for a while now, I trust you won't treat me different. Kinda hard to explain all this too," you said, waving your hand to quickly gesture around the room. You hadn't noticed what you were doing in the moment, but now you realized you'd thrown more than half of his wardrobe onto the floor in your search for his softest clothing.

He shrugged, "Could've just said Cas was here. This is nothing, I've seen him do more damage than this before. I'd have believed it."

You shrugged, "I guess, I'm tired of lying to you, or not telling you the whole truth, especially you."

"You can always tell me the truth, sweetheart, and if I can't relate, I'll try to understand." He said, placing his hand between you like he hoped you'd grab it, "You're not alone, Y/N."

"Thank you," you swallowed, staring at his hand. You wanted to reach out but you couldn't convince your hands to let go of the pillow case.

"No, thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me. I appreciate it and everything you do for us. I honestly think we'd be lost without you. I know I would." He didn't say it in his usual flirting tone, but you knew it wasn't a joke either. There was definitely something more to those four words.

"So, you're not mad about the, y-your room?" You asked, pressing your face into the pillow and side eyeing him.

"No, but I am curious, now that we've brought up this whole honesty thing. What did you think of my last conquest? The bacon corn soufflé, you never did say much." He asked with a raise of his eyebrows and you scrunched up your face, "You know you’re not that great at hiding when you don't like something, why do you think I limit my culinary masterpieces to once a month and instead make cookies and pie mostly now?" He smiled showing off his pearly teeth.

You smiled too, "I could go for some cookies."

"I have half a batch in the freezer, wanna get some with me?"

You shook your head instantly, "It's too loud out there," you motioned to the hallway behind him.

"I have an idea, do you trust me?" He asked and you hesitated but ultimately nodded. Dean pulled open the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, "Can I..?" He gestured as if he was going to put the headphones on you and you let him. It was so quiet and peaceful, you honestly don't know why you didn't think of this sooner.

You saw Dean's lips moving and lifted one side of the headphones, "What?"

"I said," he chuckled softly, "I'm gonna shower real quick and then I'll come get you for cookies and milk, okay?"

"Okay," you agreed and pulled the comforters up, holding them under your chin.

Dean ducked out of the room with a fresh pair of sweats and a tee tucked under his arm. Stopping at the door to glance back at you quickly. You gave him a soft smile and snuggled down into the bed again.

It felt like he was only gone for a second when he returned freshly showered with damp hair and smelling of, lavender? He used your body wash again, that always made you giggle; when tough-guy Dean smelt of pretty purple flowers.

He sat on the bed next to you and you lifted the headphones again, "Snack time?" He asked.

You glanced at the open bedroom door behind him and shook your head, "It's too bright." You let the headphones fall back into place and Dean raised a finger as if he needed a minute and disappeared out the door.

The lights in the hallway dimmed to half their brightness and Dean returned with a grin plastered on his face. He spread out his arms and raised his brows and you found the same smile plastered on your own face as you slid out of bed and followed him into the hall.

Dean left the lights off in the kitchen and grabbed the freezer bag of chocolate chip cookies from the freezer. He split open the bag and dug one out to hand to you, then popped one between his own lips, letting the warmth from his mouth defrost the dough before biting into it.

You sat on the counter and watched Dean move around the kitchen in the dark. He knew it like the back of his hand and in no time at all, there was a glass of milk in his hand and another one next to you. You shared the cookies until there were none and polished off your milk. Dean took the glasses and placed them in the sink before turning to you.

It was a comfortable silence as he stood in front of you but you couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second at a time. Until you caught his top lip and started laughing. You gestured to his milk-moustache and he chuckled by the roll of his shoulders and wiped it away. You wiped your mouth, just in case you had one too. He nodded his head towards the hallway and you followed him back to his room.

You already made up your mind that you were staying with him tonight and since he didn't push you towards your own room, you figured he was fine with that. You crawled into bed and lifted the headphones from your ears. You didn't really want to sleep with them on and you were feeling better now.

Dean grabbed the remote from his bedside table, "What do you say we watch a movie?"

"I don't think I'm up for a movie, De." You said, turning on your side to face him.

"Why not?" He replaced the remote and scooted down in bed next to you. Surprisingly he didn't make any move to touch you after his last few failed attempts and instead propped his head on his hand so he could look down at you comfortably.

"The screen moves too fast and I just need quiet, I still feel on edge a little bit." You explained.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked.

"Hold me," you said, suddenly wanting to feel him surrounding you. He shifted closer and pulled you into his arms tentatively, "Tighter." He hugged you more, "Tighter." He squeezed you.

You sighed and nuzzled your face against his chest, feeling everything melt away as you melted into him. He kissed the top of your head with no intention of letting go and gave you another squeeze.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. “Dean? Can we get a dog?" This was an ongoing battle you were determined to win.

He sighed and kissed the top of your head again, "Only if I get to pick the name."

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lives-in-midgard · 2 months

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Afterglow

(Musician AU Part 5)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: After Steve made a bad decision he tries to apologize and get you back but can you forgive Steve?

Word Count: 2270

A/N: This is officially the last part of this AU with Steve! I'm sad to post the last part because I really enjoyed writing this AU but who knows maybe we will read about them again. I hope you all enjoyed this series and of course the final part!

I chose Afterglow as the titel of this part because I think that this song from Taylor Swift has a few lyrics that fit very well with it.

Divider made by @firefly-graphics .

Part 4 | Part 5

Masterlist | Musician AU

It’s been a week since Steve published your song without asking or telling you. You haven’t spoken to him or seen Steve since you yelled at him that night. Steve tried calling and texting you a few times, but you never picked up or looked at his messages. You were so mad at him but also sad because he stole your song. You had known Steve long enough to know that he would never do anything without a good reason, but you needed your time to think about it.

You didn’t want to spend another day alone in your apartment and decided to go to Romanoff’s bar to visit Yelena at work. After the bodyguard Alexei let you in, you went straight to the bar to talk to your friend. Yelena greeted you with a smile and then you talked for a while.

“Have you listened to the song?” Yelena asked.

“No, I…can’t.” You answered. You really haven’t listened to the song yet. Every time it came on the radio, you quickly put on something different. But you saw the fan reviews and saw that the people love The Midnight Rockers’ new song but you couldn’t listen to it, you just can’t.

“You should hear the song Y/N. You really should.”

“You like it?” You nervously asked her.

“It’s so good Y/N, they did such a good job in recording your song.” You talked for a while until you decided to drive home. When you got home you couldn’t stop thinking about what Yelena said. So you sat down on your couch, opened YouTube and clicked on the new Midnight Rockers song. The melody started and you couldn’t believe it. With every lyric they sang, the song got better and better. You could hear drums and a guitar in the background. You knew what part of the song was coming next, and when you heard Steve singing it, a tear ran down your cheek. This lyric means so much to you and you still can’t believe that so many people heard your song. When the song ended, you played it again and then looked through the comments.

“I.love.Steve” commented “OMG this song is so good. I love Steve’s part so much!!”

“Samsgirl” commented “Why does Sam only have one solo part??? But good song though.”

“BuckyBarnesStan” commented “Why is this so good?!”

“Bartonfan” commented “This is such a masterpiece!”

You were smiling, but the last comment remined you of what Steve did. The fans and Yelena were right, the song sounds really good, but that doesn’t mean you can forgive Steve right away, but you also don’t want to lose him again.

You sat there for a while until you heard a knock on your door. You got up and walked to the door. When you opened it, you saw Bucky standing there.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Buck.”

Bucky came over and tried to convince you to talk to Steve or at least let Steve talk to you. He said how sorry Steve was and that he never wanted to hurt your feelings.

“I’m not sure if I can forgive him so easily.” You said after a while.

“I can totally understand that, but just think about what I said, okay?” Bucky asked and you nodded. You hugged Bucky as a goodbye and then thought about what he said.

It’s been two days since Bucky visited you. And well, he was right, you should listen to what Steve has to say to you, especially if you don’t want to lose him again. You walked around the room, trying to think of an idea what to do.

Should you just call him? Or maybe drive to his apartment? But if he’s not there, what then? Maybe you should text him?

Yeah, that’s a good idea, you thought and clicked on his number, trying to form a good sentence but you immediately deleted everything you wrote. You were just typing your next idea when you suddenly received a message from Yelena.

“Turn on your local radio!”

You were about to ask her why when another message came through.

“Don’t ask why, just do it.”

