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prettyboykatsuki · 3 months

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✮ tags ; fem reader, historical fiction (time period typical commentary about gender), bantering / romantic tension, smoking cigarettes, indirect kiss, enemies to lovers if you squint, a vague age gap hejkfdjks

✮ a/n ; i cant believe myself but i needed to get it out of my fucking brain.

"Aren't very good at being stealthy, are you Mr. Marston?"

His eyes linger on your frame longer than he'd like them too. You're still in your night clothes, and dawn has yet to break. Up earlier than he's used to seeing you. Up brushing his horse, of all things. Old Boy's nothing but tender under your care.

The faint mist of morning touches his skin, turns him cold. You oughta be even colder like that, but it doesn't show on your face.

He scoffs a little, hands tucked into his pockets. "Wasn't trying to be. Nobody's up this early so I though we had some unwanted company."

"I guess I still count for that, huh?"

“Oh, shut up would you?”

You giggle back to him in reply. It’s rare to hear. Normally when you're laughing, it's a lot coarser. Always so rowdy. He doesn't mind how you sound now. He sits on a log nearby, watching you as you pat the horse gently. Brushing it's mane and whispering words quiet enough that he can't hear over them over the crackle of the freshly lit campfire.

He can't see your face in the dark either, not well. But you're smiling.

"He likes you more than he likes me," He mumbles.

"A woman's touch or somethin' like that," You reply back. John laughs sardonically.

"A woman? Hardly. Got plenty of other options if that's what he needs."

You shoot him an unimpressed look, brows furrowed. Most women would be pissed at him for saying so. John wouldn't say it to anyone but you, he figures. You hardly look mad though, if a little displeased.

You rifle through the horses saddle (with all of John's things, not even bothering to ask him permission) until you find some sugar cubes. The horse makes a pleasant noise as you coo at him, opening your hand up to feed him.

"But he's eating out of my hand all docile anyway," You give John a furtive glance, smile pulling at the corners of your lips "Reminds of somebody,"

Yeah. Right. He bets it does.

For how much you and John argue and for how much you get on each others nerves, he can admit to himself that he spends more time looking at you then looking away. He can't understand it himself. Makes him feel guilty. He ain't much of a good man. He ain't much of anything. A decent marksman, a fine swindler. Not much else.

The flame paints your face orange-yellow in the light. Not enough for you. Not in anyway. But he can't keep his eyes from memorizing you . Always noticing the way you look back at him. All tender. You can be a lot of things when you want to be, but he doesn't often catch it.

It's hard to ignore when he does. "Don't you have things to do, Mr. Marston? Your turn to stand watch today, isn't it?"

He wants a little longer with you. He frowns at you. "Mr. Marston? You call everyone their name but me."

"Does it bother you?"

Course it does. That's what he wants to say. He looks around for his satchel and pulls a cigarette out from it along with a lighter. The flame sparks, looking away from you. "Just wondering why that is."

"Well, lets see," You stop tending to Old Boy after a few more lonesome pats, instead walking towards him close to the fire. You pour yourself a cup of coffee as you sit on the log adjacent. "Arthur's troubled when I say Mr. Morgan, says it makes him feel old. Mr. Smith is too formal for Charles, and Summers is... Summers. Same with Dutch, and Hosea and Bill. Mm, I guess that leaves Javier - but he's hardly a mister."

"And I am?"

You grin into your cup of coffee, not looking at him. "Course you are, Mr. Marston. What else would you have me call you?"

"My name would do you just fine."

"I like Mr. Marston. It's nice and formal, and well," You do peer up at him at him this time. "Young ladies are supposed to be prim and proper and formal, aren't they? At least from what I know. Shouldn't go around calling a man with a son by just his name now should I?"

Damn it. You're clever. "It's no wonder men lose their betting money to you."

"What are you saying now? Just trying to be mindful. Would you prefer I call you your name, Mr. Marston?"

You're doing it on purpose now. He sighs.

"Call me whatever you want," He says, giving up on it after a while as he takes another drag of his cigarette. You finish your coffee, bemused before empty out the grounds.

After, he watches as you saunter over to him. You bend forward, too close - bare skin inches away from prying eyes.

He's thankful everyone's asleep and not around to witness this.

You bend to him eye level, plucking the cigarette half-smoked from between his fingers and placing it between your lips. Your lips are smooth, shiny and plump and soft.

You hold it between your pointer and middle and take a deep inhale of smoke. The scent of tobacco floods his lungs again as you blow the remaining smoke out into his face, making him cough.

He stares at you wide-eyed and awe struck as your grin widens. A flush creeps up his face as he realizes where your mouths been, watching the end of butt of the cig get dark and stick between your lips.

"Thanks for the cigarette, John," You say, waving him off as you turn back towards your tent. "I'll see you at supper,"

John watches you smoke as you get yourself ready for the day, at the far end of the camp - adjusting something in his jeans. Damn you do something to him.

#rdr2 x reader #john marston x reader #red dead redemption x reader #how on gods green earth do i tag for a man named john #writing tag #i want that guy quite terribly

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majorproblems77 · 4 months

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ITS LU UPDATE TIME!!!

AND IT IS ALL ABOUT SKY AND IM SO EXCITED :DDDDD

You know what that means! It means a long post by me! :D

Cant wait to be excited about my blorbo for like 30 minutes, so sit get some popcorn and like some earplugs cause i will try to contain my screaming but I've been waiting for more Sky stuff and I'm so excited!!!!

For point, and because I keep forgetting, all the panels I'll be talking about belong to JoJo and @linkeduniverse

Let's do this!

Alright lets get this out of the way first, I love some parallels right, So as per usual, if I need a panel from anything prior I'll let you know where it's from!

So what do you think he asked him.

Hey sir! Have you seen a guy with a big flag on his back going way to fast come through there?

Man is just like, oh yeah he went that way past the forge that your other weird fellows were at earlier.

He run, Then he hero stop. Power pose activated, target acquired. Then he run some more

Run my blorbo run!

Genuinely interested in what exactly this is, Is it a map? Is it a list of places? Is it a paper with time shift shenanigans in it?

I'm not versed in the postman, Is this normal, or did he do this cause he heard Sky and wanted him to think he was waiting?

This face has be dead. (/pos) I love him so much my dear blorbo its been too long since we saw you last.

Putting this together for 1 reason

Postman is a dick, Sky was so close, That can't be more than 10 or so metres at most. Poor man ran across Town out of town to catch up to you for you to go sprinting off into the woods, and my man is full on Olympic sprinting to deliver this mail geesus.

Also, the compulsory return of the king 🧍, Sky is the king of this pose and will not be beaten. Although Legend comes pretty close.

