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the-milk-monarch · 4 months

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Hello! I just want ya to know that u are my favorite writer for tdi in all honesty. I love how thought out your work is and how detailed it is. I saw that you wrote for Cody If so, could you possibly write a thing about how they would act if the reader was Chris’s favorite intern, and would sneak free gifts to help them in challenges (not that big just little small things) like a sweater for when they are somewhere cold, or a cookie if chefs cooking was bad. Could they also be confident and funny? (Strong reader supremacy).

I know you have a lot on your plate, it’s ok to deny or take as long as you need. Feel free to use this idea for other charecters :)

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☣ Aw that's so sweet to hear, tysm!! I never thought anyone would enjoy my writing so much so that's really lovely to hear 🫶 I try my best to write well thought out stuff bc I honestly enjoy thinking about it lol

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⚠︎ | setting: Total Drama: World Tour

Cody really likes being around you.

You emit energy that just gives him that daily boost.

Whether it's your confidence and lightheartedness or a good joke, he usually has a smile while hanging around you.

He also likes to join in on playing the comedian with you if he feels creative, so you're a fun duo!

He's curious why Chris likes you so much.

I mean, he can see why, you're like, the best person ever to be around, (in his opinion) but still.

And you're kind enough to share anything extra with him!

You got him by a surprise when it first happened, as at the time you were friendly, but only briefly spoke to each other.

Next on the trip list was "Yukon". You knew it was gonna be cold. But being the TV host's favorite intern wasn't that bad, you knew you were probably gonna get decent clothing. As you expected, the temperature was freezing. But of course, Chris couldn't be cold, so he got himself a cozy and stylish jacket. You and Chef also got the blessing of getting something warm to wear, unlike the rest of the campers. You felt some hope after Chris announced that he ordered the jackets for the others, but it quickly washed away when you heard his response to Heather that "they should arrive in six to eight weeks". You sighed, but ultimately you were helpless to do anything. You took a liking to Cody, he was fun to be around and you thought his "tough man" was both entertaining and kinda sweet. I mean, at least he tried, right? You started talking in the short moments when you both had a break and a chance to interact with someone in between the challenges. You never went out of your way to help anyone as it was technically cheating, but you felt like you had to do something when you saw Cody freezing after he fell into the cold water and Sierra had to rescue him. You saw her throw him on the land from the floating ice block, thinking he's somewhat safe now, until you heard the abrupt sound of him hitting the nearby mountains which made you cringe from the secondhand pain. Once the camera focused on the other contestants trying to make it through the challenge, you sneakily approached Cody, who was visibly shaking while laying on his back and processing what just happened. "Oof- Dude, you alright?" You hovered above him with a concerned look on your face. "Y-Y/N?" He managed to stutter out while the cold tried to shut up him up. You offered him a hand so he could get up, to which he accepted with a shaking grip. Without a word, you gave him the only thing you had on you, your jacket. "T-That's for me?" He asked, a bit in disbelief for your kind act. "Of course, I can't let you freeze to death." You quickly explained with a smile on your face. "But what about you?" He questioned once more, seeing as you had nothing else to put on. "Hey, I haven't fallen into the freezing water, did I?" You pointed out, although you appreciated him worrying about you as well. "R-Right." He flashed a shaky smile and extended his hand as you passed him the clothing item. "T-Thank you." He tried to keep his teeth from grinding, which stopped as soon as he put it on. The cold was still biting your ass, but at least you felt good knowing he wasn't about to die anymore. Cody started to feel a bit awkward seeing you start to shake, though. "Hey- now that you're the one being cold, I feel kinda selfish here." He admitted, halfly-joking. You took a second before responding. "Well- There's always an option with huddling for warmth" You responded, also halfly-serious. You didn't mind close contact and free warmth, so you hoped Cody wouldn't either. "Unless you got cold feet." You heard a slight chuckle come out of his lips after your words. "Okay. But only to break the ice." He put on a grin which showed his goofy tooth gap. He was pleasantly surprised with the amount of casualness from you, but also a bit lost on how to act, so he resorted to lightning up the mood as well. You reciprocated the giggle and stepped closer, feeling his body against yours. He hesitated a little, but finally embraced you into his arms. "Don't let Sierra see you though, you might make some enemies with her after that." He warned you only slightly serious about it.

Cody was far more casual and friendly with you after that one kind gesture.

And with time, he began to see you as legit one of the closest people he got to meet on the show.

But the thing that made him enamored in you was when you got to his heart through his stomach.

You knew that the teams had to endure Chef's horrible cooking each time they lost, and you were glad when you didn't have to worry about the food being a probable cause of your death when Chris gave you your share of the meals. So, naturally you also wanted to grant that opportunity to your close acquaintance as well. Per usual, you approached Cody after you had a moment to yourself. "Hey Codemeister, what's up?" He turned his head towards you as he heard the familiar tone of your voice. "Y/N, hey!" His face lighted up and he straightened his back to properly look at you while sitting on the crappy, wooden seat, "Had your dinner already?" You asked casually, sitting next to him. "If that's what you call it- yeah." He cringed at the economy class food. "Why?" "Well, I just had this cookie that i conveniently kept for you, so..." You slightly teased as your hand slowly got the packaged, delicious goods out of your pocket. "What, dude, no way!" He gasped slightly as he saw the cookie in it's glory. "It's mine?" "Yeah." You nodded with a smile, already happy about his excited reaction. "You're amazing!" He attacked you with a hug without thinking twice. You felt Sierra staring daggers at you.

#total drama #total drama x reader #x reader #headcanon #imagine #gn reader #gender neutral reader #cody #td cody #total drama world tour #td cody x reader #ask #request #headcanons #total drama cody x reader #intern reader

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rokirokiro · 1 year

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Shuichi Saihara x Reader (Love Letter)

Short fic! Reader's gender is not specified so gender neutral I think

cw : not perfect English because it's not my first language, not proofread

The bell rang, which puts an end to the (language) lesson on the very day. The class started being lively again right after the teacher stepped out of the classroom, heading to another class.

You prepared everything necessary for the next lesson as you peeked at your best friend who's sitting beside you, talking to a few girl classmates who were standing beside him. You decided not to bother him and start gazing at the blue sky. It was beautiful, the shape of the clouds are beautiful. You were about to daydream until a certain sigh caught your attention. You turned your head to the right.

"What's the matter, Saihara?" you asked the sour-faced dude, eyeing on the letters on his hands. "Yow, love letters again? You sure are popular." "Don't even start it, (name)." he responded as he placed the letters on his bag. "I appreciate them liking me, but they should've like someone else, really. I'm nothing special."

You tilted your head, confused with his statement. "What do you even mean? Nothing special? You're good inside and outside, charming personality and charming face. No question why everybody is in love with you, man. Geez, you ungrateful, many people wants to be you, yknow?" he just stared at you, refuse to make this topic any longer. You're about to open your mouth when a teacher stepped into the class, interrupting the conversation. Every student started standing up and greeted the teacher.

"If you think so highly of me, why won't you deliver a love letter already?" the boy next to you whispered to himself, along with a little blush on his cheeks that you failed to notice.

boy the No Hope?Shuichi blowed up on instagram omgg also this is a short fic that I thought of when I was eating for lunch I hope you all enjoy :D

Don't ask me why hes popular bc WHA U MEAN HES NOT POPULAR WITH THAT KINDA FACE????

#shuichi saihara #saihara shuichi x reader #drv3 #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #gender neutral reader #shuichi saihara x reader

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craxkbaby · 15 days

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HEY BROOO, HOW'S LIFE? how are you and your girlfriend doing?? :33

I'm in need of advice for something and you seem like the perfect person to ask. I really want to get back into writing fanfiction, but I don't have a lot of skills or time and only have decent motivation at best😭😭 I wrote a Slashers fanfiction (platonic) back in 2022 (that's now unfinished, there's only one chapter left to write) on Wattpad and it gained some attention and I don't feel like it was the best... that's pretty where my writing career ended😞😞

Soooo, the point is, what advice would you give to a beginner writer? It can be about anything, like motivation, time, improvement of skills, not mischaracterizing characters etc. I hope I'm not bothering you with this and you don't have to reply!! 😄😄

also, one reason that I have for wanting to get back into it is because there's a severe lack of gender neutral and especially male reader and I want to help at least a little bit with making more fics with that type of reader and because I'm in a decent amount of fandoms (20+) I wanna write for

bye bye and remember to drink water!! :D

OMG HIII ilysm like I love all my homies BLSUEHS PLATONICALLY!!!1!1 TBH.. I’m gonna tell you HOW I got into writing and how I just got better at it as I continued on!!!

FIRST, I just got moots. My first one was Krash (guys go follow him NOW.) I didn’t really write anything as first and I just kinda floated around tumblr UNTILL Krash gave me my first post to write!!!!!

He kinda helped me get my writing journey started! My first write wasn’t as best, but the more I wrote the more I got better! I make my writing so detailed because I get detailed requests.

And tbh I relate to the motivation you have.. cuz me too dude!! I just don’t like to rush myself or be rushed. But sometimes I just push through and it isn’t always the best since my writing gets sloppy.. but I don’t like to take too long and keep the person who requested waiting so long!

BUTT my motivation gets the best at night, when I’m watching something or just laying down. I just enjoy being in a quiet environment.

AND YESSS THE LACK FOR GN AND MALE READER IS SOOO REALLLL!! It would be awesome to write about that, but you can have multiple options and write about fem male and gn!!

But I just like to make my writing detailed because I find it more enjoyable!! It’s best if you get like detailed requests to help with that! I can always be your first request hehehehwhehahaw laughs

So always take your time, don’t make anyone rush you because you don’t owe anything to anyone when it comes to your writing! The more time you take, the more your writing will look at its best!!!

For motivation, whenever you’re feeling like you want to write its best GET UP and write before that motivation runs away from you.

Mischaracterizing is like, sorta hard to avoid since everyone has their own preferences on the characters they love. They all got their own headcanons and allat, AND YK THATS OKAY! That’s how I write Jason Todd and I haven’t been criticized for mischaracterizing yet!!

The way I improved is by reading other peoples works and I’m just like “wow, I want to write like that!” And I just like, try to copy the way they word words and how they write!!!

And this might sound corny, but I honestly improved my writing by listening to music that matches the scenarios, like angst, romance, platonic. That just helps me for some reason..

SIGH THATS ALL THE ADVICE I GOT RN. IF U WANT MORE HELP U CAN ALWAYS ASK ME IN DMS!!!

#🌐jay is yapping

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mistaeq · 4 years

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Hope u don't mind me requesting again but I was wondering if u could do headcanons for the crusaders with a reader who likes to quote memes or vines like when she's got an idea of some sort she's just like "oh yeah, big brain time" or they're in a fight with an enemy she's like "I'ma bad b*tch you can't kill me", I just wanna see their reaction to someone with that chaotic energy (sorry if this doesn't make sense ':>)

Stardust Crusaders: With a s/o who Quotes Memes and Vines

TW // none

Thank you for your request! I genuinely had a lot of fun writing this idea for these five dorky men <3 enjoy!

Stardust Crusaders with a s/o who's often quoting memes and Vines, had to be fem!s/o, but I didn't need to point out reader's gender while writing, so it turned out kinda neutral.

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KUJO JOTARO

He's annoyed by your habit most of the time, but he can't deny that sometimes the result is pretty hilarious, above all when you happen to do it when fighting against enemy stand users.

Jotaro was trying to figure out a way to attack without being noticed, to make sure it could be effective and quick, when he heard you whisper "Big brain time", and the second after, you suddenly screamed at the top of your lungs, yeeting your stand against the enemy stand user.

"YOU'RE TRYING TO FUCK WITH MY HOMIES RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?" screeching more or less the same way Stroheim would have done years ago, you guide your attack, your stand successfully making the enemy retire.

He tries to look annoyed and pissed, but you still managed to win, and he must admit he's a proud boyfriend. Jotaro is silently complimenting you, in his mind. Still, he scolds you. You acted in an irresponsible way and you could get really hurt.

When you see him so pissed over your behavior, all you manage to do is trying to ignore him. "Y/n, I'm not done with you." you usually shrug. "...Hi Not Done With You, I'm y/n."

Sometimes you both wonder how did such different people like you two end up together. But to be honest, Jotaro getting worried over you is something you enjoy, and seeing you so confident in your fighting skills makes Jotaro feel all proud and relieved you're not breaking down.

JOSEPH JOESTAR

He doesn't really know what these hilarious sentences are, but hearing you quoting them always gives him a reason to say he's in a good mood despite the pressure DIO puts on your lives.

The six of you were on your way to Pakistan, just before your fight with Wheel Of Fortune, and you were sitting right next to Joseph. Out of boredom, you both were reading the road signs, and you took the occasion to be yourself.

"Road Work Ahead..." Joseph read out loud. You snorted, and rested your head on your hand, smiling at him, and answering, whispering to not to annoy your fellow crusaders. "Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does." The man loudly laughed, scaring Polnareff who was driving.

Unfortunately, after that hilarious moment, you got really hurt in the fight against Wheel Of Fortune, and before even thinking of driving a kilometer more, they had to be sure you were okay. You really looked dead.

Much to Joseph's relief, after he pulled you up from the ground, holding you tight in his arms and caressing your hair a couple of times, you opened your eyes. And noticed his ones were almost teary. Did he get that much scared?

You immediately smiled, not wanting to see him like that. You pulled a thumb up, a smug grin on your face. "I'm a bad bitch, he can't kill me." the man laughed, tenderly kissing your forehead and letting you back in the car.

MUHAMMAD AVDOL

He knows what those quotes are. Avdol doesn't really mind them, he finds those genuinely funny. But he minds them when you fuck up your protection just because you want to quote those.

He particularly remembers that time you were with Polnareff, when a clone of Avdol himself and a clone of Jean's sister, Sherry, were created by an enemy stand user. He was watching the two of you from afar, just before joining you and saving you. As soon as you saw the clone of your boyfriend, you eyed at Polnareff.

"Are you telling me you asked for THIS thing, Jean? This is not Avdol, this is some flesh without his feelings! This bitch's EMPTY!" your strong stand picked up the clone, and threw him violently on the ground, over Polnareff's head. "YEET!"

When you did that, it took no time for the clone to rip off a bite of your leg, and you couldn't express how much it hurt. When you learnt that the actual Avdol was there too, much to Polnareff's surprise since he didn't know anything, you immediately scolded your boyfriend.

"You could come and help a little sooner... mother trucker, dude. That bite hurt like a buttcheek on a stick." Avdol stayed silent for a couple of seconds, before bursting into a laughter with you, kissing your lips. "I missed you so much, babe."

Avdol spent the following twenty minutes in checking on you and making sure you had no more severe wounds that could interfere with your trip to Egypt. He's pretty apprehensive, when it comes to you.

KAKYOIN NORIAKI

He totally knows what those quotes are and laughs with you on those. It's likely for you and Noriaki to understand each other and communicate through memes and Vine quotes. It happens to be useful to talk without enemies understanding you.

The crusaders have plenty of war flashbacks of you and Kakyoin acting weird because of those. For example, the time you were walking with your boyfriend, along with Jotaro and Anne. You genuinely tried to hold back from quoting vines around Jotaro, but as soon as a man threw a paper on the ground and not in the bin, you two screamed.

"WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOM'S A HOE!" that's one of the reasons that pushed Jotaro and Anne to isolate themselves from the actual Kakyoin and the actual you, being attacked by Rubber Soul afterwards.

Rubber Soul and his fellow enemy stand users were an infuriating thing for you and Kakyoin. Last time you had a talk together, understanding they were only serving DIO for money, you found yourselves pissed off. Like for real.

"We here not having the money for some chicken nuggets and still helping Jotaro and Mr. Joestar for FREE and y'all want a hundred thousand dollars from a naked vampire? Not gonna happen, Karen!"

You're able to bring out the loudest part of Noriaki, since none of the crusaders like the same stuff of this type the way he does. You often call each other "dude" or "bitch" - regardless of your genders, in fact you called him a bitch several times -, even if you're an actual couple.

JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF

He doesn't really know what those quotes are, but he finds it hilarious when you say them, and gets interested in it, so that he can get the reference when you repeat those. He starts saying those too, afterwards.

It happened when you met Hol Horse, a fast, precise bullet coming towards you, as you and Polnareff moved a little, but enough for the bullet to get in the little space between you, leaving you safe and sound. It had scared you, you weren't gonna lie, and in both your minds, a perfect vine quote appeared.

"Ah, stooop. We coulda dropped our croissant." if that quote wasn't perfect to be said with your boyfriend... nothing else could ever be. You both laughed, as Hol Horse realized he was alone against two people, and before you could say anything more, he was running away.

Teaching vine and memes quotes to Polnareff is the cutest thing ever, because you know he's gonna use them sometime, with your fellow crusaders or with enemies. But he doesn't have a great memory, and will need your help.

"Next time you put your fuckin' hands on me, imma fucking... babe help." no wonder Enyaba was staring at you two with a scared and confused look on her face. "...rip your face off..." you helped him. "...rip your face off." Polnareff repeated. "...bitch." you added, whispering. "Putain." you choked on your breath, did Jean fucking say bitch in french?

Polnareff has no chill, if you're willing to risk it all for a vine quote, he'll fucking do it with you, no matter what. Jotaro wants you two dead.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo part three #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #joseph joestar #joseph x reader #muhammad avdol #avdol x reader #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff x reader #jojo headcanons

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smallestclowninthecircus · 3 years

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Season 3 notes popping off

due to my desire to not completely fail all my classes this year i made myself slow down significantly while listening to this season, and the fact that the other person i'm listening along with had to catch up. We've managed to convert several other people to start listening and its pretty great.

ep 81: what does it even mean to be chosen by one of them? And if he was chosen by the eye. we know Gertrude wasnt? Because she cut the eyes out of the magazines?

ep 82: elias lmao. I understand why people like him so much bahshdhdk i thought he was gonna snitch on Jon but he didnt so he's fine. Ok but how do we think he knew all that stuff. Idk probably just institute connections. I love the fact that the recorder just wants to record stuff randomly bjahsjdhd. Elias feels a lot like Michael in the sense that he knows more than he should and talks in a way that implies he just wants to wait and see how things play out for his own benefit. I understand him knowing the things that happened but his description of her emotions implies something paranormal. Maybe he's connected to one of the entities. Which one I cannot guess.

ep 83: did a file get delivered randomly to the place he's staying at? Probably elias lmao. He thinks the mannequin is related to the stranger. Idk I would believe it.

ep 84: worms? I know he says earth worms but idk. Again? Is she making gordon golems out of trash? Martin popping off. You can tell the statements get to him more that they get to Jon. How come martin is so mad about it? I want to assume he just doesnt want her to get stuck there but idk. Jude Perry. The calliope organ. Jon heard a circus in one of the last episodes

ep 89: he's talking to perry? Like jude Perry? He says ... God? Is that what it is? Lmao. The Desolation. Jon is tired of ppl being vague and not telling him stuff lmao. Oh God Jon is so confused. Compel her? Is she assuming he has some kind of power? Does he have powers? Hmm. im agreeing with jon here please jesus christ why does everyone have to be so cryptic. Just say what you mean. "maybe you get an itchy eye" bahasjkdfklsjdf girl what. Agnes saved her? Oh this is the girl from the cafe story? So theres the Cult of the Lightless Flame? They worship whatever entity this is? The Desolation? Why do they all seem like they sorta worship her then? Is Gretchen gonna die oh god. fuckin michael. a different michael aaah. i see. dont do it shes gonna burn you. sir. please. sir dont you dare do- WHAT DID I SAY what did you think was gonna happen hhh.

ep 90: try to make it less obvious you're trying to get fired big T. Elias that doesnt sound like the most healthy thing to do. oh dear is this gonna be triggering for me. uuuuuh. uuuuuuuuuh. doesnt seem like it ok gonna keep listening. Jared. hmmmmm. Ok we've seen Keay and hotner or whatever his name was.

ep 91: Michael Crew. Oh is this the lightning scar guy. Mister jon sir did you just die. No? God everyone is so fuckin cryptic. Say normal things please. They all just like to go on about pain and agony and j e s u s c h r i s t we get it you got hurted by whatever thing. So theyre avatars? question mark? Jude Perry is an avatar of The Desolation? hhhh fractals. thats a spiral thing innit. Yup. messing with your perceptions. God they all talk about feeding their god and feeding that which feeds them and. hh what does that meann. Leave big J. please. uh oh. is it daisy? how come he has the web lighter still? the tape recorder just turns on sometimes you know how it is. So he can compel people? not that he knows it obviously but. a bit wack. powers go brr i guess? If the eye just wants knowledge i guess he feeds it by getting the statements? b/c i doubt it wants him to murder ppl or whatever.

ep 92: elias you all knowing fuck what do you know. (i guess all given what i just said) Lukas. Heard of them before. Mordecai Lukas. Loneliness. The lonely even. Jonah Magnus. Elias ur sounding like a bit of a dickhead rn. lmao jon's just like "i dont care" elias what is ur deal. Why does he want to tie her in. ohh i see. lmao theyre all just like "elias why" The Unknowing lol seems very much like something the eye wouldnt like. lol elias is gettin all philosophical. what does it really mean to be human. this still doesnt answer why gertrude wanted to destroy the archives tho.

ep 93: bahsjdfh he seems so dead inside rip. awww admiral. i love him already. ghh breacon and hope. purple mold. doesnt sound like anything we've seen so far. I think the funniest explanation for breacon and hope is that they dont actually serve the stranger they just kinda happen to be a random neutral party that cart around random spooky entity related stuff. ooooh. when we hear the slight static of the tape recorder it's cuz he's compelling ppl.

ep 94: the end! listen man they were all just grayed up for 4/13.

ep 95: the end also? death but also savagery/ animalistic shit. aww martin. lmao becerra. she's just been chillin in the corner.

ep 96: return to sender. haha minecraft go brr. prediction: breacon and hope? yup there we go. jon why is there an echo. are you in a stairwell? is he gonna eat it- yup. how did i call it. unsure abt what theyre talking about but ok. they kidnapped someone? Sarah Baldwin. ooooh that guy.

ok im just putting this here so i have notes for when nicholas gets to this part. It seems like (from jon's conversation with jude perry) that the desolation and the eye are kinda at odds with eachother? like i guess not directly but it seems like they dont really vibe? so how could be with both. Cuz if he has the heat powers and shit then we know he's an avatar of the desolation. but then why does he have so much eye imagery. also he got burned intentionally? like jude did when she went on her monologue about the feeling of burning? but then why did he wear the eye pendant. it stops him from being burned all the way which seems like he's not fully accepting the fire or whatever.

Nooooo I lost like a bunch of my notes rip. I keep forgetting to save.

Ep 104: tim gives a coherent statement without jon even being there. Ugh. Fucking robert smirk. Dont like him. Joey. Dont recognize the name. The show must go on. Clown. The spooky circus?

ep 105: total war... shogun 2? jon is just understanding languages again. "if i understood mandarin or cantonese" are you sure you dont big man?

ep 106: havent we heard this one already? mans in space? oh no this is just another episode in space. fairchild... uuuh. cant remember. oh! this is related to that! this is one of the ppl from the other side. sounds like a Vast thing. oh he's the one that the dude saw? but that guy didnt have a face... she's sorta like jon. wanting to dismiss the statements. lmao i love the workplace gossip. ace jon for the win! oh cmon elias dont be a dick. sunny meadows or whatever. thats the place we heard about.

ep 107: oh great is it jude perry again. Third Degree. bahahsdkfj she was arrested. sorry but imagining this old british lady getting arrested is funny. she was trying to resurrect him. using the skin book. he's not feeling well. jon take a nap. i wonder if this is what happens when he uses his powers too much. He gets into The Zone when he reads statements lol. didn't we have a burning train car in anothre statement? is it julia fairchild? bahahahs "kidnapped. Again." poor jon honestly. julia... about her dad. daughter of the murder shed guy? hunting like your dad liked to hunt or normal people hunting. oh hunting vampires!

ep 108: melanie has been suffering. poor martin peter lukas why do you have to be like this. can he not just use the front door? does he have to bother the ppl doing statements?

ep 109: how come he cut her off? kinda rude tbh. its either jon's influence or there was smth he didnt want her saying. is it gerard on the table? this sounds kinda like smth from one of the university episodes. is it the closed eye on the hand? yup. he's like one of the students! if the thing listening in is elias then... he can do that without the tape recorder yknow. plus who's to say it wont just turn itself on again

110: who wants to bet its a leitner?

111: Lukas related to The Lonely. I used to not like Gerard that much but i like him more now. but i thought there were 15? ohhh thats right isnt flesh newer? gerry for the win honestly. finally telling jon things.

112: lol "again" no one ever tells any of these ppl anything. tim and basira are just out of the loop constantly. music, like the war episodes. The hunt or the slaughter? probably the hunt. so Daisy is related to the hunt right? basira likes the reading, she's doing fine at the institute. daisy's getting worried...

113: it just turned on randomly. what is it lol. explossives! oh boy. why do they always assume he turned it on intentionally. melanie youre not making me like you that much. which entity is this about i cant tell. lol he was disappointed it was just the end. The title Breathing Room made me think it was gonna be about the buried but i guess not. So many of these entities deal with death but the end is one that deals in just death. it has no need for fancy deaths, just death is enough

114: more hilltop road statements? the tree. oh boy. ok the tree has 8 arms obviously theres the spider parallels. was she taken into an alternate universe? oh no. jon tries to phrase things so he's not asking questions. thats honestly good. "sometimes i was kidnapped" oh dear. they got gertrude. daisy ur so odd lmao. who wants to bet they dont know the tape recorder's running?

115: silaca? or whatever? antique man? meat grinder... related to the meat is meat episode? oh wow. they buy antiques from him. maybe dont antagonize this creature which can kill you?

116: lol theyre all just so done with elias. music? is it like the one band that if you hear them you die or wtvr. oh its chess? i am very much confused. mmm stranger go brr. gorilla skin? oh shit the dance. woah. this is so good. this is so gender. the words are wonderful. "you can just say tim" lmao trying to fool elias never feels like a good idea.

117: except elias lmaoo. oh shit. leitner getting some use for once idk. bruuh poor melanie she has been thru so much shit. martin you can just say youre worried about jon. lol he's so accurate in his jon impression. lol who was that. was that daisy? lmaoo. oop hi tim. oh god i hope tim doesnt die. i feel like i wouldve heard about that? but im not sure. destroying the source of knowledge is gonna be hard for jon. yay jon! you did a good thing. let him rest.

118: go off martin lmao. awww poor martin. oh god the tape gets that squealy quality and its awful.

119: woah. lots of things happening. uhh. POP OFF TIM!!

120: lmao elias giving a statement about jon's dreams lol. damn jon doesnt even get his own dreams? has to stay Watching even when he's asleep? f in the chat this man goes thru so much shit. oh boy its peter. lol martin my beloved. idk i dont trust peter.

#tma #neptune's tma notes #notes #tma season 3

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I hope you write for Michael Myers, I just need him with a platonic gn s/o. Like, s/o is just 'oh u killed someone? Goodjob, bud, have some dinner' THEN CASUALLY PATS HIM IN THE BACK. Idk why but I need more platonic fics aaaaaaaa

YES I DO lmaoaoosnfkef im super excited my first ask!! i hope i dont disappoint!! im writing this at like 3 am lmaaoaosl!!!

that one guy with the blood on his clothes, you know him?

pairing: michael myers x platonic! gender-neutral! reader

You absolutely knew you were screwed when you heard the unusual stomping of possibly large feet. You shiver - you knew you shouldn't go up there. That's what most horror movies taught you.

You also knew that you probably shouldn't call out to the unknown being! But you did anyway because who cares. Maybe if you seem cooler than you already are, maybe - just maybe - they'll spare you.

Hm. You thought, what a nice thought! But.. press x for doubt. Ah, shit. What if the dude mudered somebody?! Ah fuck. What should i do? Ah FUCK WHAT DO I DO, GOD SHOULD I CALL THE POLICE?!

"Uhh.." You hear yourself say. "I, uh - I know you're up there! Uhh.. fuck. Do you want to - " You immediately pause. That was so stupid what the fuck me. Do you want to come down?? That was what you were going to say - but instead said this:

"COME DOWN OR I UHHHH EAT YOUR CHILDREN - "

You couldn't help but scream internally. You couldn't believe you just said that - actually, in real life. Why the fuck would you say that? The person probably doesn't have kids. Maybe they do - you don't know them - do you?

A loud squeaky creak interrupted you from your thoughts. You peer up, picking up your chin from resting on your purlicue to see a large man on the top step of your rickety old fucking stairs.

"Ahaha!" You laughed pompously, putting your hands on your waist, "I see you don't want your children to be eaten! Good choice! Come on down!"

Despite your easy-going-ness on the outside, you were sobbing disgusting-ly inside.

The man made no move.

You switch on the light to your right - how convenient!

The hallway and the stairs lit up.

That man was the boogeyman of Haddonfield. In your fucking house.

"Uhhh.." You trail off. Noticing the absolute fucking mess on his clothing - hm. What was he wearing? Some weird uhhhh fucking outfit that a guy fixing a car would wear, you suppose.

"I see you've got blood on your hands ol' chap!" You might die - but you might as well have some fun!

"Howza bout we go fix you up some dinner and get your cleaned up! Huh? Hows'sat sound?"

You got scared and literally almost pissed your pants when he stepped down from the top stair. He was threatening you wasn't he?

"I'm sorry!" You weep, falling into your knees dramatically. "Don't kill me! Take my money! My food! But not the cat - "

A shadow looks over you - your thoughts immediately- 'How'd he get there so quietly??'

"Uhh.." You trail off, before looking away from the creepy mask that mocked a human face. Kind've, at least - mocked a human face, you mean.

"So anyways, good ol chap! My good pal! You did so good on doing whatever you did, so how-za bout some thin-crust pizza??" You stood apruptly, newfound vigor and absolute confidence pumped through your veins.

You were absolutely astonished to see the boogeyman nod once - it was so slight you barely noticed.

"Aha! Well then! Follow me, good sir!"

The man dressed in the blue, grimy uh.. bodysuit? followed you down the hallway, and into the kitchen. Two pizza boxes were on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"I got onions and mushrooms and stuff on one pizza, then i got one regular pepperoni. We shall feast!"

You had a small plate on the floor next to the island that had a small round thin slam of salami. Your friendly feline whom you've named Vore meowed and jogged towards the man behind you.