You chuckled and then did as your best friend said. When you turned the radio on, a song was playing. After a few lyrics you had to smile because that was one of the songs you and Steve used to listen to when you were in high school. The next song came on and again it was one that reminded you of a moment with Steve and you had to smile. The third song that played was the first song that Steve and the band covered in high school and played for you. You looked out the window and then noticed that it was starting to rain and heard the rain splashing against the window. Then another song came on, one by the Midnight Rockers. One that Steve told you is about you.

"For most of you these were just a few random songs, but for Steve from Brooklyn these songs have a special meaning to him and also to someone very close to him. So, here is Steve who has a message for this special girl." You sighed and a slight smile grew on your face. That must be your Steve.

"Hey love. I'm not sure if you’re hearing this now, but if you are, I want you to let you know that I'm so sorry and I regret that I did that. I hope you can forgive me one day. And if you want to talk to me, please just call me."

The message ended and you didn't have to hesitate. You pulled out your phone and dialed Steve's number and it only took a few seconds for Steve to answer.

"Hey, Steve."

"Hey." He softly said.

"I'm so sorry." You both said at the same time and then chuckled.

"You first." You said that again at the same time, making you blush. You stayed quiet for a moment, waiting for Steve to talk.

"I'm so sorry for what I did. Please let me explain it to you."

"Maybe you should come over. It's better to talk about it in person and I‘d like to see you too." You suggested.

"Then you should go to your door because I'm already outside of your apartment." You had to smile, but then you remembered that it was raining outside.

“Steve, it's raining."

"I know, so would you please come down and open the door for me." You opened your apartment door and ran down the stairs. When you got to the front door you could hear that it was raining quite heavily. So you quickly opened the door and saw Steve standing in the purring rain. You just looked at each other and it felt like the time stopped for a moment. Coming back to reality, you grabbed his hand and pulled Steve inside.

"Hey." Steve said and smiled.

"Hey, come on let's go upstairs to my apartment where it's warm." You said and you both walked up the stairs to your apartment. When you reached your apartment, you opened the door and walked inside. You looked at Steve who was standing there completely soaked from the rain.

"Oh, Steve, how about you change into some other clothes and then we can talk?" You suggested and Steve nodded. Steve followed you into your room and watched as you picked out some fresh clothes that he had left there a while ago. As you handed it to him, your hands touched and both smiled at each other. You went into the living room and sat down on the couch while Steve put on some fresh clothes.

After a while Steve entered the room with new clothes. He smiled slightly at you and then sat down next to you. You were looking at each other and silence began to grow. Steve took a deep breath and then decided to tell you everything.

"It all started when I had no inspiration for a new song. Tony, my manager, was getting on my nerves and then when I wrote one and he didn't like it, I remembered your song and how good it is. How much people would like it and how much I love it..." He paused for a moment, considering how to say the following things.

"Then I kind of panicked and took a picture of it, composed the melody to it and showed it to Bucky, Sam and Clint. They all liked it and so did Tony. I know it wasn't right, but in that moment it seemed like my only choice. I'm really sorry. " You were sorry and sad that Steve couldn't talk to you about it.

"Why didn't you tell me how you felt?" You asked him and he looked at the floor.

"I'm not sure."

"But I want to do this right. I want to tell it Tony and if it's okay for you then I I’ll announce that it wasn't me who wrote it, but a very talented woman." You reached for his hand and smiled at him.

"Is it okay if I think about it and then tell you?"

"Of course, swe-" Steve held back from saying “sweetheart” because of the argument you had the last time he wanted to say it.

"You can say it, honey." You said, making Steve smile.

"I missed you so much, sweetheart." Steve finally said it again. You placed your head on his shoulder and sat there for a while. You thought about what he said and if he should tell the world that you wrote the song.

After a while you looked up to him, held his cheek and kissed.

"I forgive you, honey. I know you didn't want to hurt me, but I won't forget it anytime soon." Steve sighed but nodded.

"That's okay and I understand that. I'm just glad to have you back."

"Me too." You said, laying your head back on his shoulder.

A week passed and almost everything was back to normal. Steve was back in your life, and you spent a lot of time with Bucky, Sam and Clint. Steve told Mr. Stark, his manager, about the song, your song. You still haven’t decided if you want the world to know, but after thinking about it and talking to Yelena and also Bucky, you’ve decided to tell Steve what you think he should do.

The movie you were watching ended and you laid there cuddling with Steve for a while.

“Stevie?” You looked up after a while.

“Yes, honey.” Steve smiled at you.

“I …I think I want the world to know that I wrote this song.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked and you nodded.

“Okay, then I’ll tell Tony tomorrow. If that’s okay?”

“That’s okay.” Steve smiled at you and then kissed you softly.

When Steve got home from the meeting with Tony, he was really excited and said that his manager wants to meet you. You were nervous, but then agreed to come to a meeting with Steve. The other band members of the Midnight Rockers were also there and gave you comforting smiles.

The meeting started and Tony greeted you and after a while he finally said why he wanted you to come to the meeting.

“As we know, all the fans love your song and so do we. And I was wondering if you have a few more songs?” You got nervous and Steve took your hand and gave you a smile.

“Yeah, I have some more.” You said and Tony nodded.

“They’re all very good too.” Steve suddenly said and Tony nodded again.

“When Steve told me this song wasn’t his or the other members’, I came up with this idea.”

“What if you were the new co-writer of the Midnight Rockers?” He said and you let his words sink in. You as a co-writer that would change so much! But it would be a great chance…people would hear your songs. You would work together with Steve, Bucky, Sam and Clint.

“Of course, you can think about it first.” Tony said.

“No, I don’t think I have to.” You said and Tony nodded, thinking that would be a no.

“That’s okay.”

“Because I would really like to be the new co-writer of the band.” You said, seeing that Steve had a proud smile on his face just like the boys.

You signed a paper and talked about how the band would tell the fans about it. After talking for a while, they all agreed to make a video on Instagram where they say that the new song was written by their new co-writer, who also happens to be Steve’s girlfriend.

From that moment on a lot changed for you and also for the band. You had a press conference with them as their new co-writer. Then you had to quit your job and started writing songs with Steve and sometimes professionally with the others.

There were days when you and Steve would lie on the floor with papers and the guitar, trying to write a new song, or you would go to places where you could both find inspiration. You laughed and enjoyed so many great and funny moments together and were always so happy when you finished a new song. Seeing them record your songs and then sing them in front of an audience made you so happy. Steve is so proud of you and you are proud of him.

You had such great moments together and it was just the start of the beginning.

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cloudi-bunni · 1 year

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Cause I’m a jealous jealous jealous boyyyy

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{how the boy’s will act when jealous}

{all pre-borderlands au btw!}

Tw:possessive behavior, Yandere behavior, manipulation

[Characters;arisu, chishiya, Karube, Banda]

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CHISHIYA:

• wouldn’t get jealous often but when he does it’s hard to tell

• he compares it to looking at window. He watches your interaction as if you were a lab rat. He wants to find one thing about the whole thing and focus on it.

•but don’t be fooled, that’s what he wants you to feel like.

•he does feel the green heavy monster weighing his chest, he just prefers to have you prove yourself to be his even if you aren’t dating

•I mean it’s a given you should know your his…it doesn’t need to be said?

•and if you flirt back he’s going to ignore you for weeks, last time he ignored you for a month straight.

•he hates it but..you made him. Why would you say that to a fucking pathetic parasite, when he was right there?

•”shuntaro why are you ignoring me ? I miss you…did I do something wrong?”

•he will just get up and walk away, as if you were nothing and then out of the blue he’ll start talking to you again.

•You don’t even ask why he ignored you , you’re scared he’ll do it again. You’re just so happy to have him back!

•loves knowing he has this control over you, he can do anything and just like a puppy you’ll come back and sense like nothings wrong.

•no one could control how you feel, how you act No one but him and he wouldn’t have it any other way

ARISU;

•his feelings are to hard to hide

•he compares it to watching someone pour paint over his masterpiece.

•he watches one of your friends shamelessly flirt in front of him.

•he just glared at them as he was Lost in his mind

• “oh you two seem close”

•you go on a rant on you two met, but Arisu wasn’t listening.

•he only payed attention when you just so happened to mention their address.

