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leah-lover · 2 months

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Closed for maintenance. Leah williamson × reader.

This is part 2. I took a gamble on the ending. If you don't like it tell me so that I can change it.

PS: thank you for all the support ❤️❤️.

I woke up the next day with a painful headache. The light painfully affected my eyes as soon as I opened them. At first I didn't take in my surroundings, all I thought about was the pain. Then suddenly it all came back, the party, the drinks, Leah, the kiss. Holy shit Leah I kissed Leah. “Oh no why do I do this why the hell do I always do this. Fuck.” I cursed at myself. Then I jolted up. This is not my room, it's probably Leah's. I quickly inspected the room, no longer feeling the pain in my head as I was preoccupied with the trouble I got into. I then noticed a note that said “ good morning beautiful, come join me in the kitchen.”

I got up to refresh my hair. I was still in yesterday's clothes, so I just tidied myself and went out to join her.

I was met with the cutest sight in the world. Leah blasting ABBA, dancing and cooking what looks like eggs. With the biggest smile on my face I said “ good morning cap.”. She embarrassed turned down the music and replied “ good morning to you sleepy head, you were drunk last night so I brought you home I am not sure if you remember “

“ I do remember everything despite the earth shaking headache I am experiencing right now.” I added, which made her nervous.

“ Leah the pan it's burning.” I pointed out. “Shit. Oh god. What are we gonna do?” she said while putting the pan in the sink.

“ Well I guess the girls are having brunch, maybe we should join them.” I suggested, afraid of the outcome of us being alone.

“ Good Idea I am gonna go get ready you tell the girls we are coming together, I mean yeah…., not together like in the same car I guess.” She blurred out while going up the stairs.

On our way to the restaurant Leah seemed nervous, she kept fidgeting with the console not knowing what to do. I just ignored the tension and stared at the window.

Once we arrived we were greeted by Katie. “ Look who just showed up in yesterday's clothes late.” She said,

“ Katie fuck off please and thank you.”She replied, ushering me to an empty seat and pushing the chair out for me. “Such a gentleman “ said Katie, which earned her a stern look from Leah.

The conversation flew rather quickly, and the girls grew tired and started to leave one by one. After a while I was left with Leah alone.

“ We need to talk about what happened yesterday, it is eating at me.” She started, “ it , you, have been eating at me since you joined. You are one of if not the most beautiful human beings I know. You are kind, sweet, and confident. You are a leader and a good friend. I ….” She added before I stopped her when I put a finger on her mouth.

“ I need you to listen to me Leah. I can't let this go far. I have been in a relationship with my teammate. It has ruined my career. I left Chelsea because of my relationship with Niamh. I lost friends because they were hers first. I was left alone. I like the family here at arsenal. I don't want to lose that. Plus my heart is closed. I don't want a relationship. I can't handle a relationship right now.” I said with tears falling down my cheek.

“hey it's okay. It's not gonna be like that. Here at Arsenal what is mine is theirs. We have formed a group with Katie, Caitlain, Lia, Alessia,and Steph. What is mine is theirs and vice versa. That fact is known within the team. They won't only be my friends they will be your family. You won't be isolated. If god forbid something happened. Do you understand me?” She said, nervousness was apparent on her face.

I stayed quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say or what to do. “ If you are not up to it that's okay.” She said, worry in her face. “ I don't know what to think. Maybe I just need to understand more.” I replied.

“ Let's go to Katie's house, there you will understand.” She added, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the restaurant.

And right then and there a new chapter in my life began.

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demiesworld · 1 year

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How They React When You Fight Pt. 2 (Tokyo Revengers)

pairings: ran, rindou, sanzu, kakucho, hanma, kokonoi x reader synopsis: a continuation of my last post contents: suggestive themes (in sanzu's), violence, fighting and swearing

RAN HAITANI

Everyone and their mother knew about Ran's girlfriend. They knew of her temper, her possessiveness over Ran, and her protective mindset when it came to her boyfriend. That's why when Ran had a woman that wasn't his girlfriend flirting with him he would immediately shut them down. Sometimes Rindou would do it for him too when given the opportunity on his behalf. Everyone knew when it came to Y/N's man don't fuck with him. Not unless you want to end up in a hospital bed.

Ran was also possessive over his girlfriend too. Maybe that's why they clicked, they both had that "You're mine and I'm yours, can't nobody fuck with us" mindset. He loved her to death.

He was at the club he and Rindou operated, seated in a booth with Kokonoi, Kakucho, and Takeomi. Rindou went off to the restroom and you were at the bar ordering more drinks for the table you were at with your boyfriend and his comrades. Apparently this was the perfect opportunity for some broad to slither into the booth and try to steal your man.

As the woman joined and smiled lustfully at Ran, Kakucho and Kokonoi shared a look. Takeomi grinned knowing what was going to come. As for Ran he just sat there not responding to the woman when she tucked her hair over her shoulder and had the audacity to put her chapped nail polished fingers on Ran's tie.

"So what do you think, handsome? Do you want to come home with me?" She coos. Not knowing that you were returning with a tray of shots in your hands.

"He won't be going anywhere with you, bitch." She jumped when she heard your venomous voice and looked at you scared. "You got five seconds to get your grimy fingers off of my man. Five,"

She retracted her hand away from Ran, who was smirking in amusement at the situation, and scooted away from him. "No, no you got it all wrong-"

You walked around the side of the table and snatched up the woman by her hair. Pulling her away from your boyfriend and dragging her out of the booth. She was screaming for help, "No don't scream now bitch, you wanna go touch on someone's man do it, but it ain't gonna be mine!" You tossed her into the crowd of dancers like she was yesterday's trash.

Ran chuckled, leaning over to grab a shot of liquor and manspread on the sofa, "That's my girl, come sit on my lap princess."

RINDOU HAITANI

Rindou knew you could fight before you two started dating, which is why when you two would have arguments he never let you or him go to bed angry. If there's one thing Rindou loves more than his older brother it's you and your relationship. He wouldn't do anything to cause trouble between the two of you.

You were spending time with your boyfriend at an arcade when his phone continuously was getting spammed with phone calls. The first few rings you didn't pay it no mind, but after the umpteenth ring you grew annoyed. You stopped playing the virtual hockey game with Rindou and turned to him. "Who is calling you?"

"I don't know! Must be one of the guys, just ignore it." He tells you, but you knew it wasn't just one of the guys. Your eyes narrowed at Rindou and you folded your arms. "Show me your phone." Rindou sighed, "Y/N…"

"Phone!" You held out your hand and he gave it to you. You unlocked it and saw an unknown number calling him again. Your eyes widened when you saw who's number it was. It was your best friend. "Why the fuck is Y/F/N calling you?"

"I don't know! She's been calling me for a week and I sent her a message saying to leave me alone!"

"That doesn't answer my question, you dumbass!" The phone rang again and this time you answered it, but held the phone up to your boyfriend's ear. "Talk to her."

"Babe- hello? Oh hey Y/F/N." Rindou shoved his hands into his pockets, his eyes averting your glare. When your friend asked where he was you told him to say he was at the arcade and he was alone. "Tell her to meet you up here." You said and he repeated it to her. Your friend, stupidly agreed to meet him up there and you two went outside waiting for her.

You sat on a bench with a newspaper in front of you covering your face and Rindou stood in front of the entrance of the arcade with his hands in his pockets. Just then your friend showed up beaming at your boyfriend and waving at him. "Hey there Rinnie! I see Y/N is not here with you today. What happened?"

"Oh, um she's just not feeling good right now." He swallowed feeling guilty that he was setting her up for her demise. Before your friend could answer you shot up from your seat and tossed the newspaper away. "Trying to talk to my man behind my back huh? Really Y/F/N?"

She jolted, taking a step back and smiled sheepishly. "Y-Y/N, I didn't know you were here!" You stomped closer to her and yelled, "Yeah because you were too busy trying to get," your hand went over your head and slapped her across her face. "dick from my boyfriend!" The impact of the slap sent her on the ground, holding her cheek and scattering to get away from you. "The fuck are you looking at slut?! Go!" Your now ex-friend scrambled to her feet and ran away from you and Rindou still holding her cheek.

You turn your attention to your boyfriend, "And you, if something like this happens again and you don't tell me, your ass is going to be just like her dickless."

Rindou nodded his head stiffly, he knew you weren't playing either this time.

SANZU HARUCHIYO

"Oh Y/N… my pretty angel, the most beautiful girl in the world, my cherry pie, the apple of my-"

"Who is it that I have to fight now, Sanzu?" You deadpanned.

Your lover rested his chin in his hands as he looked at you from across the table. You were preoccupied with arranging a dinner for the weekend for you and him before he interrupted. Sanzu slid his phone across the table, a picture of a woman with short blue hair. His finger tapped on her face, "Her. She's a nuisance to me, and she shows up at the bar whenever I'm with the guys desperately trying to get my number." He pouts like a child, then starts to smile wickedly, "I need for you to teach her a lesson for me please."

"If I teach her a lesson what sort of reward will I be getting?"

Sanzu leans across the table and sweetly kisses your lips. "You'll get to do that thing you always wanted to do to me." Your face heats up for a moment and you nod your head agreeing to his terms.

That's how you find yourself in the parking lot of the local bar fighting with the woman. Sanzu stood by watching as you had her against a car and were kicking her in her stomach. He licked his lips at the sight of blood trickling from the woman's head when you had hit her with a steel pipe earlier. The sounds of her pathetic groans for you to stop were arousing to him.

"Don't. You. Ever. Look. At. Him. Again." you say as you finish your final kick with your steel-toed boot colliding with her face. She slumped forward coughing out blood and weakly told you she won't look at him again. Satisfied with your results of the fight you walked away from her and locked your arms with Sanzu.

"Oh, princess that was so hot of you to do that for me." Sanzu croons, as he opens the door for you to enter the car. You thank him and watches as he shuts your passenger door and goes to enter on the driver's side. "The pleasure is all mine, princess, and speaking of pleasure," your cheeks are squished in between his fingers as he leans over the center console to kiss your lips.

Sanzu nibbles at your bottom lip with his teeth, tugging at the flesh as he pulls away. "I hope that what you do to me tonight really pleases me."

SHUJI HANMA

"You know when you said we were going out to have fun," you start just before a girl lunges for you and you punch her in the stomach. She groans in pain from the impact, giving you the chance to elbow her on the top of her head knocking her down. "I didn't think fighting a group of coeds would be it."

Hanma slugs a guy in the face just as he charges towards him. A manic laugh leaving from his mouth when his fist collided with the man's cheek. He felt the bones of his opponent's face crack upon the blow. "Aha! Then what did you think we're going to do baby?"

You shrug your shoulders, and reply back, "I don't know maybe terrorize the convenience store owner again." You duck when a girl swings a bat at your head, narrowly missing it. You dodge her swings and block another attempted hit with your arm. It hurt like hell, but you fought through the pain and kicked the girl in her groin. She loosens her grip on the bat and you snatch it from her hands, bashing the end of it at her skull. From the corner of your eye you saw a guy heading towards Hanma. "At your 6 babe!"

Hanma laughs boisterously, he blocks the man's jab and snatches him by his nose. "Come on baby! I thought you knew me better than that!" The crazed smile of his never once falters from his face as he lifts the guy by his nose and throws him on the ground. "Surely this is more thrilling!" He stands above the man, stomping at his head with his heavy feet. The sounds of bones cracking encourage Hanma to further disfigure the man underneath him.

You look around at the several bodies scattered in the alleyway, unmoving bodies of both male and female on the ground. Hanma stops stomping the man's head in once he sees his teeth caving in. You walk towards your boyfriend holding the arm that had blocked the hit earlier. "I think they're all done for Shuji. Let's go."

Hanma smiles at you and tosses his arm over your shoulders leading you out of the alleyway. "You got hurt baby," you scoff and turn your head away from his gaze. "It's nothing that a little ice won't fix." You say to him, and smirk, "Besides I had some fun back there."

His eyes brightened as you two made it to his bike and hopped on the ride, "Great~ Would you do it again for me, baby?"

"Absolutely not."

Cue Hanma pouting.

KOKONOI HAJIME

For him it was never easy dealing with your feisty attitude and short temper. He didn't know how to control you, and frankly didn't want to even do it. He was afraid he'd wind up at the end of a closed fist to his face if he were to defy or deny you of anything. If you told him to jump he would ask you how high. That's how committed he was to not pissing you off.

He felt pity for those who fought with you because they would end up seriously hurt. He remembered the one time a girl was picking on him at a party. She was calling him lizard man because of his habit of sticking out his tongue. What really ticked him off was when she went up to him, flicked his nose, and called him a pussy. She was a bold woman. He will give her credit for that.

If only she knew just who she was fucking with. The words that the girl said to him went through the grapevine to you at the party. "Where is she?" you said as you push through people to reach your boyfriend. Koko stood there looking scared, meanwhile Ran answered the question for you. He pointed his finger at the entrance of the club, "She just went outside for a smoke."

"Y/N wait!" Koko called out but it was too late. You were already running out of the club to go and get the girl. "Shit, Ran why did you tell her where she was!" Koko shouted to the purple-haired man, Ran shrugged his shoulders. "I wanna see a cat fight." Koko scoffs at him and leaves to go stop you from fighting with the girl. The last thing he needed was you in jail tonight.

Meanwhile you were outside searching for the girl. As you rounded the corner you saw the girl smoking a cigarette underneath a lamp pole. "Hey, bitch!" You shout, and slide your heel off of your feet. "You got some nerve to be talking about my boyfriend with those grandma titties you got!"

She gasped and flicked her cigarette away, "Excuse me," You grinned at her and held your shoe tighter in your hand. "You heard me!" She went to say something else, but you had enough of the talking. Using the heel in your right hand you whacked her with the steel tip end of the heel, successfully smashing her temple with it. You whacked her with it again on the other side of her head. "I'm not done with you bitch," You pulled her by her hair and started punching her on the top of her head. Little whimpers came from the woman and she tried to defend herself by hitting you in your stomach. "You crazy fucking slut!" She shouts.

Koko showed up outside with Ran, Kakucho, Rindou and Sanzu behind him. He saw you about to pull your killer move on the woman and immediately he charged to stop you. "No!" he cried as he tackled you to the ground; you both grunt at the impact. "Y/N are you crazy?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

You thrashed in his hold, "Get off of me Koko!" you sneered.

"Hell no, I just paid for your nails and I'd be damned if you're gonna fuck them up by fighting some whore!"

And that is why Koko tells people who talk ill about him, "My girlfriend isn't afraid to do jail time over you."

HITTO KAKUCHO

If there was one word to describe Kakucho, it would be his undying loyalty for those he grew to love. He was loyal to Izana, his closest friend until his untimely passing, and he was just as loyal to you, his girlfriend. Never did Kakucho complain about you to anyone or talked about you in vain behind your back. He respected you just as much as you respected him.