You watch as Vore rubbed themselves onto the boogeyman's legs. "Anyways. We shall feast!"

"Hey so," You swallow what you had in your mouth, almost choking on a large piece you thought you chewed, the boogeyman turned his head towards you, mask up slightly to reveal his lips so he could eat. You take another bite, chew quickly and swallow - "Why were you in my house? Were you going to murder me?"

The boogeyman didn't respond, but instead, took another bite of the thin crust pizza.

"I'd kill me too." You nodded with a chuckle, before taking, once again, another bite.

The boogeyman shook his head, opening his mouth to possibly respond - but he shut his mouth.

"Naah it's chill. I got a paper and pen on the counter besides you." You were eager to know what he was going to say.

Soon, the boogeyman was writing down some words.

He hands you the piece of paper, you rub your hands off on your pants before taking hold of the paper.

'i am michael no i did not come in to kill you i needed to hide'

"Ohh! Chill. That's cool." You hand him the paper back. He leaned over the counter - and began writing.

' i will be leaving.'

The paper said.

"Ah, damn. Really? Well, thanks for not killing me, you're a real one. Also! Good job on murdering! I don't care what you do - also uhhhh visit me? We're kinda friends now."

Michael placed the pen down and nodded - you gape, "Wait really? Cool! You know, I'm making some cookies tomorrow just for the fuck of it, you wanna come by, grab some and do what you need'a do?"

He nodded.

You salute him as he left through the hole in your fence. You sigh - closing the back door.

"What the fuck. I can't belive I'm actually friends with the boogeyman of Haddonfield now. This is so dope. Anyways. yummy fucking ice. yum yum yum crunch crunch."

You glance down at your cat, you was staring at you weird.

"I know. I'm a weird one 😔✌."

#michael myers x reader #slasher #slashers x reader #boogeyman x reader #michael myers x you #michael myers x y/n #yeehaw lmfaoooo #slasherslikebeetroot

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blackvelvetwriteson · 3 years

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Hi baby🥰🥰 please don't feel obligated to answer this or anything. But could you write some headcanons for Tendou & Sugawara? They could be platonic or not, nsfw or sfw, idrc. I just wanna see some Tendou x Suga headcanons 😌 oki bye I love you💖

Hi baby! Of course I’m gonna answer, don’t worry. Amidst all of this Thanksgiving bullshit, I’m already watching Haikyuu so I decided to whip up some of these HCs for you bc 1) you asked, duh, 2) I need to write for Haikyuu anyways, and 3) SUGAAAAAA BEBEIIIII imsorryiminlovewithHIMMMM-

Anways, so have some nipple sucking HCs because that’s what came to mind first- I love you so much and I hope this is what you wanted!

𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

-- 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘒ō𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪

GENRE: Smut

FANDOM: Haikyuu!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT! Just overstim, slight dacryphilia, nipple sucking- duh, and swearing!

SUMMARY: Just Reader-Chan (gender neutral) sucking on best boi nipples.

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈

He’s always enjoyed your guys’s encounters ever since the two of you first met.

You started off as a friend of the team of course, introduced to the other members by Hinata with his extroverted self.

Immediately, you took a liking to Sugawara; I mean y’all did go to the same school for awhile and were in the same class so it only made sense.

Everyone around you already knew you and him would make it out of high school.

You’d always hang out with each other, and when you two were alone, that’s when he asked you out.

Hell yeah! He cared for his team, so it only makes sense that he cared for you a little more because you were his S/O

It goes without saying that he was fairly traditional.

… And sensitive.

So when you asked him- directly- if you could suck on his nipples, he instantly turned red and fell silent.

At first, you thought you struck a nerve and hurt him in some way because his eyes started to glisten more.

“I-It was just a suggestion- we don’t have to do it.”

He looked even more red, this being one of the only times he’d let you dom him.

“Get on top.”

No other direction had to be said, and he quickly- and easily- forced you into his lap.

You couldn’t help but to notice- already- how hard he was under you.

I guess he really is an imaginative character, huh?

He closed his eyes and looked away, his nipples already hard and peeking at you from under his shirt.

The both of you were in college, but it was apparent that something like this had never happened to him before.

You couldn’t help but to run your hands under his shirt first, feeling around his toned chest.

Just to fish for his reactions, you palmed his hardened nipples and smirked as you waited.

It was a short wait; instantly, his back arched and his body pushed into yours as he clenched his eyes shut.

You thought you’d hurt him until he leaned into you and let out one of his breathy moans that you loved so much.

“Harder,” he panted at you as he whined, wrapping one of his dainty hands around your wrist, forcing you to press into his pec more.

He looked like he was about to cry already as he got more antsy.

He knew that his body was sensitive and he’d easily cum from just you teasing his nipple with your hand.

“Someone’s a little needy tonight, hm?” You couldn’t help but to smirk down at him.

He couldn’t do anything but nod and clumsily move to try and pull up his shirt, panting like a dog without water after a run.

You laughed and ducked your head under his shirt that was halfway lifted and instantly locked your lips around his puckering nipple.

He was excited, maybe a little TOO excited.

Instantly, he threw his head back and let out a loud moan before slapping a hand over his mouth as to not alert the others that also live in the college dorms.

You pressed your tongue against it, pushed and teased and felt his cock throb in his pants as he started to tremble under you.

From how he was breathing, he sounded like he was about to pass out.

You had to pull away and remind him to calm down.

“Slow down your breathing, babe. You’ll pass out,” you cooed at him softly.

“I-I’m sorry, Sugar,” he whimpered quietly as he bucked his hips into you. “I-It just f-feels too good! I ca-can’t-“

Without letting him finish, you nipped at his swollen nipple gently with your teeth.

As if he wasn’t already pushed over the edge, he jolted and practically stopped breathing, his toes curled as he let go of you, burying his hands into the bed beside him.

“S-Sugar! S-Su- S-Suga-“ he whined out as his tears rolled down his face, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he trembled and melted under you.

You took in every single one of his moans and cries, his chest heaving as he became more overwhelmed.

You didn’t want to stop until he begged you to, so you bit his nipple again as you sucked hard.

Even though his shirt was over your head, he still managed to tug your hair at least a little, his free hand holding your hips down as he humped into you.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum S-Sugar,” he whimpered in between his uncontrollable, breathy, whiny moans.

You, of course were ready. You knew his day had been stressful and he’d been completely overwhelmed by you just teasing his nipples whether with your mouth or your hand.

So in response, all you did was suck harder hearing every peak of his moans and cries as he trembled and bucked his hips harder, orgasming as his toes curled, his nails practically ripped the sheets on his bed, his eyes still streaming tears as they rolled back into his head and he made no noise, not even breathing.

You had to pull away, fearing that he was already overtimed and you gently slapped his face.

He was trembling, and finally he took a deep breath, opening his pretty eyes to look up at you.

“I-I’m sorry Sugar,” he whispered softly as he nuzzled into your hand a little more. “I-It just f-felt too good,” he whispered as he closed his eyes, practically purring under your soft touch.

“There’s no need to apologize baby boy,” you cooed out quietly to him, gently swiping tendrils of ash grey hair from in front of his face. “Just relax and I’ll go order us some dinner. You have early practice tomorrow.”

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈

Of course it was the typical story of a forbidden rival school love.

not.

All in all, most of the schools respected Shiratorizawa back when you were in high school.

And to see him lingering around Kurasuno both made everyone’s morale leap at least 50% but also made them question wtf dude was doing there all the time.

He often helped the team practice and gave them pointers on how to get better, and also got you more involved too.

He’s always teasing, cracking jokes etc.

Sometimes it pissed you off; your name in his phone was “Itty Bitty Panda-Chan”

It didn’t help that you loved it and every time he called you his Itty Bitty Panda-Chan, it made you flustered.

Like usual, he played on it. All of the time.

Even alone.

You were hanging out with him at his house because he lived away from the college dorms and the two of you had finished with your work and had things for your next class situated for the next day, so you were playing games and he was… Well… Staring at you like usual.

“Is there a reason you’re staring at me, Idiot-San,” you mocked him constantly.

“Well… I have something in mind, Pan-Chan,” he dubbed you for short. You were interested but said absolutely nothing.

“Oh little Pan- Chaaaaan,” he teased as he climbed on top of you while you were still rested on your stomach.

He really didn’t have to do much to tease you or make you flustered since teasing was only natural for him.

Your body tensed up because of course your boyfriend was up to something. He always was.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you, my cute little Pan-Chan,” he whispered in your ear causing you to squeak.

“W-What d-did you have I-in mind, Satori,” you murmur as the next match of your game begins.

“Wow! I’m so happy you asked,” he teased as he forced you on your back and he laughed softly.

You’re just looking up at him like “I can’t pause it. It’s online.” And of course he doesn’t care.

Disrespectful bitch.

“How about…. Mmmm…. You give me the controller. I wanna play.”

That grin on his face when he was up to something said it all and you forked the controller over.

“What do you want, Ten?”

He looked like a little kid, slinging his feet over the bed with a laugh. “Chu chuuu~ This game is so… Cute,” he trailed off, seemingly sucked into the game in front of him.

That was, until you felt his strong hand on your hip, pulling you into his lap.

“T-Ten-“

“Shh,” he whispered as he lifted his hoodie, playing the game momentarily with one hand. “Suck… I want you to suck on them,” he whispered as he ‘dodged’ to one side, acting like he was the character in the game.

‘What is it with him tonight,’ you thought to yourself, just staring at his muscular chest.

You felt his gaze on you and you looked up with a soft gasp.

His cat-like eyes immediately locked with yours as he respawned in game. “I didn’t ask, Panda- Chan,” he said quietly, sternly, clearly. Honestly it kinda scared you.

“U-Um… O-Okay,” you thought you could handle him, but when he got like this, you couldn’t really. You liked how he had control over you no matter what.

As soon as your tongue pressed against one of his nipples you felt a flutter in his chest. And yours. His breathing got quicker and his eyes fluttered, but he still continued with that stupid demeaning tone of his.

“Chu chuuu~” He practically squealed. “That’s… N-Not g-good enough, Pan-Pan-Chan,” he gasped out softly as he leaned back.

Obviously, it was a lie. You could tell by how his legs jolted a little or his breathing quickened. He was loving every second of your teasing.

“C-Cut the shit, Satori,” you whispered softly, your hand timidly resting on his hip, the other one running over his abs.

“Mouthy, hm?” He looked down at you with that piercing gaze again. “Use all that spunk and suck harder,” he growled as he focused back in on the game, bucking his chest at you.

You did as instructed, savoring his sweet and salty taste, humming as you did so, your other hand palming at his sensitive chest as you stared up at him.

He threw his head back and let out a soft groan as he felt you get amped up and he laughed softly as he continued to play the game.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered out softly as he grinded into you, not caring too much about the game at this point.

You were too far into it by now to just stop, and you loved every reaction you could get, and you let yourself go, accidentally biting his nipple, causing him to drop the controller, his eyes crossing a little as he tilted his head back.

You let out a little hollow laugh of your own and continued nibbling and kissing on his nipple feeling him practically melt beneath you. You held the power and you loved it.

Also hearing his moans and praises was definitely a huge boost for you to keep going.

You grinded your hips down into his bulge and moaned softly feeling how well he fit in between your legs.

It was apparent that this wasn’t enough to get him to cum, but close.

He tangled his fingers with your hair as he edged closer and closer to cumming, pulling you closer as he let out a strangled groan.

Obviously, this is gonna escalate into a lot more.

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zombriekid · 5 years

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From the Shoreline [Haruka Nanase/Gender Neutral Reader]

Series: Free!

Summary: request- “...can you write a beach scene w him (Haru) swimming w a reader insert? you dont have to make it romantic if you dont feel comfortable doing so” a day at the beach brings to light foreign emotions

You’ve always been content to watch from the shoreline, to bask in the peace that the hissing froth affords you as the silk of the cool waves lapses at your knees, and the fine granules of sand slip in between your toes. It’s there, where the land claws at the sea that you find your bedrock; able to enjoy the reaches of the ocean but you’re still fixed on a stable foundation of shell and stone. Sure you’ll find particles scratching at sensitive skin later in your rash guard, that’s a given when you’re sitting in perpetually shifting sand, however this way you’re never fully committing yourself to the depths.

Unlike Iwatobi’s residential Human Dolphin Haruka Nanase, who breaches the water’s glittery barrier with a flourish of his dark hair. In the past you’ve jokingly called him a “hydro-phile”, mostly because, be it a toddler’s inflatable kiddie pool or the expansive lanes meant for Olympic swimmers in training, if there’s a body of water caught in his crosshairs then the dude is already diving in before his pants are even off. You know better now, though.

It’s not so much that he has a rather odd (see: questionable) obsession with water; in actuality it’s the only way he can freely express himself, convey his thoughts and feelings properly to anyone willing to listen because there are no expectations when you’re swimming. Well, besides keeping yourself afloat at least. Admittedly it took you some time to understand this quirk of his- between Haru’s introverted nature and your inability to read people there were a few years of awkward, fumbling communication between you two that found resolution in sunshine incarnate Makoto.

Now you fancy yourself close enough to Haru that you don’t need many words to discern his intentions.

...at least you did before the skin on the back of your neck starts to bristle and tingle, before the pit of your stomach flutters instinctually with the sudden attention set upon you, and nine years worth of friendship and experience quickly clues you in on the source. And sure enough, a brief glance up from your feet and out towards the ocean you notice him peeking at you over the surface with everything from his chin down totally submerged; there’s a glint in the intense blue of his eyes, and his long lashes sit heavy as if he’s lost in thought, like he’s staring absentmindedly at something, but he’s not because he’s focused entirely on you.

You don’t know this look.

It’s completely new on him. New for him? Or maybe it’s not. It’s just never have you been at the receiving end of it… and it’s twisting your heart into fluttery somersaults within the cage of your chest.

Before your mind can run wild, where the questions of “what if” and “could be” are already turning the gears of your over-active imagination, you disrupt the stare down with a hitch in your throat. “What’s up, Haru?”

Just like that the fog lifts from his pupils, and though they don’t stray from you they appear to be brighter now, like he’s just realized that you’re physically here. Now you can read the message in his expression. He gives you a quick once over that begins on the shoreline and ends on your face: in other words, “what are you doing?”

“I’m not much of a swimmer, remember?”

Which is not some feeble attempt to appear modest on your end, you understand enough to keep your head above the waterline and maybe splash a doggy paddle or two, but swimming? Authentic, genuine, complete a specified number of laps within an allotted time period swimming? That was all Haru’s territory- has been since the pool lessons from your kinder years, and even back then you knew that he was leagues ahead. Always will be.

Never stopping, never looking back; the water doesn’t judge and it doesn’t expecting anything from him.

It’s freedom. It’s his freedom, and you totally get it now.

Good thing you’ve always been content to watch from the shoreline.

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The expression is back, the brand new one that pours an invisible film over his eyes until the color dulls but sharpens the cognizance, and just like before he’s imposing all of that concentration on to you now. It’s unclear if this... look is intentional or not but either you’re inhaling a sort of icy warmth deep into your lungs as the hairs on your arm rise.

Chapped lips peel apart yet no sound follows, a problem that stems from the fact that the tip of your tongue is sticking to the back of your incisors, and be it luckily or unluckily you don’t have to keep trying to decode the mystery that is Haruka Nanase because you notice the single but firm nod he gives. Moments after both of his hands begin to gently slice through the saltwater in large, swooping arcs, feet kicking and paddling behind him as his eyes actually seem to catch yours this time.