•his mind started planning

• When they leave he clings to your side, huffing at the thought that they may have been doing the same as well

•he feels like a dog trying to ‘mark’ his scent into your hoodie, letting his cologne ingulf you. He wants to make you his in anyway possible

• “They interrupted our hang out.” “Do you like them more then me?” “This was supposed to be our time”

•he’s only saying how he feels, he didn’t mean to get you worried. But oh when your holding him and apologizing, does he smile.

• after an hour of hanging with you he goes back home.

• He types the persons name and address. Would you look at that they had a criminal record.

• he couldn’t have a criminal get close to you, what if they hurt you?

•Arisu Wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happened.

•so he did what any good boyfriend would do, he went into their house when he knew they would be there.

•hiding the body wasn’t hard especially not when he’s done this a million times before.

•he comes to your apartment talking about a movie he wanted to watch. With you, he smiles at how you snuggle up to him.

• You look so cute like this so peaceful, you had no idea your new friend was gone.

•when you do find out, he was ready to comfort you. Like he always does, he can’t bare seeing you sad.

•he just wants your eyes on him! And god help anyone who manages to take them off of him.

BANDA;

•wouldn’t call it jealousy, he calls it liking to keep what’s his , his.

•he compares this feeling to playing with his meal.

•he feels the need to prove himself

•usually he wouldn’t care but today was one of his days off, and he wanted to spend it with you. His future partner, he just can’t believe that they want to bother you two on such a day.

•sure you looked good in your outfit, you always did. But the pair of you, come by this cafe often so you talking like you were friends with this person confused him.

•did you know them? Did they know you? Cant you tell they’re flirting with you if you were such good friends? When did you meet them? Was it when he was working? He thought he had you on a leash you told him everything…are you gaining feelings for this insect? No no..he would have known by now.

•he hoped you were just oblivious instead, it made him feel more sane and in control. Yeah you were just unaware.

•” how about another date?”

•…..date? ….another?..he put the puzzles together, and was enraged, at you for ‘betraying his love’ at the person for not getting the hint. And at himself he swore himself this wouldn’t happen again. Not since LAST time.

•he will start to touch you, it’s almost impossible to tell he’s doing it to prove a point.

•he will start to touch your shoulders, letting the touches linger just a bit

•you don’t notice it but the person does

•if the small hints aren’t enough Banda is going to give them the nastiest glare ever

•well what he thinks is a glare, but in reality is just a blank look.

•works in his favor either way. They usually get weirded out, at this point.

•will ask you all about them , what’s their name, where they live, do they live alone etc

• “I just want to get to know your new friend.”

•the next day you come to him crying, the insect died randomly. You couldn’t believe just when you thought your love life was getting somewhere.

•he just wants to make sure your his…

• god help anyone who isn’t able to notice

KARUBE;

•gets jealous often

• compares it to a small noise that won’t stop

• he doesn’t hide what he’s feeling from the person tho

• “what do you want from y/n? Huh? Don’t act like it’s just being friends I see the way you look at y/n!”

•the poor person would stay away from you due to orders from him

•you just assumed it was because they hated you, you cried and cried

•the person started talking to you in private, still wanting to peruse this relationship with you

•the thrill of being secretive made you feel all giddy inside, always sneaking out to see them at night.

•the two of you would joke around, go from place to place, flirt

•you didn’t know that karube saw it all

•he knew exactly what time you came out to see them and knew exactly where you two would meet up

•he just watched , never doing anything. He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to come out and punch them but he didn’t want to frighten you

•that was until one day when they kissed you, oh was he pissed seething when he watched it happen.

•he went home throwing everything upside down, his apartment looking like a child has been home by themselves for a day

•he calls you the day after, wanting to hang out with you knowing you and your friend don’t hang out on this day.

•he grabs you phone when you go to another room

•he finds your friends contact and quickly types “hey are you free today it’s totally fine if not! :>” he thought it was adorablhow the way you texted was so predictable. Made it easier for him to act like you

•”sure! same time?” he quickly sent a yes, deleting the messages he waits until night when he finally bid goodbye to you

•making his way to a small cafe, and he gets in an alleyway seeing your little friend there

•karube can’t help but smile at the thought of finally getting rid of the thorn

•the thorns face morph from a happy one to one that looks terrified. Karube cant enough of that face ,

•“I told ya to stay away but you didn’t listen did ya? Just had to get close to my y/n..Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen I warned you”

•he only really has one rule! Don’t touch what’s his

#alice in boderland x reader #chishiya x reader #arisu x reader #banda sunato x reader #karube x reader #yandere #jealousy #manipulation #HOTBOYSBEINGJELLY #ilykarube

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axel-skz · 1 year

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You’re not funny…

A/N: I feel not tired at all and kind of nauseous. I think I’m severely dehydrated but drinking the water gives me even more nausea so… tf do I do? Write a fanfic and ignore my problems. I did not proof read it and It’s not a literary masterpiece so please, lower your expectations lol (shuffled my stray kids playlist and we got thunderous this time ;) for our boys thunderous dance moves (I mean that was terrible but I wanna play a song for every fic now so, yeah lol))

Summary: Minho is expecting a nice weekend together that he needed very much but you’re planning to play a prank.

Minho x Gender neutral reader

Minho had been getting frustrated very fast lately. Getting burnt out a lot because this comeback had been so demanding. He could see all the work coming too because they had been told, they were going on tour.

Now he was agitated because he was working all the time and he couldn’t spend time with his loved ones.

He knew what would make him feel better though. Spending time with you. All he was looking forward to all week was a whole weekend with you.

What he didn’t know was that the perfect storm was brewing. At the time where he wanted nothing but affection fhe most, you had the plan to play a prank on him.

You would try your best to swerve anytime he wanted a kiss or a hug. You had seen it on tiktok a lot recently and you just really wanted to try it out.

Horrible timing honestly but you had no idea.

He had called on monday and you would both be spending the weekend together. He hadn’t told you about the tour either because he hadn’t got the chance to. You would never be playing this prank if you knew.

Friday afternoon, he arrives. You hear him knocking on your door and instantly, you ready yourself. Usually you would run to him in the most dramatic way possible and give him a hug. He acted like he hated it but it made him feel wanted.

While he thought about how much he needed that hug, you were making sure you wouldn’t do it. As you opened the door, he stood there for what felt like a century, expecting the hug. You looked st him with confusion.

‘You good?’ You asked with a puzzled look.

‘You usually hug me when you open the door,’ he also looked extremely confused.

‘Oh, you hate it so I thought I wouldn’t do it. Come in,’ you smiled at him. As he walked in, you took the things he was carrying. It was your way of busying yourself.

He let out a sigh as he sat on the sofa, ‘I’m so tired. I could barely sleep yesterday.’

‘Aww, that’s sad. Have you had a hard time sleeping for a while or just last night?’ You came back after putting his bag in your room.

He looked at you and you could see how tired he was, ‘all week. So much work and I just don’t even want to think about it. It’s early as hell but can we watch a movie and take a nap?’

Code for watch something and cuddle. He wasn’t one to just outright ask for physical contact so you had gotten use to recognising when he wanted it and how he asked.

‘Of course we can do that,’ you smiled at him and set up everything for a movie.

You got some sweets and popcorn with the softest blankets. You picked a feel good movie that you both really liked and started to get settled. You played the movie and sat down on the floor.

He was surprised, ‘why are you on the floor? There’s plenty of room on the sofa.’

‘You should stretch out and get comfy. It’ll be easier to fall asleep. I have some work I need to do so I’ll sit here and do it when you fall asleep,’ you said while feigning interest in the movie.

It’s like you could feel him pouting. And he was.

‘Could you not do the work tomorrow?’

‘I’m sorry, my love. It’s urgent. I need to get it in by the end of the day.’

‘S’okay…’ he covered himself in blankets and got comfortable. He didn’t let it show just how hurt he was by it.

He fell asleep after a little while. He woke up a couple hours later and you had nodded off while working on the floor. Your brief was on the table and he looked at it.

He tried to help you with your work sometimes because you liked his opinions on it. As he read through it, he noticed it wasn’t due for another two weeks. That hurt him again because he didn’t understand why you lied.

He moved back and laid back down. He didn’t know how long he stared at the cieling before you woke up. He pretended to sleep when you got up to check on him. You picked up your stuff after you fixed the blanket so it was covering him properly.

After that, you started cooking for dinner. He took a little while before he got up. He acted groggy as he walked into kitchen. You heard him shuffle in and it was so hard not to hug him when he looked so cute with the wayward hair and the puffy cheeks.

‘Sleep well?’ You asked as you moved to the fridge.