God the expressions in this update are top tier, Sky is just so expressive. Right now, Man is thinking why he does this to himself.

I'm fucking cackling, this art is amazing and Jojo's sister did an amazing job. Like I feel like I can hear this picture with that teasing tone that my siblings would use on me when we were younger. God I love it.

So even though Sky is looking towards Legend here, so I'm totally under the impression that Legend said Wahhhh, and Hyrule said I cant run. As Hyrule was with wars When they got split up initally. Poor Sky, man has become the butt of jokes. Im glad Four is giving them a look, He doesn't look impressed. Its okay Sky, you've got a friend in Four behind you. :D

War's is the real MVP of this arc in my opinion, Man has been in charge of the ragtag chain while Time has been out of action looking over Twilight. He's at the end of his tether.

Part of me wonders if this is going to impact his fighting going forward? Maybe he'll slip up because he's so stressed. He knows not all of them are knighted. These heroes he is with are NOT soldiers and he can't treat them as such.

And this sentence. Don't Interrupt! sounds like he is scolding rowdy recruits, rather than fellow heroes.

Which if you think about it, Sky is giving essentially a scouting report here, He scouted ahead and has returned to speak about his findings. War's is a captain, in his era he's a commanding officer. He's taken reports of this kind before.

Having a panel with Time, Wild and Twilight in Gives me more life than i think i give it credit for. (I am in the crowd that there's a family connection between these three.)

It's also nice to see Wild, like genuinely smiling.

Moving on

Hero pose again! :D

I love this man

These panels are very important to me so give me a moment while I explain.

Sky probably has her words engrained in his mind. You can see the questioning look, and thinking. "Is this going to work?"

That eternal dream That he's talking about, he knows her power is faded, but he's going to try anyway. I just didn't think he would use it to track what I can only assume is the postman.

It's really nice to have Sky's relationship with the master sword put on display. It means a lot to me and has brought me great Joy through this update.

He cares about her. And even if she can't talk to him anymore. He still trusts her to lead him true.

And this panel breaks my heart! Something inside of him probably really hoped Fi would speak to him or give him more of an indication. Sky looks so sad.

I just wanna hug him, and tell him it'll be alright. He's probably thinking about turning around at this point. Maybe he's thinking about how some members of the chain perceive Fi.

A soulless weapon.

(Or maybe im thinking too much into this)

The way his faith is restored!

Fi did lead him! She did! She's still there somewhere, and his shock! Oh my boy. My sweet blorbo,

And having used like super zoom on that last panel, MY BOY IS SMILING! :D

RUN BLORBO RUN I BELIEVE IN YOU!

(Also appreciation for the full body shot's we've got of Sky from this update, I love it so much I love him so much.)

Did I go hunting for the references, Yes I Did.

I think the following area is the area where they pull Twilight too, rather than the battle field and he then moved on from here to get to the battle field.

From sunset pt4

The pillar behind Sky has the only slant I can think of. It looks to be the same angle, but that could just be me.

If it is that location, it might be closer to that battlefield than we originally (Or at least I originally) assumed.

(If you've got any other places let me know!)

God i love him

Blorbo beloved! Is about as shocked as i am with the whole Mailman thing.

The confidence of this man is unreal. He's ready, he's moving he's going. He's going and ain't going to stop.

Me absolutely yelling at how this portal looks, it so ANGRY, But we know the Shadow is pissed right now. And if the shadow is making these portals and he's angry. I think the chain might be in for a surprise as they move on to the next location.

Which if I have to be honest. I think is going to be Skyloft. I think we are moving into a Sky arch, having had a Twilight Arc. (I also really want to see Skyloft in this universe, and there's an opportunity here. We've had more master sword things. We've had Sky content. who knows where Jojo will take this next, but I'm excited either way.)

Finally back to the chain! :D

The gremlins return :D

Wind's little 3:< face as he's thinking is giving the energy of an upcoming detective arch, He is thinking and he is thinking HARD okay.

Poor Sky. Man has been running around doing all the hard work while the rest of them just enjoy themselves. Hyrule especially is kinda like 'Ohhh... our bad...'

It's actually a kinda guilty look, maybe he feels a little bad about the teasing from earlier?

Now i gotta mention the potion thing, cause its just so damn funny not too. Sky my blorbo slow down you are gonna choke on the stamina potion.

But.

I want to focus on War's here.

And Wild too.

These two. These two are important.

Wild has gone from happy and chill vibes to Oh shit real quick.

After everything he put into the Shadow, while the shadow was injured and watched as the thing exploded. It just decided to come back or something. And Wild, here I imagine is thinking, "How was that not enough..."

Now Wars.

War's is Stood not looking at anything, In fact, I think he's looking past Time. The last thing he said was a two word scolding but apart from that he's been awfully quiet. Now he looks like he's thinking. He's closed off, protective.

The only time I can see where he does this is when he's in what I'm going to call, 'Captain mode.' So, When he's flicked something in his head that tells him he has to be a knight.

He dosent do it often, in fact from what I can see he does it 4 other times.

In order

Devine dark reflections pt 8 - when he's talking about knighthood with Sky and Hyrule

Sunset pt11 - When talking about Wild, and the fact that he's left

Sunset pt13 - When speaking to Twilight about pulling his own weight

Dawn pt 2 - when Twilight is talking about the team they are.

And now here in Dawn 7 - Where they are discussing the fact that an enemy they fought escaped or survived.

All conversations I would assume a captain would have to have with his men at one point or another. I wonder what He's thinking here. It's got me thinking.

Woah, So this took me longer than I thought. I am on the 4-hour mark now. Lmaoooo

Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for listening to me ramble for like 20 minutes.

And just remember

Sky is the sweet bestest blorbo beloved and I love him. :D

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

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dirtybitfic · 2 months

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So wrong yet so right Final part

Smutt, graduation, relationship , Time skip .

Me and matt woke up enter twined in each others arms.

it was nice to wake up to him I know that there is no going back to a normal " professor student " relationship after last night but right now all I can think about is how happy he makes me feel.

We got up and showered then he made us breakfast and we ate and watched movies cuddling the rest of the day. I didn't realize that its almost the end of the weekend .

It's Saturday night right now and i'm dreading tomorrow But right now im content as matt is between my thighs eating me out like a fucking pro. I now believe the saying"older men do it better" because Jesus Christ ive never had head feel so good.

F-fuck matt oh my god I moan out as hes sucking and licking on my clit and my hands are entertained in his hair.

He hums against be causing me to buck into his and press his face harder into me. His fingers pumping in and out at the perfect speed as my 4th orgasm of the night is coursing though me .