And the message is... something? The meaning’s lost to you, though there’s no denying that it is there; still you can’t figure it out by the time he reaches the shore.

Without a single word, and in the throes of a fierce, cerulean-tinted stare, he offers you a hand with the palm facing towards the sky- and this you absolutely can understand. “Thanks, Haru. But you won’t be able to actually swim if I join,” your left shoulder lifts in a shrug, “was always more of a spectator, ya know?”

Spectating from the bleachers, spectating from the poolside, from the squeaky plastic of a floaty and the steps in the shallow end and the white foam melting into the sand of the shoreline.

“I don’t mind.”

And that statement- those three little words... they change everything.

Because Haruka Nanase isn’t swimming right now, won’t be if you accept his offer, and he’s aware of that. He’s okay with that, that fact doesn’t bother him. He’s purposefully slowing his pace... so you can catch up.

Goddammit you’re gonna miss the crap outta this dude.

The sharp heat of tears stings in the flesh of your eyes but you’re quick to blink them away before you brandish a crooked, toothy grine: “don’t be upset when you gotta save my ass from drowning!”

He smiles in return and there’s a kind of amusement found in the corners of his mouth- not that you’re focused on that, of course. And it’s not the first time that you’ve seen him like this, it’s just the first where you, and only you, are the cause. Makes you feel... warm. Fuzzy.

Your fingers curl around his open palm until your grip is firm, and using the entirety of his body weight as an anchor you hoist yourself up on to your feet and follow him into the depths of the ocean. Away from the shoreline.

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Later, when the horizon sits low on the horizon and the saltwater makes your lips itch, Haru asks you to make him a promise.

“While I’m in Australia, and you’re starting your first semester at college... will you still talk to m- to us?”

You don’t acknowledge that near slip of the tongue, and you completely ignore the fluttering in your stomach because of it, so instead with a squeeze of your hand over his, you say: “of course! You’re stuck with me for life, dude.” Platonically, that’s how you mean it. Right? Right.

Not right, not when his fingers squeezes yours back.

“Promise?”

Swallow the lump in your throat; give him a big ol’ grin.

“Promise.”

a/u: i picture haru as the kind of person that doesn’t really build up an attraction to someone, it just kinda happens and it confuses him but he’s not afraid of it. homie has a hard time expressing himself though so he wouldn’t be the first to act on it, just drop hints here and there in his own unique way. hope y’all enjoy this piece, a bit light hearted than what i usually tackle, ne? hit a like, drop a comment, reblog this ish so that other cool cats can see it! and to the anon who requested this i’m so friggin sorry that it took me this long to fulfill it but still i hope you like it -3-

#free! anime #free!#haruka nanase #haruka nanase x reader #haru nanase x reader #haruka nanase x you #haru nanase x you #free! haru x reader #free! haru x you #free! fanfiction #free! anime fanfiction #free! iwatobi swim club #writing

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cabinofimagines · 5 years

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“Secret Agreement” (Jason Grace x Reader)

A/N: Is ya girl!!!!! I’m done with school work FINALLY which means I get to do my requests :’)) prepare for lots of Jason appreciation cause I’m about to love the hell out of this dude, also I think this one is sort of gender neutral? I don’t think I put a gender to it so, enjoy! -Danny

Request: oh jeez i’m a sucker for best friends to lovers kinda relationships and ?? I was hoping one of y’all could write some Jason and reader fluff set after the war is over ?? (bonus points if the two have been friends since they were like ten lmao)

Words: 1,943

Warnings: Swearing and not proofread cause I suck anyway lmao

He is looking at you again.

That is not exactly a problem, the thing is that Jason makes you nervous, especially when he stares, and you don’t think it’s a good idea to be practicing archery while he has his eyes fixed on you. Your hands are shaking and a little bit sweaty, but you gotta focus, kid! How can you survive an attack if something as simple as a boy makes you this anxious?

Camp Half-Blood was a very interesting place to be at, living your whole life back at New Rome where everyone was kind of strict about the training, you were pleased to see you were better than some greek kids, however, you still had some issues with archery and you thought you could ask Jason to help you out.

He currently is staying at C.H.B, he decided to start his duty right after the war: build a cabin and altar to every god to ever exist in Greek and Roman culture, which of course, was a freaking lot. And you missed him a lot. Jason is your best friend since u were children. You knew you could rely on him if you ever were in need of assistance even if it was something silly like practicing archery.

“Y/N, eyes on the front” Kayla called out.

“Right! Sorry,” you shook your head before squinting your eyes towards the target and taking a deep, calm breath.

You shot the arrow... and barely made it through. It stayed dancing on the edge of the wooden circle, you dropped your arms in defeat.

“Okay,” Kayla sighed, “you know what? We’ve been practicing for two hours and you were doing pretty good, I don’t know what happened at the end but I think it’s alright if we stop now”

“Yeah...” You nodded avoiding Jason’s face, knowing he’d be staring with that annoying little smirk of his, “time for a break”

You walked towards the bench to leave all the equipment and grabbed your water bottle to chug down half of it. Jason stood up and jumped between the seats to get to you.

“So,” Jason crossed his arms, eyeing you up and down, “you’re getting better”

You snorted, “Didn’t you see the last shot? I missed it”

“The rest was fine though! I’m proud of you”

“Thanks, I guess” You turned your face away to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“My pleasure” He hugged you close with one arm and walked alongside you, “Can we go eat now? I’m starving”

“Sure” you smiled softly, finishing what was left of your water.

While both of you walked through the camp people (mostly your friends) stared at you with knowing smirks and wiggling their eyebrows, you tried to ignore them, you had no time to indulge their games.

Ever since you and Jason grew old enough to be called teenagers, there has been this huge anticipation about when are you going to admit you like each other, which is stupid, being best friends doesn’t mean you have feelings for each other!

Except that you do. Oh, you do.

What is there about Jason to hate? He’s kind, funny, smart, handsome and he’s your best friend after all. You could keep the list going but that wouldn’t help your case, to everyone is so obvious. To you? well, at least it is obvious on your side, you have no idea what does Jason think about it.

Every time someone makes a joke about you two acting like a couple he laughs it off and hugs you saying something like “Yeah, sure” and you’re both, grateful and in pain that he doesn’t say anything more specific cause living in doubt is pure agony.

His hand goes up and starts playing with a strand of hair that moments before was laying on your shoulder, he is smiling and looking forward to the road ahead. His eyes look so bright, you always thought it was odd since they were blue, and blue usually is a cold color, but his eyes are far from frozen, you find a home in them when everything around you feels borrowed.

“Y/N?”

Oh shit, he was talking to you, right. You forgot.

“Sorry, what?”

He laughs a short, sweet laugh and your chest feels so, so light.

“I was asking if you remember that one time when you got sick and I kept sneaking up from training so I could give you sweets and the Praetor of that time caught me, so they made me clean the...”

“Oh yeah, I do!” This time it was your time to laugh, remembering that one time the great Jason Grace misbehave, “Gods, I felt even worse after that, you got in troubles because of me”

“It’s alright, that’s in the past anyway” He shrugs, his arm is still around you and maybe, maybe you don’t want him to move away. Ever.

“Whenever you got sick after that I made sure you had the best of the best, so I think it was a fair trade” You added.

“I got lucky to have you then, a fair friend is always the best friend. Words cannot describe how much I love you for that” Jason finally lowered his arm, reaching the entrance of the mess hall.

You stayed in stunned silence for a second, watching as Jason glanced over his shoulder with a questioning look, the small smile still fixed on his face.

“You coming?”

“Uh...” Did he mean he loved you as in love-loved you? Or was it a simple friendly “I love you” like the one you say from time to time to some of your friends? What was he trying to do?! “Yes?”

You were about to reach the tables when your voice rose up, “Jason?”

He stopped, looking over her with open concern, “Y/N?”

And you couldn’t, there were far too many people and way too many years of friendship between you. Suddenly the words were no longer available for your use, and your mind was blank; Was it worth it? Openly ask what did he think about you two as a couple and get your heart broken? No. You were okay as her best friend, it was comfortable, safe.

“D-do, enjoy your meal!” You half smiled, turning hot on your heels without waiting for a reply.

Later that week you kept the routine as monotone as possible, spent time with new friends and old, eating tons and training till your arms were sore, and even although you tried not to think about it, Jason was always at the back of your mind, Jason, Jason, Jason. Jason Grace and his stupid looks and cute smile with a beautiful personality.

He was your best friend, after all, so you couldn’t avoid him forever, not without him asking what was up, and you’d rather not have that conversation.

So now you were playing basketball, throwing the ball like it was made of your toxic thoughts and were trying to desperately get them out of your body, and Jason was just having a good time, of course, he always does, or tries, at least. What a good dude.

“So I told Leo to try with the other drill, and he flips me off and says ‘I know what I’m doing, doofus’ and turns around to keep working and as soon as he touches that thing, it falls apart like Jenga” Jason lets out a breathless laugh.

“Just his luck,” You laughed, taking the ball from his hands and running towards the hoop.

“Yeah,” The boy ran beside you, trying to take the ball from your hands, “and I was about to ask him, like, need any help? But he looked like he was about to burn my pants so...”

“Not the best idea” You finished, stopping short and throwing like your life depended on it... and the ball got stuck, ”shit...”

“Wait, I’ll get it” Jason jumped making use of his flying abilities to reach and shake the hoop, the ball fell and you caught it on the air, keeping it tightly against your chest.

“Got it!” Your friend came down in front of you, startled, you jump and threw the ball at his face, which he managed to avoid, barely, “shit, I’m sorry!”

“It’s ok, you missed my face” He laughed.

“You scared me!” You exclaimed, still nervous.

“I can tell!” Jason reply with an amused voice.

“You love me?” You asked in a very high pitched, panicky cry.

“What?”

“What?” You repeated.

Oh fuck, oh no. You said it. WHY?

“Why are you asking me that?” Jason tilted his head in that adorable manner he always does.

“The other day, you -uhm, I don’t know, you said something like it”

“Oh yeah! I remember” His face lit up, finally knowing what were you talking about, “yeah I said that”

He nodded with a childish smile, you stayed there with wide eyes, waiting for an explanation that never made its way to you.

“And?!” You urged him.

“And what?”

“What does that even mean?!” You huffed, on the verge of losing it, “is it... is it like, platonic?”

“Platonic?” Jason snorted, “Yeah, of course, Y/N. I’m in love with you platonically”

“YOU’RE WHAT?” That’s it, you’re hallucinating; probably fainted in the middle of playing and now you’re dreaming.

“I’m- wait, did you really not know?” For the first time, he looked as surprised as you, “Y/N!”

“What?” You asked again, completely confused.

“Oh gods, I’m stupid” Jason groaned, passing a hand through his hair and messing it up more than it already was, “you don’t like me that way, I understand, I-”

“No, I do” You interrupted, “believe me I do, but you never said anything! At all! and what about when everyone makes those dumb jokes about us dating, you never said a thing?”

“Because I thought you knew it!” He said, “and what about you, why didn’t you say anything? You laughed it off and acted like it was nothing, I thought it was like a silent agreement about not saying anything until we were ready?”

“How could I know that?” You huffed in disbelief, “Or you for that matter, is my face just that expressive to you?”

“No, but we’ve been friends for years, I thought this whole... whatever it is, it was meant to be, and that both of us were okay with that” The blush on his cheeks increased with every word, “well this is awkward”

“Yeah, a bit” you avoid his gaze, knowing how red you were too, though you kept the talk going, feeling a different vibe between you, a bit more nervous than usual but much more intimate than before.

It all happened in a split second, you and Jason shared one look and were both goners.

The moment you moved forward Jason did too, it only took a glance to know Jason was right, you could tell that he was thinking the same, you knew exactly what he was thinking, you always knew.

“Can I...?” He hesitated, staring at you with soft eyes.

As a reply, you kissed him. Gods, was it a great kiss. The type where hands go their way up to heads and waists and cling into what they can find, your breath gets stuck somewhere in your chest and you lose track of time, all you can feel is Jason and the kiss, how good it feels against your body.

“You’re right” you mumbled against his lips, “it’s right. This feels right.”

“It’s meant to be” He chuckles before kissing you once more.

-Danny :) (Hope you liked it)

#Danny's writing #Jason Grace x Reader #pjo imagine #pjo writing #jason grace

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♥ super(hero) love ♥

| hwang hyunjin x superhero!reader | sorry for any mistakes! english is not my first language!

part i | part ii (final)

word count: 3.4k

warnings: tumblr!au, fanfic writer!reader x fan!hyunjin, enemies to lovers, fluff!!!, minor violence cause u know superhero stuff yadda yadda, some cursing here and there, (1) alcohol mention,

A/N: just rewriting some old stuff :) | gender neutral reader (if you consider dude a gender neutral term lol)

“ Hi y/n! I’m sorry if i’m bothering you, but i just came by to say that i’ve read your last chapter last night and i can’t help but fall in love with your writing, you never disappoint! You’re always so creative when it comes to making stories and putting them into words, it’s almost like you’ve lived them! haha. So i just wanted to ask, where do you get your ideas? What are your inspirations? With love, Genie ;)”

Damn it. I stared at the ask i just received for a few long and tortuous minutes, definitely more than it was actually necessary. But hey, don't blame me for that, i mean, how in the hell i'm supposed to answer that? I can’t just go and say "Hi again Genie! Thank you for all the love, i really appreciate it! I get all my inspiration on my day-to-day life as a superhero. You probably have heard about me, i'm that one person with white clothes that shows all the time - if not every single day, in the morning news for saving and helping the city and their beloved citizens. Most people just call me 'the light hero' even though they know the right name for the supervillains, in special, Scarlet Devil - my arch enemy. In case you don't know my superhero name either, i go by Starlight. Kinda lame, i know. But it fits with the backstory of how i got my powers. Since it's a situation i went through, of course i'm going to know all the details in full experience and in first person, even that one where the protagonist rips his pants in the middle of a fight in the street and in front of everyone, only to reveal his red underwear constrasting the rest of the outfit, that is something i will never be able to forget, sadly. Hope i didn't disappoint you!" Let's be real, i could. Kinda. But i won't be doing that for obvious reasons, i don't want even more people after my back because of this, the police is more than enough.

I sighed, pushing my chair closer to the desk and cracking my fingers so i could write something in return that didn't sound suspicious at all. "Hi Genie," i started, already struggling a little,"I really appreciate asks like this and i'm also happy to know that at least one person likes the lame things i write! :) I get all my inspiration from.." No, stop, stop. I can just go all in like that, i have to be subtle. Normal writers usually get their inspirations in a lot of differents things and ideas, if i say something like that there is a chance that it would come out weird. I think. "I get most of my inspiration in, well, superheros, of course. I read a lot of comics, books and i really like watching movies and animations with any types of heros. :)" Sent. That actually went a little better than expected. "Genie" whoever it was, sent another ask only a seconds after, i clicked on it already starting to feel anxious again. "That's so cool! I suppose you are into superheros in real life too. If so, are you fan of any of them?" Why did they had to send questions that are so hard and complicated to answer like that? The only superhero i know well enough to pretend that i am a fan of is Jeongin, you probably know him by Spark. But he also reads my blog and wouldn't let me live if i ever said i'm his fan, another thing i'm not really found of. Another superhero i'm really close with would be, well me, of course.