‘Mhm, something about this place helps me sleep,’ he smiled.

‘Pff- you’re so sweet,’ you giggled a bit as you gave him some juice.

‘I was talking about your sofa and the tv but whatever helps you sleep at night.’

You playfully glared at him, ‘they’re mine and they help you so ultimately, it’s all me.’

You began washing some extra pots as you let him know what you were cooking and that it was almost done. You felt him get up and walk over. As he got closer, you quickly put what you were washing down and moved away to the stove.

A look of hurt and confusion flashed on his face for a second but it was gone as fast as it came. He followed to look at the food but kept a little distance. He didn’t understand at all what was going on.

You guys set the table up and ate your meal.

He was extremely silent the whole time and it was a very awkward 25 minutes. He offered to do the dishes and as he grabbed the last one, he leaned in to kiss you out of habit as he said thank you. You swerved and this seemed to be his breaking point.

He froze for a moment but then put the plate down and kneeled next to you. He took your hands in his and he looked into your eyes.

‘Y/N, what have I done? I don’t remember doing anything to hurt you and that may also be bad but whatever it is, I’m sorry. Please just tell me and let me fix it,’ he looked so torn up inside and it hurt your heart to see him like that.

And then you broke. (Because you would be a menace to society if you didn’t finally tell him what was going on)

‘I’M SO SORRY! Hold on… I’ll explain,’ You pulled him off the floor and took him over to the sofa. You both sat down. ‘It was such a stupid idea but I saw this prank on tik tok and I wanted to do it.’

The sad look on his face hurt your soul, ‘so you don’t hate me?’

‘God no! I could never!’ You leaned forward and gave him a hug. ‘I’m so sorry! It was a stupid idea!’

He hugged you back in an instant. You were basically in his lap, his face hidden in your neck. ‘Can we just stay like this for a while?’

You nodded and hugged him harder, ‘Can I turn off the kitchen light first?’

‘I’ll pay your electricity bill.’

‘I was kidding,’ you smiled.

‘Someone has to tell you, you’re not funny,’ you could feel him smirk.

‘So mean and hurtful, for what reason?!’ You jokingly sniffled.

‘Feel my pain,’ he laughed.

‘If it makes you feel better, fine,’ you hugged him a little tighter. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘S’okay. I’m just glad it was a prank.’

‘I love you most.’

‘I love you even more’

A/N: I’m thinking of a part two for this. I dont know. Cus I mentioned a tour so maybe it’s worth playing that out a bit. Lemme know what you think.

Please like and reblog and submit your prompts/requests :)

I’m writing anything that comes to mind right now so suggestions would be great.

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

The following parts will probably not come and this was made as a stand alone story. If you’re still wanting to continue reading after this, go for it :) I just wanted to warn you cus if I were you, Id want someone to warn me.

Part 2

#lee know #lee know x reader #lee minho #stray kids #stray kids hurt/comfort #stray kids fluff #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz lee know #hurt/comfort #minho x reader #x reader #skz fanfic #stray kids angst #angst #skz angst #gender neutral reader

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beaniebeensbaby201 · 1 year

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Can u do jay kelso x fem reader doing his make up like his mom did his dad in the 70s show x

A/N: OMGG YESSS!!!

Summary: Jay Kelso was spending the weekend at his long-term girlfriends house(you). You were taking off your make up when Jay Kelso asks if you could do his.

Warnings: none just fluff and cure Jay

It was finally the weekend, the first weekend since the two of you could be alone without your friends. You love your friends, but sometimes you just wanted to be alone with Jay.

Led zeppelin was currently playing in the distance, as you were sitting on his bed. You could feel his eyes boring into your back as you hummed to the words.

"What are you staring at?" You asked, putting your makeup pad down.

"Why do you need to wear that?" He asked. He was never a fan of you wearing makeup, as he loved you even more without it.

"It's like art, Jay. I could show you?" Jay shakes his head as you were basically finished taking off your makeup from the day.

"I'll see if your mom has any makeup I could borrow. I didn't bring any with me." Y/n gives Jay a chaste kiss on his lips as she gets up to leave the room.

"Hey, Mrs. Kelso. Um, weird question, but I'm putting makeup on Jay, and I was wondering if I could borrow some of yours?" The older woman let's out a small laugh.

"Yes. I'll be right back." Jackie left the room, as she continued to find some makeup for the young teen.

She was getting a sense of Deja Vu, from when she used to do Kelso's makeup as teens themselves.

Jackie comes back to see you leaning against the wall in the hallway. You were picking off some black nail polish that you've been picking the last couple of days.

"Thank you Mrs. Kelso. I'll give these back when I'm done." You promised, skipping back to your boyfriend's room.

You quickly jumped on the bed with the bag of makeup.

A wide grin graces your lips as you dumped the makeup and organized them.

"What's this?" Jay asked, pointing at a foundation bottle.

"Foundation. You apply this after you moisturize and prime your face." As you explained Jay continues to stay confused.

"Primer is what you use to help keep the base on." You explained, yet he was still confused.

"Just watch and learn from the master." Jay stayed silent letting you do the work.

Time skip...

You finally finished your makeup, but not without pausing when Jay would ask you a million questions.

"I look hot!" Jay said as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror.

"I know! I did amazing!" You said cockily.

You grab his hands and head towards his mother.

"Mrs. Kelso, meet your beautiful son." You bowed as Jackie claps her hands together.

"You did amazing!' Your face went flushed as she gushed at your masterpiece.

"Thank you." You bowed.

"Come. We have to show the others." You zoomed to his bedroom to call your girlfriends and tell them to come over.

"You look so hot babe!" You kissed his nose not caring about smudging the highlighter as you did so.

A/n: sorry it took so long I was continuing another story and I was reading another Jay Kelso story on Wattpad called 'kids in america' which is so good.

#tumblr fyp #jay kelso x reader #jay kelso wearing makup #that 70s show #that 90s show #jay kelso x girlfriend reader #reader is another Jackie but nicer haha

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Forgiveness

Part 1, Part 3

Pairing: Ex!Matt Murdock x Writer!reader

Word Count: 1627

As the poor college student you once were, whose heart was crushed in one of the worst ways possible, you’d had no clue what was awaiting ahead to surprise you. The dream which seemed unreachable at the time. There was a bright future shining over you. The book you wrote a few years after you graduated from Columbia University slowly gained attraction. Suddenly your life has become a whirlwind of good news. You were rising to become a well-known author. Your books began appearing on the shelves of your favorite book stores. Your childhood dream was gradually becoming a reality. You were ecstatic, truly.

You were currently planning a new mystery thriller series in your condo. A giant cork board covering your wall as each piece of the mystery hangs. The cork board contained the entire timeline of your mystery. Red string showcases how they all connect. At first glance, many would’ve chalked it up as a mess. To you, it was your ongoing masterpiece. Notebooks and lone sticky notes covered your work space. A cup of steaming hot coffee was held close to your lips as you looked at the chaos you’ve established. It was your chaos and you treasured it.

Your show of appreciation was disrupted when your phone rang. You very rarely kept the sound on. Writing was hard enough without distractions and while your multitasking had gotten better, it was not that advanced where you could listen to the television while working on the backbones of your series and having your phone on standby. Your friends understood and rarely messaged you with the occasional meme or invitation to go out which you greatly appreciated. They were the best and you loved them dearly.

You walked toward your charging phone, checking the name before answering, “Hello beautiful.” You already knew the reason for this call. It was a reminder to get ready to go out. “I just want to let you know I did not work today.” Lie. “But I did admire my work with a cup of coffee.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” Their voice echoed a scanty teasing tone. It supported the mental image, that you created in your mind, of them tilting their head before placing their pointing finger on the lower side of their check. Unintentionally, you were called out on your bullshit. “Maybe because you're a workaholic and refuse to rest your mind and soul.”

You rubbed your forehead gingerly before rushing to grab suitable clothing, “There’s nothing wrong with getting ahead of work. My deadline might seem long but you never know when that pesky writer’s block comes to bite me in the ass.”

They laughed as you searched through your closest. “One night won’t make a difference.”

“How would you know? I could have a revelation at the bar with no paper or pen and forget about when I get home. A true tragedy for my fans.” You were being dramatic and for good reason. It was simply fun to annoy friends. They loved you no matter how annoying you can be and the good ones stick till the end. “Taking advantage of this abnormal desire to write seems to be a hell of a way to spend my night.”