He laps up my juices that are spilling out of me as im gasping and crying from how over stimulated I am .

I have to forcefully push his head away since he showed no signs of stopping .

Sorry baby you okay I just cant get enough of you he says while stroking my hair.

mhm im okay just overstimulated I sigh out as I slump onto the bed and wipe my tears away.

we fall asleep talking about childhood memories and crazy things we've done in our past.

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Sunday morning rolls around and I groan as I turn over to face matt seeing hes already looking at me smiling.

good morning gorgeous

good morning I cheap back as I nuzzle into his warm bare chest .

after laying there for a bit I groan as I get up and stretch then head to the bathroom .

I come out and sigh as I sit next to him as hes reading something on his phone.

All the sudden the doorbell rings and his head snaps to the door .

fuck he says as he gets up and throws on a shirt rushing down the stairs I slowly follow as I hear another loud voice booming from the entry way. I look down the stairs to see another man looking a lot like matt just with longer hair.

I slowly make my way down the stairs and he looks at me smiling.

wow matt who is this he says pointing to me with a smirk

matt turns smiling as I walk up next to him.

this is y/n and y/n this is my brother chris

its nice to meet you chris ive heard a lot about you I answer honestly . Matt talked so sweetly about his brothers last night and I learned a lot about them.

its nice to meet you too he says smiling at me warmly .

well I just wanted to stop by since I just git back from the big meeting in New York and to drop these papers off to you Chris says handing matt a folder .

Thanks man im glad your back and that the meeting went well you and nick should come over for dinner this week. he says before hugging his brother.

yeah for sure ill next nick and see what day works best but ill leave you two alone . Love you man see you later he says before walking back out the front door and to his car.

so what should we do today matt says turning to me with a smile I return it with a small sigh.

I don't know but I do kinda have homework I say sigh dramatically looking off to the side. The homework im speaking of is for his class

what for what class he asks like he shocked I have work to do.

oh you know this writing class the professor loves to give us work over the weekend . What a dick am I right I joke as I smile up at him

well I hear that professor is very forgiving with his favorite student he says stepping closer with a smirk on his face

oh is he now I say smiling as my hand creeps up his shirt over his chest

mhm he hums as he picks me up and takes me to the couch .

He sits down as I straddle him as he brings me into a deep needy kiss.

I grind onto him and a whimper escapes my lips from the friction.

He unties his sweat pants as he pulls them down along with his boxers as his dick springs out .

gonna ride me like good girl yeah he says as he looks deeply into my eyes.

I nod as I move my thong to the side and slide down onto him causing us both to groan .

I start bouncing as moans escape my lips and deep groans leave his.

his hands grab my ass slapping it a couple times as I continue bouncing as his length fills me to the brim and his tip hits my spot every time.

my breathing is accelerating as my orgasm vastly approaches .

fuck gonna cum with me baby he groans as his grip on my ass tightens and I moan .

y-yes sir I moan out as I speed up my bouncing close to reaching my orgasm .

After a couple more bounces he twitches inside me and I shake and clench around him as I cum and he grabs my hips fucking up into me for a little until he fills me up.

Fuck he groans as we both sit there catching our breathe .

I lay my head on his chest as I slowly lift myself off of him but stay seated on his lap .

I look into his eyes as he looks into mine both sharing a look we cant write place.

I really like you y/n

I really like you too matt I say as a cheeky smile forms on my face .

after a couple hours of cuddling and watching movies we decide its probably time to take me back to my car I left on campus Friday night

I don't want to go home but I know I need to .

We drive back as we talk and listen to music .

I give his a final kiss good bye before getting into my car and heading back to my apartment.

Im sad I won't see him until Friday since he had to cancel class Tuesday for a business meeting with his brothers but I understand .

once I get home I take a shower and et some dinner before finishing up some work die tomorrow for my classes then head to bed giddy as I have flash backs of the perfect weekend I spent with matt.

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Friday rolls around and i'm rushing to class way to excited to see him than I should be.

I enter the class room and sit down closer to the front as his eyes meet mine and we smile. I have to hold myself back from blushing .

Class went by fast as matt ends the class off with our writing assignment that will make up our final grade for the class . The end of my senior semester is closing in and im excited but also scared for what will happen when I graduate.

As im packing my stuff matt come over and places a paper on my desk smiling at me .

I look at it seeing its the name of a restaurant outside of town and a picture of a gorgeous convertible rental.

what is this I ask confused

all you need to know is to be ready by 6:30 ill be waiting outside in that convertible he says before walking back to his desk gathering his things and heading out the door.

Me and matt are at dinner right now talking and having a good time before he goes serious.

so I have something to ask you he says in a serious tone

o-okay I answer nervously

will you be my girlfriend he ask smiling

yes of course I say smiling so big my cheeks hurt.

he leans over the table pressing a kiss to my lips then sitting back down

so what do you plan on doing when you graduate he ask as he takes a sip of his wine

Im not quite sure I was thinking of trying to write a book I say as I look at him smiling.

you know where the best place to write a book is he asks smiling

hmm no where I say tilting my head

my home office he says smiling bigger

is- that your way of asking me to move in with you when I graduate I ask a bit take back

yes it is he says noting his head smiling

I guess that would be okay I say in a sarcastic joking tone

he smiles before shaking his head so is that a yes

yes thats a yes I say as I cant stop smiling

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I just received my diploma and my college years have come to an end .

its bittersweet but exciting at the same time.

Im talking to my friends as matt come over giving me a hug .

Congratulations y/n I know you'll do great things he says keeping up the "just my professor" act up since we are in front of people.

Thank you professor sturniolo im really glad I took your class its helped me figure out I really like writing .

well I think you'd be an amazing writer he says smiling

thank you I smile back as my friend drew grabs my hand

come on we gotta got get ready for the party she says before dragging me away.

I smile and wave good bye before mouthing the words

"see you Tommorrow " making him smile

Me and my friends just got to the big ass end of the year party as everyone os drinking and having a good time.

Im deciding not to drink tonight since my stomach has been feeling weird this week and im not feeling throwing up tonight.

Were all mingling and talking reminiscing on the good times as Jay walks up to me looking upset . He was the guy I had been seeing on and off but since me and matt started seeing each other I stopped talking to him.

Y/n why haven't you answered my texts he slurs as he stumbled a bit

ive been really busy with homework and I kinda met someone im sorry I should have talked to you about it I say trying to loom like its sorry when in reality im not.

You - met somebody he asks looking like a sad puppy

yeah i... im sorry I just... he cuts me off

no don't be im happy for you he says smiling

really you are I ask a bit shocked

yeah cause I kinda met someone too his names Damian he says smiling.