Though he never would have guessed how protective you were over him until the incident at the park happened. It was on a late, cool night when he was at home polishing the magazine of his gun and he heard rapid heavy knocks on his door. He stopped what he was doing and went to answer it. As soon as he pulled the door open he saw the sight of one of your friends. “Y/F/N? What are you doing here this late?” He asked, and she shook her head. “I can’t explain to you, but you gotta come with me Y/N is in danger!”

The second your name was mentioned, Kakucho quickly snatched his house keys and locked his door before following your friend. She led him to a park that was just a few blocks out of his home and there he saw you fighting two men. Scattered on the ground were incapacitated men, and Kakucho believed you must have been the cause of that. “Y/N,” he whispered, as he stopped in his tracks and stood there in a trance.

You fought so elegantly, yet with a vengeance in your hits. You were dodging hits, blocking punches with your arms, and serving strong kicks to the opponents abdomen. When one of them picked up a bat to swing it at your head, that’s when Kakucho snapped out of his trance and started to run towards the man. “Y/N!” he cries. Everything seems to move in slow motion for him. Kakucho intercepted the melee attack with his hands grasping the bat and halting it from striking you.

You gasp, “Kakucho!” the guy in front of you tried punching you but you blocked it and swung your left fist up to his chin. The man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he stumbled on his feet. “Bastard!” You stood there as he fell backwards, he was out. Your attention went to your boyfriend, looking at him worriedly as he used his strength to push the man away from you. His jaw clenched, arms straining to stop the attacker from hurting you or him. “I won’t let you touch her, you piece of shit.”

Just then you appeared from behind the man, pulling him into a chokehold. He loosened his grip on the bat and Kakucho took it away from him, tossing it away from his grasp. The man gasped for air, his eyes bulging from his head as you held him there. “Y/N,” Kakucho began, your cold eyes met his heterochromatic ones, “What are you doing here? Why are you doing this?”

“These guys were talking crap about you Kakucho. They mentioned Izana’s death, they said they were glad he died because he was nothing but a pathetic leader.” Kakucho’s breath hitched as he looked down at the faces of the men surrounding him. He recognized them as former Tenjiku members. He swallowed, as distraught as he was right now he couldn’t let you do this. “You don’t have to do this Y/N, this isn’t what I want you to do.”

You look at the man still struggling to break free from your deathly hold. Your eyes were unreadable and void of emotion. Kakucho couldn’t guess what you were going to do next. “Let him go, please.” You shook your head at your boyfriend. “Please Y/N.” Suddenly he fell to his knees and you sucked in a sharp breath. “Release him.”

With your body trembling you let the man go and he collapsed to his knees before Kakucho. He hunched over gasping for air to enter his lungs. Your boyfriend stood to his full height, his eyes glaring down at the man at his feet. “You will thank me for telling her to stop.” He then looked up at you, “I understand what you were trying to do, but that doesn’t mean you have to kill these traitors.” You took a step forward, stepping over the hunched form of the man, and wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s body.

Kakucho’s strong arms held you close to him, his warm hands caressing your back up and down in gentle strokes. His lips ghosted over your ear, “I love you Y/N.”

That’s how he found out that you were the one for him. His undying loyalty for you and your never-ending love for him.

a/n: ugh i might have did word vomit with kakucho’s! but i hope you enjoy!

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writteninlunarlight-years · 27 days

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Hi Luna!

You wanted requests so i thought of something.

What about a blurb/fic of Cedric Diggory x fem!hufflepuffreader, in which fem is a very bubbly, happy sunshine character but the better they get to know each other, he finds her jealous side,which she trys to hide because she is always so nice. Maybe this surprises him but he finds it cute/hot. 👀

It’s very general but english isnt my first language so i don’t know.

Have a great day lovely 🫶🏻

-🍓🍰

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem!Hufflepuff Reader

Warnings: AFAB reader, Toxic 'he's mine' mentality, Jealousy

Type: Fanfic x reader

Request: Anon

Word Count: Way longer than I anticipated for my first fic

Prompt: Cedric Diggory witnesses the sweet reader be jealous for the first time.

Notes: Thank you so much, Anon! Yay, my first request!!! I'm so excited to fulfill this for you! I hope I am okay with my writing; here's hoping for the best. I have my request page on my blog if anyone else wants to ask away! Cedric also doesn't die in this spinoff. (I always cried so hard at that part) P.S. I do use Grammarly as my spelling/grammar checker. I have Dyslexia, so if things are Choppy or if they look off, please don't hesitate to reach out to me and give me some constructive criticism or suggestions!

Sweet As A Daisy Smells~~~~ Cedric Diggory

You remember your first day at Hogwarts like it was yesterday, even if years have passed. The beautiful architecture, the food, the Witches and Wizards of your year, of course, nothing would beat the year below you and their entrance, seeing as Harry Potter had joined your school that year. However, one small thing might beat what the fourth years have, being placed in Cedric Diggory's house.

Yes, you were like every other star-struck 5th year and younger following Diggory. The only difference between you and them is you actually accidentally made friends with the male. It was purely an accident, not a perfectly strategic mastermind plot between you and your friends to 'plop' you in his path.

It was innocent, really; you had a notorious reputation for being one of the sweetest Witches and Hufflepuffs. Someone needs help with homework: you're on it. Someone needs a quick snack: you're in the kitchen helping the house elves. An animal is wounded and hurting: you're on your hands and knees in the dirt, healing the animal as best you can till Hagrid can assist you. You were overall a genuinely nice person even the Draco Malfoy ran out of insults to throw your way because you were so unfazed: just telling him gently, "I know we all have bad days and feel the need to belittle others, it's okay, I won't judge you for it."

Your masterful plan to 'plop' you in front of Diggory was simple and well executed; you took the initiative to help the quidditch team clean and organize their equipment one night. Your roommate, Elaine Mellonfellow, was the one who came up with the idea, as she was usually one of the three on the team that ended up with that job. She would simply suggest to her captain that you take her place for a handful of sessions so she could 'serve detention.' This was a convincing plan, especially considering Elaine's tendency to doze off during Professor Snape's lectures.

Taking the bait, hook, line, and sinker, Diggory happily agreed to an extra pair of hands to help keep the team's quidditch equipment in top shape. This is what led you to now. It went from a handful of crafted detentions by Elaine to her simply stopping showing up, and you always did. Some would say you should be mad at your friend's obvious ruse to get out of a daunting chore, but you saw it simply as a good friend making sure you got close to your crush and close you definitely got.

Weeks of small talk turned into life stories and learning in detail about one another. You learned about his father's work in the ministry, about how he knew the Weasely brothers through their fathers, how he worked hard to become Quidditch captain, and that his almost least favorite color was, in fact, yellow. However, his years in Hufflepuff definitely helped change that.

While you were learning about Diggory to the fullest extent, he quickly learned much about you. Your fierce loyalty was the only thing preventing you from being in any of the other houses. You never gave up on a task, consistently achieved the highest marks in your year, and helped everyone out as often as possible. Always putting others before yourself, especially Elaine, who he has caught multiple times not being in 'detention' and though he would like to reprimand his chaser for skipping out on duties. He couldn't bring himself out of fear you would stop coming to help every week. Course, this could be solved if he could buck up the courage to talk to you outside of the quidditch tents, but there is a reason why he isn't a Gryffindor. It was fair to say that you were the sweetest, warmest human he had ever met, and he was addicted to you like a bee to a daisy.

All of these stolen moments have led up to today, the day Cedric found out you were, in fact, not just the cutest human in the world but also a vicious opponent in the arena of love.

After dinner in the great hall, you and Elaine make your way to your normal departure point, where she would 'go to detention,' and you would take her place as the ever-faithful cleaner of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. "Elaine, you are becoming far too obvious that you are not in detention when I am out there with him. What if he thinks I am a weirdo stalker chick who told you not to do your duties?"

Elaine snorted before speaking, "Yeah, cause Mister Lovey Goo Goo Eyes is definitely going to give up on spending time with his precious Y/N." You roll your eyes in frustration, with a slight blush present when Elaine speaks up again.

"Don't believe me, Y/N. He talks about you during our entire rest period during morning and evening practices. You might as well already be his girlfriend. If I hear him preach about how your favorite flowers are daisies again, I will puke." Elaine made a fake puking motion before laughing again at you.

"You look like a maniac, dork." you begin to laugh at Elaine's theatrics. Shaking off your nerves from Elaine's words, you begin to wonder. 'Does Cedric really talk about me that much...What if this is all being read horribly wrong, the man has half of Hogwarts on his side 24/7'

"Hey, now get out of your head; I know that look and that lip bite. Come on you are practically my sister, and he is practically my brother with all the time we spend together as a team. I promise you you got this. Just woman up and ask him out already before someone else does." As Elaine spoke to you, she followed the silhouette of Cho Chang on her way toward the quidditch pitches.

Sighing and following along as well, you felt a slight pang in your heart. Everyone knew that Cho Chang was in love with Cedric—so much so that she even rejected Harry Potter. She was perfect, the best representation of smarts, beauty, and poise that you definitely weren't. You were out there every week helping clean in the dirt and mud, for Christ's sake. You would never compare to her, and that ate you alive. Cho had shown her face at a few of your cleaning nights with Cedric. At first, it didn't bother you; they were the same year, and she could have needed help with classwork. Then, the day Harry asked her out, she turned him down only to show up that night laughing and hanging on to Cedric, making it very, VERY clear to him how she didn't like Harry. You knew right then and there. Game On.

Straightening your back, you turn to Elaine, a smile scarily plastered on your face. "I am going in," you begin to walk towards the pitch when you hear from behind, "Maybe don't smile like that; it's a bit unnerving, love! I'll be in the room of requirements with the twins!" Waving by to Elaine, you finish your trek to the pitch to see none other than Cho Chang clinging to Cedric. The slight pang boils into a full-blown constriction.

To onlookers that night, the smile on your face went from mildly unnerving to straight terrifying. Like a Lioness hunting her pray for her young. To Cedric, he just saw his girl walking up to him. Pulling away from Cho, he ran up to you. "Hi, Y/N; I was beginning to worry you got 'detention' too." Using air quotes around detention, your attention moved from the shocked female to the lovely boy before you. "Oh, Cedric, I would never miss this. Who else would help you? Elaine seems to be getting in trouble often lately. Must be all that time with the twins." A warm blush overcame your face as you rubbed the back of your head gently.

"She sure does. Why don't we get started? I was thinking of a full revamp of the whole broom closet. For some reason, half the team thinks that just haphazardly throwing their equipment in there is the best thing to do." Cedric smiled down at you, eager to start his routine and banter with you. Nodding gently, you began to walk into the tent with Cedric when a small voice spoke out behind you. "So that's what you two do in there; clean. I could always help Cedric. Here, let me lend a hand, too." Cho's voice rang like a small bell. A small bell that made you want to grit your teeth and commit a crime. Cedric just shrugged and turned to you. "I guess the more, the merrier, right Y/N?" You gently nodded your head when the constricted feeling in your chest slowly turned into a whole ball of hate.

The cleaning started like any other day; a soft, small conversation began between you and Cedric. Then it happened...that voice. That smooth, high, annoying voice that made you see red. It was bad enough that she pretended that you guys weren't always cleaning when she was hanging around. Even more annoying was her almost consistent interjecting in the conversation. You could feel your shoulders tensing every time she talked, and it didn't go unnoticed by the two peers helping you clean, either. "Everything alright, Y/N?" You could hear the concern laced in Cedric's voice, pulling you from your thoughts. "Yes I am just fine, a little tired is all but I can keep going theres not much left to do tonight anyway." Cedric nodded softly, placing a hand gently on your mid back in a comforting manner.

Then that voice again: "Cedric, it is getting awfully late, and curfew will be hitting soon. You're a prefect; maybe you could escort me back to my dorm so I don't get into trouble?" You saw it right there—the threat, the classic back-down girly pop, he's mine, the 'I get what I want because I am Cho Chang.' Not Today. "Actually, Cho," a sizeable fake smile plastered across your face, "Cedric and I have a pass from Madam Hooch to be out here past curfew to finish cleaning. You, however, seem to not have one of those. Maybe it would be best if you went back to your dorm now. Alone. Since curfew is in the next thirty minutes." You tilted your head sweetly at the girl, your forced smile still present. To others, you looked like your usual sweet self, maybe even regular sweet, with a little bit of derangement. However, Cedric picked up on your tone. That wasn't your normal tone at all. Holding back his smile, he watched the scene unfold.

"Oh, is that right, Y/N? Well, I am sure that Cedric wouldn't mind walking me back and letting you continue. It's just a short walk to Ravenclaw Tower. I know you would 'Hate' to see someone get into trouble after 'helping' you." Cho looked at you with the same false sense of kindness. You step towards her when Cedric interjected. "Cho is right; it's late, and it won't take long for us to walk up to the tower." You look at Cedric, defeated, Cho smugly standing behind him. "I will be right back, Y/N. Then we can finish cleaning." After his words, he walked to the tent's opening and guided Cho out. You couldn't describe the feeling you were having, sadness, hate, fear like you were going to throw up from anxiety because how did you lose to Cho Chang after everything Elaine said about Cedric liking you. A deep, heavy sigh left you as tears pooled in your eyes, watching the two return to the castle.

You grabbed one of the brooms nearby, not even realizing it was Cedric's, and took to the skies. You should get the heat out of your system. Now, you wouldn't say that you were a Quidditch player by any means. You were simply just fast and graceful on a broom. If they had synchronized broom work like the muggles had synchronized swimming, you would 100% join. However, Quidditch is a rough, dangerous sport, and something about a giant ball coming at your head screamed no, not for me. However, nothing mattered tonight except swoops, dives, quick turns, and sorting through the goals. Anything to take your mind off him with Cho. Cho touching him, Cho kissing him, Cho anywhere near him. As your mind raced, you went faster and faster. Not even noticing Cedric had made his way back.

Cedric stood at the opening of the pitch, arms crossed, watching you sore. Why you hadn't tried out for Seeker was beyond him; your speed rivaled that of Harry Potter. However, knowing your soft, sweet personality, he understood why you wouldn't. However, something about watching you zoom around in a jealous rage was very enthralling. Not only are you the pollen the bee is attracted to, but you are also the bee's sting. Jealousy was a perfect look on you. Smiling softly, he waited for you to calm down and land.

As the adrenaline and tears faded, you figured enough time had passed between them leaving and him returning, probably in a happy new relationship. Landing softly, looking up at the sky, you sighed, then turned to the pitch opening. Freezing in your tracks, you saw Cedric Diggory standing there with a smug look and his arms crossed. "Oh uh hey Diggory um, what's up?" You tried looking everywhere but him. "Nothing much, Y/N," He peered his head at your left hand holding the broom, "is that my broom you decided to use so gracefully in the sky." A deep red blush consumed your face as you hid the broom behind your back, shaking your head. Great, not only did he see you flying, but he also is going to think you're a crazy stalker who doesn't know her place using his stuff. A small laugh left Cedric's mouth as he walked up to you. You kept your head down, hoping he would disappear or maybe you would wake up in your bed, and this was all a horrid dream.