“Which you have last night and the night before that and the night before that. I don’t want you to burn out and feel uninspired. I know how you get when you're pressed for time.” It was not pretty. You basically have a complete and utter meltdown. Scurrying to finish to reach the deadline while also not disappointing your fans or doing such a disservice to your characters.

As you could not win in this playful argument, you relented. “See you there.”

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The glass bottle clanked when they were slightly tapped against one another and you and your friend cheered for good fortune. The place your friend had chosen was, to the untrained mind, a dump but places like these were the best. The tap water however cannot be trusted. While it looked ghastly, it kept so many memories within its walls. A secret only the building will know when everyone ceases to exist and more memories continue to be harbored. Tonight you will be one of those secrets. Another body the bar sheltered and one that will soon leave when the night is replaced by day.

You didn’t notice them. Two old faces sitting in the same bar astonished you were so close yet in an entirely different universe. One watching with fond eyes, the other unable to do the same. One was ecstatic to see you once again, grown into the person you were meant to be, and the other, filled with guilt for how things ended. There was another with them, an unfamiliar face, and witnessing the jolting glances they sent to you.

“[Reader].” One whispered so lowly the others didn’t hear. The sound of your heart beat once again gracing his ears. He missed you. Once the tinted frames of Elektra were smashed away, he realized the devastating aftermath left in her wake. The relationship that was once wondrous and blissful was gone. Ruined and tarnished by his inability to not decimate his own happiness.

There was always one thing he wanted to say, after he freed himself from his own blindness, if he was ever granted the chance, was to apologize. His mishandling of the situation caused you so much unnecessary harm and there was only him to blame. He fell for Elektra charm and her assertions of being cut from the same cloth. Still there was no excuse for what he did.

“I’ll be right back.” He assured Foggy, who knew of his intentions, and Karen, who remained confused. Foggy remembered those late night talks after the whole Elektra situation detonated. Matt mourned the loss of a healthy relationship and shame remained to haunt him. If Foggy was being honest, he missed you. He loved to hang out with you and Matt despite the lovey-dovey gestures you’d paraded around him. It felt like a glimpse of what real love was.

Matt reached your table before asking, “[Reader]?” You had never known of his powers and yet always treated him like an able-bodied person. With the occasional but completely harmless quips surrounding his blindness. After all these years, he wondered of all the moments you would’ve shared together had he not doomed your love. He wondered if you laid awake flustered at the thought of his lips.

“Matt?” He looked different yet the same. The years have gone easy on him since the last time you’d spoken. He matured like fine wine. “What are you doing here?” Not in the bar. You wanted to add. Here by me.

He straightened his posture, “I wanted to speak with you.” And apologize. “Alone if that’s alright with you.” The conversation he hoped to have should not be for anyone other than yourself. At least for this specific moment. He knew friends (Foggy) would want an update.

Your friend gave you a look before you assured them that you would be fine. They walked away, too far to listen but not so much they’d lose sight of you. Matt took over the now empty seat and the two of you sat in silence. The agonizing tension striking the two of you like a club or, in this case, a cane.

“What did you want to talk about?” The relationship you once had was short-lived but memorable. Your first taste of what love should’ve been until it was spiked with poison. You had plenty of time to reflect upon your brief passion towards one another but you were still left with questions. Maybe they can finally be answered.

“I was - I’m sorry.” His head faced the stained table as if he was ashamed of himself and granted he should be. “I know we didn’t end off on the right foot and it was my fault. I should’ve handled it better but my naive younger self was thoughtless of the pain and anguish I’d caused you. There are no words to describe how embarrassed and ashamed I am for not apologizing sooner.”

There it was. The apology you’ve been missing for years and now you had it. Apologies are never enough, however, it is merely words seeking for an ounce of forgiveness. Forgiveness is a fickle matter to you. It is, in your mind, unnecessary when burying the hatchet of the past. Forgiveness is not for you but the person who hurt you. Moving on does not require forgiveness. Moving on, in its true form, is reflecting on what was done and finding a semblance of peace.

You found yourself only able to mutter a simple thank you and the tension heightened. There was nothing more to say. Nothing that truly mattered in this moment. “I’d like to make it up to you.” He offered, “A redo of sorts. We can go to that diner we've loved.”

The thought almost made you laugh. A redo. At the place where it all began and ended. Moving on was one thing but the memories will always linger. The pain never truly vanishes. It merely blooms in a different form.

Shaking your head, “No.” The word spilled out of your lips with such sternness. Matt tensed when they reached his ears. “I don’t think so. While I do appreciate your apology, I’d rather not exhume what once was. Our love, no matter how short, is and will forever always remain six feet under.” You couldn’t fathom his train of thought. How ridiculously seeming it was. “I’d rather leave the past where it belongs and I suggest you do the same. Do, however, say hi to Foggy. I have missed him.”

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#matt murdock #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x reader #foggy nelson #karen page #netflix daredevil #elektra #elektra natchios #daredevil x you #daredevil angst #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you

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Hi Kiri! I hope you've been well these days, and also I love all of your masterpieces! Can I send a request where reader were getting jumpscare while watching horror movie together with Kazuha? Thank you and feel free to ignore if you don't like this request 🙏

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn! reader, modern au.

⤷ what is he like, when watching horror movies?

When it comes to watching movies, the last thing you could expect is Kazuha at the front of your door. He smiled at you as he lifted a few copies of popular horror movies, with the other hand carrying a bag of take-out food. Your favorite take-out food. The one that you and he always get after classes. Or the one you always talk about going to whenever you’re hungry. Whatever it is, he has it. And it’s also been on his mind to watch a few movies with you.

He’s always been a sucker for adventure movies. The kinds with the cheesy plot twists but amazing fight scenes. Maybe that’s why he’s so adamant about having you watch all the Dwayne the Rock Johnson movies with him last summer. Tomo dropped out after watching his third Fast n Furious movie, Heizou couldn’t stomach the cheesiness that came from a few of his older films (however he had to applaud his role in Central Intelligence), and Scaramouche gave up after watching Toothfairy (Kazuha called him a wimp under his breath).

He’s not one for slashers because he thinks the art of gore has been pushed too far to enjoy. Watching Terrifier 1 and 2 left him with a bad taste in his mouth. How could you stomach all of that excessive violence? It takes someone with an iron gut just to sit through the first 10 minutes of the movie. It’s not to say he doesn’t like horror. The only slasher he liked was the Fear Street trilogy, and he can appreciate the classics like The Conjuring.

One thing is consistent though: Kazuha chooses the weirdest films. Not entirely weird, per se, but he has some questionable choices. He always finds good movies. He also finds the worst ones. He has with him Ethan Hawke’s Black Phone, The Taking of Deborah Logan, and Winnie the Pooh's Blood and Honey. Why does he even have the last one? He shrugged and placed the take-out food on your coffee table, saying it sounded funny.

He doesn’t get scared when he watches these films. Mostly because you know in his head, he’s most likely thinking about what goes on behind the scenes. How did they shoot this shot? How many hours did the actors spend on makeup? Why is Winnie the Pooh such a god-awful movie? Who approved of this?

You try not to giggle when you see him intensely staring at certain scenes, his hand covering the lower half of his face as he squints his eyes. He’s focused on analyzing every part of this movie. It’s a cute habit. He loves to rave about his favorite movies (even to the point of calling you after leaving the theater to give you his review).

When you get to parts where the scenes grow dark, and there's that unsteady playing of the violin, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. He nibbles on the tip of his thumb, his fingers padding against you as he holds back a small gasp. He’s not a screamer but he’s certainly the kind that flinches at jumpscares. He’s also a lot more touchy when you watch horror movies. Whether or not it’s because he’s scared or just looking for an excuse to hang onto you is up for debate.

If you are scared by the movie, he would tighten his hold around you, peering down at you with a cheeky smile. He would tease you for a little bit before resting his head against yours, pressing a short kiss on your crown. He’ll put both arms around you this time, holding you tight as the movie continues. When things get a little too intense, or too gory, he will place his hand over your eyes, whispering a few of his poetry to distract you from the sound of a chainsaw.

“Why is Winnie the Pooh covered in honey, but at the same time, is starving?” He mumbles, narrowing his eyes at the screen. “What is going on in this movie? Do you like this?” “You’re the one who chose the movie…”

#₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin headcanons

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talkintrashcann · 1 year

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Butterflies - Xavier Thorpe

summary: short blurd about your boyfriend painting you in a field, inspired by the song butterflies.

warnings: none

word count: 628

a/n: wrote this piece rather fast compared to all my other work, felt like i needed to write this while i was listening to one of my favorite songs. it brings me so much comfort and i wanted to share the feeling i get from it with you by using this short fic, the song is definitely worth to listen to.