I look at him jaw dropped I had no idea you were bi I say smiling

yeah I just recently found out myself but im glad were both happy and know I still love you so much you've been a great person to have in my life these past years he says bringing me into a hug

I love you too jay I say as I hug him back

well I should probably head home ive had a couple to many drinks but good luck with whatever great things you'll be doing and you better keep in touch

you too be safe I say as he walks off and I smile . That was the nicest way that interaction could have gone and im glad hes happy .

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A week later-

I woke up this morning to my stomach feeling sick and I immediately ran to the bathroom throwing up .

Matt just texted me hes otw to help me pack all my bags and boxes into the moving truck he rented since im moving in with him today .

He just got here and were moving boxes when I feel a move of sickness wash over and I run to the toilet throwing up again.

You okay baby you feeling sick he ask as he runs my back .

yeah ive been feeling off these past couple of weeks and I threw up this morning when I woke up

im sorry baby ill make you some soup when we get home okay he says and I immediately smile.

I love that you say when "we get home" I say smiling at him

come on lets get these last boxes and get going he says with a smile .

After about two hours im fully moved in and im eating th soup matt made me .

I finish it and sit on the couch next to him nuzzling into his side when all the sudden I feel sick again I immediately get up and run to the bathroom throwing up again.

he comes in feeling my head

your not running a fever ... what are you feeling he asks looking down at me .

I don't know just tired and my stomach feels weird

how long have you been feeling like this

uhh maybe 4 weeks

he stares at me before his mouth opens slightly

do you think you could be... pregnant he ask looking at me with worry on his face

shit... that didnt even come to my mind I mean im on birth control but ... I skipped a couple days when I stayed over the weekend. I say instantly panicking

hey hey don't freak out its okay ill go buy a test right now

he takes some time to calm me down so he texted his brother nick asking him to go get the test and bring it over .

nick comes in smiling as he gives me a hug seeing I was upset

I know its tough but hey I wouldn't mind having a niece or a nephew he says making me laugh a little

okay I-im gonna go take this real quick I say heading into the bathroom .

I don't know whether to be upset or excited. I just graduated and moved in with matt and I know I want to start writing a book which I can do from home so thats a plus and matt has told me several times I don't need to get a job unless I really want to but he wants me to take time writing a book and see how far I can really go with it so .

My timer goes off and I grab the test still not turning it over as I walk out and matt and nick and now chris who I guess came too looked at me .

I cant look can - can you guys look for me I say as I hold the test out in my hand

matt take it before turning it over all of them smiling as they look up at me .

y-you're pregnant matt says

oh my god chris says as he gets up giving me a hug

I smile as he rocks me back and fourth

im so happy for you guys . Im gonna have a nephew ... or nice he says pulling away from the hug smiling so big I cant help but smiles too.

Im so happy this is good news right nick says looking between me and matt.

we. both look at each other before smiling ear to ear and nodding.

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im about 7 months pregnant right now and I just found out my book is being published .

Me and matt are celebrating as we decide to discuss baby names .

We found out it was a boy a couple months ago but still haven't been Able to agree on a name so we brought matt and Chris over to help us decide.

okay we have 4 options

Theo , Silas, eros , and Luca.

oooh I like Silas its cool as fuck

I like eros but they are all good names its hard to pick

I knoooow I love Silas though

me too is has a ring to it Silas Sturniolo he says smiling

ahh that does sound cool chris agrees smiling

I agree I think ... its Silas then

I think its a beautiful name

we all smile nodding in agreement

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3 years later-

Silas just turned 3 and both our families are here me and matt got married about a year ago and life couldn't be more perfect.

Ive been writing more books and people have been loving them . money is coming in from both of us and we are very conferrable .

matt is no longer teaching instead he then over a good amount of the buildings him and his brothers own and he now runs a publishing company the company that just is happens to publish my books .

our family get along so well and I just cant believe this is how my life turned out.

Old me used to say " this is so wrong yet so right" and right now all I feel is that it is right.

We met under questionable circumstances but only we know that our family's believe we met at a book signing event and thats how well keep it .... our own dirty secret that will die with us.

I love you mommy Silas says as he hugs me and runs off with Chris " his favorite uncle" and I smile .

I love you baby matt says as he hugs me from the back

always and forever I say back as we hold each other smiling and watching our life play before our eyes.

THE END 💋

tags-

@sophia-77n, @riasturns @milasturniolo @junnniiieee07 @blahbel668 @sturnsjtop @skyslondon

#matt sturniolo #smut #fanfiction

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mintmatcha · 7 months

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can we get some rouge facts? pretty please 🤲🏼 she’s v interesting and i know nothing about d&d so i’m a little clueless about her role in the team. love your world building btw

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cw: cisfem reader, reader has a set background and personality, MENTIONS OF GROOMING AND ABUSE!

"Why don't you join them?"

The fiddle swelling and dips and the dancers do the same. You watch where your friends have blended into the crowd, their elbows crooked into the arms of strangers as they prance about. The alcohol has wiped away their inhibitions, but only strengthened yours.

Obsidian has left his partner on the dance floor and returned to you, arm outstretched. He must have seen you watching him and misunderstood that forlorn look in your eyes as something else.

"I'm alright here," you dismiss with a laugh.

"Let me teach you." Obi gestures again, "Or is our fearless leader afraid of the dance floor?"

He hums along to the song, hitting none of the correct notes. Even when he's making mistakes, he's undeniably charming.

"I'm okay, really." You try to laugh again, but the sound is tight in your throat. The crowd spins and laughs and jeers and the sound of it all stuffs your ears. Obsidian steps towards you, closer than a friend should be, with a chuckle on his lips.

"I insist."

Your stomach sours a bit and you aren't sure why. This is familiar in ways you don't want to admit. "Obi, not tonight."

"I simply wish to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room," His fingers loosely wrap around your wrist, but the pressure makes your mouth go dry. There's an ache, deep in the narrow of your bones, radiating out as he lightly tugs, "Come, it will be-"

You rip your hand from his with all the force you can muster. It's much too forceful-- you end up smacking yourself and knocking over your stein. Beer fizzs and bubbles across the waxed bartop, spilling down and over your legs.

"I said no." Your voice aches with the way to rips from you, "Why does no one listen to me when I say no?"

Obi's face drops. Green eyes wide with shock, he simply watches as you push off from your stool and weave out through the crowd. You bump elbows with a poor halfing halfway out the door, only offering the briefest of apologies.