Cedric stopped in front of you and placed his hand gently on your head. "I turned her down, you know." You froze, eyes wide, still looking at the ground. "She asked me while we were walking up to her dorm, but I had to tell her I had given my heart to someone else." You slowly looked up at Cedric, and a soft red glow was on your face. "Though I will say Y/N jealousy is a good look on you. Why haven't you joined my team?" A snort left you, and not believing his words, you rebuttled. "I don't want to get hurt, is all." Cedric smiled, pulling you into a gentle hug. "I would never let anything hurt you, not a Quaffle or Cho Chang." You buried your head in to his chest a small laugh escaping you hugging Cedric back. In your soft embrace, you both failed to notice a displeased Madam Hooch approaching the pitch. "LISTEN, YOU TWO, I GAVE YOU A PASS TO CLEAN, NOT SNOG. GO TO YOUR DORMS." You both pulled away quickly, looking at her before running off laughing hard.

You and Cedric made it to your dorm hand in hand. Sadly, he still had prefect duties for the night while you needed to go to bed for a potion exam tomorrow. Taking your conjoined hands, Cedric places a soft kiss on your knuckles. A rose blush consumes your face. "Get some rest, and I will pick you up in the morning. We can go eat breakfast tomorrow in the great hall." You smiled widely and nodded. "Sounds good, Cedric. I will see you then." As you began to pull away, Cedric yanked you back into him. Looking up, Cedric cupped your face gently and kissed your mouth. The peck only lasted a second before he let go. "I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. The bee is just too attracted to the Daisie's pollen." You snorted before standing on your tip toes and kissing him again. This time, neither of you pulled away. Your arms snaked gently around Cedrcis shoulders, hands getting lost in his soft hair. While Cedric held your waist gently in his hands. When you pulled away this time, you rested your heads together. "Maybe I should be jealous more often if this is my reward." Cedric laughed softly before hugging you one last time and sending you to sleep.

~~FIN~~

-------BONUS------

*peering around some barrels in the kitchens, watching you two have your sweet moment."

Elaine: You both owe me 20 galleons.

George: This is ghastly, but I can't believe he turned Cho down. She is like THE it, girl, right now. She even turned down Harry.

Fred: You are mad he turned Cho down. I am angry that I owe Angela a week of butter beers cause he rejected Cho and confessed to Y/N all on the same night. I swear that woman is a mind reader.

Elaine: Both of you are horrible...I love it. Alright, now to prank Filtch.

(Thank you all so much for reading. This is my first official story back into writing. I am sorry if it is choppy or odd. I am getting back into the rhythm of things. I hope this is good enough to showcase the beginning of my writing journey!)

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #x reader #fanfic #cedric diggory x reader #slytherin #hufflepuff #gryffindor #ravenclaw #cedric diggory #romance #short story #new writter

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stayteezdreams · 8 months

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Change Of Plans: Part Two

Plot: As your's and Hongjoong's relationship begins to blossom, you have no regrets about your cancelled blind-date. But it turns out your so-called friend and said blind-date don't feel the same.

-Part One-

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

Warnings: Jealous!Hongjoong (not toxic). Mentions of being Hongjoongs i.e uses of words like "Your's/Mine" but it's in a cute, romantic way, not in a possessive way. A few suggestive moments including kissing.

Words: 2.7k

While checking over your outfit in the mirror, you heard your phone buzz behind you. You expected it to be your friend, who you were heading to meet for lunch, but when you saw Hongjoong's name, your heart leapt.

'Everything still good for tonight?'

'Yes!'

'Have you met up with your friend yet?'

'No, getting ready now.'

'I hope you have fun, I'll talk to you later yeah?'

You smiled at his texts before you reluctantly put down your phone to finish getting ready. You had known Hongjoong for about a week now, and you hadn't gone a single day without seeing him.

Your mind wandered to the first date you had the night you met.

You assumed your evening with Hongjoong would last another hour at most, having spent a long time trapped together already. But, you ended up staying with him late into the night. Eating, talking, laughing and then wandering the city together.

It was nearly two in the morning when you finally parted ways in the elevator of your building. Even though the parting was reluctant, you exchanged numbers and already made a plan for another date the next day.

"Will you get lunch with me tomorrow?"

"Aren't you tired of me already?" You asked jokingly.

Hongjoong grinned and shook his head, "No way."

You giggled and nodded your head, "Lunch sounds great."

The lunch date ended up leading into a dinner date when you ended up staying together for the whole day. You were slowly discovering it was almost impossible for the two of you to be around each other for less than an hour. And it felt even more impossible to part ways, each of you seemingly finding an excuse to lengthen the conversation for just a little bit longer.

This slowly turned into finding ways to see each other when you didn't have time for another full-blown date.

The next evening the two of you went on a walk together and got late night milkshakes.

And for the last few morning's following, you found him lingering in the building foyer, waiting for you to surprise you with coffee and a muffin before you both went to work.

It was safe to say, Hongjoong was besotted with you, and you felt exactly the same.

Yesterday, he had texted you asking if you had the next evening free for another date. Of course you said yes, though he refused to tell you what he had planned. All he told you was to dress nice and come hungry.

You grinned to yourself as you finished getting ready for lunch, excited to tell your friend all about the guy that made you blow-off the blind date she set you up on.

Honestly, you did feel a bit bad, but you made sure the guy knew it was simply because you met someone else. You were sure he was a great guy, but now that you knew Hongjoong, anyone else would pale in comparison.

You assumed, no, you hoped, that your friends would be delighted about your blooming relationship with Hongjoong. However, you discovered this was not the case when you showed up to your lunch to find her sitting across from a man you did not know.

You cautiously approached, wondering if maybe she had begun dating someone else and wanted to introduce you. Though you were certain she would have mentioned it beforehand.

You felt a nagging feeling in your gut that you knew exactly who this was, but you really hoped you were wrong.

When you approached, your friend greeted you cheerfully before she introduced you to the man across from her.

"Y/n, this is Luca!"

You felt your stomach drop as you were faced with the blind-date you turned down. You smiled, trying to appear delighted to meet him but you only felt blind-sided and somewhat betrayed by your friends actions.

You expressed your feeling in a look to her as you all sat down. You knew she saw it but ignored it as she quickly went into a spiel about the food she liked getting here.

The whole lunch passed by with little conversation about why you were being set up like this. And anytime you tried to bring up Hongjoong your friend would quickly change the conversation. By the end of the meal, you no longer felt awkward, you were angry.

You pulled your fried aside after Luca ran to pay the bill, after rejecting your offer to split it.

"What the hell was that? Why would you blind-side me with him?"

"Because I wanted you to see how great of a guy he is."

You sighed as you took a breath, "Look, I can tell he is a great guy, and we might have gotten along if I ended up on a date with him, before I met Hongjoong. But I was serious about what I said. I feel something with Hongjoong I've never experienced, and there is nothing like that between Luca and me."

Your friend seemed disappointed, and was ready to argue some more, but stopped as Luca approached. She decided to hit you with one more betrayal as she suddenly left to go home, leaving the two of you alone.

Luca grinned down at you, "So I was thinking maybe tonight we could-"

"I have a date." You suddenly blurted out, stopping him in his tracks.

"A date?" He asked a bit perplexed and you suddenly felt guilt wash over you.

You pushed it aside, "I'm sorry, I tried to bring it up during lunch, but when I said I wouldn't be going on a date with you because I met someone, that was true, it wasn't just an excuse."

He remained silent as he nodded, thinking it over. You really did think he was nice, and if you had never met Hongjoong you might have found him more attractive, but Hongjoong was all you wanted now that you knew him.

"Do you like him?" He suddenly asked

You rose your brow, "Yeah, I really do. I mean I wouldn't be going on a date with him if I didn't."

"Do you like me?"

"Uhm....you're a great guy Luca, but I don't like you in the same way."

"Is it too much to ask for a chance? Just one date?"

Realizing that he was serious, you started to grow a bit worried about what kind of guy he was. Was this just him really wanting a chance with you? Or was this a challenge to him?

"I don't think so Luca, I really do like this guy, and I don't want to go on any dates with anyone else."

He nodded his head, but you could tell he was holding something back. "Alright, but if it doesn't work out, I'll be here. Just text me."

You smiled and nodded before you parted ways, your chest tight as you almost fled back home. You knew Hongjoong was busy with work until that evening, but you couldn't wait to tell him what had happened. You knew he would be just as surprised as you at your friends' actions.

As it turned out, surprised was not all that Hongjoong felt.

Sitting across from him on the roof-top terrace of the restaurant he brought you too, you giggled at his face.

"And she seriously thought that was a good idea?" He would seem almost outraged if it weren't for the laugh he held back.

As he sipped on his drink as you recounted the rest of the lunch, and Luca's comments before you parted, Hongjoong felt his chest tighten. Even after your friend learned that you were interested in Hongjoong, she still set you up on a sudden lunch with Luca. And even when Luca discovered you were interested in someone else, he still tried to win you over.

He felt a mixture of anger and jealousy wash over him. Anger at your friend for throwing you into that situation even after hearing about him. And jealousy for the fact you ended up on a date-like lunch with a guy that wasn't him. Though he knew it wasn't your fault and he trusted you, he did not trust Luca.

"Has he texted you since the lunch?"

You shook your head, "No. I deleted his number, though I assume he still has mine." You added on, hopeful that he would take the hint and leave you alone.

Hongjoong hummed under his breath and you watched him for a moment before a smirk crossed your face.

"Are you jealous by chance?"

His eyes shot up to meet yours and he smiled, "Not jealous, just..."

You rose one brow and he seemed unable to come up with anything. He cleared his throat and tapped his fingers on the table.

"I just don't want him trying to steal you away from me."

You hummed and leaned forward, finding his disgruntled tone adorable. "Am I yours to be stolen from?"

His eyes met yours and you saw something cross over his features that sent goosebumps up your arms.

A smirk crossed his face before it turned into a bright smile. "I'd like it if you were mine." He leaned on the table, his eyes still locked with yours, "And from how adamantly you've been turning down this Luca guy, I think you want to be too."

"You seem confident." You challenged with a teasing tone

He smiled as he reached across the table and took your hand in his, "That's because I am. I felt the connection between us from the moment our eyes met in that elevator. Didn't you?"

You smiled at him, the goosebumps still present on your arm as he gently caressed the back of your hand.

You nodded, "I did."

"Then does that mean I can call you mine?"

You felt your heart skip a beat as he stared earnestly and hopefully into your eyes. It only took one date with Hongjoong for you to know you wanted to be with him.

So you smiled and nodded, "It does. You can."

He grinned as he stood up, rounding the table to come over to you. You would feel more embarrassed by his actions if you were surrounded by people, but it was just to two of you on the private terrace.

Leaning down, he hooked his finger under your chin as he lifted your face. His nose brushed yours as he stared into your eyes, "I'm going to kiss you, okay?"

You nodded softly, unable to speak.

His lips met yours in a soft, almost shy kiss at first. As you leaned into his touch, he deepened the kiss, becoming more confident that you really did want to kiss him. Your lips molded together perfectly as you got lost in each other, only pulling away once you ran out of breath.

You stared into each others eyes with bright smiles, as no thoughts of jealousy or other people plagued either of your minds.

The rest of dinner passed by quickly, your hands only parting as you ate. But now his fingers were laced through yours again as you walked through a nearby park, eyes set on the city landscape nearby.

Leaning on a nearby wall, you both looked out peacefully at the city. A few comfortable moments passed before you suddenly heard your name called from behind you.

Turning around in surprise, your eyes locked on a figure approaching. He had a bright smile on his face as he didn't even glance at Hongjoong.

Hongjoong though, kept his eyes on the man as he approached, before he looked over at you, quickly seeing the uncomfortable surprise on your features.

As the man approached you, you felt Hongjoong's shoulder brush against yours as he stepped up beside you, and felt instantly more comfortable.

"Luca! What a surprise seeing you here." You hoped your voice didn't sound too forced.

The mention of the man's name made Hongjoongs chest tighten. So this was the blind-date, how had he found you? Was it a coincidence?

"Yeah!" He laughed, "I live nearby and I like to walk through the park, and I thought I saw you, and had to come see if I was right."

You couldn't tell if he was lying, and you really hoped he wasn't. The alternative was worse.

You had mentioned to your friend where you ended up on your date with Hongjoong, which was now seemingly a mistake. You had hoped the idea that Hongjoong had taken you somewhere fancy, would sway your friend into forgetting about trying to set you up with Luca. But that proved wrong, as you feared she may have told him where to find you instead. Their possible teamwork only proved their characters were not what they originally seemed.

With Hongjoong's eyes burning into his face Luca finally acknowledged him with a glance, which you took as an opportunity to introduce him.

"Honjoong this is Luca, Luca this is Hongjoong, my boyfriend."

Luca's eye's flicked back to you at the word 'boyfriend' and you could tell it caught him off guard.

"Boyfriend?" He asked with a somewhat tensed tone.

The look he gave you told you he thought you weren't dating officially, but you didn't feel the need to tell him more, it was really none of his business.

"Yes, boyfriend."

Hongjoong said with a light venom in his tone. You weren't sure if Luca would pick up on it, but he certainly sensed hostility when he shook Hongjoong's hand. You saw a slight wince in his features, as you assumed Hongjoong squeezed his hand a bit tighter than necessary.

Hongjoong then took your hand in his, something Luca did not miss. You were shocked when he seemingly ignored your introduction of Hongjoong as your boyfriend when he plastered a smile on his face and spoke to you again.

"I know you were busy this evening, but I thought maybe we could meet up soon, maybe for lunch-"

"We'll be having lunch then, so unfortunately that wont work." Hongjoong suddenly broke in.

Luca blinked a few times before he smiled, letting out a humorless chuckle. "I didn't say when."

"I know."

The smile on Hongjoong's face didn't meet his eyes and you saw Luca swallow, clearly growing unnerved with Hongjoong's reactions to his presence.

"Well then-"

"No, Luca." You broke in, "I wont be getting lunch with you, or dinner, or breakfast, or even coffee, and I'd appreciated it if you did not ask again."

Luca finally seemed to take the hint as he saw the serious look on your face.

Letting out a soft sigh he nodded "Alright. Have a good night then." Bowing his head slightly as he turned to walk away, you watched him for a moment before you let out a breath.

Hongjoong squeezed your hand softly, "Are you okay?"

You nodded and smiled over at him, "Yeah I'm okay"

"I'm sorry for stepping in like that" He began to apologize as you faced each other, he took your other hand in his as he gently caressed his thumbs over your skin. "I just didn't want him to think I'd just let him act like that, I hope it's okay."

You smiled at him before letting out a soft giggle, making him raise his brow. "It's okay Hongjoong, honestly... it was kinda hot."

Hongjoong's eyes widened for a second as he let out a laugh. "Oh yeah?"

You hummed and nodded and he laughed again as he pulled you closer, your chests bumping into each other and noses brushing. You grinned as you stared into each others eyes.