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"Sit still cutie, and don't forget to show me that beautiful smile of yours."

"This position is starting to become uncomfortable to sit in after being here for hours. You asked the wrong person to be your model for this one love, you know I can't sit still for the life of me.", you complained to your boyfriend who let out a little chuckle. He looked so peaceful when he focused on the canvas in front of him, the soft breeze going through his long brown hair and the warm evening sun highlighting his strong features. You felt like the luckiest person in the world right now, blessed that you could call him your lover. He was truly the best thing that ever happened to you, one of the few people with who you could actually be yourself. When you were around him he made you feel complete, he made you feel whole. You wouldn't exchange him for anything in the world, not being able to imagine a life without him in it.

"Something on your mind? You seem to be in your own little world again.", his warm voice snapped you out of your train of thoughts while your eyes locked with his.

"Hm? Oh I was just thinking about something. Hard to not start daydreaming when this is taking forever."

"Lucky for you I've finished the painting, so you can finally get up and stretch if you'd like. You did amazing, just as I expected from you." You quickly got up from your position and stretched your arms, as if you were trying to reach for the stars. Instantly feeling relieved now that you were allowed to move, you couldn't help but be very curious to see the result of Xavier's painting. Pretty sure you've waited long enough now to see the finished product.

"Can I see?". Taking a few steps towards the canvas and trying to take a small peak, you couldn't wait to see yet another one of his masterpieces. Surprisingly enough this was the first time he's painted you. You've begged him a million times to paint you some day but he insisted on waiting for the perfect moment, he wanted to make sure this moment was special. A moment to never forget.

"Of course, love. Come here.", he said while patting his hands on his legs. You moved closer to him and sat down on his lap, his arms sneaking around your waist to hold you close to him. As soon as your eyes fell on the canvas, you could feel a thousand little butterflies flying around in your belly. It was perfect. The scenery, the golden hour, and you. Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, the painting started to move. Your hair flying in the wind, your smile getting bigger amd you could hear your laughter softly in the distance, small butterflies twirling around you and landing right on the top of your hand. Of course he'd use his talent to further impress you, why wouldn't he. You were so moved by the painting that you didn't even notice a tear rolling down your cheek, Xavier kissing them all away.

"I love you."

You snapped your head back at the sound of his voice, astonished to hear those three words leave his lips for the first time. Your heart skipped a beat, this moment becoming more and more magical as time went by.

"I love you too."

It felt right to finally say those words you've been longing to say, he felt right. You were sure he was your soulmate, he was the one you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with. As long as you're with him, you knew everything was gonna be okay.

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#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier fanfic #wednesday imagine #wednesday fanfic #wednesday

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 7 months

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is there anything in particular that inspired you to write sea glass gardens?

(I love it so dearly btw its a masterpiece)

It was the Frankensteined result of a few different things actually.

Megumi’s storyline with the Zenin actually wasn’t originally created for sea glass gardens. I had a fic where Junpei and Megumi ended up at the same middle school that Megumi’s current conflict with the Zenin featured prominently in (only instead of approaching it from the back end and dealing with the aftermath, it approached it from the front end because Junpei was at the middle school when Naoya came to take him away). That story ended up going through so many evolutions that it became the fic where Fushiguro is unleashed in Junpei’s high school by gojo like an invasive super predator (that I discussed here for an ask game not too long ago), which I liked much better, but that meant that Megumi’s storyline with the Zenin was now orphaned because it only worked if it happened pre-Season 1. But I liked it too much to give up on it, so I put it in a box like an abandoned kitten and set it aside for when I could find another story it worked with it better.

After that, it came down to my thoughts about Yuuta and Maki colliding with my thoughts about the Fushiguro siblings.

Maki and the Tsumiki (the one that lives in my head at least) act as each other’s foil in any story I write them both in. I had another story I was obsessing about over at the time sea glass gardens started to percolate, wherein the Zenin took Megumi and left Tsumiki behind, and the fushiguro siblings spend every day after trying to get back to each other. It included a confrontation between Tsumiki and Maki, because I really did think that Tsumiki and Maki acted as inverses of one another.

Both of their characters are defined in large part by their relationship with their sibling. However, Maki had to leave Mai behind to become who she was meant to be, and the Tsumiki that lives in my head refuses to leave Megumi behind to the denial of her own self. So Maki ends up growing and forging her own place in the world, but it’s not one that her sister can be with her in. In the span of that story, however, Tsumiki completely rejects every opportunity to build a life without her brother (to the detriment of her own fulfilment) and struggles to instead make her own space in whatever world lets them be together. I find Maki’s character endlessly fascinating and I really wanted to make her interaction with tsumiki happen in a fic, so it also went in the box.

Then I watched JJK 0 like seven times because I simply love Okkotsu Yuuta that much.

The thing is that while Maki and Tsumiki are foils in my mind, Yuuta and Megumi are parallels who are marginally out of sync with each other. It would take wayyyy too long for me to break down all my thoughts on Megumi as a character, but I think he exists in Season 1 in a mental place that parallels where Yuuta was in JJK 0.

Namely the fact that they’re both legitimately suicidal.

From a philosophical standpoint, Yuuta and Megumi are actually opposites. Yuuta spends all of JJK 0 trying to justify his own continued survival. Megumi, meanwhile, spends all of Season 1 having accepted the forfeiture of his own life and extremely angry about it. He is a character who was sold into a career with an enormously high mortality rate at an extremely young age who is marked by the fact that he does not understand his own ability to survive in this world. Like, fucking Sukuna was the one who had to tell him he easily had the potential to beat special grade curses following an aggressive and oddly horny murder attempt. The man was like “megumi you enchant me why are you wasting your talents” and fushiguro was profoundly confused and bleeding from the head like “wat.” He spent all of Season 1 approaching every inconvenience with “I’m calling time of death on this entire situation and summoning Mahoraga.” He did it in almost every fight. Yuuta spends his entire movie trying to make it okay that he’s still alive and meanwhile Megumi will not stop trying to die.

So, from a mentality approach, they’re very different characters. But if you approach them from positions in their own narratives, they’re very similar.

Both Yuuta and Megumi start their respective stories as very powerful people whose youth and lack of understanding of their own ability is taken advantage of. Yuuta is one of the most powerful shamans of the modern age. However, he was also a child who had no idea he even had power, and the higher ups took advantage of that and made him complicit in his own execution. Megumi, meanwhile, possesses one of the most powerful techniques in the entire JJK universe, though he’s stymied by his own self-defeating mindset. He’s taken advantage of as a child and is effectively sold into indentured servitude to the jujutsu world, which honestly may as well be a death sentence in itself. Like, this job’s mortality rate is brutal, and Megumi is sitting there in episode 6 or something talking about how he’s had people die on missions with him before. He’s probably known for a while that this job would kill him one day, and he’s never had the option to quit. So you have these two characters at the inception of their narrative with the potential to be really powerful, but their inexperience and misunderstanding of their own potential leads them to be cooperate in their own death sentence.

Both of their narratives also follow one of personal growth through friendship (Yuuta’s just much less grumpy about it than Megumi). Yuuta unlocks his potential at the end of the movie due to the ways his friends teach him and out of a desire to defend them. Megumi, meanwhile, was initially inspired by Yuuji’s growth to ultimately unlock his own potential while exorcising the bridge curse to defend his sister. So they’re both spurred along very similar arcs even if they carry through it with different attitudes.

And also they’re both completely suicidal.

Self-sacrifice is huge in both Yuuta and Megumi’s narratives. Yuuta opens his movie trying to kill himself to protect other people. He spends his entire movie trying to make it okay that he’s not dead, only for him to walk into his climactic battle like “IM SACRIFICING MY LIFE LETS DIE TOGETHER RIKA” despite Rika showing literally within the first five minutes of the movie that she did not want Yuuta to die and go with her. However, by the time the main series is underway, he has reached that point of self-actualization where he does want to be alive, and his potential explodes into making him one of the most powerful characters in canon.

Megumi opens his interaction with the jujutsu kaisen world through an act of self sacrifice. He’s told that he’s been sold to the Zenin clan and he can either go with them or stay with Gojo and be indebted to the school, and his only concern is which life his sister will be happy in. He cooperates in being a jujutsu sorcerer, but his entire outlook on how the world is fundamentally unfair and full of people who will take advantage of others suggests he’s deeply resentful of what happened to him.