"Actually, i do. I'm a big fan of Starlight for some time, what about you?" I answered, my choice of words trying to be as lowkey and casual as possible, putting the right amount of weight in them. This person, whoever they were, seemed to be nosy sometimes like a shy high-schooler wanting to keep the conversation going with someone with that they liked and in a way, that was most likely the situation. They’re the only person who follows my blog for some time that i remember constantly sending me messages and checking up on me but the one thing that was different this time was that the person, my fellow readers, forgot to put the ‘anon’ option on this time, their blog url shined brightly and effortlessly on my computer screen.

This time, Genie took a while to answer, so i took that as a chance to take a look at their blog. Clicking on their url, i started scrolling down their posts. I couldn't help but cringe really hard when i started noticing that most of their posts was reblogs from fyeahscarletdevil and others fansites with cheesy compliments in the tags, they seemed to be a really big fan of the supervillain, my supervillain. The one who puts kittens in really high places where they can't come down anymore, the one who sets fire in close neighbourhoods backyards and gardens to ruin their grass and flowers they worked so hard on, the one who sets dogs out of their leashes suddenly creating an army of dogs or anything that would cause disturbance in the peace of those around him in the world. I want to say i am starting to see red out of anger but in all honesty, that would make me even more pissed. Red is his color, just like white is mine. Unclenching and relaxing my jaw, - bad habit, i know - i hadn’t even noticed Genie had answered. “Oh really? I’m a major fan of Scarlet Devil!” No shit, Sherlock. Duh. “I think he’s a great dude who fits perfectly in the whole ‘model’ supervillain concept! Especially when it comes to Starlight too! They both are made for each other and have a perfect chemistry, they would be nothing without one another like soulmates. I probably sound like a total nerd now, but thats what i think lol wbu? - Genie” They signed in the end, even though it was obvious it was them. Not only did this person ship me with my arch enemy, they were also a big giant nerd and a huge fanboy of the red devil. Rubbing my forehead, i prepared myself to write back a long and sharp reply arguing against everything they said, ready to win and probably lose one of my readers in the process. Or more than one, you never know how many creeps who are his fans are lurking on this website.

Turns out Genie, was a very cute boy called Hwang Hyunjin who lived close by the neighbourhood i lived at, he was tall and acted very shy when he wasn’t talking about things that he liked very much, such as supervillains, dancing and comics. After our argument that day about which one was better - Starlight and the one who shall not be named, we got extremely close to the point i couldn’t go one day without texting him and in some nights we’re one of us couldn’t sleep, we would call the other and talk for hours. Since today, we both had the day free, he suggested that we met in person for the first time and the weather being intensely hot and stuffy right now, we settled in the shopping, going for a walk and eating ice scream while getting to know each other more and maybe even watching a movie together. But if that’s not obvious enough already, i have a major, gigantic, mega, blast, huge, enormous crush on him. From the way he softly laughed when he talked about this new move he learned with his group of friends who danced too, from the way he asked me how my day went and actually listened to me talking about it carefully showing he actually did care, the way he blushed at every compliment i gave him. I could feel my heart beat faster with the thought of seeing his cute moles in person and of even having an opportunity to hold his hands. But, was this a date? Does he even like me back? Would he stop talking to me if he found out i am Starlight? Would he start liking me only because he found out i am Starlight? No, i should worry about all of this later. I took a deep breath in hope to calm myself down, looking at my phone. I’m not going to bring it with me this time, what if Jeongin calls me for an emergency or him being a trickster and ruining the moment? I shook my head. Y/N, you can’t think like that. As much as Nini can be a little shit sometimes, he’s still your baby brother and you need to be there for him when he gets into trouble with your uniform, fists and powers ready to help him. Grabbing my phone, i ran by the door hoping i would be able to get there in time.

I checked my phone. And then, checked again. No calls or texts from spark boy and most importantly, Hyunjin. I sighed in frustration, am i about to be stood up by my crush in our first time meeting in person? Is it bad that i’m getting ice scream before he shows up? Too many questions, calm down, ok? You’re the city’s biggest hero, you got this. - Hyunjin, Jin, Jinn-i said out loud to myself to distract from my anxiousness as i paid the lady for the ice scream but my line of thoughts were interrupted by well, another voice. A soothing voice. - Genie. Did you call me? You have three wishes. - he replied jokingly with a sweet smile in his lips and holding three fingers up. I just stared at him, amazed, not sure of what to do. It was like an angel had just spoke to me. - W-What? - he asked softly, his cheeks getting red out of embarassment. - Nothing, i just...I can’t believe you’re really here... - I trailed off while hugging him tightly. The way he hunched a bit to put his chin on my shoulder making my heart beat faster inside my chest. Get it together, Y/N. - Wait, - he stood back a little, to look at my face properly - You didn’t think i would leave you hanging, did you? - Well, it wouldn’t be the first time that happened. Nothing personal. - i said, trying to laugh it off. - Then you’ve been going out to dates with the wrong guys. If i couldn’t come, i would’ve called you or still had came here to let you know we can’t spend the day togethe- - D-Date? - i gasped quietly but he was still able to hear, his face getting a tad more redder. - Ye-yeah, i mean, if yo-you want to, i’m okay with that with thi-this being a date. Yeah.- he shrugged, looking down while visibly embarassed. - Yeah, i want that. It’s a date then! - i added confidently after he nodded, acting like it was no big deal for me. - Is it okay that i got ice scream without you? Sorry, it’s just that it’s so hot today, i couldn’t help myself. We can go back to the line if you want to! - No, it’s okay. Shall we? - he offered his arm which i accepted, his boyish eye smile making it even harder for me to control the butterflies in my stomach. I was falling for his charms, indeed. After a few minutes walking side by side and commenting on the things we saw on the windows of the stores, i decided i should finally take initiative. - So, what did you do today? Besides coming here, of course. - i asked with an interested smile before turning to my ice scream, the cold on my tongue seeming to help me deal with the hot weather better. God, why is it so hot today? What’s going on with the weather? - I slept really late before waking up and coming here, i almost lost track of the time. - he laughed lightly. - Oh, same. - i replied in a flat tone. Right, cause i totally didn’t take two hours to get ready for Miss ‘I woke up like this’ right here. - Unless for the time part. Did you stay up praticing your moves? - Something physical like that, yeah. - he said, serious. - Did you stay up last night too? - Yeah, actually. - i agreed, regretting instantly. I stayed up all night because Jeongin had trouble sleeping, nightmares which made him cause a blackout in the whole neighbourhood by accident. Me, being the good older sibling, brought him to the energy station of the city and helped him bring all the power back before tucking him into bed and waiting for him to sleep again. If only had it been that easy., tsk tsk. On my way to dragging my sleepy little brother back home, i was met face to face with my arch-enemy straying through the city’s street during the night, his shameless bad-boy persona flirting with me while showing off his dark jacket and threatning to set my shoes on fire making my blood boil again. The reminder that i shot his hand for touching me, leaving a lightburn mark. My brand. - Are you okay? - My date’s voice cut me off. I shook my thoughts away, i already spend too much time thinking about that damned boy who liked setting my life on fire. Sometimes too literally. - Yeah, i just have too much on my mind, i guess. I stayed up most part of the night because my brother couldn’t sleep..I had to hold him until he fell back sleep so he wouldn’t have nightmares. - Oh, i didn’t knew you had a brother! - he looked surprised, rolling his sleeves up while guiding us to sit somewhere more reserved. - He’s not really my brother, he’s like a....consideration brother, if that makes sense. It’s complicated. - In fact, it really isn’t. I really do consider Jeongin my brother, i take care of him at any and all times especially at matters that his parents couldn’t understand, his powers. But i can’t just explain that to any normal person. - I see. I have a brother too, actually. Older. His name is Chan. - he replied brightly. Frostkiller. No. Not every Chan you know is the frosty meanie who happens to be partner with the Scarlet Devil, i’m sure there’s a lot of Chan’s all there, in the world. Far away from here. I smiled back, making him laugh lightly, his eye smile showing up again and making my heart skip beats. He had his chin propped on the palm of his hand, his eyes looking down shyly, his pink lips pressed together in a small smile. - Aren’t you hot? I mean, i feel like i’m melting here even though there’s AC here. I don’t know what’s going on today with the weather. - Oh really? I don’t feel anything, i even thought today was a bit chilly, actually. - What? - i gasped loudly, stretching to touch his forehead with the back of my hand - Are you okay? You aren’t sick, are you? - Don’t. - he stated coldly, closing his hands around my wrist to stop me, his warm fingers digging on my skin. But it was a bit too late, my fingertips touching his forehead already, i flinched taking my hand back, fearing it would burn my skin. - Hyunjin, oh my god! You’re on fire! Aren’t you with fever, shouldn’t we head to a hospita- - No. I’m okay, really. Don’t worry about me, okay? I guess i’m just that hot, pun intended. - he opened a sweet smile, winking - I’m going to buy us something to eat, sit still. - i stared at him, mouth open, still on shock. What does he even mean with ‘i’m okay’? I felt like i just had touched a heated oven or fire. Pure fire. I stared at his back, confused. I have enough experience to know something was definitely up, something not common. My area of expertise. I opened my lips, about to argue back but something caught my eye as i analised his back. Red. I got up from the table, charging at his direction with my fists closed and ready to feed him his own teeth. - What do you want- Oh! - he turned around, his face flushing and his eyes getting a bit bigger because of our proximity. - Give me your hand. - i demanded in a stern manner while stretching out my own hand. - W-What? - he gasped innocently, not affecting me now that i know he’s not so innocent anymore. I pulled on his wrist, turning and examining his forearm and instantly finding exactly what i was looking for. - What’s this? - i questioned, trying to hold back the poison on my tone. He looked down, biting his lips nervously. - Ok, you got me. I stayed up last night cause i was partying with my team colleagues and one of them was so drunk he started playing with fire and i tried helping him before things got worse but he ended setting my sleeve on fire and burning me. I didn’t tell you cause i was scared of what you would think about me, i don’t want you to have the wrong impression. - I bit the inside of cheek, thoughtful. - It doesn’t look like a fire burn though? - he gasped like a fish out of water, i didn’t care about our surroundings and if we looked like a couple arguing, i let his arm go ready to throw my second accusation at him. - What’s this the- Before i could finish and stick my hand behind his back snatch the evidence from his pocket, i was interrupted. Dance the night away, let’s dance the night away! Ooh! I sighed loudly, taking my phone out of my pocket. and turning my back to him. - This is not over yet. - Hey, Y/N. Could you- the voice in the other side of the line said quickly but i cut him off. - No. I’m in the middle of a date as we are speaking, ok? I told you that earlier! I really like this guy and something sketchy came up, i can’t do my light thing right now. - i whispered the last part. -Bu-But, Y/N! - Here we go, the whining - I’m about to have my ass frostbitten! You need to help me! I’m your brother! Are you really just gonna leave your little brother freezing here? - Jeongin whined loudly, hissing noises echoing in the background. I flinched, already picturing the mess on the street with tall buildings half-frozen and snow covering the sidewalks and cars. - Is the grumpy old dude there? - Yes! And very much gladly, Scarlet Devil isn’t here yet. Lucky you. - Can’t you just tell him to calm down? I’m sure he won’t hurt you if you do that, he loves you just as much as he loves his penguins on North Pole. - Very funny, ha. Just come here, you firefly. - Fine! Let me make up an excuse then. - Thank you, Y/N! - he replied in a singing voice. - You own me a pizza. - i said flatly before hanging up. Turning around, my date boy scratched his neck, his cheeks visibly red and hyperventilating. He looked like he would melt away at any moment out of embarassment. - I gotta go. - Yeah, me too. My room mate texted me and he needs help with the, hm, - he coughed before continuing - Caking a bake,i-i mea-an, Baking a cake, yeah.. - Sure. - i nodded at him briefly and in an awkward way before leaving. - Bye. - Wait! - He reached for my arm - I can still text you, right? - he questioned shyly. - Not if you’re gonna keep lying like this to me, Hyunjin. - i see. - he nodded back after giving me a hurt puppy look and letting of of my arm. I felt my heart clench at the sight, i just wanted to hug him and give him a chance to explain himself but i needed to talk with someone first. I gave him a weak smile before going my way, knowing i had broken his heart. Maybe Changbin was right, i had a bad taste on guys.

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Escape With Me

Idol: Yoojung (Weki Meki)

Prompt: Hi, my request is a fem reader x weme yoojung scenario: they both like each other but they’re oblivious about it, the reader wants to ask yoojung for the school dance but it’s afraid she’ll get rejected and because of that, the r don’t get to ask her on time, this leads yoojung to go to the prom with some random boy, angst and fluff ending please :)

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I meant to have this up so long ago I’m so sorry. Also I made the reader gender-neutral (and yes, some prom dresses have pockets, before you ask. Mine did). I hope you all enjoy!

♡ Tip Jar♡

You’d liked Yoojung pretty much from the moment you met her. She was cute, funny, upbeat, and smart. She was always there to make you laugh, and she could always lift the mood of a room. In fact, she was the life of the party, and you weren’t the only person who had fallen for her because of it. You were just one of many of her admirers. Except you happened to be her close friend, too. And that made it difficult.

“I don’t know why you think that,” Elly said, and you glared at her from where you were laying her floor, arms spread out.

“I’m baring my soul, here.”

“I know, but you’re being dramatic!” Your friend shook her head and sat up from where she was sitting on her beanbag chair. “Listen, being friends with her gives you a leg up, if anything. She knows you better, so she’s more likely to accept your feelings.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“That’s how I started dating Suyeon,” she pointed out, and you sighed. That was true, the two of them had been friends before Elly confessed and they started going out. “Plus, you guys are pretty tight. I think she likes you too.”

“Don’t be silly. She treats me like a friend.”

“Okay, true. But she spends a lot of time with you and she’s always willing to share her snacks with you, which is something because I’ve known her longer and she’d break my hand if I tried to take one.”

“Is the snack thing really the best argument you can come up with? She shares her snacks with Doyeon too.” You rolled your eyes and sat up. “Obviously, it’s not just me.”

“Whatever, I’m tired of trying to help you,” Elly said, sticking out her tongue at you childishly. “What made you suddenly remember your unrequited feelings anyway?”

“Prom is coming up.”

“Oh. Good point. I totally forgot.”

“Elly! How could you forget? There’s posters everywhere!”

“I guess I just didn’t notice them.” She shrugged, then narrowed her eyes. “Wait, was Suyeon even going to ask me? When is Prom?”

“In a month.”

“Huh. I’ll have to talk to her about that.” She pouted her bottom lip as she pulled out your phone, and you sighed, knowing that the conversation was over now that she was distracted. Looking down at your own phone, you saw that there was a text from Yoojung, and for a moment, your heart jumped, only for you to shake your head at yourself as you saw the contents.

-Yo! Wanna go off campus for lunch tomorrow? I got coupons!

A whole line of stickers was attached after the message, making you laugh softly. She was so weird, but in a good way.

-Let’s do it.

-Lit! See you then!

“Are you texting Yoojung now?” Elly’s voice made you jump, and you felt your cheeks blush as you looked up.

“Well, yeah.”

“What are you texting about?”

“She invited me to go off for lunch with her tomorrow.”