"I really liked it when you called me your boyfriend." He mumbled softly as he purposefully bumped his nose against yours.

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck as you giggled softly. "So did I."

Hongjoong spoke softly, his breath tickling your face, "Can I kiss you again."

You nodded, barely able to repress a grin. "Yes."

His lips met yours with a delicate passion you would never tire of. His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you as close to him as he could.

Your lips fit perfectly against his and you fit perfectly in his arms. He thought it might be dramatic that he believed you were meant to be his from the moment he set his eyes on you. But now that you were his, and he was yours, he only believed it even more.

xx End xx

I hit a few rough patches while writing this, but I hope you enjoyed it!

This is the final part of the Ateez Meet-Cute series! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

General Taglist: @otsilliak

ATZ Taglist: @soso59love-blog

Series Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @acciocriativity

Part Two Taglist: @sunnyhokyu, @sunnypark00,

#kim hongjoong x reader #kim hongjoong/reader #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong/reader #ateez x reader #ateez/reader #hongjoong imagine #ateez imagine #meet cute series #change of plans part two #jealous!hongjoong #hongjoong fic #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #hongjoong fanfic

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teddybearsandspaceships · 3 months

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I´m procrastinating, so here´s too many notes about yesterday´s fantastic Scar stream, ft. Tango, Etho, Joel, Cleo, Ren, Bdubs, Wels, and Grian.

Scar claiming the giant roast in his carnivore car is clown meat

Scar defending himself against chat that he knows things in Minecraft and suggests asking Etho to confirm

Scar “imitating” the neighborhood nerds coming over ^^ they want to learn some scarstone

Tango and Etho complimenting the new cars with the fish tank, and then Tango asking why there are no clownfish ^^

Scar talking about differently scary clowns, and Etho says Baby Yoda scares him more than regular Yoda

Scar offering Tango and Etho a diamond block if they can find his permits in his chest monster, they take them instead and make him worry, Scar finds out and immediately afterwards jumps down the mail chute and his permits actually go missing.

Etho is the only one who knows how to properly operate the post office door…

Scar and Etho both want to collect glass permits. Etho says if Scar doesn´t give him his they´ll have to open a shop together and that´ll be torture for Scar. “I love you Scar but you´re gonna hate me I think…”

Aww, Etho talking about how Bdubs “invented” the piston step-stool one of the first times they met

Literal pillow talk

Scar loses his headphones again, Etho teases him, Gem in chat: “I know etho isn’t talking about replacing tech” xD

Etho: “The tissue box is in good shape, I take good care of it.”

Etho making a block representation of how he sits at his desk, Scar and Tango and Mrs. T flabbergasted

Etho adding lips to Scar´s fish

Who on the server is left-handed? Keralis is, and now they have to go ask the new guy.

Touring Joel´s base with Joel! Looks very nice. There´s no magic mountain chat yet, but there is a mail system chat. Joel: we get it you do mail, shut up Etho. Etho, high-pitched: you´re very impressed though, right Joel? ^^

Etho thanks Joel for the banners, he´s using them. Joel: “I saw, I saw, you´re such a big fan of me.” Etho: “Well someone´s gotta put up with you.” Scar saying they need to get a room xD

They go find the other leftie in Ren, Bdubs joins, then Skizz…

Tango to Skizz: “So how does your wife feel that you´re attracted to her brother? Is that weird?”

Talking about spoiling things on the server, Grian logs in just to say that they spoiled his chicken farm

Bdubs: “ZombieCleo. Former mother of mine and greatest friend.” Buttering her up ^^ Cleo tells them to use the villagers until she´s set up her shop. Bdubs jokes about getting books and then selling them, Cleo says she´ll kill him and all his horses. Good at making threats! Nobody doubted her.

Etho saying Cleo should play favorites between Bdubs and Scar xD Cleo protesting she doesn´t have any.

Cleo gives Bdubs, Scar, and Etho a Mending book each. Etho asks what he could send Cleo to help them, Cleo says emeralds or gunpowder. And she´ll take heads as well. Cleo sent redstone to Etho as thanks for the mailbox and Etho sent gunpowder and heads back and she thought that was a valid deal. Tango asks who does that, Etho: “I know my Cleo! I figured she would like a couple heads and things…” Cleo: “You know what I like, explosives and dead bodies.” THEM.

Until Scar gets around to building his actual portal he plans to continue using the mail tracks; might lead to problems with more mail being sent…

Scar: “Now that we know there´s left-handed people out there…” Cleo: “We can avoid them.” ^^

Scar, Cleo, Etho, and Tango come as Bdubs´ posse to Wels

Tango calls him B-Double-Doinkers; unsurprisingly Cleo likes it

Wels shows off his walls and tent. Cleo: You´re doing medieval, something new and different for you!

Wels calls Bdubs the master of castles. Etho, crouching: “I built a sandcastle once.” xD

Bdubs and Wels go to one side to escape all the short jokes. Wels: “Let me get down to your level…”

Etho, Tango, and Scar admire Cleo´s vtuber model that includes hands. Etho: “Can you go like you´re disciplining me?” Cleo, finger pointing: “Don´t you dare, bad Etho, no cookie.” Etho, a bit later: “I might have phrased that poorly. I was going more for a teacher thing…”

The band broke up, how sad. Cleo and Scar: let´s go steal Bdubs´ horse!

Scar jumpscared by Bdubs while talking about Star Wars

Scar and Bdubs talk about thinks that can´t be changed and Bdubs brings up when they became the Clockers! “something else was written in sharpie and you couldn´t say anything other than that thing…”

Scar doesn´t want to give Etho too much credit because, little does anybody know, that man has an ego. Bdubs, astonished: Really? Scar: no, just joking. Bdubs: oh, whew. That almost destroyed… you know they say never learn about your heroes.

Grian shows up, Bdubs asks him if he got Mending. Grian, slightly baffled: Only a week ago. Bdubs, enthusiastic: Great job!

Grian wants to experiment, gets Scar to die twice, second time to a creeper that Grian doesn´t stop from approaching Scar in time. Cleo in chat asks if Scar is okay, Scar: “No can you kill G?” “Thank you mom” Cleo: “never been able to before” ^^ (not true Cleo did actually kill Grian once in Secret Life.)

Grian, out of nowhere: “You ever wonder what life would be like if we were all lip skin?” A James Acaster joke apparently.

Scar and Grian switching to a left-handed skin for funsies and it looks veery strange.

Scar mentions his older brother is ambidextrous. Grian: “You know I don´t like it when you talk about your older brother.” Apparently Scar sometimes sends him pictures of his brother posing in the gym??

Some talk about build planning. Scar watches a creeper walk up to Grian and doesn´t say anything, Grian sees it in time and kills it. Scar says he had such Third Life flashbacks but he was on the other side of it.

Scar offering Grian they go 50-50 on the sand permit! Grian says there´ll be a joint ownership form.

Grian is not looking forward to permit office work. He´ll get the two most competent men he knows as enforcers, Scar and Skizz, and he´s pretty sure with them as enforcers he won´t have to do anything.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft streams #hc s10 #gtwscar

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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The Price of Loving Elvis Presley

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Tom Jones, Jerry Schilling, Sandy Schilling

Word Count: 2256

Rating: Mature

Summary: The whole town is talking, they're callin' you a fool, for listening to his same old lies.

Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Love, Implied Cheating, Implied Sex, Cold Shoulder, Arguing, Angst, Fluff, Tom Jones, Vegas Residency, Tom and Elvis, Las Vegas, Reader’s Outfit , It Hurts Me // Elvis Presley

Notes: Hope you like it! I also love the irony that Elvis sings ‘It Hurts Me’ like he isn’t it to a T.

Elvis Tags: @literally-just-elvis-fics @caitlin1996 @notstefaniepresley @18lkpeters

Request by @elvispresleyxoxo - that’s ok , please could it be elvis and reader are making love and elvis calls reader a costar or another girls name she blows up and basically just gets angry doesn’t speak to him for days does stuff to make him jealous but eventually forgives him xx

I could hear him. He was pacing just outside the door no doubt building up the courage to come inside. Or rather wondering what reaction he was going to receive. I had to admit I’d given myself whiplash with the number of emotions I’d been feeling since yesterday. Not that it wasn’t justified. A couple of days ago my moods had been just peachy. Elvis was finally going to be done with his most recent stint in Vegas and had flown me and some of the girls out to meet them. He’d been happy to be almost finished with it which in turn had meant everyone had been in a great mood and he’d been particularly thrilled for us to be reunited.

Or so I thought.

We’d made it one night. In between shows he’d been all over me like a rash which I had missed. I’d even been the one to suggest we head back to the room right after his midnight show was over as our actions were getting all the more amorous. We’d barely made it back to the room before we were all over one another.

Then it happened.

She happened.

In my arms he had called out the name of another woman. Safe to say the mood was well and truly ruined. He had tried to shrug it off as though I had misheard him but that had only angered me. Our loving reunion devolved into screaming and crying (mostly mine) and eventually petered out to us spending the night apart.

That was where I was now, where I had spent the majority of the day. Away from him. My anger hadn’t subsided but I didn’t have the strength in me to argue and since he never wanted to admit he was in the wrong all communication had stopped. Until now.

I’d seen him of course. It never failed to surprise me how the man who could avoid anyone he wanted suddenly popped up whenever I was mad at him. He had made an appearance at breakfast, something that almost never happened as he preferred to rise well after noon. And then whilst I had been enjoying an afternoon with the girls by the pool he had chosen to go for an afternoon dip, his gaze falling on me at the end of every length he did, not that I took him on much.

Now he was pacing outside my door. Well, the door of my friend Sandy who had been kind enough to let me crash with her for the night since I didn’t want to go back to the suite. As I waited for the knock I blotted my lipstick, realigned my cleavage in my dress and ran my fingers through my hair to make it fall just right.

Then it came.

‘Come in,’ I said refusing to get up and let him in. As the door unlatched I busied myself with tidying away the makeup laid on the table in front of me not even looking up as he entered the room. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat forcing me to look at him.

He looked gorgeous. He was wearing a crisp high collared suit with a white scarf that contrasted his tanned skin perfectly. In the low lamplight, his blue eyes looked electric and his supple lips looked like they needed to be kissed. Any other time I would’ve done so.

‘Hey,’ he said as I stood up and grabbed my purse off the bed, ‘wow, you looked stunning.’ ‘Thanks,’ I said with a sarcastic smile that made his fade as he realised it wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought to win me round. ‘Uh, I came to see if you’re coming to dinner…I wasn’t sure,’ he said rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Of course I am,’ I said tucking my clutch under my arm, ‘you got a problem with that?’ ‘Of course not,’ he said hurriedly. I nodded and moved past to stand by the door leaving him watching me with a confused look on his face. ‘Are we going or not?’ I asked. He nodded and rushed into action, opening the door so I could walk out. Though he led the way I could feel him glancing at me every so often unsure of how to take me.

We’d argued before of course and he was so stubborn I was normally the one to cave first but I wasn’t feeling it this time. Though the indiscretion could be seen as a minor one, well compared to some of the others, it didn’t feel like it. I always suspected other girls. They were part of his lifestyle. But for one of them to make their way into our bed. Our life. It seemed to hurt more than the rumours ever could. So I wasn’t going to let him off the hook easily. If he wanted forgiveness he was going to have to work for it.

We met some of the boys downstairs and headed across town to where we would be spending the evening. As Elvis was shepherded through throngs of fans, signing autographs and having pictures taken, I wandered towards the girls who were congregated waiting to go in, a fact that I knew would annoy him. He liked to have me close by in incidences like this should anything go awry. When we finally walked into the venue he appeared beside me, his large hand grasping mine tightly as he led us to our seats. He didn’t say anything but I smirked to myself at how much I was getting under his skin.

Throughout the show we didn’t talk much. Our booth was made up of just Jerry, Sandy, Elvis and I with the boys and the girls on either side rather than couple by couple. As he chatted to Jerry about how impressed he was by the act I spoke to Sandy in hushed whispers. He was right. The act was quite something, a phenomenal voice and charisma on stage yet that wasn’t what had got me and Sandy giggling like schoolgirls. He was attractive too. Not as much as Elvis but definitely rugged and handsome. Elvis seemed to notice it too, his gaze flitting to the stage as I mocked fanning myself with a napkin to make Sandy laugh. When our eyes met across the table I could see his jaw clench earning a smile from me.

When the set was almost over a stocky gentleman I had never met before appeared leaning over the booth as he spoke, ‘Sorry to bother you, sir.’ ‘It’s no problem,’ Elvis said politely, ‘what’s the matter?’ ‘Nothing’s the matter it’s just that Tom would like to offer his thanks for you attending tonight,’ he said, ‘he’ll be off stage in a minute if you’d like to come backstage and meet him.’ ‘Sure,’ Elvis said but as he glanced across the table and noted my excited expression the clenched jaw returned, ‘you girls wait here okay?’ ‘ ‘Oh no they can come if they want,’ the man said, ‘Tom won’t mind.’ ‘Yeah baby,’ I said grabbing my purse off the table as I feigned the most innocent expression I could muster, ‘unless you have a problem with me and Sandy coming?’

He glanced at Sandy and then Jerry before his gaze landed back on me. Not only did he hate having to jump through hoops for forgiveness he hated fighting in front of other people. If he agreed he’d be conceding to jump through even more hoops. If he said no he’d be the asshole. He was stuck.

‘Why would I?’ he said with a tight smile. ‘Great,’ I said, ‘then let’s go meet Tom Jones.’

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The night was almost over and though I had enjoyed myself I still wasn’t happy. From the moment we had landed in Tom’s dressing room, Elvis had shifted into entertainer mode. He and Tom had had pictures together and spent ages talking about performing and how they admired each other as entertainers. We’d even headed to dinner with Tom and some of his entourage. And to anyone else, we seemed like a perfect couple.

He was so good at pretending everything was normal I had even started to doubt myself. Was I being unfair? Was I overreacting? It was one measly name. And after all, I had spent the night flirting with Tom freaking Jones to try and get a rise out of him and nothing. Maybe it was time to give up the ghost. Wave the white flag.

I had excused myself to the bathroom, not bothering to ask Sandy to come as she was too enamoured with Tom to leave. Once I was done I gave myself a once over in the mirror and tried to plaster a smile on my face though the feeling of futility never left me. It looked convincing enough though, so I exited the bathroom with every intention of heading back to the private function room we had been in though my path was blocked as Elvis appeared the minute I stepped out of the ladies, grabbing my arm as he steered away from peering eyes towards the end of the corridor.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked, wrenching my arm from his grasp though it was pretty fruitless. I was trapped between him and the wall, I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to. That thought was also made clear as I peered around his shoulder and found a couple of the guys blocking this end of the corridor off. Instead, I watched his flaming blue eyes look down on me. ‘Conceding,’ he said with a small smile. ‘What?’ I asked incredulously as he pulled back, his hands going to my waist. ‘You win,’ he said. ‘Oh I do, do I?’ I asked folding my arms across my chest, ‘and what exactly am I supposed to be winning Elvis?’ ‘Me, admitting I was in the wrong,’ he said unfazed by my coolness as he moved a strand of hair off my face. My resolve crumbled a fraction as he smiled down at me. Only he could admit to his shortcomings and still seem so attractive. ‘You realised that huh?’ I said scrambling to keep the upper hand though it was slipping through my fingers by the second. ‘I knew from the moment I did it,’ he admitted. ‘And yet it took you a day to admit it,’ I grumbled pulling away from him to lean against the wall. Elvis stroked his chin with his thumb as he watched me.