The crisp night air brings you a bit of clarity, but it aches in your lungs. The cotton of your shirt suddenly feels much too tight and you cant help but tug on the edges to free yourself.

You're aware of being followed. It's like a stray dog, tailing behind you just fair enough to avoid any possibility of retribution. He continues until you stop and settle, sitting in the dew soaked grass. It doesn't matter- you're already soaked.

Obsidian stays quiet for a while, rubbing his sleeve against his nose sheepishly.

"Can I sit with you?" he says after a while.

You glance up at the dragonborn. The spot he rubbed is significantly shinier than the rest of his scales, catching the moon shine as he speaks. Your anxious settles just a bit at that; it even tugs a smile onto your face. You pat the ground next to you and the man settles down on to his knees.

"I am sorry," Obi says after a moment, "I should not have pushed you."

You're very aware that wasn't a normal reaction. The shame makes your stomach curl. "It's alright."

"Clearly, it was not." He rubs his snout again, "I should have listened to you."

He places his hand gently on to your thigh- no pressure, just reassurance. "I'll listen now, if you want to speak about it."

The truth is heavy on your tongue. You know better than to speak of it, and yet:

"Adam saved me. I know that," you say carefully. Your husband is always the elephant in the room, waiting to be addressed, "He took me off of the street and gave me a place to live. I'd be nothing without him-- I know that."

Obsidian prickles a bit at that, just the slightest flash of teeth, but he doesn't interrupt.

"He'd bring me to galas. The prettiest dances you've ever seen. I'd wear the nicest dress I could find and he would dance with me until my feet bled from those god-awful shoes." You flex your foot. The thick leather boot barely gives to the pressure.

"I hated them. I hated every minute," you say, "I'd beg him to let me stay home. I'd //beg.//"

You close a hand around your own wrist. Your body has changed over the years, almost to the point of unfamiliarity, but the pressure of a palm against the inside of your wrist always snaps you back to the brittle age of eighteen.

"And he still made you go?"

Eighteen was the first time you started measuring your steps, walking in the shadows to avoid drawing his attention. Eighteen was the first time love felt sour on your lips.

"All anyone would ever say to me was that I was so lucky to be his wife. How he loved me so much." You take Obi's hand from your leg and intertwine your fingers with his. The span and width of his grip are so much different than anyone else you've ever known. "And all I wanted to do was tell them how scared I was of him.'"

"Why didn't you?" He's asking, but its not a question. It's a door, open just enough to let you keep going. "Someone surely would have listened."

"Where would I have gone?" You almost laugh at how ridiculously pathetic you sound. "I didn't have friends, and he was the closest thing I ever had to a father -"

Obi's grip stiffens, and you know you'd made a mistake. His eyes narrow and he knows//.

"Father?" he repeats, voice dark, yet trying to stay even, "He wasn't-- you--- what do you mean by father?"

Those sharp, kind eyes watch you, unblinking, as if he closes his eyes, you'll disappear.

"What do you mean by that, my dear?" he repeats, much softer.

The bar behind you clambors with din, the night is rich with the cicada song, and yet you feel like the world is so, so quiet. All of your words feel earshakingly loud.

"He didn't pursue me romantically until I was eighteen," you whisper, "But Adam took me into his home when I was thirteen."

You brace for what's coming. The anger, the disgust. By the time you realize you've closed your eyes, the silence has stretched out too far. It takes an effort to look at him and face the music.

Obi doesn't seem mad, he's just... sad.

"You were just a child." His voice is so brittle, "I-- Why didn't anyone protect you?"

You wish you knew the answer.

#not really an obi story but #Obsidian Vyke

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lustbile · 2 years

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Perhaps can we get a mark or Jaemin mutual masturbation?

I went with jaemin because I like him a lot right now and I cant help that so I hope you like it

Warning: mutual masturbation, jaemin being weird, and ambiguous ending

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“What do you mean you haven’t seen it!” Jaemin gasps dramatically as he roughly slaps your thigh, his eyes wide as if he’s not asking you something incredibly stupid.

“Well I am so sorry that I haven’t seen this one random porn, Jaemin,” you retort, moving to pinch roughly at the back of his hand as it still rests on your leg, “I’ll try a lot harder next time.”

“It just seems like something that would be right up your alley,” he shrugs, reminding you how weird your relationship with him. Being so comfortable with your best friend that you didn’t just know each other kinks, but you knew them enough that he was comfortable giving you porn recommendations, “I thought you might have found it on your own, you know since I’m sure you’re masturbating on the daily you fucking pervert.”

You slap him harshly on the arm this time, feeling only slightly satisfied from the way he flinched and curved away as he also let out a deep laugh. You don’t move from your spot though, leaning into his side as your legs are draped over his, but instead you just pull his arm closer to your chest as you mumble under your breath with a pout.

“Here, I’ll just show you,” he starts as if what he suggests is normal as he leans over to grab his laptop. He lays the device next to his legs and flips it open, logging in and opening his browser before he turns the screen to face you both.

“Alright this is a bit far,” you rush to say, “like, even for us this is too much. I know we’re weird but we can’t be this weird.”

You try to shut his computer with your foot, starting a small fight with him as he slaps at your ankle and you land a few kicks to his forearm, but with a particularly stinging slap to the top of your foot, you pull away with a hiss.

“What’s weird about it?” he asks so genuinely that it makes you reel back in confusion, “I’ve watched porn with Jeno before.”

“That’s not normal either Jaemin,” you roll your eyes as you see him open the link he had bookmarked, “you and Jeno are both fucking weirdos.”

“Listen,” he starts once the website loads, the thumbnail image of a woman with her head tilted over the edge of a bed with a man fucking her with his hand around her throat burning into your eyes, “it’s not weird if it’s with your bros.”

“Bro code doesn’t work here, idiot,” you huff, crossing your arms as your nerves eat at you when he hovers the cursor over the play button, “I don’t know what goes on in your head.”

“Same thing that goes on in yours,” he smiles brightly, “that’s why I know you’ll like this video; we’re into almost the exact same things. So do you want to see it or not?”

You want to say no. You want to tell him to close his laptop and stop being a freak, but him reminding you about your similar kinks shuts you up. Of course you’ve thought about how your incredibly attractive best friend was very sexually compatible with you, and it had made you consider more than just a few times what it would be like to hook up with him. But him putting those thoughts back into your mind now, when he has a porn video pulled up and ready to play, made you twitch and squirm.

“Play it before I change my mind,” you spit out, your curiosity pushing out any rational thinking you should have.

He bounces in excitement at your words, his hand stumbling and making him miss the play button the first few times he tries to hit it. But finally he does, and without any mental preparation, your ears are hit with the sounds of pleasured moans and the slapping of skin.