But he thinks he’s already fucked and will not. Stop. Trying. To sacrifice himself. Literally anything happens and he’s like “EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE WAY IM SUMMONING MAHORAGA.” It’s like watching someone personally hurl the same grenade that they then throw themselves on. However, by the end of season 1, he’s started to be greedier and recognize himself as someone who can survive, in no small part through the influence of his friends. And then his potential starts exploding and he’s suddenly unlocking a domain expansion and finding all these new uses for his abilities.

As a result, I kind of view Megumi starting in season 1 in the same place that Yuuta just left in the span of his movie. Megumi’s just a few steps behind him on the path to personal growth, and I really, really wanted to have a fic that featured Yuuta recognizing his own past self in Megumi and striving to help pull him out of that mindset and grow. Sort of like Yuuta being to Megumi the person he needed to have not too long ago. And then I remembered that I had that one old Zenin plot line sitting in a box and dusted it off for sea glass gardens. It fit so well with the events of JJK 0 that it just clicked from there.

The last thing that I patchworked onto sea glass gardens was how mentally not okay I am over the fushiguro siblings.

I’m just a sucker for siblings doomed by the narrative and I am so obsessed with them. I just keep rotating their relationship and shoving it into different stories. I basically have one "master" backstory for them that I keep using for different stories and I will take literally any excuse to cram it in somewhere.

Like, the bit where Tsumiki talks about how Megumi used to sleep outside her door to keep a monster (which turned out to be a curse) away? It's a scene from the story mentioned above where the Zenin take Megumi and leave tsumiki behind. It also present in a time travel story I have where the season 1 trio end up getting booted back in time to 2006 during the star plasma vessel disaster and proceed to be the worst fucking time travelers imaginable (I desperately hope I get the time to write this one because I actually love it even more than sea glass gardens, and I really love sea glass gardens).

The bit about where Megumi had to go no contact with the Zenin following some undisclosed incident in childhood is also a reference to the time travel fic, and I honestly don't know if I'll ever reveal what made him go no contact in sea glass gardens. I'm a firm believer in keeping some plot details unrevealed because of the natural limitations of a narrator, and I'm not sure yet if Yuuta would ever find out about what happened with that.

Sea glass gardens ended up giving me a chance to have another take on the fushiguro siblings where Tsumiki wasn't cursed yet (since the trio comes from the canon timeline, she's cursed in the present day in the time travel fic) but still with Megumi alongside all of the tensions of his deal with jujutsu tech (which wasn't possible in the fic where they were separated as children). It let me play with new tensions on their dynamic that I won't get into because we haven't got into that part of the plot yet.

Which is a very long way of say that I stapled a bunch of things I wanted to talk about together until sea glass gardens resulted.

#sea glass gardens

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Here's a fun article. DO'D shares ten links to things on the internet that he finds funny. I watched all the clips tonight, which made for an enjoyable evening of both watching things that ranged from baffling to mildly amusing to very funny, and of enjoying the fact that David O'Doherty picked them.

There was only one thing on the list that I'd seen before, and what an excellent pick. I've gone off panel shows a lot compared to the way I was a few years ago, I now remember spending mid-2020 watching every single episode of 8 Out of 10 Cats and Catsdown within about six weeks and wonder why that seemed like a good idea. But I stand by some of it. I still have a great fondness for early Jon Richardson (how generous I am with when I'd consider his strong "early" period to end depends on mood on a given day). I still think Sean Lock was breath-takingly funny. Catsdown was a funny show for the first bunch of seasons. 8 Out of 10 Cats was not, it was almost never good, but they did strike some excellent chemistry once they threw Sean and John together and I will never get tired of re-watching the best moment to ever appear on that show:

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I enjoyed David O'Doherty deciding Carrot In a Box was special enough to include on this list, even though the list is clearly meant to be for offbeat indie humour and not large Channel 4 panel show. Carrot in a Box transcends boundaries.

My two favourite things on the list that I hadn't seen before were Simon Bird and Claudia O'Doherty:

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Simon Bird surprised me because I saw student comedy and I figured it would be a sort of novelty thing where part of the humour comes from laughing at him for being so young and different to how he is now. But nope, it was just legitimately very funny. I was sorry I hadn't seen it before and glad DO'D directed me to it. Also, this was a year before The Inbetweeners started airing, I hadn't realized he was still in university so soon before it. Seems surprisingly young, though when I think about it, I guess being a year out of university is still a bit old to play a high school kid.

That Claudia O'Doherty + Natasia Demetriou sketch was really funny too, I've done some CO'D trips through YouTube but hadn't seen that one before. Obviously this rec reminds me that DO'D/CO'D being locked in a radio studio all night with Daniel Kitson back in 2006/07/08 would be somewhere on my list of offbeat, out-of-the-box choices for funniest things I've ever heard (after the fairly judgmental post I made last night about finding it annoying when comedians talk about their relationship, DO'D/CO'D is my proof that I don't always object to that, it helps if they're annoying about it in a way that's intentional and self-aware), and it's lovely that 17 years later he's still called her the funniest person he knows. The sketch made me laugh, Claudia and Natasia were both very funny in it. She's right, magic is stupid (I may be willfully misinterpreting the sketch through the filter of my own views).

Besides that, on the list there is a sketch that's probably funny if you ever watch cricket. A couple of videos where I feel like I'm missing some important context, probably related to Irish TV, that would explain why they're so funny. And Instagram account, and I think it's probably one of my unreasonable old person opinions that I have trouble with people referring to a social media account as a piece of comedy on par with a stand-up routine or sketch or something like that, but mascots during moments of silence definitely are funny. There's a video of Irish donkeys where I do not understand the point but I'm glad David O'Doherty's had a good time watching it.

There's this, which confuses me, and I definitely don't think it's the masterpiece that DO'D seems to think it is, but I did enjoy watching it:

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I'm not sure how much I enjoyed that one personally, I felt like I could really see why DO'D found it so funny. It seems like very DO'D-style humour, even though DO'D whole thing is being lowkey and this video is not particularly lowkey. If you took those lyrics - and that style of delivering them - out of the giant band and transposed them to a lowkey plastic keyboard, I could see this being the foundation of a DO'D song.

On an only very tangentially related note, I was listening to an episode of the John/Elis radio show today, and they were talking about when you accidentally send a text message to the wrong person, and Elis said David O'Doherty has a song like that. Which he does, but what surprised me is that the producer Vin was the one who immediately jumped in and supplied the title and summary of the song.

I'd been thinking for some time that Vin can hold his own with comedians surprisingly well for a guy who's not involved in comedy (to be honest he'll sometimes get to the joke or punchline in a situation faster than Elis does). A while ago I heard him express interest in Andy Zaltzman, and I assumed this must be because he's a cricket fan (I have, since making that post, heard him mention cricket several times, so I've confirmed that that's not just an assumption I invented based on his race), because he's come to this comedy radio show via radio and music, not via comedy. But now he's out there referencing David O'Doherty songs, and I'd like to apologize to Producer Vin for not expecting him to know about comedy. The song about sending a text to the wrong person isn't a particularly deep O'Doherty cut, he plays it a lot, but still. Impressive reference, if you happen to be the sort of person who's impressed by Chocolate Milk Gang references, which I am. Made me like Vin even more, I'm going to miss him when they move to the BBC. Which is too soon. I only have about 40 Radio X episodes left. It seems infinite when I started and now I'm running out. For some reason I feel like the BBC ones won't be as good. I don't want to run out of Radio X. It's okay, the audiobook will add 12 extra hours.

...I've veered pretty far off topic here, the main takeaway from this post is that you should watch the lethally meta Simon Bird student routine, and the Claudia O'Doherty/Natasia Demetriou sketch. You can watch the other things from the article if you want to, as I did, but I mainly recommend those. And obviously everyone should be re-watching Carrot in a Box at regular intervals anyway, for your health.

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ageofbajabule · 1 year

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Gingerbread Houses

Jake x F! Reader

Warning: Tooth rotting Fluff

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You’ve always spent Christmas with the Kiszka’s but this year was the first one spent with Jake as a couple.