‘Don’t pretend you haven’t enjoyed putting me through the wringer Mama,’ he said. I tried to protest but he raised an eyebrow, ‘the dress, the cleavage, the fawning over Tom.’ ‘He is Tom Jones,’ I said cockily. ‘Are you telling me you’d have paid him half as much attention if we hadn’t been fighting?’ ‘Maybe,’ I said feeling my cockiness crumble, ‘okay probably not and anyway it’s not like you even noticed.’ ‘What because I didn’t whip out my pistol and shoot him? Baby I noticed every time you looked at the goddamn man,’ he said pulling me to him, ‘the way you put your hand on his knee, the way you laughed at all his jokes.’ ‘Didn’t call out his name in bed though, did I?’ I said. It was a last-ditch attempt at winning and we both knew it. Though the way he sighed made me feel as though it had had some impact.

‘No, you didn’t,’ he said finally meeting my eyes, ‘but like I said. I’m conceding. You were right to be angry…I’m sorry.’ ‘Why didn’t you just admit then and there?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know. Stubbornness? I didn’t want to ruin our night…I’d just got you back.’ ‘It ruined it anyway,’ I grumbled. ‘I know,’ he said placing his hand on my neck as his thumb stroked gently across my jawline. ‘You really hurt me E,’ I admitted feeling whatever resolve I had well and truly disappeared when I heard the vulnerability in my voice. ‘I know,’ he said, ‘sometimes I feel like it’s the only thing I do well…that’s why seeing you with him like that hurts so much.’ ‘Why?’ I asked. ‘What if you realise you wanna be with someone like him? I couldn’t blame you for that.’ ‘But I don’t love him,’ I said, ‘I love you.’ ‘Foolish really,’ he said with a sad smile. ‘Probably,’ I agreed placing my hands around the scarf he was wearing so I could pull him towards me. ‘What if I can’t stop hurtin’ ya,’ he murmured sadly. ‘If that’s the price of loving you I’ll pay it.’ ‘I’m lucky you still do,’ he said.

He leant down, brushing his lips against mine for just a moment before pulling back. He was right. It probably was foolish of me to love him given all the hurt he put me through and yet I couldn’t stop. Even if I had to put him through a couple of hoops before I could forgive him I never stopped loving him. I would never be able to stop because the price of loving him didn’t take away the fact that to be loved by him meant everything. And that was something I couldn’t lose.

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lunawings · 6 months

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Today 11/18/23 I got to see the IDOLiSH7 movie screening and panel at AnimeNYC!

Let me preface by admitting I didn't really know anything about IDOLiSH7 a couple weeks ago, but I decided to give it a try and watched some MVs, concert footage, and a few episodes of the anime in advance to prepare.

So I knew a few of the songs that were in the movie, but for the most part I was sight reading (lol) the cheering stuff. Still, I think I did OK and it was a lot of fun! Near identical to similar events I have been to in Japan! (Except not eveyone had penlights. Also people were taking photos of the voice actors when they weren't supposed to. They were asked to delete them but not kicked out. Land of the free......)

Before the movie, we got a talk show with the voice actors of Tamaki and Sogo (MEZZO!). They were all excited to be in NYC and talked about how it was like being in a movie! (SAME! I literally posted this same thought yesterday ahah...) They talked a lot about the food they ate and wanted to eat, like pizza. They mentioned some of their other members were super jealous and they hoped they could bring everyone next time. It was super casual and they even took questions from the audience for people brave enough to yell them out in Japanese.

We got some exclusive goods, including a NYC King Pudding badge! They made a big deal about how it's not available in Japan, and I noticed there were actually a few people in the audience, somewhat older women who seemingly came from Japan just for this event! HAHA! Would I fly across the world for a new exclusive badge, I asked myself? ........m....may...b............

(But really tho, it was a little more than that. They got their autographs too I am sure, something near impossible in Japan.)

They discussed what flavor this NYC King Pudding would be (pizza???!?) before finally deciding on cheesecake after an audience suggestion.

And finally, we got to take photos of King Pudding himself. (My friend and I sorta sat on the wrong side so mine didn't come out so good.)

But yeah, I was very humbled to be able to attend this event as a new fan, but I am inspired to continue with the series. I loved being able to hear through people's cheering which characters are popular and which songs people like, etc.

#idolish7

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thequeenofmyownscreen · 6 months

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Yesterday night was our last session of my first D&D campaign ever

Last night we drank merrily, saying goodbye (for now) to the 4 adventurers in my first D&D campaign ever, for which I was the DM (1st time ever also). I feel very happy and a little sad also, so I thought I could write it all up here - mostly for me, and for you reading if that interests you.

It was more of a Wrap-up session, we didn't play per se, but I wanted to recap the last scenes, and give the floor to my players to ask some questions and discuss what we've been doing. It was a good idea, I think, it went great, we had time to reminisce and remember the beginnings, the roads not taken and the what-ifs, the monsters and the battles they were traumatized by, and what their characters would do now.

Flashbacks and sneak peeks and more thoughts under the cut

When I started to watch Critical Role, I had no idea what D&D was. All I heard were mentions of it in media (tv shows, mostly). It intrigued me more and more, and I started to look at the rules, and the books published, etc. And then one day on an impulse, I bought the Starter Set : Lost Mine of Phandelver, and sent a message to my sister and some friends, asking if they were interested to see what it was about with me.

In April 2021, with my sister and 3 friends, 4 players in total, we created their characters, and we started truly playing in May 2021. At first, we played only once a month, in person, because Roll20 is awesome for battles but not much for anything else (personal opinion). Plus we were going out again after the pandemic, it felt nice. Then in June 2022, one of my friends and players decided to leave, and we recruited another friend at the same time, so I still had 4 players to manage through and through. They were all pretty much novices like me (only 1 had played before), and so we all learned together during the years. In multiple ways ! small but important things like : who's taking care of the scheduling, who's time is it to host and what food & drink will we bring, who has many dice and can lend them, how can we figure the characters without buying expensive minis (we ended up using fèves, which is a very French thing I will explain now : at the beginning of the year, you gather your friends or colleagues or family or whatever to eat the galette des rois, literally cake of the kings, and whether you make it or bought it, there is always inside 1 very small porcelain figurine, and the person finding it gets to be King/Queen for the day. Yeah it's the same country who decapitated the last king, don't ask. Anyway sometimes people collect the small porcelain figurines, and then their grandchildren sell the collection, and we ended up with a lot for practically nothing.).

In late 2022 and throughout 2023, we decided to try and play more, and managed - with a few exceptions - to play twice a month, which we found was a good rhythm : for me, to not have too much prep work, and for my players, to not forget everything that happened last time. In the meantime, another friend of mine with whom I am having lunch at work with very regularly, got used to hear me talking about "the shit my players did last night" and was very interested in following this as a story ; she asked questions, and gave me a space to think, and even ended giving advice and suggestions ! I'm naming her my unofficial co-DM now. It was nice to have someone know all the twists and the structure of the story, and to exchange ideas and jokes.

One thing I was very happy to do, and was very happy when my players talked about it saying I did a good job : PROPS ! The adventure as written has a few examples of message of hiring mercenaries, strange letters sent by a mysterious figure, etc etc. For one, I took time to write in ink (in my teenage years I was obsessed by calligraphy and I still have a quill), and for another I passed the paper in coffee and tea and then dried it to give it an ancient look. Props like this costs nothing but it's awesome.

During 2022 and 2023, 2 of my players had moved far away, but we managed to set up remote video calls for them, while us 3 others gathered 'round the table, and we even had an elaborate if precarious system to film the map during battles (pictured down). And yes for the final dungeon, I printed the map in extra-large, and ended using the wall to show the progress in exploring !

I won't recap all of the story, it doesn't matter in the end, everyone who's ever played knows that you can do an adventure 30 times and it will end up in 30 different stories. What's interesting was that the Lost Mine of Phandelver is described as "a perfect campaign to start playing" : that I agree with ; but that doesn't mean it does not need work. Thankfully the Internet is awesome, and since it's the most played adventure of 5E, a LOT of people have advices, do nots and dos, stories of their own campaigns, useful links and tools, etc. 1st lesson : if it exists already, use that shit. Use it like the world is ending tomorrow. At the start, I was doing this on my own volition, and prepping way too much, while being scared to change things. Then I was inspired reading reddits posts (yes, it happens), and seeing videos, and I started adding more details of my own - or stuff I borrowed from others Internet strangers. The paradox was that I was getting more comfortable while prepping less, because... I got the hang of it, I think it's what happened !

I still have some frustrations, some I shared last night with my players : easier-than-expected batles for my players (the 1st was a conscious act of mercy, and the battle ended way too quickly of course ; the 2nd was I forgot an important detail of the villain's weapon and could not use it, but in the end she had other stuff and the battle was still epic). 2nd lesson : listen to Matt Mercer when he says that as a DM, you really want to use the nuclear option in your opponent’s arsenal on the opening round. If you don't, you will have regrets. My other big frustration is about the player that decided to leave ; we just didn't understand the game on the same-level, but it makes me a little sad that she left before it could click for her, and we could truly talk about it. Especially since last night, I was overjoyed listening to my players talk each about their "epiphany" of how the game works, and how they got comfortable after feeling this truth, and seeing how "you don't win at D&D, the fun is everything else", and I was like yesssssss YOU you get it. 3d lesson : communication ! (it feels like there's still room for improvement, but we have a nice flow going).

All and all, it was an amazing experience, 10/10, will do it again ; and we will ! we agreed we will come back years from now to Faerûn ! and I'll be back as a DM ! and we'll do another written campaign continuing from level 5 (I know there's written options out there). In the meantime though, my sister is leaving our group just for this year, but we're going to keep playing at 4. And this time, I'll be a player !! One of my former players, the amazing @greetingsprogramms will be our DM : she already did 2 one-shots throughout the 2 years, and she did a fantastic job. We're going where a lot of fantasy people have not gone before : spaaaaaaace !

#sorry this post is not well structured #it's more : THOUGHTS ! not in order !#it's also hefty paragraphs but... how can I talk about the thing I did for 2 years and a half without being long. You know ?#the conclusion is : I fucking love D&D and I fucking loved being a DM #critical role adjacent #d&d #dnd stuff #also like :#spoilers for the #Lost Mine of Phandelver #I guess ?#LMOP

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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Sex Education: Sun and Waves. (LN)

Part nine: You throw your plans over the board, literally. Smut.

MASTERLIST

Previous part: Mediterranean sun.

Note: feelings, feelings, feelings... Thank you for the suggestion! And sorry for the long time it took me to write this.

Warnings: +18. They talk about porn again. Lando is awkward. Penetrative sex, fingering, blowjob, unprotected.

Something was touching my nose when I woke up.

"Shit"

George laughed and I slapped his arm.

"We are all having breakfast, sleeping beauty."

I rolled my eyes and covered my eyes. The light was awful, hitting my eyes who were trying to get used to it.

"What time is it?"

"Breakfast time. We are on holidays. No time needed"

I sat and George laughed at me. I had slept in a sofa and probably looked like shit.

"Mind to explain why you slept in the sofa?"

"Max slept in my bed. The guy was wasted."

"And Lando..."

"He slept there. Have thay already left?" I asked trying not to sound worried.

"No, they are having breakfast."

"Good. I'm surprised Max is up"

George sighed and sat closer to me.

"There is something going on with Lando, right?"

I felt the air leaving my lungs.

"What?"

"I saw you yesterday"

No, no, no, no. My best friend saw me humping one of his best friends?

"W-what?"

"Yeah, back there. And then you came to talk to us after talking to him and looked happy. Like really happy."

I blushed, the fear slowly dissipating. That was close.

"Um..."

"Be careful, okay?"

I sighed.

"It's Lando." I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah. I know. That's why. And the other guy..."

Tell him, tell him, tell him.

But words didn't came. I nodded and muttered a don't worry. I couldn't go and tell George. Lando and I had set some rules. We had built our thing around trust. I couldn't just go and tell him without talking to Lando before.

"Let's go and have breakfast"

I couldn't avoid blushing when my eyes fell on Lando. He was leaning back on a chair. He was wearing a blue bath suit and a t-shirt. It fascinated me how his skin glowed in the sun, how his muscled torso fit perfectly inter the clothes, how the moles around his arms draw imaginary shapes...

George pinched my arm and I bit my lip.

"You are drooling"

"George, don't tell a word to anyone" I whispered pulling him close.

Lando noticed us and smiled. I said a loud Good morning but my eyes were on him.

It was nice to have breakfast with all of them. The sun warmed my skin and the waves moved the yacht. I was completely used to it by now.

"Hey, I'm gonna ask someone to put the ski jets out" Alex said getting up. He was sitting by my side so Lando took the opportunity to jump.

"Why so eager?" Charles asked.

"The sun mate"

I was slightly hidden from it under the porch, so it was the perfect excuse.

"Better?"

"So much better"

He took a ship of water without taking his eyes off mine.

Last night hit hard. I was sure, more and more each minute, that I was falling in love with him. And now he was looking at me and I wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

He gently pushed his knee against mine and I smiled.

"Here, YN. Your toast. Do you want honey?"

"Mmm, yes"

An hour later we were all the rail. Some of the guys were already on the jet skis.

"Won't you go swimming?" I heard Alex on my back.

"Not yet."

"And why is that? Don't you want to try the jet ski"

"Mmm. Not really. I don't know how to also so..."

"Lando! Hey. Take YN with you. She sais she can't ride those things."

I blushed. Lando was putting on the lifejacket.

"Can't you?"

I told him no with my head and he gave me a cheeky smile. I showed him a middle finger and both, Alex and him, laughed aloud.

"Okay, okay. Get a bikini and hop into it with me"

I bit my lip and Alex pushed me. I never changed so fast. Soon, I was on the railing again and Alex was helping me with the lifejacket. Lando was patiently waiting with a smile.

"Are you sure? Does Alfa allow you to do this? With that guy?" George took me by the shoulders and shook me while he laughed.

"I will take care of her. Don't worry" Lando was already hopping in the machine.

George looked at me and then at Lando and nodded. Was he going on dad mood now?

"Russell, help me getting on it."

With one hand on George's and the other on Lando's shoulder, I got behind him on the jet ski.

"Is your ass on the seat?" George asked.

"It is"

"Then let go of my hand"

I was nervous, to say the less. This was my first time in one of this things and even though I trusted Lando, he was Lando after all.