The woman’s face is flushed red as she’s being fucked, the man’s hand squeezing tightly around her throat. He fucks into her so deeply with his other hand circling so quickly over her clit, you do have to admit it does light a fire in your body.

There’s an immediate tension in the room as Jaemin leans away from the laptop, his hand that doesn’t already rest on your thigh moving to wrap around your shin. The skin under his hands feels like it’s on fire, the usually familiar feeling of his palms against you feeling so much more present as he brushes his thumbs softly against you. Part of you wants to pull away from him, to get the burning heat of him off of your already burning body, but instead you stay frozen, watching the video with wide eyes.

The groan Jaemin lets out when the man in the video moves the hand he has around the woman’s neck to slap her makes you jump, the sudden noise breaking the silence that you’ve both fallen into bringing you back to the reality of the situation as you quickly glance towards him. Unfortunately, Jaemin was right and the video is something you’d watch in your own time, and you were having to push down the arousal that was taking over your brain, but it gets even more overwhelming once you get a glimpse of the way his face shows his own arousal so blatantly.

You try to discreetly shift as your thighs tense together as you glance back at the screen, your hands that you now notice are wrapped around his arm holding him tighter. But when your legs tilt closer to his chest, you can’t ignore his bulge that now brushes harder against your calf.

You try to pretend you don’t notice, you even lie to yourself that you were imagining things. But ultimately you should have expected something like this to happen the second he picked up the laptop.

You shift again once you feel the way your underwear sticks to your body, trying to make yourself more comfortable while also trying to avoid brushing against his crotch again, but he shifts his own hips at the exact moment you move, accidentally pressing himself directly against you.

You jump again when he swears from the friction of your leg pressing the fabric of his sweatpants against his length, his hands tightening around your leg as he tries not to push you away or bring you any closer. You two freeze in place, his eyes wide as they slowly trail up to lock onto your’s, as if he’s within his right to be shocked by the outcome of the situation.

You just stare at one another, frozen, holding each other as the obscene noises continue in the background. You notice the bright blush that spreads across his cheeks and over his ears, and for a split second, endearment wraps around your chest and drowns out the arousal and anxiety that fight in your belly. The feelings come back though when he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and you notice his eyes darting quickly across your face and you feel his hips twitching again.

“Are you…” he starts, his voice cracking slightly before he clears his throat, “do you like… the video?”

You both cringe slightly at his awkward question, nervous laughs bubbling from both of your chests.

“Uhh yeah, sure,” you nod, your muscles tensing as you try to not lean closer to him, “great recommendation on your part, Jaem.”

“Cool,” he nods, his eyes opening and closing slowly as he thinks, “would you say… that you’re turned on right now?”

“I mean-“

“Because,” he starts again, cutting you off as he nervously spills his words out quickly, “obviously I am,” he nods down to where his legs press over his hips, “I was just wondering how you were… you know… what’s going on in your world?”

“You were right in thinking I’d like it,” you start hesitantly, nodding and holding eye contact with him, even though everything in your body and mind was screaming at you to look away, “maybe I’ll um, you know watch it later… when I have the time.”

“I mean, you’re watching it right now,” he says as if you need to be reminded of the woman’s loud moaning spilling from his laptop’s speakers, “and we don’t really have anything that we have to do today,” he shrugs as if what he’s hinting at is normal, but considering where you sit now, you guess Jaemin’s definition of normal is worlds different than yours.

“What are you getting at Jaemin?” You ask, knowing exactly what he’s getting at.

“I‘ll say exactly what I’m getting at if you promise you won’t think I’m weird.”

“We’re already way past that Jaemin,” you scoff, rolling your eyes as he playfully frowns in defeat, “I’ve thought you were weird the day I met you, so just spit it out already.”

“Okay, okay, damn,” he shifts again, digging his blunt nails into your skin, “if I’m turned on,” he explains slowly, glancing down towards his crotch again as he speaks, “and you’re turned on… then maybe we can don’t have to just sit here all turned on.”

“So do you want to stand up and be turned on?” You tease him, your straight expression breaking into a grin when he groans and throws his head back in irritation before looking at you again.

“No, you idiot,” he spits the name you used on him earlier back at you, “I’m saying, if you think you’d be okay with it, that we could maybe just take care of our own business. You know, get ourselves off right here, right now, and go about our day.”

“Is that also something that you’ve done with Jeno?” You teasingly ask, hoping sarcasm will cover the nervous shake to your voice.

“No,” he answers quickly, “but I’d do it with you.”

You notice he gets so caught up in his defenses, that he says more than he meant to, and him specifying that he wants to do this with you makes your chest burn as your heartbeat picks up. The suggestion is a lot more tempting than you’d like to admit, and even though the anxious voice in the back of your mind screams about how it may ruin your friendship, you can’t ignore the way your palms itch to sneak under the fabric of your shorts.

“Wouldn’t it make things kind of weird?” You ask quietly, watching the way he perks up when it’s clear that you’re at least considering it.

“Not if we don’t let it,” he encourages, trying to stay calm as he shrugs his shoulders casually, “one time thing, right? Two hot best friends getting off together, what’s the harm in that?”

There’s a lot of harm in that, you think, your brain spinning around about a million different horrible outcomes as you watch the way he leans back. He takes his hand off your calf, leaving the other to squeeze at your thigh, and you swallow harshly when you watch him place his palm gently on his stomach.

“I,” you start before you let out a deep sigh through your nose, your thighs tensing as you realize how much more aroused you’ve become at the suggestion, “I guess once won’t hurt anything.”

“Alright, cool,” he says with clear excitement in his voice, but he doesn’t move an inch.

You both stay still for a moment, waiting for the other to make a move, until finally you release his arm to lean back towards his bedroom wall and shift until you rest against it comfortably. You don’t move your legs completely off of his, you just shift them down slightly so he has room to do what he pleases, because you tell yourself you don’t want to pull away in the chance that he takes it as a sign of hesitation. In reality, you don’t move, because you don’t think you’ll have the confidence if not for some small form of contact with him.

You try to move your eyes back to the screen when he slowly moves his hand down to grope at his crotch, the small noises coming from his nose and mouth at the contact making your body heat up again. Luckily, the video Jaemin picked was something you really liked, so for a moment as you spread your legs apart and run your hands up your thighs, you are fully distracted by the couple on the screen.

You hesitantly start running your fingers against the seat of your shorts, the small amount of friction against your sensitive skin making you let out a small sigh. You assume Jaemin is in a similar position, but you refuse to look at him out of fear that you won’t be able to look away.