“Ooh, it’s a date!”

“I doubt it, I’m sure Doyeon will be there too,” you said, causing Elly to groan.

“I give up. You’re hopeless.”

Elly had been right: you were hopeless. When you walked out to Yoojung’s car, fully expecting Doyeon to be there, you almost couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw her standing there alone, looking at her phone. Doyeon must have canceled, you thought to yourself as you put on a smile.

“Hey, Yoojung. Ready to go?” At your voice, the small girl looked up and beamed at you, putting away her phone.

“(Y/N)! Yeah, let’s go!”

As you walked around to the side of her car, you glanced into the back seat, half expecting to see Doyeon there. She wasn’t there, however, and you raised your eyebrows. Had Yoojung really asked you out on a lunch date? “Was Doyeon not able to come this time?” You asked, trying to be nonchalant as you closed the car door and buckled in. Yoojung glanced at you, a hint of some emotion you couldn’t recognize crossing her face, before she smiled and shook her head.

“I just invited you, silly. Did you want her to come along, are we not close enough to go to lunch together yet?”

“Oh, I was just wondering!” You waved your hands, quickly backtracking as Yoojung laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I’m just teasing you, (Y/N). I know you were just curious.”

Letting out a sigh, you pressed your hand to your heart. “You tease me too much, seriously.” When you looked back at her, she was looking at the road, the same expression on her face from before, and you swallowed, not knowing how to interpret it. So instead, you tried to wave away the awkward atmosphere, not wanting to give yourself any hopes. “Um, so what’s for lunch today?”

“Burgers, is that okay?”

“Sounds good to me!”

“Hey, are you going to prom this year?” Yoojung’s voice was light, like she didn’t know how her words made your heart stop for a moment. She probably didn’t, but it was still a problem as you tried not to choke on the fry you’d just taken a bite of.

“U-um, maybe, why do you ask?”

“Just wondering! I didn’t want to go if my friends weren’t going.” She took a sip of her drink and looked down at her phone. “It wouldn’t be any fun then.”

“Has no one asked you to go with them yet?” The question fit in the conversation, but you were also asking to soothe your own curiosity. “I was half expecting you and Doyeon to go together, since you went together last year.”

“As friends,” Yoojung clarified, looking up at you with that same emotion from earlier on her face. “I haven’t been asked yet this year. Have you?”

“Well, no.” You looked down at the food in front of you, butterflies acting up in your stomach. You were nervous, but still, you at least wanted to give her a snippet of what was going on in your head. Maybe if you gave her a hint, she would ask you instead. “I have someone I want to ask, though.”

“Oh really?” She raised her eyebrows and leaned forward, and you could feel yourself heating up. “Who?”

“I-I don’t want to say yet!”

“Fine, fine. You’d better do it soon, though, prom is just around the corner.” She looked back down at her phone and you willed your heart to calm down as you took a deep breath and glanced at her. She was so cute, would you really be able to do this?

“Hey, Yoojung?”

“Yeah?” She looked up at you, fry halfway to her mouth and a little smile on her face, and the words died in your throat. You couldn’t tell her, not yet. Instead, you put on a little smile of your own and glanced at the time on your phone.

“Isn’t it time we start heading back?”

“Oh. Well, I guess.”

“You could have asked her out right then and you didn’t. You’re an idiot,” Suyeon deadpanned, rolling her eyes from her side of the desk as you whined and buried your face in your hands.

“I couldn’t! She’s too cute, and I don’t think I could handle being turned down by her. Plus, what if it hurt our friendship? I’d hate myself forever!”

“You’re being dramatic again. Just ask her as a friend, and then if she wants it to be a real date, she’ll tell you. Plus, from the way she was acting, I’m sure she’s into you too. Just go for it,” Elly said, leaning her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder and giving you a smile. With a sigh, you looked down at your phone. Her contact was up, and you were staring at her photo, which was probably kind of creepy but you were too lovesick to care.

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Because it is. Just do it. Channel your inner Shia LaBeouf or Nike model and just do it.”

“That was a really lame reference, Suyeon love.”

“I thought it was good.”

“I’m saying this because I love you but never make a dead meme reference again please.”

“That’s a dead meme?”

You groaned and shook your head as you watched your friends go back into their own little world, leaving you and your problems behind. What help they were. Once again, you looked back at your phone, but to your surprise, there was a text from Yoojung on the screen.

-Dude, are you free this weekend?

-Yeah, why?

-Wanna go to the mall?

Your heart started to race again, before you remembered: Doyeon was probably going. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before you made your decision.

-I’m down! Will Doyeon be there?

-Is that your running question now? Lol no but I can invite her if you want

-Nah it’s okay, I was just curious! I have a book to give her

It was a lie, but you needed an excuse as to why you kept asking, otherwise Yoojung would probably get suspicious.

-Oh okay. So we’re on for this weekend? Friday maybe?

-Yeah, I’m down!

-Cool, see you then!

“I can tell you’re texting Yoojung, you’ve got a dumb smile on your face,” Suyeon said, snapping you out of it as she leaned over to pull your phone out of your hands.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Awe, they’re going on a date on Friday.”

“It’s hardly a date,” you refuted, pulling the phone back away. “It’s just hanging out. She called me ‘dude’ that’s not what you call someone you like.”

“I call Elly dude all the time.”

Elly let out a long-suffering sigh. “Unfortunately.”

“Listen,” the older girl said, ignoring Elly, “she’s probably just calling you dude because it’s natural for her. She uses that word a lot. It has nothing to do with whether she likes you or not.”

“Also,” Elly spoke up, “she sounded salty that you asked about Doyeon. And your excuse was kinda lame.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your phone, suddenly nervous. “She doesn’t think I’d rather hang out with Doyeon than her, right?”

“She might, you’re kind of dumb when it comes to these things. But then again, so is she, so who knows.”

“That’s not very encouraging, babe.”

“What, I’m just telling the truth!”

As the two once again disappeared into their own world, you closed your eyes and leaned back in your chair, feeling exhausted. Why did liking someone have to be so hard?

When Friday came, you found yourself dressing nicer than usual. You’d done it without thinking, but now that you were waiting, glancing at your reflection in a store window, you wondered if it was too much. You hadn’t overdone it, right? Just as you started to wonder if you should go home and change, a familiar voice called your name and you turned around to see Yoojung running towards you.

Immediately, a smile made its way onto your face, because she was just so cute. She was wearing a cute white and blue dress with her white tennis shoes and her hair curled and held back by a thick blue headband, and it hit you that she’d dressed up for this too. Usually, she’d just meet you in a hoodie or t-shirt and shorts or jeans. But today, she looked especially cute as she bounced up to you and gave you a huge smile.

“(Y/N)! I didn’t make you wait long, did I? I got a little lost in the parking lot.”

“It’s okay, I just got here too,” you lied with a smile, hoping that your cheeks weren’t red as you turned to face her. “You look cute today.”

At your words, she perked up even more, doing a little spin in her dress. “You think so? I felt like wearing a dress today. It’s warm outside, after all.”

“It suits you.”

With a giggle, she took your arm, making your heartbeat spike. “Thank you, you look good today too. Should we get going?”

“Y-yeah,” you managed to get out. Were you going to be able to survive having all of Yoojung’s attention today? “Let’s go.”

The short answer was no, you weren’t going to survive. Shopping with Yoojung was nothing new, a lot of times the whole group would go to the mall to hang out, shop, see a movie, and eat all in the same place. But being there alone with her was different. She seemed to be more energetic than usual, dragging you from shop to shop and asking you what things you thought she should try on. Honestly, you felt a bit dizzy by it all, but you were happy to be there, even if the only rest you got was when Yoojung left you to look at the back of the store on her own.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), look how cute these bracelets are!” Yoojung called, making you look up from the sweater you were looking at. She was holding up what seemed to be matching bracelets, but you couldn’t tell from far away so you walked over to get a better look. Sure enough, they were matching bracelets, with cute yet simple thin chains in different colors, and with an array of different charms. Some of them had letters and numbers, while others had symbols, like hearts, suns, moons, and infinity symbols. There were even different types of gems attached, and you raised your eyebrows, impressed.

“Wow, they really thought of everything when it came to these.”

“No kidding. I love the initials idea. I think you can mix and match, so like wear two bracelets. The initial would be cute with the heart one!”

“That would be cute,” you said thoughtfully, picking them up to look at them carefully. Maybe.... “I think I like the silver the most, which ones do you like?”

“I like the gold. It feels fancy.” She let out a giggle. “I think it would make any outfit look nice.”

“That’s true.” You glanced down at the clothes she had in her hand. “Were you going to try those on?”

“Oh, yeah! I got distracted. I’ll just be a minute.” As she skipped off to the fitting rooms, you quickly picked up four gold bracelets, two with hearts and two with each one of your initials, and looked them over. It would be the perfect gift to ask her to prom with, and although just thinking about it made you nervous, you wanted to do it.

So you rushed over to the checkout, grabbing the sweater you’d been looking at so that you could have an excuse to have a bag, and by the time Yoojung came out with her choices, you were ready to go, standing near the door.

“You bought something?”

“Yeah, that sweater I really liked before,” you said, holding up the bag, and she gave you a smile, buying it.

“Nice! I’ll be right there, let me pay for these!”

As the two of you left the store, the store next door caught her eye. It was a seasonal shop, the type that only popped up around homecoming and prom time, and her eyes widened when she saw it.

“We should go in there! I need to find a dress!”

“So you decided to go?”

“I think so, yeah.” The small girl laughed and grabbed your hand. “Come on, let’s at least look, yeah?”

“If you insist,” you joked, but you didn’t really mind as Yoojung led you inside. The store was packed full of dresses of a hundred different styles, and honestly it was a bit intimidated to look at them all, but she didn’t seem daunted in the least, looking around intently.

“I wish they made more dresses for short girls,” she said with a huff as she moved to stand beside one of the dresses on display. It was a beautiful, long, floor-length dress, and you had to stifle a laugh because the dress was taller than Yoojung. “This is outrageous! Who can fit this?”

“A giant with heels,” you said, making her laugh and shake her head.

“Whatever. Let’s find the short girls section.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing.”

“They have to have short dresses here somewhere!”

Sure enough, near the back of the store was a collection of shorter dresses, ranging in length and style, and she let go of your hand to actually begin to shop. It was more fun than you’d expected it to be, watching her pull out dresses and make jokes about them, so you didn’t mind being there just to help her pick one out. After a lot of jokes about “easy access” and “blinding bling” Yoojung pulled out a dress that made you both go silent. It was actually beautiful, a luscious dark blue dress that had a high front and a longer back. The top of the dress had a thick shoulder sleeve and was covered in tiny dark blue flowers over a lace material, and there was a thin belt around the middle, where the flowers tapered off into little lines on the skirt. The skirt wasn’t too poof-y but still had a bit of a princess look because of the layers of thin lace that ruffled over the underskirt, creating the illusion of depth. It was gorgeous and fit Yoojung perfectly, and as the two of you met eyes, you both knew: it was the one.

“I’m going to try it on,” Yoojung said, and you nodded encouragingly.

“I think it’ll look great on you.”

Sure enough, as soon as Yoojung stepped out of the dressing room, it was obvious that the dress fit her perfectly. She was beaming and did a little spin for you, making you laugh and give her a little clap.

“It looks perfect on you.”

“Thank you. I think I’ll choose this one.” She looked at herself in the mirror. “It makes me feel like a princess.”

“You look like a princess,” you said, truthfully, and the smile you got in return made your heart skip a beat.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Then this is the one.” After one more twirl, she headed back for the fitting room. “I’ll be out in just a moment!”

As she disappeared inside, another dress caught your eye. It was a dark green, and although the color wouldn’t have normally caught your eye, the long, mermaid style dress made you think of Doyeon. It would honestly look perfect on her, and you knew it. So you pulled out your phone to snap a photo, just as Yoojung stepped out of the fitting room.

“What are you doing?” She asked, head tilted as she walked over. Without thinking, you brought down your phone and sent the photo to Doyeon with a smile before gesturing to the dress.

“Wouldn’t this dress look great on Doyeon? I just sent her a photo, I think she’ll like it.” It wasn’t until the words were out of your mouth and Yoojung’s face fell that you remembered what Elly had said about you mentioning Doyeon. Immediately, you regretted your words, and Yoojung turned to look at her dress instead.

“Oh, I guess. I’ll have to get my mom to come back with me to get this dress. Also, she just texted me that I should get home, so I should get going.”

Internally kicking yourself, you tried to give her a smile like you hadn’t noticed anything. “Oh. Well, I guess it can’t be helped. I enjoyed hanging out with you today, though, thanks for inviting me.”

“Yeah?” She raised her eyebrows like she didn’t believe you, and you wanted to pull out the bracelets right then and there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you nodded instead.

“Yeah. It was a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad you had fun. I’ll see you Monday?”

“See you Monday!”

As you watched her walk away outside, you sighed, disappointed with yourself. You were just letting her walk away, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Over the weekend, you’d made up your mind. You were going to ask Yoojung to go to prom with you on Monday, and nothing could stop you. You had already told your friends that you were just going to do it and face the consequences, whatever they were. So when you arrived at school with the bracelets in your backpack, you weren’t expecting to be met with sad looks.

“(Y/N),” Elly said gently, reaching out to grab your hand, “Yoojung’s already got a date to prom.” As her words sank in, you felt cold shock wash over you freezing you in place.

“What do you mean? She didn’t have one on Friday. How would she have one now?”

“Apparently Eunwoo met up with her yesterday and asked her to go with him. Everyone’s talking about it.” Eunwoo. The most popular and handsome boy in school. Of course. That made more sense. Of course Yoojung, one of the most popular girls in school, would go with him. You stood no chance.

“Oh. Oh.” You felt dizzy and sick to your stomach, and suddenly, your backpack was a hundred times to heavy. “Well. At least I have my answer.” Swallowing, you glanced from your friends to the school and then back again. “I don’t feel well. I think I’m going to go home.”

“(Y/N),” Suyeon said slowly, like she wanted to say more, but you shook your head.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

They didn’t try to get you to stay as you walked away. Later, you received a text that your friends were heading over with ice cream and your favorite movies, but not even that could cheer you up. You’d missed your chance, and those gold bracelets in your backpack glared up at you whenever you opened it, accusing you. Your friends were right: you were an idiot. And you deserved this.

When prom finally did roll around, your friends convinced you to go anyway.

“Just come with us, it’ll still be fun,” Elly said, grabbing your hand. “Come on, please? Don’t miss out on a huge part of your high school experience just because you’re lovesick.”

Eventually, you’d agreed to go with them. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were curious. You wanted to see Yoojung with Eunwoo, even if it would hurt you to see it. You had to know.

The night of, you found yourself holding onto the bracelets again. Why you did it, you didn’t know, but when Elly yelled for you to hurry up, you slipped the bracelets into your pocket before running out to join them in Suyeon’s car. They weighed heavily there, reminding you of your regrets all the way to the venue, but there was nothing left to do except ignore it and hope that there was at least a chance to give them to her in the future.

The venue was gorgeous and huge, bigger than it had been the year before, and you walked up with Elly and Suyeon at your side, all three of you looking around in awe. Fairy lights were everywhere, lining the path up to the doors. When you opened the door, people were already milling around and dancing, the lights dimmed overhead and some song with heavy base thumping over the speakers. Doyeon was standing near the door, and when she saw you, she gave you a smile, waving you over.