"Ok, Norris. No jokes. I will jump to the water at the slightest thing."

"No jokes. I promise"

George was actually enjoying it. He had that cheeky face of his.

"Some jokes, Lando. Don't be boring"

"No!"

And a second later we were moving away from the yatch faster and faster. I grabbed into Lando's lifejaket as of my life depented on it. My eyes were closed and my cheek was pressed against his back.

The machine was even jumping on the surface, the water splashing around us.

"Slow down, slow down" I said tapping his abdomen twice.

A second after, his hand covered mine and the jet ski slowed down, spinning softly to the left.

"It's okay." He said once the thing had stopped.

I opened my eyes. The yacht was far away now.

"Shit" my heart was beating fast, so fast. "Shit Lando. Look how far we are"

"Don't tell me you are scared of the ocean." He half joked half not.

"I'm not. Just... This thing is fast"

"Not faster than your car"

I chuckled and rested my chin on his shoulder. Where the other far enough?

"You are leaving later, right?"

"Yes"

I pouted even though he couldn't see me. It was funny how these past days I wanted nothing more than fogert about this feelings growing for him and now I only wanted him to stay.

"Don't be all sad now, Missy. We still have what? Nine hours? Plus. It's you the one who is leaving in that beautiful yacht"

"That's... True. But I will miss you, you know?"

"Do you want more lessons during the summer break?"

I slapped his arm and he laughed.

"Okay, okay. I will miss you too, Missy. It has been nice to see you"

I leaned and gave his cheek a kiss. Then another one, and then another one, following the moles on his face.

"You should stop, Missy." He whispered.

"Yeah, right"

Our thing was pure educative sex. No PDA. It was a secret and it would be over once any of us managed to find someone.

"Ready?"

"For what"

He made the jet ski move and I yelped. The prick laughed hard.

"Lando, please"

"It's okay, really. Just grab into me. You won't fall. I know you trust me, missy"

"I do. On the bed. Not here. I definitely do not trust you here"

He laughed and did that thing again. It made me grab harder into him. I was completely stuck to his back.

"YN, babe. It's really okay. Do you want to drive it? I can teach you"

I bit my lip.

"I'm scared"

"I'm with you"

The way he said that almost made me faint. Alfa Romeo's driver YN YSN drowns in the ocean because Lando Norris is too good for this world.

"How the fuck do I get in the front?"

He got up to one side and I screamed grabbing into him so he won't fall.

"Lando!"

"I won't die. Sharks are not that big in this sea"

"There are sperm whales on this sea. They are bigger than sharks"

"Get to the front and stop freaking out, missy" He kissed my head and I blushed.

You moved to the front and grabbed the handles.

"See, no problem" He sat behind me and grabbed my hips. His big hands felt like heaven on my skin. Flashbacks from last night came to my mind and my cheeks flushed. I needed him. I needed to have him before he left in the afternoon.

"Hey, missy. Are you listening?"

"No" I blurted and he laughed.

"Yeah, what I thought. Too occupied thinking about dry hump me again?"

"Yeah, basically."

He laughed hard and put his hands over mine.

"It's easy..." He explained me how the damn thing worked, speaking softly on my hair and making me shiver.

His fingers were moving softly over mine and my hands looked so small next to his. His chin was on my shoulders so sometimes, when he turned his head a bit, I could feel his lips on my skin. I was feeling deezy. Almost overwhelmed by everything. The sea was bouncing the jet ski and he was firmly pressed against me, his crotch against my ass. I would only need to turn my head to one side to kiss him. My skin was burning but I didn't know if it was him or the sun. For a second, I closed my eyes and wished for this to never end. I just wanted to stay here, with Lando, the sun and the waves.

"Ok. Some gas... And there we go"

His hand had moved mine and pulled me out of my daydream.

"See? It's not difficult. Your car is more complex than this"

I moved my hand tentatively on the gas handle and the jet ski moved forward again. Lando let my hands go and grabbed my waist instead.

"Does this have brakes?"

"Not really brakes, but doing this it slows down. It's like suddenly trying to put it on reverse."

I nodded. It was different to have him explaining this to me. He was cute and talked slow, probably wanting me to understand things properly.

We stayed in the water, he showing me things about the jet ski till we heard Pierre shouting from the yacht. Our little bubble exploded and Lando sighed. I was having so much fun with him that my belly hurt from laughing.

"The fun is over" Lando groaned in my ear.

"I wish we had more time"

He sighed and caressed my waist under the lifejacket.

I drove the jet ski to the yacht, hearing Pierre complaining about how long we had been on it. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

Lando hopped into the yacht before, reaching a hand for me to take with a soft smile on his face. But payback is a bitch. He had scared me to death minutes ago, so I pulled his hand and he fell into the water. Everyone around laughed as he came to the surface. His curls fell on his forehead and he had a huge smile. One of those smiles you could read as danger.

Obviously, he didn't stay still. He swam to me and soon I was in the water too, engulfed by the contrasts of temperature and by immense happiness. Maybe it was too much to ask, but I would die to always have Lando like this. No worries. No hiding. Just us having fun.

I reached the surface and pulled my hair out of my face. He was just there in front of me, half a meter away from me. I would only need to lean a bit to press my lips on his. But he was the fastest. He hugged me, his body pressing into mine.

Soon, water splashed next to us and we broke apart laughing. He touched my hand under the water and my face warmed. Maybe he felt like I did. Maybe he was falling too.

Yuki and later Charles jumped into the water too, but Lando could only look at me. He was dripping wet and smiling and my heart couldn't beat faster.

It turns out that feeling such intense feelings could be tiring and overwhelming. After lunch, I felt drained. The guys were playing on the water and I could just look and smile. Until the captain came and told us the yacht would leave in two hours. Just for the sunset or something like that.

"Oh nooo" I heard Max exclaim.

They would leave. My two days in paradise with Lando were over and I felt as if I hadn't enjoyed it enough. Lando came out of the water. His body was glowing with beads of water and he looked perfect. His skin was slightly tanned. I bit my lip and he looked at me, giving me a weird smile before walking toward me.

"Hey..." He sounded a bit sad. Maybe he didn't want to leave either "Do you mind if I shower?"

I nodded a bit taken aback.

"Yeah, yeah. Just dry yourself a bit before going in"

He obeyed. Max would shower too in another bathroom. They both left and went inside and I stayed on the chair, knees to my chest and chin on my arms.

Minutes went by and I felt more and more anxious. I couldn't just let him go like that. I wouldn't see him in maybe two or three weeks. So when no one was looking, I sneaked inside and walked fast to my bedroom. I could hear the water running in the shower. I thought about it a couple of times. Would I be invading his space? Would he want me there? But the longing feeling of being with him was stronger, so I opened the door slowly. I gasped a bit when I saw his figure through the translucent glass. My hands were shaking when I started taking my clothes off and my knees felt like jelly by when I reached to open the glass. I stopped breathing and waited for his reaction as I took a step into the shower.

Am I overstepping? Should I have knocked first?

But then Lando slowly turned around and all the thoughts disappeared from my head. His lips, half-open, were begging for me to kiss them. He smiled and I almost fainted.

"I thought you'd never come" He teased with a smirk and a soft voice.

The water was still falling over him when I closed the gap and kissed his lips. He moaned at the contact and grabbed into me, his big strong hands kept me close enough to deepen the kiss. He licked into my mouth and I hummed, tasting the lemonade on him and running my fingers up his back.

The warm water fell over me too when Lando pressed me against the wall. The kisses were deep and hungry, almost consuming the air in my lungs.

As our hands move on the other's body, the moans and gasps were more intense and frequent. I could never get tired of this.

Lando ran his hands down my sides and grabbed into my ass. Then he lifted me and I hit my head with the shower head.

"Oh shit" I grabbed into his shoulders and hid on his neck laughing. I didn't want people outside hearing us but it was difficult as hell.

"Oh no" He touched my head immediately. "Are you okay?"

With panic in his eyes, he made me look at him. I was covering my mouth trying not to laugh.

"How did you do it, little gremlin?" I said looking at him and then at the shower.

He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

"I'm so sorry. This stuff always looks so good in porn. It's unfair"

I cupped his cheeks and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Lando, honey. Porn is fake."

"But it looks fun"

"I can have more fun without hitting my head or without you getting all tired"

"I'm an athlete. I'm well trained"

You rolled your eyes.

"Put me down, idiot"

He lowered me and I kissed him hard, pulling a moan out of his throat. "Of course, you are well trained, Lando. But really, I don't need you to do all of those things they do in porn" I kissed his cheek and then sucked the skin on his neck. His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me flushed against him, his hard member pressed on my lower belly. "I fucking love this neck, Lando"

Leaving light bite marks, I travelled down his shoulder.

"Fuck, you look so perfect. Your body is just... I couldn't stop looking at you today, Lando"

I stole a kiss from his lips before going to his other shoulder. With my lips, I looked for moles and marks on him. They drove me crazy. They were everywhere asking to be kissed.

"I don't need you to be an expert in sex or something like that. I just want to have fun and enjoy with you"

Slowly dragging my lips down to his chest, I sucked his nipple and licked it. He gasped and knotted his fingers on my hair.

"I only need you to make me feel good" I let myself fall on my knees. "I want to have fun and that sex on porn it's not fun"

I bit the skin on his hip and he shivered.

"I love how clumsy and awkward you are. It makes it more special"

Another kiss on his belly, then under his belly button and then right above his member. He caressed my face and whimpered a continue, please.

I smiled a bit. I loved to have him like this.

"I love how we can laugh and just be stupid during sex" I grabbed his member with my hand and jerked him slowly.

"Fuck..."

"That's what makes our thing special" I licked softly the tip. "I know I can do things wrong because you are there to tell me how to be better"

I sucked and he moaned.

"I love how I can wear Patrick Star underwear and you would joke about it"

"Shit, YN. You are driving me crazy"

"I'm just gonna let you fuck me in this shower and it will be messy because that's what we are"

"Are you? Are you gonna let me fuck you here?"

I nodded and slid his member into my mouth. With my lips wrapped around it, I started bobbing my head slowly. He let his head fall back and his grip on my hair tightened. A low moan came out of my throat and he gasped.

"Fuck. I love your mouth so much. You are so good with it"

I pulled him out and swirled my tongue around it. I fucking loved when he talked like that.

"Come on, missy. Open that mouth please"

I obeyed and showed him my tongue, which made him smile. "You are beautiful, YN"

That made me blush hard. He had that effect. He had always had. Since the beginning of this thing.

Lando was careful when he slid his member into my mouth. He was careful and moved slowly he started bucking his hips onto it.

"That's it, babe. You are doing so well. Just tap me twice if it's too much"

He was groaning and moaning as I sucked and moved my tongue over him. He had his slow and steady pace, only going deep once in a while after being sure I was okay. And he grew closer and closer. After so many lessons, I started to learn the signals. How his eyes looked in desperation at me, how his nostrils slightly opened, how he mainly breathed through his mouth and how his fingers tightened around anything he could grip.

Lando stopped then, when he was almost there, and pulled out with a groan.

"Why do you stop?" I asked out of breath.

"I have to fuck you in this shower, right?"

"You are young and athletic, can't you take two rounds?"

"I prefer to cum fucking you" He grabbed me and helped me stand before kissing me hard. His tongue wandered around my mouth before he pulled back and pressed his lips on my forehead for a second. "Can I?"

"Fuck me? I came here expecting you to do it"

He chuckled and grabbed my hips. Suddenly he turned me around. I was facing the wall now. "Oh fuck" I gasped surprised.

He laughed a bit before spanking my ass softly. Not too hard, it only itched a bit.

"Shit, Lando"

"YN. I don't have condoms"

I turned my face to him. "Neither do I"

"Fuck, I wasn't planning on seeing you during these holidays"

Wait, what? Was he only seeing me?

"W-well. I-I haven't had sex with anyone else since we took those tests" I muttered.

"Haven't you?"

"No" I whispered. Have we been exclusive? Without even agreeing on it?

"Neither have I"

"I'm on the pill" I said looking at him in the eyes.

"Fuck. Are you...?"

"Fuck me, Lando"

He gave me a deep kiss and pressed me against the wall again. He used two fingers to get me ready and soon he was fucking me. His hand was around my mouth, silencing my moans. It has fast, hard and deep. He had probably never fucked like this, but it felt so fucking great. He was hitting the right spot and it was driving me crazy.

"Shit, YN. You feel so fucking good" He said in my ear, his voice was deep and low and it was perfect.

I whimpered on his hand and closed my eyes tight. I was close, but he was closer. The pleasure was building up on my lower stomach when his hips began to stutter on their thrusts.

"I'm gonna come, fuck YN"

I reached back and ran my hands over his hair, then he freed my mouth and I kissed him. His tongue danced on my tongue and I sucked his lips before he pulled out and came on my back. His teeth sank on my skin and he groaned.

With my fingers tangled in his hair, I turned around and kissed him again, silencing his low moans as he jerked himself through his orgasm. When he pulled back, his pupils were huge and his breathing was hard. He gave me the most intense look ever before crashing our mouths once more and taking his fingers to my centre. He was almost a master in this now, so he went directly when I needed him the most. His fingers moved fast against my g-spot as I moved my hips dragging my clit over the palm of his hand. He made me cum so soon and so hard I almost lose my balance. Luckily, Lando had well-trained his reflexes and was fast catching me. I pulled back from his mouth and took a deep breath.

"Fuck, you did so well, missy." He said before kissing my forehead.

All that pleasure was still running over me as I slowly recover and my senses came back to earth. I noticed the water still coming over us and Lando's hand around my middle, his leg between mine and his lips leaving soft kisses on my face.

"Earth to YN?" He whispered half laughing.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

I love you.

To save me from saying anything I would regret, I pressed my lips on his cheek and he hugged me close.

"I'm going to miss you a lot"

"I'm going to miss you too" I whispered back as I tried to not cry.

"Hey, I'll text you, okay?"

I looked into his eyes and he cupped my chin, giving me a short loving kiss.

"Okay... Just tell me how your amazing holidays in this place go" I smiled a bit and he nodded.

"Same to you, missy" He took a deep breath and stroked my cheek. "Now, let me clean you."

Sorry if it took too long. The last weeks have been messy and my head was on the clouds. I'm still proud of this part. Probably not what I had in mind, but it turned out well.

Next part: Car rides and tears.

#lando norris #ln #f1 fic #fic #smut #fluff #sex ed #lando norris x reader

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Leading Lady

A short (wlw/friends to maybe more?) story

(Hopefully it's alright, I wrote this in my notes app during my breaks yesterday!)

As Tilly Holden - the blossoming rose of British cinema - sat in her makeup room, she found herself becoming lost in her thoughts. For some bizarre reason, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about her fellow leading lady, her on screen girlfriend.

Tilly never usually signed on to Rom-coms, but there was something about the script that charmed her. Probably the stunning backdrop of rural Cornwall, or quite possibly the fact that it was a lesbian love story. But regardless, that was how she crossed paths with Mollie Chenoweth.