You hear a shifting of the fabric of his sweatpants, followed by a quiet hiss as you assume he finally touches himself without the barrier of his clothing. The sound makes your jaw clench, and as your eyes go glassy as you stare mindlessly at the screen, you wiggle your hand down your shorts as you listen to the minute sounds your best friend makes beside you.

All he lets out are small puffs of air, enough to make you clench around nothing as you use your fingers to spread yourself open. The amount of arousal that’s built against your skin was apparent just from how your underwear stuck to your skin, but regardless, when you feel how easily your fingers slip against your body, you let out a rattling gasp. The noise feels so loud even with the blaring video in front of you, and with it, you’re reminded that one of Jaemin’s hands remains on your thigh when he grabs you tightly.

You try to ignore it as you try to focus on your fingers dipping shallowly into your entrance before you circle them against your clit, but the feeling of his rough palm is frustrating as all you can think about is his fingers doing the work instead.

You let out a small puff of air as your shoulders and thighs shift from the slowly building pleasure you feel between your legs, and as if setting off a chain reaction, Jaemin also lets out a gruff noise that makes your ears jump. You surprisingly stop yourself from looking over when he lets out the noise, but when you feel his fist bump against your leg as he lets out a much louder swear, you can’t stop your curious eyes from darting over to him.

You do good, only looking at his face, but when you see that he was seemingly intently staring at you already, you move your eyes down to avoid his glare. It’s then you see that he’s pulled himself from his pants, and you get the shocking look at his length gripped tightly in his moving fist.

You had already known Jaemin was at least slightly bigger than average, the few times you had accidentally seen him naked being burnt into your mind for a while now. The times he’s forgotten you were there after he got out of the shower, the handful of times Jeno pantsed him without knowing he was not wearing underwear, and then the time he pantsed himself when he forgot he, again, was not wearing underwear. These events haunted you on the daily, but they gave you as much information that you assumed you’d ever get to work off of. But it’s now it dawns on you, that those were when he was just flaccid, and now as you see him fully hard, you realize you didn’t give him as much credit as he clearly deserved.

You try not to drool as you watch him as he leans back casually and moves his hand slowly. He twists his wrists every once in a while, and every time he does he follows it with a soft groan and twitching hips. The sight makes even more wetness spill from your body, and even though you look back to his face a lot sooner than it had felt like, you can’t get the image out of your mind.

You want to apologize as you look up towards his flushed face again, but you’re lost for words when you see he no longer lets his eyes linger on your face. Instead his jaw hangs slightly open, his eyes squinting as if he’s concentrating, as he stares shamelessly at the way your hand continues to move beneath your shorts.

He notices the way your fingers speed up, and you watch as his eyebrows furrow at the small squeak of surprise you let out. You watch nervously as his eyes slowly move up the length of your body, and when you make eye contact again, you feel like you both must look insane as you just stare with slightly hanging jaws.

Your legs squirm across his lap from how much closer you feel just at the way he stares at you, and when he pulls your thigh until it presses against his shoulder you grumble in frustration. He has you spread wider now, your hips moving rapidly as he goes from looking into your eyes to staring at your hand as it moves against you, and every time he glances down against your hand fumbles slightly as you try desperately to get closer to the edge.

The video that still plays goes completely ignored by the both of you as you both bring yourself to your finish, the sound getting drowned out by the huffs and sighs you both let out. It’s at the first whisper you let out of his name though, that makes Jaemin’s eyes focus in again before he nods to let you know that you have his attention.

“Are you close?” He asks in a rough voice, breaking first when all you offer him is a soft pout. You nod rapidly when he presses his mouth against your knee with a chaste kiss, and at the movement, Jaemin’s face is filled with a pleased grin.

Your hips start thrusting gently into your hand as you glance back down at the way he plays with himself, his fingers now moving to tease over his tip before he takes advantage of your change of attention to push him hand against the underside of his shaft until he presses against the side of your calf. The slick feeling of his skin against yours makes you gasp, and the idea of him being able to use such a meaningless part of your body to get off as he starts to thrust between your flesh and his palm, makes you feel like your head may spin off.

He looks amazing, you decide. Just the way he leans back so casually, his hair falling into his face as he fucks himself against your leg as he stares between your thighs. He has always been able to find a way to drive you wild since the day he decided you two were friends, but this was a completely different level, that you never thought in a million years that you’d get to.

“Wanna see you come,” he tells you, his eyes locking onto your briefly, “can you come for me?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly as you get closer and closer. You do want to come for him, even if the idea scares you more than the suggestion of watching the porn ever did, and when he swears as more of his pre-come starts sticking to the skin of your leg, you feel like you’re only seconds away from following through with your promise.

You abuse your clit roughly as your back arches away from the wall, and you think your legs would have slammed shut if it wasn’t for the way he holds onto one so tightly. Your eyes move manically over his entire form, going from his fluttering eyes to his moving hips over and over, but when you feel an intense tingling start up your spine, you lock your eyes onto the way his face screws up in pleasure.

You take in a sharp breath of air, and Jaemin takes this as his warning as he moves to lock his eyes onto yours for the last time. And it’s when he nods in encouragement, and scratches his blunt nails against your skin, that the knot that was tightening in your belly finally snaps, and you come with shaking legs.

He follows quickly behind, his own orgasm hitting as he watches your face and body twist in pleasure. His hips stutter quickly as he continues to press against your leg, and as he bites roughly into his bottom lip and swears through his teeth, his come shoots out and up the side of your leg.

He clings his fingers tighter against you as you both come, your hand mirroring his as it grasps for something to hold until it lands on the bend of his knee. You both just shake slightly, your breathing becoming labored as you try to get your bearings, and the feeling of his come sticking to your skin making you feel dizzy.

You switch between avoiding his gaze and burning holes into the side of his skull with your eyes when you feel yourself finally start to calm down, both your breathing still heavy as you both just cling to one another in such an awkward way. The video comes to a finish as you sit there collecting your thoughts, and when you sit in silence, you try to sit and stay as stationary as you can possibly manage.

Jaemin’s tongue clicking is what breaks you from your daze, and when you look at him again with gentler eyes, you see an awkward but happy smile pulling at his lips. You want to deny the calm that washes over your body at such a simple sight, maybe even pretend that your entire world is shattered and completely different, but when he looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, you can’t help but to match the soft laughter he breaks into.

#Nct smut #jaemin smut #nct blurb #jaemin blurb #kpop smut #ask

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kyufessions · 2 years

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chapter seventeen: happy birthday!