Masterlist: 🤍

Author’s Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HANUKKAH! For those that celebrate! Enjoy this short fluff fic! I was feeling festive with Christmas being around the corner. I decided to write some Christmas scenarios, the rest of the boys will be uploaded by the end of the week❤️

“Jake! You can’t put a penis on the gingerbread man!” You started laughing watching him try to create this masterpiece of his. “Why not! You can’t tell the two apart without it.” He tried justifying his answer, the two of you were making gingerbread houses for a Christmas activity. It was your first Christmas together as a couple.

Jake and you have been friends for years, and had finally come to your senses on how you both felt with one another earlier on in the year. This was a special time of the year for you both, considering your families spend Christmas together. In fact the guys always cracked a joke at how the two of you would end up together at some point. And they weren’t wrong. Oh Y/N! It’s so nice to have you here!” Karen came into the dinning room hugging you, “I’m glad to be here! Thanks for always inviting us into your home Karen. We really appreciate it.” You smiled, giving her a squeeze before letting go, “Of course! And Jacob have some manners in front of your girlfriend…” She looked at him smiling before exiting the room.

“Yeah Jacob…” You teased him, he smirked. “Watch that tone princess.” You bit your lip, “Whatever you say Jakey…” You walked up to him kissing his lips softly. He kissed you back instantly. You then heard a familiar voice chime in, “Can you guys get a room!” Sam walked into the dining room. “Besides, I need to help Mom set up for dinner here.” Jake started laughing as he patted his brother on the back, “Oh relax, it's not like my tongue was down her throat.” You started to gather the gingerbread houses to move to the family room to finish. “Just about!” Sam tried to argue, you guys then moved over to the family room to finish your houses.

Jake put the finishing touches on his gingerbread people before placing them in front of the house. You finished just shortly after, looking at the masterpieces you two created. “Did you put the gum drops as boobs?” You looked at Jake’s gingerbread house. “Yes, yes I did…” He started laughing, and you chimed in with him. “I thought this was a family fun activity? Oh well…” You giggled, “Hey now! You can’t put the blame on me, when we were in high school you would break the poor gingerbreads legs off!” Your eyes went wide at remembering that, “We do not speak of that Jacob!” “It’s only fair!” He smirked and started tickling you which made you jerk, making your gingerbread house break.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry…” He looked up at you, “No it's okay, my dumbass just didn’t put enough icing to stick it together.” You laughed looking at the mess it made, shortly after Karen was calling everyone to go eat. Jake quickly cleaned up the mess before walking with you to the dining room to eat. You were greeted by your parents who had finished helping Karen bring the dishes out, it was only Christmas Eve dinner so nothing too crazy. Tomorrow was the actual feast. Throughout dinner you stole glances at Jake as he did the same, you all had shared stories from this year to one another. And of course Josh had told the story of when Jake fell on stage because he was distracted by you in the crowd. Making Jake give him a death glare as he was embarrassed at the show from that.

After everyone was finished with dinner, Jake had helped Josh clean up the plates and such. You helped Sam clean the table, and make the dining room neat again. Then you heard Jake calling you into the living room, you sure enough followed his voice and were met with a little gift. “Jake it’s not christmas yet…” You looked up at him as he was handing you a box wrapped in red wrapping paper. “I know, but I wanted you to have it now. I couldn’t wait any longer.” He smiled, moving a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Well c’mon. Open it!” He chuckled softly, you didn’t hesitate unwrapping the box and opening it. Inside was a ring, a promise ring to be exact. It was white gold, and had a little heart rhinestone.

“Jakey…” Your eyes started to well up with tears. “I promise to be devoted to you, love you, care for you and always be there for you. And I promise that I will marry you one day. I love you so much Y/N. You mean the absolute world to me, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Your tears started to fall, smiling at him. “I love you, and I love this…” You started to giggle softly putting the ring on. “It’s perfect Jake. Thank you.” You smiled, pulling him into a hug. You laid your head against his chest, feeling his arms wrap around you tightly. He kissed the top of your head, “Merry Christmas princess.” “Merry Christmas Jakey.”

Karen walked in with her polaroid camera, “Oh c’mon! Let’s get a picture of you two love birds!” She smiled, as you two turned towards her posing nicely. She took the picture real quick, then she grabbed her phone to take another. That’s when Jake tilted you back kissing your lips softly keeping his arms around you so you wouldn’t fall, and you held onto him for dear life. Enjoying this moment with him. His mom took a photo of that and giggled softly, “Aw… You’re going to make me cry…” Jake pulled away from you, “Come here mom.” He smiled, opening his arm to get her in a hug with you two. Karen walked over hugging the both of you tightly, “I love you both very much.” You smiled into the hug, “We love you too.” Jake and you chimed in before breaking the hug.

Jake held you close to him, kissing your hand softly. He ran his thumb over your ring. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a real ring eventually…” He smirked softly, “For now this will do…” You blushed, kissing his cheek softly, “Come on! Let’s go make hot chocolate and watch The Santa Clause!” You giggled, grabbing his hand dragging him along with you. “You better put extra marshmallows in mine!” Jake exclaimed to you.

Another Christmas in the books, but the first of many more with Jakey… <3

#jake x reader #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x y/n #jake gvf #jake greta van fleet #greta van fleet #gvf x reader

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shedoessoshedoes · 1 year

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Just for one sad moment imagine how Elain feels after Solstice. Imagine her thinking Azriel leaving was the worst case scenario. Imagine her living out All Too Well (Ten Minute Version) in real life because

she walked (kind of) through the door with him

something about [the townhouse] felt like home somehow

she left her scarf there, at her sister’s house, and he’s still got it, in his drawer, even now. (you cannot tell me Az never took something that smelled like Elain from one of Feyre and Rhys’s houses)

he (with her) had a sweet disposition and she had a wide-eyed gaze

and maybe it was autumn when it felt like everything was falling like pieces into place

and she knows it’s long gone now

the magic they had isn’t here anymore

and she might be okay when feyre asks how she is, but she’s not fine at all

wind in her hair (when they’d fly together) she was there, she remembers it all too well

Az told her about his mom, and Elain had found a book of old pictures of all the bats together

he told her about everything that had happened to him because he hoped the future could be her

and she was thinking what with all the time they’d been spending together he was going to admit it was love (but he never called it what it was)

then three months after the almost kiss (they were dead and gone and buried) he tried to convince her it was fine but wouldn't tell her the story of why he’d been avoiding her

but he can’t check a (seemingly) dead pulse and come back swearing its the same

all she’d felt was shame (since that night) (that one nearly perfect night)

but there was nothing Elain thought she could do

sometimes she forgets about him for long enough she forgets why she needs to (but she forgets so, so rarely)

she thinks about them in the middle of the night, dancing in the kitchen in the low, low light

when she’d come downstairs to meet him

it was a rare, stolen moment, and she remembers it all too well.

they’d always told themselves ‘nobody needs to know’

tried to pretend like it meant nothing

Azriel kept her like one of his secrets, but Elain kept him like a sacred oath

maybe, she thinks, whatever they had was lost in translation; her still mostly human, and him all fae

maybe, she thinks, she needed too much from him; maybe he didn’t want to be anything more than friends

but maybe, she thinks, they had a masterpiece, and he tore it all up

she’d wondered if it had something to do with her age: maybe if he hadn't been nearly six hundred, or she had been a little older, they would’ve been fine (this made her want to die)

did she misread his view of her? did he just see her as a never-needy, ever-lovely jewel, like almost everyone else seemed to? maybe he didn't think she was the kind of girl that cried to Mor about what happened

she’d watched the front door the whole night of her birthday, willing him to come, and Nesta had to remind her that the night was supposed to be fun

time won’t fly, it’s like she’s paralyzed by it

she’d like to be her old self again (she feels like a ghost without him) but she’s still trying to find it

after garden days and nights when he’d almost made her his own

now she walks home alone (but she’s never gotten the presents she gave him back)

(I again believe Az has something that smells like her: it reminds him of innocence, and bread, and roses)

she had loved him so

and then he’d lost the person he claimed was the one real thing he’d ever known

his rejection broke her skin and bones

she's lost almost half her weight

she wonders, sometimes, if the twin flames of their passion had painted him as blue as his siphons

or if the ‘love affair’ maimed him, too

because in Velaris’s barren, cold winters, she remembers the first snowfall of last winter, when she’d been with him. (it glistened as it fell)

she remembers it all too well

it was rare, what they had, and she remembers it all too well.

#elriel #azriel #elain #elain archeron #acotar #acotar headcannon #elriel headcannon #taylor swift #all too well

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