Mollie was an up and coming actor, having just finished her final year at university (in a subject other than drama, no less). She was a pretty down to earth kind of girl, she was a local and never lived too far from the film set. She grew up in a working class mining family in Camborne with a twin brother and worked her way into a bursary at the University of Exeter (the Penryn campus).

Outside of her education, Mollie did it all. She was chair of the Paddle-boarding Society and had links to the pride society, Cornish language and culture society and was an understudy for the university's acting group (which is how she got scouted).

At first, Tilly found herself feeling jealous towards Mollie. She didn't care about her public image, she wouldn't have to worry about where she was seen and with who. Mollie could be whoever she wanted to be, Tilly's management had spent her entire teenage life trying to create a perfect persona for her that the press would love. And whenever Mollie talked so candidly about the dates she'd go on with both men and women, Tilly would always feel an ache in her heart - but she was never sure why.

But Tilly couldn't hate Mollie. There was nothing about her that Tilly could hate. She couldn't hate the short auburn curls, her freckles or how she wore glasses when reading her script. She couldn't hate the tattoo of Hokusai's Great Wave on Mollie's inner forearm, or how she lit up whenever someone asked her about it. Nor her infectious smile or the cheeky glint in her eyes whenever someone suggested sneaking off set for a long drive. The way she would sing "Smooth Operator" in her Fiat 500 with the windows down, her curls rustling in the breeze.

The way she cradled Tilly's cheeks as they kissed on camera for the first time...

Tilly shook her head.

No, she couldn't think about those memories. It would only distract her more.

But as the makeup artist repositioned her head to continue her work, the door to the trailer swung open.

"Mornin' all!"

And there she was, Mollie Chenoweth in all of her glory. She was in a black crop top, which showed off her prized Hokusai tattoo and her athletic frame from years of paddle boarding - alongside a simple pair of jeans.

And of course, Mollie took her seat right next to Tilly. The two locked eyes and Mollie grinned.

"Hey! Are you ready for the big scene today?" Mollie had rolled her shoulders with a tired groan before the hair and makeup artists started their work on her.

Tilly found herself glancing over at Mollie in the mirror with a soft smile "I've been psyching myself up all morning. But Julia's on set, so we're in safe hands!"

Ah yes, Julia - their intimacy coordinator. She was the one who made sure that every scene involving the leading ladies' relationship dynamic didn't jeopardise Tilly or Mollie's mental health or didn't cross any boundaries.

Mollie closed her eyes as some eyeshadow was applied "I'm sure we'll survive!" She giggled softly "Besides, we can always take some time to sneak out to the nearest Maccies - park up by Marazion and get the view of St Michael's Mount?"

"Sounds like a plan!" Tilly grinned before she was given the all clear to head to costuming.

Mollie laughed and winked "It's a date then! I'll see you on set and we'll have a run through the scene with Julia!"

And as Tilly walked out of the hair and makeup trailer, a blush on her cheeks, she had come to the realisation that she may not be straight...

And that she may have fallen in love with her leading lady.

#original story #original characters #wlw short story #bisexual character #queer story #this is the first proper lgbt thing I've published please go easy on me #omg they were castmates

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neodreamzenie · 1 year

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Mafia Member j.jh SERIES

Previous / Next

Mafia Member pt. 7

Wc: 0.8k Genre: Angst, Fluff

So we went to one of the many cars and sat down in it. Jaehyun, Chenle, Johnny, Jaemin and I were now in the car. I gave Johnny a sheet. He unfolded it and read. They were the answers to yesterday's questions. I prefer black and white clothes, no pastel or bright colors. no dresses but skirts are fine, I only wear high heels when necessary, otherwise sneakers only.

"Should we dye your hair too? Maybe purple highlights or an ombré?" Johnny asked me. "Well, why not." I answered, looking back outside the window again.

Johnny P.O.V

After going to many stores we ended up with about 7 bags in each of our arms. We put the bags in the car and then made our way to the hair salon. We walked to the counter, behind which Alyssa - a woman in her 30s - was standing. "Hey Johnny, what color is it this time?" She asked me, as always. "Hey Alyssa, well, it's not my hair this time. Today is about Y/N." "Hi Y/N, sit down over there." She then showed her where to sit and after everything was clear, the whole procedure began.

Y/n P.O.V

"Wow, that looks good! But that's because I suggested it." He stated, laughing at his own joke. "Say what you want, but first go pay, I want to go home." After what was like two or three minutes, Johnny came back and you went back to the car once again.

After you guys arrived at home, Taeyong asked you, "You're training tomorrow together with Jaehyun again, right?" You simply nodded as an answer, since you didn't have another option but to agree anyways.

The next day, you woke up at six AM to a knock on my door. As you opened the door, Jaehyun was standing in front of you. "What's up?" "Get ready, we're about to start training. Forgot what Taeyong said?" "Sure, I'll be right there." Jaehyun told you to meet him in the kitchen, and with that being said, he left and you started getting ready.

After you finished, you went to the kitchen and saw Jaehyun making 2 sandwiches. One was already finished and it was standing next to him. You thought he had a big appetite so you went to the fridge and pulled out some banana milk. "Are you just wasting all the effort I put into that sandwich, or are you still eating it?" He asked you, making you aware of the fact, the other sandwich was for you. "Oh, so it's for me? Well, I'll eat it, thanks Jae~"

"Jae?" He questioned, looking a little confused, yet somwhat amused by the fact, you called him that. "Yes, it's your new nickname of mine." "Okay? Just eat your sandwich or I'll go without you." "You do know that Taeyong will kill you if he finds out, right?" "Okay, okay. Now just eat or do I have to feed you?" "No, I'm not a baby anymore. I can eat by myself."

Jaehyun P.O.V

She learns pretty quickly. It's only been three hours and she's already picked it all up. "Shall we try a duel?" "If you want?" It was now 10:20 AM and I decided to call this a day. "Hey Y/n, let's stop here. Go take a shower to relax a little." She just nodded as usual and left the room. After I cleaned and put everything away, I heard Taeyong's soothing voice behind me. "So? How is she doing so far?" "Well, she learns pretty fast."

Y/n P.O.V

You have been training with the boys for a few months now and you're improving with every day. Jaehyun fell quite in love with you at that time, which you noticed. And to be honest, you couldn't say any different. You did start to like him. One day, Taeyong called you to his office to talk about something.

"You will do a solo mission." Taeyong told you. "What is it about?" "We have rivals who used to be pretty good friends with us. Seventeen. You have to spy and put a tracker on their van. You have to do it as soon as possible and tomorrow you will get their files with the plans of their next mission, get it? It starts tonight, I heard they're going to a club tonight." To that, you simply nodded and left his office.

It was now seven AM and I had to be ready by nine AM, since Seventeen would be at the club by ten AM. You put my hair in a ponytail and walked into Ten's and Doyoung's room. "Well, you're going to need these items. First, your in-ears. With those, you can hear us for giving you instructions. Then, here we have the trackers. One is in the left earring for you and this one is for the car. Then your camera, it's hanging in your chain so we can determine your position more precisely and help you better. And lastly, your mic. It's attached to your collar so nobody can see it."

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on-noon · 1 year

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Find The Word Tag

thanks @the-stray-storytellertagging: @bookish-galaxy @eccaiia @awordchemist and an open tag

your words are: Bite, Soil, Wing, Spit, & Theory

Wilder (Dragonless)

“Those were rough numbers, ten percent means only around ten percent of people with Radno luck have luck as wild as mine or wilder. One hundred percent chance would mean your chance is more consistent than everyone else, and zero percent is wilder luck than anyone else. For luck one hundred is the most lucky, with zero the least. I got tested because my mom was worried with my curly hair, and had like eight percent chance and thirty-two percent luck.”

Empty (Countdown to Magic)

It’s packed. I knew a lot of people came for this, but still. Thousands of people crammed into the square that’s usually sparse, empty enough to play a football game in.

Gleam Glow (life friends & friendship ends)

Chains tie a blindfolded Rakad to a post, the glow of his hair faint against the sunset. He has magic energy. He has a plan.

Tight

The anti-mod protestors left open forums for closed servers because of fear of censorship, and the closed servers allowed them to grow a tight-knit community that became ever more radical. Although the information from those servers is not publicly available, and has been deleted, a few screenshots remain. These show channels where the members can talk about whatever, their lives or something unrelated which helped to build community. Also some screenshots showed members making death threats to Representatives or other people. They also were able to easily spread any evidence which backed up their side, truthful or not.

Bruise (Archives of Flying & Falling Through Space)

I am Leofric, I go by {username} on some forums, and yesterday I joined in the protests against the “Bill for the Accesibility of Mods” which would force planets to offer mods, in addition to requiring that doctors suggest mods if any are available, even if patients specifically say they are not interested in any mods. I also protested for those who had protested the day before and were wrongfully imprisoned, as I am now. Yesterday, a police officer bashed me with a shield, giving me a bruise across my face in additon to a black eye and several cuts

#tag game #find the word tag

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im so sorry you have to go through that as a writer 😭 i personally find it unfair and stupid?? i feel like things are never completely original and always Inspired off of something one way or another even if it’s unintentionally and small. out of all the fan fictions out there and plots and aus and suddenly when someone picks a popular au and theme it’s copying someone who used the same? i personally never read whatever this is about so maybe im misunderstanding something but fully trust that you make your own work. i really hope you dont listen to any of the hate you get because it’s just not true 😭 youve made other great fics and are a good writer. people need to just chilll, its not the end of the world (swear some might act like it because they have nothing better to do). people want to stick up for a writer they like and so will i but please use your brain sometimes gah damn. theres probably a similar fic out there but with a different anime 😭 copy is such a silly word in the writing field. unless its word for word or the resemblance is actually really noticeable that it’s a replica then yeah sure— but similarities in a popular trope? 💀

Exactly my point! fanfiction is never purely original- its basically things that we experience, fantasize and think about that are strewn together for characters that are/ were never originally ours to begin with (and it makes me think if we can be technically sued for defamy or not- but then again these platforms are famous for it)

To begin with, i write my fics according to the character's personality. After making breaking rules and showing how Sae can be, its only time that i write a bullying fic about it. And its not like this troupe was created yesterday, its been present since fanfiction came. There are so many troupes like fwb, bully x nerd, villain x hero, mafia! au, smau, royalty au, forbidden! love etc. and there are so many fanfics that have been written along these troupes that they tend to coincide or even match - dialogue wise or even plot line. now if i pick up the troupe bully! x nerd! there are so many different routes to it like :

Nerd being the bully's tutor ,Nerd being the bully's lab partner - either for chemistry or biology, Nerd being the bully's childhood friend etc. depends on which one you pick and in this case i decided to go with the second one. Picking up with what anon said abt me taking an ask and outright accusing me of seeing it and using it- since i follow other blogs, if anyone knows me here (and i say this not from a place of arrogance)- i am a very closed off person and literally don't interact with other blogs, neither do i tag them or vice versa nor go into their ask boxes - the last time i dropped in a suggestion for a fic i was planning to write in a fellow fandom writer's box - which was a street racer! fic for one of the characters i wanted to write for (after watching tokyo drift) , it literally turned up the next day in the 'x reader' from a famous author with the excuse of anons asking them for a street racer fic of the same character i wanted to write for. And i felt really bad and hurt cause someone took it with it going over 2k notes in a week when i was just a small time writer - but i didn't say anything neither did i want to jump to conclusions so i shook it off. and even now i see people paraphrasing my work or twisting the plotline so that it looks like the work wasn't originally mine and after talking it through with a friend who pointed it out; erotica and romance are not unique genres and there tends to be an overlap between the two, so i can't call a person out like that. and this is not even literally published work.

Even tumblr has their own writing prompts along with many other blogs that create them for writers to use - would they fight over the same dialogue that fits the plot line that they saw would fit which matches with each other?

And yes, i do create my own works. i'm open to suggestions sure- but i produce my own content. i followed writing prompts for a while but wasn't really interested in and started thinking of my own dialogues along with plots. For eg, i started working on an emperor! sae fic earlier in april this year, but since i wanted to be of a good quality, i went down to the point of studying about imperialism in japan in more detail - but the fic is still a doc and not out yet and i am pretty sure there is someone out there who is working on something similar or maybe the same thing or discussing about it unlike me cause i had one too many ideas taken from my blog - again benefit of doubt cause some minds can think alike.

So when anon decided to come at me, i wasn't happy about it- esp when i have gone through the same thing and when they don't even know me or the kind of person i am nor interact with my posts. and it was only one - i can tell cause the way they were waiting for me to answer their ask. Luckily, Zari stepped in and ended the discourse early cause from my time on tumblr for 4 years i've seen how bad it can get along with how far anons can take it.

And even after Zari and i settled the matter, this anon wouldn't let go of it- coming into my box and pinpointing out even the smallest of the detail despite the writers (who are supposed to write the content) settling the issue. To begin with, they don't even know me and even had the cheek to tell me about my online activities despite not knowing me (that too from behind anonymous); i literally don't owe them or anyone a justification for the content i write or post especially someone who wouldn't even show me who they are. And i totally agree with you. Standing up for a writer you like is good thing, but use some common sense before you decide to accuse someone or think through twice before you write something about someone you don't even know cause it could cause damage to a reputation they have built online - while you are on anonymous. cyberbullying and harassment are real issues and they can hurt people (luckily it didn't get to that point) and why would i even copy an idea? i would literally have more to lose than to gain with backlash; does it really look like i would want to put myself through that? sadly some people lack that sense of logic.

Anyway, this was just a small bump along the route. i'm keeping the fic on the blog cause some people liked it, but i probably won't revisit it- and i'm moving onto writing for more characters based on wips i created a while back but are unfinished. And i'm glad to see you enjoy my works, it means a lot to me when someone drops in messages like these!

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა♡

#Belle.☏#.lost sheep : anon

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fractalmindflower · 5 months

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You really don't understand what you put me through.

How insecure I continually am, the amount of lack of confidence. How I repeatedly lose hope after gaining even a little bit.

How I even imagine you cheating on me (doesn't matter if it's even irrational/is it really irrational though?) because yeah we aren't intimate. And when I don't feel feelings of confidence and hope it makes me not feel so great and inspired to be intimate. And then I think about how you just want things simple. I think about how what you told me on our 2 year anniversary. I think about how you watched porn at home while I cried my eyes out while pet sitting elsewhere, even while that same night you also could have chosen to sit in ceremony.

You sigh at me when I mention these things. You act like you're tired of hearing it still. You tell me I deserve better. You tell me we should stop, that this isn't working.