“(Y/N), you made it!”

“I did,” you said, giving her a smile and looking at her dress. “I see you picked out the dress I recommended.”

“It did look good on me, after all. You have a good eye.” Of course, Doyeon was beautiful. But she was just a friend, and you felt nothing romantic when you looked at her. Nothing like you felt when you looked at Yoojung. The thought of the smaller girl made your shoulders droop, and you looked out at the sea of teenagers.

“Is Yoojung here?”

Doyeon gave you a sympathetic look and patted your shoulder. “She is, she came in earlier with Eunwoo. Will you be okay?”

“I think so. Probably.”

“Hey, I’m always here if you need me. And I’m not love struck like your friends over there.” Doyeon pointed, and you turned around to see that Elly and Suyeon had already moved over into a corner, giggling with each other. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to look at Doyeon.

“You’re my only hope for tonight, you know.”

“Glad to be here.” She laughed and threw an arm around your shoulders. “You can thank me later.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“You know, if I was in a flirting mood, I’d say a kiss.” She was obviously joking, but the sound of a small “oh” from behind you made you turn around to see Yoojung standing there. She was wearing the dress she’d picked out with you, and she looked beautiful, but her face was shocked and a bit sad, and you felt yourself panic a bit as she looked between you and Doyeon.

“Um, I was just going to come say hi but it looks like I interrupted something, sorry,” the smaller girl mumbled before she turned on her heel and ran off, even as both you and Doyeon moved away, opening your mouths to explained. Dazed, you watched her run off until Doyeon shoved your shoulder, making you stumble forward.

“Go get her, dummy. She’s obviously upset because she likes you.”

“How do you-.”

“I know everything. Just go before you do something you regret again. She’s headed for the bathrooms.”

Swallowing, you nodded at Doyeon. “Thanks. Sorry to ditch you.”

“I’m fine. Go get your girl before she gets away.”

“Um, one more thing. Where are the bathrooms?”

When you finally found the bathroom in the huge area, your heart began to beat quickly in your chest and you felt yourself getting scared again. But you didn’t want to chicken out again, so you walked into the area and waited. A few minutes later, the door opened and it was Yoojung, and she turned to look at you with big, teary eyes.

“Oh, um, sorry, I’m just going.” She quickly wiped at her face and made a move to leave, but you blocked her way before she could get away again, gently grabbing her wrist. Surprised, she looked up at you, and you took a deep breath, making up your mind. Even if she hated you for it, you were going to tell her.

“Yoojung, I like you. A lot.”

Her eyes widened even more. “What?”

“I like you. More than as a friend. And I wanted to ask you to prom but I was too chicken and I swear I didn’t mean to keep bringing up Doyeon but I didn’t notice that you thought I liked her until it was too late. And I was going to ask you to prom that Monday after the mall because I bought us matching bracelets and everything but then I heard you had agreed to go with Eunwoo and I knew I was no match for him and I didn’t want to intrude. And I’m sorry for doing this now but I couldn’t let you get away without telling you. I really like you, Yoojung.” You were rambling, and you knew it, trying to get everything out in one breath, but you couldn’t stop until you heard Yoojung sniffle again, and panicked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just so happy to hear that you like me and not Doyeon. Does that make me a bad friend?”

Quickly, you shook your head, pulling the small girl into your arms through instinct. “No. No, you’re not a bad friend. You’re the nicest person I know, Yoojung. That’s part of the reason I like you so much.”

“Why didn’t you ask me sooner?” Yoojung whispered, and you let out a sigh.

“I thought you’d turn me down. I was too scared. My friends are right, I’m an idiot.”

“No, you aren’t. I jumped to conclusions and thought you liked Doyeon and agreed to go to prom with a guy I don’t even like because I was so sad, so if anything, I’m the idiot here.”

“I think having a crush makes us do stupid things,” you said with a shake of your head. Then, the weight in your pocket reminded you of the bracelets, and you pulled away to take them out, a blush raising in your cheeks. “Um, I bought these. I was going to ask you to come to prom with me with them, but I never got the chance.”

“The bracelets from the mall!” She smiled as you took her hand and placed them in her hand. “And you got us matching ones.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll wear your initial on my wrist forever.”

Laughing, you felt relief wash over your body and leaned in to help her fasten the bracelets on her wrist before she did the same to you. The gold bands glittered, even in the terrible, dim lights in the back of the building, and she gently touched hers, smiling softly.

“They’re so beautiful.”

“You make everything look beautiful.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” The small girl shoved your shoulder playfully, a blush on her cheeks as she pouted. “I can’t believe you made me cry so much today.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking down, but she giggled and grabbed your hand.

“I’ll forgive you if you take me out for ice cream.”

“Right now?” You looked back at the huge room where everyone was milling around and dancing, and then back to Yoojung, who raised her eyebrows and grinned.

“Want to escape this place with me?” On one hand, prom was an important part of your high school career. On the other, the beautiful, wonderful girl of your dreams was holding your hand and asking you to run away with her. And that hand outweighed the other one by a mile. Grinning in return, you squeezed her hand and nodded towards the back exit near the bathrooms, where no one was around. It would be an easy run back out to her car, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach, but for an entirely different reason than usual as the two of you made a break for it.

“So, what kind of ice cream were you thinking?”

“Honestly? Anything, as long as I’m with you.”

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Christmas Sucks

who the fuck expected this bitch to come back especially since dbh is fuckin dead

also this was requested uwu

Masterlist

Ko-Fi

Word Count: 1.3k

Connor RK 800 x Gender Neutral Reader

“I’m going to die because of feelings, wow, it really be like that.”

“Please get off the floor.”

“You’ll have to drag me, coward.”

You’re on the floor, specifically, the floor of your Police District’s Department, next to your table, your feet laying over the wheels of your rolly chair, one hand is laying over your eyes to block the fact that you are actually fucking crying right now-- And the other is doing some class act finger guns at Connor.

What a dumb robot, actually coming to your aid when you started to breathe irregularly and fell on the floor.

“Are you alright, Detective? You should’ve gone home hours ago. You know there’s no pay in overtime this week.” He grabs your protruding arm, dragging you away from your table.

You keep your other hand still over your eyes, your lips twitching and you speak yet another intrusive thought into existence without thinking.

“I want to die.”

Your arm is instantly dropped to the floor, you choke on your spit realizing what you just said- Letting out a pitiful gurgling noise. For a second it’s quiet, not peaceful kind but eery kind. It doesn’t help that you’re still blind. Waiting for the response, the ‘typing’ speech bubble of real life.

The android grabs your shoulders, pulling you up so fast your arm falls from your face and you get minor whiplash.

“What. Is. Wrong?”

You look at his stern expression and try to mimic it to distract from your mental spiral, and maybe get him off your case thinking you’re just being a goof. “Grr.” The sound effects might seal it in.

He keeps face and the more you stare the more the anxiety builds, and his choice of tension break doesn’t help.

“You do realize you’re crying, right?” Connor squints, swiping a tear off your cheek with his index finger.

You let out an exasperated sigh, sucking in as your eyes switch between his face and finger, you try to smile but with your turbulent emotions, it’s rather screwed. “Please don’t lick that.”

Connor tilts his head to the side, prodding you on, “Detective.”

“I want to help.”

Your screwed smile falters, twitching till the corners of your lips point right to the floor, you squint as your sight becomes too wobbly with all the tears to keep focused.

“Christmas fucking sucks!” You slam a fist into the carpeted floor, gazing at the ground “Every fucking year-- I’m like ‘this year, no matter what, Christmas is going to be great!’ And guess what? It never is! It never fucking is! Everyone’s always got their own fucking prerogative and guess who’s left alone with nothing and no one? ME BITCH! I couldn’t even afford a fucking tree this year. I’m...”

You clench your fist together, holding it in your lap-- You want to hit something.

“I’m fucking pathetic.” You breathe in deep, unclenching your fist.

“Of course, no one wants to hang out with me, of course, seasonal depression still hits like always, of course, I can’t afford anything nice for anyone or myself-- Not even a fucking tree. Of course, even at work, I manage to fall over just cause I see a Christmas photo on Facebook and that broke the camel’s back in half.”

You prod your cheek with your tongue, shaking your head chuckling, “There’s no fucking point in trying anymore. It’s always going to be horrible. So I might as well do what every movie I’ve ever seen has taught me--” You pat your legs, finally looking back up at Connor with a charming smile, holding your arms out comically.

“Drown myself in my work on Christmas Eve and keep going until this nightmare is over.”

You stretch your legs out as you stand up, paying no mind to Connor’s distraught expression. You crack your hands behind your head and shake the numbness out of your legs, you look at Connor with a one-sided smile and do jazz hands.

“Bah-Humbug.”

You plop back into your chair, rolling into your desk.

After about 5 minutes of you silently working in pain and Connor sitting in the exact same position on the floor, he finally gets up and walks up to you-- Pretty expected as you two are the only ones working on Christmas Fucking Eve.

“I’ve made plans.”

You keep typing but glance up at him for a moment, “Good for you, it’s good to get out of here for a bit.”

“They’re plans with you.”

You stop typing. You look up at him, giving your full attention, “Why?”

“You’re my priority.”

Despite the pang to your heart, you snort, getting back to your work. “Dude, I get what I said was troubling but I’m not gonna kill myself or anything- Don’t worry about me- I don’t need to be ‘priority’.”

“You’re my friend.”

You shut your eyes and stop typing once again, “Connor--”

“Humans make me tired.”

Connor, without a moment to waste, picks you out of your chair, throws you over his shoulder, and slams your laptop shut in only a few short moves. “Let’s go.”

“Crime never sleeps, Connor.”

“Neither do I.”

It’s a silent taxi ride on the way to wherever. You open the window and watch as snowflakes fall on your arm.

“You’re going to get frostbite.”

You shrug.

“At least something will bite me.”

“You have reached your destination. Thank you for travelling with Detroit Taxis. We look forward to seeing you again soon.”

Once you get out, you’re met with a shockingly normal house. You side eye Connor as you walk up to the porch, “I didn’t expect you to live here.”

“What did you expect?” He asks, sliding a key into the front door.

You pick at the paint on the porch beam, rubbing it off of your fingers, “Something more ‘2038′ I guess.”

He opens the door, his shoulders slug when he steps in, almost immediately leaving your side, “Hank!”

“You gave me like 20 fuckin’ minutes! What was I supposed to do?”

You smell fresh Pillsbury cookies and note the Christmas lights strewn across the ceiling. By your feet, a dog walks up, he’s wearing a Santa hat, it’s super festive.

Hank on a ladder painting a white banner to say “CHRISTMAS SUPPORT GROU” is less festive.

Hank looks to you, dropping the paint bucket quite aggressively on the floor.

“Full disclosure, I didn’t have a lot of time so your gift is from a suitcase I found in my attic.”

Connor comes back to you, handing you a Santa hat and offers you cookies in another hand. “Here is your festive hat, your festive cookies--” He looks down at the dog, “Festive Sumo--” He points to Hank with his plate of cookies, “Festive Hank--” He moves to point at the Christmas tree in the corner. “Festive tree-- That we can light on fire in respect of our support group.”

You squint, smiling but still confused, “I don’t quite understand.”

Hank comes down from his ladder, with the hat, he looks like a homeless Santa. “Christmas kinda sucks, for a lot of people.” He puts his hand on your shoulder in that dad type way, “But it shouldn’t suck alone.”

Connor pipes in, “I’ve curated the most classic Christmas movies to date and have a playlist ready to go-- Also an excellent hot chocolate recipe that I’m very sure we don’t have all the ingredients for.”

You grin, “Sounds good-- Sounds- Sounds like a good Christmas, for once.”

“Well, it’s my first Christmas, so I hope it gets better than this.”

uwu what’s this?

me writing a Christmas special based on my own experiences but with a happy ending? more likely than u think

For real though, Christmas is hard for me and MANY other people, likely a couple few reading this- And while I know an old man and his robot dog can’t come into your life and actually fix everything, I hope this made things less shitty.

Hang in there champ, it’s almost 2019 and even if times a construct it’ll vaguely feel like we get a restart at least.

also

saw spiderverse today and it’s mad my new favourite movie and ik Marvel is kinda tired but genuinely this movie made me feel the way watching Spiderman when I was 8 made me felt. I haven’t felt that kind of childlike wonder in a long fucking time, especially with a movie-- I highly RECC that cause it healed my sour mood today.

i wonder if i still have my taglist sticky noted,,,,,?

i DO

but it’s SUPER ANNOYING CAUSE THE INTERNETS LAGGING SO F U C K IT

thanks 4 reading wow

also didn’t read this over there are probably agregious errors but leave comments to boost my confidence anyways

#Connor #connor rk800 #connor x reader #connor rk800 imagine #DBH #dbh connor #dbh x reader #dbh imagine #connor rk800 x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

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ksstherain-blog · 7 years

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detention date

pairing: reader x kyungsoo

prompt: highschool!au

a/n: inspired by @niminii honestly i cannot believe u got that hella long detention that one time lmao!! anyways i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but excuse any slip ups if i forgot to change pronouns :( feedback is always appreciated!! it’s 6/27- i didnt rly know how to end this im just finishing it after i started it months ago and i wanted to post it so the ending is so ??? sry sry

“He’s staring at you again,” your friend teased, her words floating past her lips in a hushed, sing-song tone. Warmth rose to your cheeks in an instant, your eyes struggling to remain fixed on your teacher at the front of the room. It took every ounce of self-control in your body to resist the urge to shift your gaze an inch to meet his eyes.

Whispers and laughter began to exchange between three boys across the room, behind Kyungsoo, the boy who was supposedly looking your way.

“Dude, Kyungsoo, there’s no way you haven’t been caught. Y/N’s not stupid!” Sehun hissed. His statement was followed by a loud laugh as he saw your gaze shift, following the sound of your name in their conversation.

A smirk danced on your lips, shaking your head and continuing your notes.

At least he’s trying to be subtle.

The shrill ring of the bell resonated in every classroom and in the vacant hallways, indicating the end of class.

Being in no rush, you took your time, placing your possessions back into your bag gently. Your friend tapped your shoulder before she left, glancing in Kyungsoo’s direction and shooting you a wink. “Save the poor boy some trouble, just talk to him once. I’m sure he’s a sweet guy, just a little shy, looking for a little love...”

“Shut up!” you squealed, sending her off with a playful slap on the arm as she waved and vanished behind the doorframe.

Once all your belongings were back in your bag, you thanked your teacher and began to leave. A shy voice called your name, halting your steps as you spun around, a curious smile on your face as you responded, “Hm?”

Kyungsoo stood at his desk, his belongings still sprawled out on his desk. His hands were stiffly placed into a somewhat natural pose- one resting at his side, the other, bashfully running through his short hair. His friends nudged his side, causing his face to quickly contort in pain from the small jab and rub his rib.

“Kyungsoo,” one of his friends, Chanyeol, prodded, hoping to finally get his friend to at least say one word to you before leaving.

“Oh, right! Bye, Y/N!” the short boy quickly blurted, a rosy hue erupting on his cheeks as his gaze lowered. His hands worked to shove his notebooks into his backpack as he silently prayed that Sehun, Chanyeol, and Jongin wouldn’t make too much fun of him for what just happened.

A soft giggle bubbled past your lips as you grinned, “See you tomorrow, Kyungsoo.”