Yesterday in yoga there was a point, and I wasn't even thinking about us or my life or anything for the matter, and actually the instructor who is a sweet friend of mine, had us lay on our back with support blocks, and it wasn't feeling right to me, but tried to find some kind of comfortable enough position. But it ended up hurting and being uncomfortable and was also supposed to be heart opening she said. But anyways I just started to feel energetically, just pain, sadness mostly. A sadness. And I got teary eyed. And I stepped away to go to the bathroom but never went in the bathroom I just went down the hall to cry. Still I held back any audible sounds as much as I could. But more tears came out still. And it took me awhile to come back to the class. Not until the end towards savasna actually. Where more tears came out. My instructor touched my heart and tried to help me get comfortable and I told her I had been crying in the hall. After the class was over and pretty much everyone left, she massaged by back and my face was down towards the floor into the mat and my hands and I cried a little harder but also tried not to make too much sound. More tears. It felt so painful. Just a sadness.

Last night you came over and I tried to talk about things. Originally I had thought you should come over since you're going to Thailand soon. In 4 days actually. For like three weeks or something. I suggested you bring the tablet and we watch a movie and it was raining and we didn't end up doing storage unit stuff since it had been raining. When you came over I found myself just anxious and uneasy and like I wanted to talk. Just tried to say things need help things need work things need tending. That I feel you have work in yourself you need to do. That I don't think you're happy. That you were showing your deeper subconscious the other day even when you were depressed and feeling low. But you just say you're fine and happy. I explain that that day was a messenger for you. That I am concerned you dont have established good friendships in your life to help you with this and that. That I still feeling you need a therapist. That there's more to you than tiny house and the trailer etc. Yeah you know all these things you're aware I have told you, you tell me.

Then you get all worked up, sighing, pacing around the room, saying you dont want to do this. And I keep just trying to say well we need to talk about this stuff, why don't we address these things, I say I don't want another year of cycles, I say as cliche as it is being a new year, why not actually truly shift things. You close your eyes, you cover your eyes, you sigh. I mention how I invited you to a potluck music gathering with good vibes and nice people and you sighed at me then to my invitation as if I was torturing you. You tell me you just wish things were simple. That you wish we could just be enjoying things. I say well ya me too obviously. But things need tending to. Anyways you end up leaving and just say this isn't working.

You really don't realize what you put me through.

How I am just actually trying to and have always been a person of integrity, intention, convictions, spirit, heart, and depth and care for things.

I then go to your house, because I can't stand how I feel. Feelings of unresolved, feelings of powerlessness, of feeling small.

When I get there we talk for a bit, and it's just painful. Same things. You're fighting me, rejecting, I say we have the power to co-create and you say you don't want to. Which really has me over the edge not understanding where that all of a sudden has come from. And I just start crying. I start feeling like I don't even matter, like I am of no inspiration, like I am not appreciated, unseen, like I am not special to you, amongst other things. I end up sitting on the ground in the back of the trailer just really in deep deep sadness and confusion and lost. I feel like a child even. I feel so lost and empty. I feel like I don't even know what I am anymore. I cried so hard. So hard. It makes me sad remembering that feeling and I remember it as I write this now.

Eventually you realize finally that I am in a terribly sad state. You come over and hold me. I cry for awhile still but eventually I calm down. I really don't even know what happened to me. But it was really deep. Such deep sadness and lostness and pain. For a moment earlier I thought you were trying to break up with me I don't even know. But it really did not sit well in me. I felt threatened by it and it wasn't what I wanted and I just felt so meaningless to you eventually that I really sank down and became heartbreak itself.

Later afterwards I don't really remember. I had calmed down. You said some kind of reassuring words and I felt we were together still and you said you were going to do things. I don't know. Whatever the exact words I don't remember but there was that hope given to me again that was enough I guess. Enough to get me to ask if you wanted to go get pizza. You realized I must have said that cause I found the idea of it comforting. Anyways we finally end up at the Pub and I choose a song on the jukebox with a dollar of yours you offer, and moments later we are eating pizza and an overly cheesy broccoli cheddar soup. I guess for a sliver of time it was simple.

Anyways then you come back over again, we pretty much get into bed. We kiss and make out, some intimacy, I didn't necessarily want to get sexual. Ended up falling asleep.

You really don't realize what you put me through.

I thought we had a plan today to try again, to move some stuff into the storage unit I got. I had a cleaning gig then kirtan practice, you told me this morning you'd be done around 3 or 330 or something. I hadn't gotten any messages from you, even after my band practice was over. And I'm just like, ok, I guess once again, here I am imitating reaching out and communicating. Because we had made plans, but I hadn't heard from you. I say hi I haven't heard from you...It was around 4 by then maybe a little after 4. You also tell me now you're going up to your parents to do laundry. I basically respond with, I would appreciate communication, and as well to know about your shifting of plans, as well as, noticing that you didn't invite me. You say what's the big deal you're just doing laundry. I say well you know I'd like to come up and remember you're leaving for Thailand soon far away for awhile, I mention wanting to spend time with you, even if it is just you doing laundry. You say what's the big deal. You say I'm getting upset, you act like I'm being crazy basically. I say no, and why can't I have healthy responses? Why can't I be considered and respected when I thought we had plans? Why can't I be communicated with? Why don't you want to spend time with me even if you're just doing laundry? You say you considered it, you thought about it, ask me or messaging me or whatever. But obviously you didn't. So then you say things like you just want to live your life, that you don't want to have to consider someone else's feelings. That you can't do this.

You don't realize what you put me through.

So then you go up to your parents to do laundry and I end up cooking Dahl and broccoli and naan. Just doing my own things. Just hanging out with myself. You leave in 4 days for three weeks very far away. But yep just doing separate things. No mutual desire or interesting to spend time meaningfully or thoughtfully or simply. Just me in that. I just feel bummed. And then I text you how I feel like a burden and a bother. You don't want to have to consider another person, you can't do this, I guess I'm just so awful. Wanting to even just hang with you while you do laundry, wanting just thoughtful communication about a change of plans, wanting to be included in the new plans even, be invited, wanted around. But no. I just write you that I'm shit, that I dont matter basically, that I'm awful, that I shouldn't care so much, that I should just stop, that I surrender, that I say you can lead the relationship, that I guess I do nothing right, that my care is just basically all wrong I guess. That well ok enjoy Thailand and I won't bother you anymore or write you that yep, you can lead.

Saw you call me while I was writing all this.

You don't realize what you put me through.

Even after a night that I cried so heartbreakingly lost so hard, here comes the day after, and you are just in complete non recognition or remembrance of the night before and my sadness. That sadness was really scary for me. I keep feeling like I can't win. That we won't win.

Yesterday too, you just sounded like you didn't want to do the work. The work of healing, the work of tending, the work of rising.

You thought it was light or funny at the restaurant too, to say that you basically need some intimacy or something to hold onto, which to me like you needed physical inspiration or something, intimate inspiration to help you out. Flowers to look at. After I say a garden needs tending and weeding and whatever else to be healthy. You say you need flowers to look at it. I tell you that those flowers need tending to grow.

How can you expect me to open myself up, physically to you, when I lack a sense of confidence. When I tell you our roots and foundations need tending, and you just act like you don't want to do the work or tend to it. You just want simple you say.

I just feel so lost. And I feel so sad. You really don't know what you put me through. You make me feel like I am not beautiful or of inspiration of any sort of flower actually. You make me feel like I am not worthwhile to tend to. But you want me to just open up and be some sexual fuel for you of some kind? Seriously?

What am I to you?

You say you love me, but where is the soul and passion and intention and integrity that should be carried with that love?

You act as if there is just some magical reality where relationships are simple and dont require work and you can just do your thing and not have to consider the other person and get your cake and eat it too.

You really don't know what you put me through.

How much care, deep deep care. To so many levels and layers and realms, I put up with, or give, or have to tend to in myself, or look past, or convince myself, or ways I support you, try to promote your best self to come through, how many times I have forgiven you, all the ways I still try to hold hope and hold on despite so much that has hurt me, to points it is so hard for me to feel confidence or wonder if I ever will, same thing with hope for that matter, how I really wanna to be with you, how I just want to see you take best care of yourself, and of us, how I actually am calling you to initiate and activate, because I care that much, I care that deeply. I don't just skim and say whatever, fine enough, I don't just overlook what is actually needed, I stand up for convictions and what makes things healthy, I pay attention. Because a level of depth and growth and evolution in relationships for them to last, takes work. It takes vulnerability it takes humility, it takes shifting and choosing wiser not easier. You say you're exhausted, yes I am exhausted too. But I always say what would make things easier and healthier. But you just reject or avoid or skim or want to skim or you say you hear me or you're aware but you don't act like it. Act like it in a way that really sticks and gets to grow and live and grow and allow yourself and us to be able to shift and be on the right kind of path. But we stay stuck. Cycles. Stuck.

I just feel so sad.

I care so much and I don't even know what it even matters. Do I just stop caring so much then? Do I just stop initiating? Do I just stop reaching out or make plans? Do I just stay out of the way out of being a burden and a bother to you? Cause that's how you're making e feel. Like I should just be the unseen unappreciated person I am. Like I should just stop talking and surrender and let you lead this relationship cause I guess I do everything wrong.

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just yesterday....for the first time, i was publicly trans. it wasnt in a safe, comfortable room; it wasn't in my bed, through my messenger to people i trust, or here where mostly i am just a bunch of words floating out in the digital nothing for no one and anyone to see, ignorant of the person typing them.

i went to a board game night hosted by other trans people who live local and i was there. i was completely masc looking and sounding but i went out and i had to taste what it was like to not be in a space that was mine or known to me...to be around people who showed support but to know there was a chance for something unlike that.

that had to be one of the most nerve-wracking experiences of my life thus far (worse than rolling my car and nearly dying, ngl. at least i had an idea of what to expect when my car started sliding on that icy interstate).

i showed up and walked into a room filled with people who were chatting and getting ready to start the game night and my heart started nearly pounding through my chest. "what if i just look like 'some guy' to them? what if i just seem like someone who's 'just wanting the status'? or if they dont treat me as someone who wants to transition just because im essentially at phase -1 of my transition?"

i was so scared by that i set the board game i brought along down and rushed to the restroom (to collect my nerves as well as needing a moment of relief).

until i accepted myself as trans, looking and feeling like "a man" never once made me think about how i might be perceived. sure, every now and then id be concerned that maybe my clothes might need to be washed, but i wasnt ever conscious of how masculine i appeared and how much people accepted and "felt" that coming from me. and in one fell swoop, suddenly i was in over my head with how much i didnt want that feeling exuding from me, how much i didnt want to be perceived as a man in this space, and how much i desperately wanted to not be seen as i looked but as i myself felt. the people who know me irl know that when i get nervous, i can easily be moved to having to evacuate my stomach bc of it and as i returned from the restroom, i was almost certain id end up back there shortly due to the immense pressure of that space, for me. and while i normally have her support, my partner was busy with an event she couldnt possibly be absent/absent minded for .... i was facing this entirely on my own, with none of my supports available for me.

i returned and took a name tag at someone's suggestion: a good point since most everyone there was unfamiliar with one another. i scribbled my current name on it. i couldnt bear being "Efie" yet. i ... i didnt have a reason why. i just couldnt see myself proudly displaying that name for those people when i was advised a nametag could be useful. after this emotional pitfall, i at least found some comfort in trying to help get games going for all the currently attending members and managed to find myself at a table playing something new with people i had literally just met for the first time....and it was nice. social anxiety was down but internal anxiety was reaching new levels...considering i often FAIL MISERABLY at making new friends, being able to sit and talk with them without so much as batting an eye even though i felt like my chest was going to explode was a small success on such a big night for me. as we all got familiar with the game, my miniscule chatterings about which rules i was or wasnt breaking gradually became a banter that i almost pride myself in being witty enough to hold and it was quite nice feeling more and more comfortable, at least at this relatively shallow level, with them.

near the very end of the game i excused myself for a small moment and i took a leap i wouldnt have imagined at the onset of this evening: i awkwardly walked back to the markers, asked who was sitting there to pass me one please, scribbled out my current name and wrote "Efie" in much poorer writing next to it. i was so ashamed i couldnt do that originally...but i also knew id never been verbally addressed by anything else yet and kind of assumed i just wouldnt respond if i was called that...but how else would i gain that experience?

to suddenly make myself that much more vulnerable only to receive nothing but the same, awkward friendship i had had moments before i put that nearly symbolic nametag back on was nothing short of pure catharsis... not only being open enough to just be trans at a public library, but also being able to say, with a bright lavender badge on my chest, that "hey i was absolutely infinitely more anxious than ive ever been and i wasnt even confident enough to write my own name here" and finding only the same open arm-ed acceptance nearly made me tear up between that game and the next.

between the first game and the next i played, i followed the suit of those who had played with me, including who i assume was someone who helped organize the event as she had a method of monitoring all the small groups to make sure everyone was enjoying theirselves, i followed her lead and wafted between ongoing groups just to see some new tabletop games id never seen: i even got to see catan being played for the first time ever, hah.

i sat near them on the floor, as there were no convenient chairs nearby, and read the rules before actually looking at the ongoing match so that id have an idea of what i was witnessing when a bit of a nail was sent right through my already aching tummy: "hey what's that on your nametag?" i was propositioned from a person focused on the match. i assume they asked me purely because i was quietly observing out of respect for a game i think/thought(?) to be complex and didnt want to interrupt any of their thoughts.

i told them i had scribbled "it out and wrote my name" on it. "oh cool! what's that say? Eef-ee? how do you say that?" they smiled at me.

the first time in words id ever heard what is my current chosen name. it stuck me like a cramping muscle suddenly shooting itself right up the thigh, announcing its presence triumphantly by bringing your whole body to awareness. it wasnt a good feeling but it wasnt inherently bad. i felt like such a child, almost, being asked by a parent what they had brought. i dont know why but that was the feeling i had. maybe because i not only made a point of it by not getting a new sticker, but also feeling like a fish out of water in every way sitting near these four girls. i felt like an outside for a second and wasnt sure how to respond or what to feel.

to say i nearly sank under the table, even at this innocent observation of my own choices, was practically an understatement.

"um..yeah, kind of like Eevee haha.." i managed to squeek out at them.

"wow that's a cool name!" they had passed their eyes briefly from my name tag to my face and then back to catan, which i dont blame them for. i did my best to not look to many people in the eyes as i know i can stare pretty hard so i figure they couldve felt the same or something but i wasnt really concerned. their tone was comforting and their demeanor as welcoming as i couldve read from someone i barely knew.

the rest of that event ended in pretty quiet circumstances for the purpose of this blog, but it was fun playing codenames again after having enjoyed it 3-5 years prior. i still am sorting through what it meant to feel that way and was confused enough to post about it to the groups discord saying basically "wow that was very hard for me i am sorry also i am awkward" and was only met with kindness and empathy, as most agreed that the first time you allow yourself to be seen by anyone you dont know or arent comfortable 100% with is an impossibly stressing situation and that youll find comfort and confidence in continued experiences like that and it will go from being unimaginable to being the peak of comfort ... and i truly hope so. i really did enjoy the night, after retro-and-intro-spection on it.

#december #December 2022 #mtf #fendiary #trans #111222 #happy to look back on this and laugh eventually #especially with how nervous i was #they were all so nice and its refreshing to meet such a welcoming and pleasant group of people

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