“Where’s the lover?” Sehun whispered as he slid his slender body into the metal chair, glancing around the room for you. He had slept in and took his time with getting ready, seeing how he was already late. It was not an unusual sight to see Sehun arrive to class late; however, it was unusual to see you late, let alone, absent.

“Mr. Oh, I may be facing the board, but my ears aren’t facing anywhere and can hear exceptionally well. It’s nice of you to join us 40 minutes after we’ve begun, and it would be even better if you could join me in detention after school for half an hour.”

The entire class stifled their laughter as Sehun muttered out a profanity, slumping into his chair.

“That’s your eighth one,” Jongin pressed, “in two weeks.”

“Glad you can count, Jongin,” Sehun snapped as he pulled down the bill of his cap, “but is Y/N seriously not here? I was looking forward to making jokes...”

Minutes seemed to pass and as the minute hand of the analog clock signaled the beginning of another hour, a riot of footsteps echoed through the halls before the classroom door slammed open. All eyes in the room shifted towards the door, your classmates and friends finding your outfit of flip-flops, sweatpants and a jacket, to be amusing.

“Hi, sorry, I slept in and I didn’t even realize-”

“Y/N! Glad you can join us today. Did you get a nice bit of extra sleep?”

“I did,” you mumbled, the heat in your cheeks making the room feel uncomfortably hot. You slowly walked to your seat and attempted to shrink before your teacher’s voice called out to you for a second time.

“Well, since you got extra sleep, I take it that you won’t be too tired today?”

“I guess not..?”

“That’s perfect! Because I have a lot of work for you to do after school, for an hour, in detention.”

Mortified, you let out a groan and rested your head on your desk.

Sleeping in, detention? You just need one good thing to come out of today.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the group of four boys plotted a plan.

“Just get detention, Kyungsoo. It’s not even that bad. Well, I mean, it’s not bad as long as it’s not an hour long.” Chanyeol suggested, his last sentence sending two boys into a frenzy of laughter, and one into a train of deep thought.

“How do I get detention? Class is almost over..” Kyungsoo wondered aloud, his plump lips quirking as he thought.

“Just be obnoxious,” Jongin stated, “like this,”

Before Kyungsoo could even ask him what he meant, Jongin raised his voice.

“Kyungsoo! You’re so funny, thanks for showing me this video! Can you link me, bro? I can’t believe the teacher hasn’t caught you yet...”

You looked up at the group of boys and laughed, their childish antics brightening your mood a bit. They were always troublemakers in your class, and today, they seemed to be stirring up mischief once again.

“Jongin, would you like to serve detention with your friend after school?”

The tan boy’s lips curved into a proud smile, his head eagerly nodding in approval of the idea. “Yes, I’d love to! Can Chanyeol and Kyungsoo get detention with us too?”

Your teacher grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes, “Sure, whatever, just keep quiet and pay attention. I don’t want to hear from you the rest of class.”

Detention began and you sat uncomfortably in your chair, your eyes darting around the room. Your detention ‘buddies’ had yet to arrive, and you were secretly praying they would show up quickly. Saying detention is boring is an understatement, it’s beyond tiring and a waste time.

“Hi, Y/N,” a small voice greeted from the doorway. You raised your head and smiled, responding to Kyungsoo with a similar greeting.

“What are you doing here? Did you actually get detention because of Jongin?” you asked, feeling pity for the poor boy. He did nothing but got dragged into a punishment for no reason.

“No, actually- I mean, I kinda- I’m just, I came to see...”

“See what?”

“See..if..you..were...here...”

Your lips curved into an “O” shape, your head tilting to the side in confusion.

“Why?”

The flustered boy scuffed at the floor with his shoes, “I wanted to, um, maybe talk or something. You know, because this is detention and it gets boring, so I just wanted to keep you company and talk to the guys. And talk to you, of course, yeah. I just wanted to see if you were here...”

He looked up from the floor and he felt his heart warm at the sight of you bashfully grinning, a soft dash of pink decorating your cheeks.

“You came to detention because you wanted to talk to me? Like a detention date?” you joked, feeling flattered nonetheless that a cute boy like Kyungsoo liked you enough to stay an hour in detention with you.

“Yeah,” he mumbled in response. Embarrassed would be the perfect word to describe how he was feeling, but bearing through it meant that he could possibly spend time with you, he was okay with it.

“Well, what are you waiting for,” you questioned, smiling as you pulled out the chair next to you. “Sit down, Kyungsoo. Detention’s about to start.”

#NIM i miss u come back rat #kyungsoo #do kyungsoo #d.o.#exo #exo kyungsoo #exo ksoo #ksoo #exo fluff #kpop fluff #kyungsoo fluff #d.o. fluff #kpop scenario #kyungsoo scenario #kpop #exo scenario blog #kpop scenario blog

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autisticpika · 7 years

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@circusbabys HOLEY MOLEY okay here i go!!!!! thabk u my sweet friend.. also lets hope tumblr doesnt mess up the spacing since im on mobile xD A- i have a few autie friends!!! most of them are on here (like u thwompus!!!) but otherwise i dont have many autistic friends irl. i have a friend at the b&g club but we are very different and i had 2 friends from my old school but we dont rlly talk anymore. if i do have any more autie friends irl, theyre undiagnosed i guess ? B- i love visual stimming so much!!! i have a blog dedicated to just visual stimmy videos @pokemonyello (shameless self promo lol) also i love tactile stimming even though my skin picking makes it restricting to tactile stim much. i also totally dig chewing on things from food to.. not food. i wish i had a chew necklace that i could wear in public :P i have one but its big and meant for babies so.. needless to say i dont wear it much C- i kkkkind of answered this in the last one? but more specifically i like stims like rocking when i can, rubbing silky textures like my lanyard/baby blanket (i like smooth textures like the silicone charm on my lanyard i have to stop myself from chewing on it haha) and i love rubbing my fingers together i was literally just doing it while i was trying to think of another example lol!! D. when i was rlly young just barely before i was introduced to pokemon i was really fixated on animals, specifically like insects (like satoshi tajiri!!) and dinosaurs! i looooved dinosaurs and owned lots of books on them. i also really loved steve irwin the crocodile hunter i sent a letter to him when i was 5ish :3 and of course pokemon came around eventually lol! E. four fun facts!!! hmm heck. im bad at this, i can usually come up with facts depending on random context better,, 1. did u know that the Official pokemon mascot was almost clefairy? they eventually decided pikachu was more gender neutral i gues (u kno... bc clefairy is Pink... thas for gorls only everyone knows) 2. did u know pokemon stadium in the us was actually technically the intended expansion to japanese pokemon stadium? it was meant for the nintendo 64 disc drive as an upgrade to the original game but the disc drive did not do well so they just sold it as pokemon stadium (1) in the us as a separate game. 3. super smash brothers for the 64 actually started out as just a plain ole fighting game! the liscensed characters came into the picture later because the makers thought it would make the game more appealing to have it star characters like mario, link, pikachu, and captain falcon. 4. (this one i just learned a couple days ago!) in super monkey ball 2, in the name selection before you start story mode, there is every letter in the alphabet except for lower case w! you can type a capital w but no lower case. also some levels have background things removed to compensate for space, like how the fish is removed in the level "URL" and the vegetables in the soup are gone from... the level with the multiple wormholes and the tilty small paths? i forgot the name of that level :'3 also in one of the levels one of the background assets is randomly yellow, even though that part isnt yellow anywhere else. i forgot which level this one was too haha. F. im a mixture of being loud and quiet! around people i dont know im usually quiet and avoid talking/interacting with people but if youre someone im comfortable with its hard to get me to even stop talking and i can get accidentally pretty loud xD G. usually avoider? i think? if im alone at home i seek sensory input but i avoid unexpected/uncontrolled noise or overwhelming feeling textures a lot H. lots!!!! i love big sweaters, shirts, pants, stuff like that! sometimes stuff like skinny jeans or leggings is okay but not too tight. same with shirts. i end up feeling really uncomfortable in tight clothes I. honestly i dont get many autistic related accomodations from people since im not diagnosed and im not out to most people.. but sometimes my mom will give me apples in my lunch but when she does she peel s the skins off of the slices because she knows i cant stand the texture of the skins. she is so kind :) J. https://youtu.be/rUEVjLvO6FA this video of me when i was about 11? very much me very much an autie child... if u watch it u can tell i clearly havent changed much hahaha K. usually my fav sensory outfit is about what im wearing now, except im wearing not as comfortable tightish pants also my shirt isnt as comfortable but i wore it bc its a pokemon shirt... so thats good. but my hoodie rn is a Good L. when i was little i always kinda thought they looked like hamster paws but i didnt really call them that? i used to do that with my hands bc my friend did it too but my mom stopped me lol. now i like raptor hands and kitty hands thats rlly good M. i always loved imitating animal noises, especially cats! i love meowing at my cat back when she does it :P also this isnt Animal mannerisms, but my mom said i used to try to make facial expressions and talk like i was a cartoon character which is still kinda how i see myslef haha! also i used to pretend i was pikachu even if i was just alone also one day i only talked to my mom in pikachu speak (pika pika!) N. i used to love mac and cheese but Only the kraft kind with the skinny noodles, i would not eat any other shape of noodles haha. also i went through a phase where i wouldnt eat anything with melted cheddar on it (which is weird bc now i love cheese) also one of my favorite foods in the whole world when i was in 1st grade were these little mexican chocolate cake treats they had jelly in them and my friend roberto used to give me them at lunch i wanted them all the time!! i tried looking up the name of them i found buba lubas and they were rlly similar but i dont think it was exactly those O. now i dont rlly? have "same foods" mostly because im less picky now and i will eat most things... but i think anything with dairy is kind of a comforting constant, like if we have rice and curry or soup or smth i always put sour cream/greek yogurt/ranch in it otherwise it feels like a chore to eat lmao? P. already answered!! Q. time for my own question!!! for my autie followers: did u guys ever have stuffed animals/toys you really loved or love now? u should share abt ur favorite toy in the replies!! infodumping is fun, feel free to tell me abt ur favorite pal as much as u want my dudes thank u thwomp for the ask!!! i spent so much time answering this it was a lot of fun :3

#my posts #long post #asd #actuallyautistic #i rlly rlly hope mobile doesnt mess up the formatting!!!!! id have to wait to fix it :s

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mecha-velli · 6 years

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i rlly don't think I'm self hating or whatever for thinking it's fine if someone has a preference for trans dudes... or like specifically I enjoy it? like there are lots of ways to be a transphobic creep and only some of those coexist with preference, and only some ppl with preferences are creeps idk... I think context matters. I'm more wary of pan+poly+cis dorks with greasy hair who claim not to have any preference than like, a normal respectful chaser. and like ok if someone is like mostly just into women and then likes some trans dudes (for whatever reason) I'm more likely to side-eye them but even then there's legitimate reasons sometimes. but like I think especially if someone is into men basically exclusively, and then specifically prefers trans men, there is likely an ok reason for that am I crazy? like... I don't think I am. I get if it's not for u but like... idk maybe I'll end up having a bad experience and I'll change my mind. but as for right now I kinda can't imagine that anyone who experiences sexual attraction truly feels neutral about bodies? like I think either you're going to like what's going on w my body or you're gonna dislike it. maybe it's bc I'm almost-sorta dating a non-trans gay dude (a monosexual lmfao) with a preference for trans guys but like, he didn't bring up that preference until I asked him abt it? bc I wanted reassurance that I'm not like gross to him.. and it was v comforting to know that he's Into it. but idk I mean probably some of the stuff I engage with is a little problematic idk. but like as someone who's non-op I guess I just like enjoy having my real actual body be valued. ig there's also the importance of the trans imaginary when it comes to both social n sexual relationships, but I think chasers also have a good chance of being able to engage in that.

also in the case of Boy specifically like he is also ~90% exclusively attracted to bigger guys and that also doesn't bug me at all... why should it. vast majority of dudes think we're nasty and that's a preference I gotta live with, why not also b chill with preferences that benefit me. additionally like idk. so what if someone has a type, like I definitely do. he likes boyish big dudes with weird relationships to masculinity, so ofc he likes trans guys.

also he likes poetry n writerly shit n intellectuals n extremely online people n whatnot. I'm learning the few things about myself that aren't his ideal and thankfully he is too. like I'm not older n more mature than he is; we're both working out how to be good to other ppl. but at least I'm at a place where I can hopefully meet him where he's at and we can both challenge each other to grow. I also don't know much about jrpgs. we also seem to have pretty different perspectives on sex but I, at least, am incredibly refreshed by his approach so far. there are probably other ideals which I shall shatter, but I hope they are also manageable human flaws rather than irreconcilable differences lol. still hoping he's not a scary evil person, and that I am also not a scary evil person. would really like it if neither of us destroyed the other.

talking with him abt my past and some of the stuff going on there and he is seeming to be quite understanding... but also there appears to be a similar darkness in his past which I am concerned about. if someone hates him the way my exes hate me, either he also met a real lunatic or... maybe he did something real bad. I'm scared for that conversation. he mentioned kinda taking advantage of his last bf and that does alarm me a bit even though he seems to be actively trying to grow in the wake of that.

I can't believe at first I was gonna post some of this to my main lmao girl u crazy for that one. speaking of crazy. he seems to be continually undaunted by my mental illness stuff but I wonder if he really has a handle on what all that means. does he reckon himself to be a saviour of sorts? does he think he's some shining white knight? like he's gonna idk... idk man. and like I was honest with him that one of the possibilities that excites me about pursuing a relationship with him is that he seems to provide some kind of room to heal. he is so gentle with me and like assertive and capable of having difficult conversations without shutting down (at least so far). but like I don't see him as a white Knight. I see him as a person that I can pursue emotional health and wellness with, without endangering myself hopefully. but what does it mean for him? what kind of growth does he see for himself in me? does he just see me as an opportunity for him to learn how compassion and ethics and principles work? bc I wouldn't like to be the person who taught him how to love lol...

I hate that I'm thinking so damn far in the future. like I'd like very much for him to be se great guy but I already feel myself clamping up and convincing myself that he's the only person who could be attracted to me. I have to actively remind myself that there are several people who are and have been attracted to me. and there will be many more. chances are that this relationship will not last forever, even if I'm already in fucking ltr mode mentally. I'm trying to predict what the problems will be so that they won't surprise me when they come.

possible problems: he or I meet someone geographically closer + fall in mad passion with them. I scare him away by broadcasting too many of my breakdowns to him, especially if I share my suicidality/true crime obsession/belief that I'm an evil sociopath/ whatever, and just generally be inconsolable enough times until he's worn down completely. I make fun of him and get too mean about it. he turns ace and I start fucking random dudes. he becomes emotionally unavailable and I become needy. he has problems that I can't solve. I never get over my awkwardness about his pain bc I can relate to almost none of it. he decides pussy isn't for him anymore. he drifts too far from gay boy gender-wise and I lose interest. we end up having to move to REALLY different places for work n life. he rapes me. he can't get over the fact that certain things abt me might not go away with recovery. he can't deal with my flirtatious ways. we move in and realize we can't stand each other. we have sex too soon and he loses interest. I'm bad at sex and he loses interest. he realizes my naked body is a shambling horror. he just gets scared of my feelings and the fact that I have them. my career amounts to nothing and he gets suck of supporting me through it

I'm too sleepy to go on

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