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You laid on your bed, attempting to fall asleep but failing. You were tired, very tired, but yet your mind was still racing. And it was racing because of felix. Yes, you had a fantastic ass time with your friends, but felix was still the only one on your mind. As you sat up on your bed, you quickly glanced over at a sleeping chaeryeong to your left and noticing a just as sleeping Milk curled up into her side. You smiled sleepily at the sight, rubbing your eyes lazily. You slipped on your slippers, scared your feet would make too much noise as you walked out of your room and into the living room to retrieve some water. As you exited your room, you giggled quietly at the knocked out taehyun sleeping on the futon near your windowsill, his snores almost absent if you didnt hear closely enough. You wanted to snap a picture of his mouth hanging slightly open, but decided against it- at least for the time being as your mouth was getting dryer by the second.

You silently made your way down the hall and into the living area, checking up on the sleeping couple that were still in that uncomfortable-looking position but now with a blanket over them. Over on the recliner laid soobin, red icing drying up on the corner of his lips as the minutes passed him by. In the corner where your small dining table was at previously were two sleeping bags and an attempted pillow fort, both seungmin and jeongin sleeping the night away. You smiled at the sight, happy to have so many positive lights in your life. You all became close quickly, and you’re not sure how or why but for the time being you were not complaining.

As you approached the kitchen, you heard two voices talking in a hushed tone. You normally weren’t one to eavesdrop, but when you heard your name leave felix’s mouth you couldn’t help yourself. You were definitely awake now.

“Dude, y/n definitely likes you.” you heard changbin say aloud as he chewed on what you assumed was left over cake. “You’re the only one who doesn’t notice it.”

“How do you know?” felix asks as he cocked his head to the side.

A sigh left changbins lips. “The way they look at you is the same way i look at this cake,” so he was eating cake, you were right. “With admiration and love. They look at you like you put the stars in the midnight sky, like you’re the only person in the room. In the universe, even.”

All you could wonder to yourself is, ‘damn, am i that easy to read?’. Because truth be told, that is how you felt about felix. You didnt love him, perse. But you admired him, you adored him, and to you he had quickly become someone you cant go one day without talking to. Whenever his name popped up on your phone, the brightest smile would appear and you quickly swiped it away- or used to anyway. After everyone met felix, you had gotten the approval of him. Both you and your friends knew you didnt need approval to date anyone, but something about hearing your friends gushing about how lovely he was and how he acted around you made you feel fuzzy. For some reason, hearing all that made you feel like you were finally allowed to admit your true developing feelings for this freckled man who once stumbled into your work.

Everyone around both of you noticed it, noticed how close you both had gotten with each meeting. From the way felix played with your fingers at random moments, to the piggy back rides you would give each other, and to the way you both would not stop smiling when the other was around. To both of you, it was impossible to even do so. You both liked each other so much, that everyone around you knew of your feelings for one another except for both of you. The two of you were oblivious to the fact, convincing yourself that felix was just a clingy, smiley person and felix convincing himself that you were always this friendly with your friends. But with you hearing all of this, this entire conversation, you had gotten the confirmation you needed.

You had zoned out for a few, thinking to yourself after changbin’s last words that you hadn’t even heard both of them start walking over to the kitchen door to slide it open. When it slid open and you almost toppled over onto felix, both of your eyes widened as they met each other. Both of your brains were going at a thousband words a minute as changbin just stood there, hand over his mouth as he quietly chuckled to himself.

“Looks like you both have a lot to talk about, have fun.” changbin said as he walked past felix and into the spare room him and felix were sharing down the hall.

You stood up fully as changbin walked away, looking away from felix as you cleared your throat. “Um, i didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I’m sorry, lixie. I just heard my name and-”

Before you could finish your sentence, felix cupped your face in his hands gently and kissed your forehead. It was something he had done millions of times before but for some reason, this time it felt different. “I wanted to do this differently but I guess now's a better time than any.” he moved his hands from your face, sliding them down so they could interlock between your fingers. You rubbed circles into the back of his hand, something you always did that he loved. For some reason, it brought him an insane amount of comfort. To him, that simple act made him feel like he was home.

“I know we’ve only known each other a short while but um, i like you. A lot. I know you just got out of a toxic relationship, so i’d be willing to wait however long for you. I don’t mind the wait. Whether it be three days from now or three years, i’ll wait. Because you’re worth the wait.” he paused for a quick second before continuing, making sure he gathered his thoughts before continuing on so he could get everything he needed out. “You mean a lot to me, in such a short amount of time. I don't know how you did that, but you did. And I'm not complaining. I’m sorry if confessing scares you, but if i don't say it now i might not ever due to me being so terrified of doing so. I guess what i’m trying to say is, will you go on a date with me?”

As you digested each word he spoke, you could feel your cheeks heating up and a smile spread across your cheeks. All you could do was smile at the shy man in front of you as you held his hands in yours, and you could swear he was able to hear your heart beat in that moment. All you could do was nod happily as he had finally asked you out, him engulfing you in a hug right after you agreed to his date proposal.

A sigh escaped his lips happily. “Thank goodness you eavesdropped.”

summary: a social media au where culinary college student lee felix stumbles across a local bakery worker that catches his eye. what challenges will they face once that same bakery worker slips felix their number in a box of a dozen cupcakes?

[ tag list: @pumkiinpasties | @allystyles1 | @chanjaybahiyyihjamie ; please let me know if you would like to be added ! ]

#felix lee #lee felix #skz felix #skz fluff #stray kids #stray kids felix #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #felix imagines #felix angst #felix smau #stray kids smau #felix fluff #skz angst #stray kids angst #kyufessions sanriospring

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thedyingtimelady · 10 months

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A Crush on someone isnt that simple

Prolog 1/2 (Hogwarts 1880-1887)

The Bloodline was for some Wizard Families the most important thing in the world. At the second Place, it was the Rank of Power. Why should a Woman from a wealthy Family, marry an Caretaker? With no Rank, not enough Money and without any Power in this world? Luckly, Violets Family wasnt like this. Her Father, A Muggle, died when she was very young. She only remembers fragmets of him. But all of them were really lovely. Her Mother Remarried almost five years later an very rich Wizard. He was kind and didnt disrespected Violet in any ways, for being an Halfblood. Her Step-Father came from a powerful Pureblood Family, but his Rank wasnt something he was very proud off. He didnt had his nose in the air, looking down at others for their blood. The Heart was important for him. And in the same way he wanted to let his daughter marry an lovely man, who would treat her right. As Violet Stone came to Hogwarts, from where she heard many stories from her mother, her excitment couldnt be stopped. For her next five years, she spend time with her friends, she learned a lot in this wonderful school and saw a new world, she never thought would really exist. As she turned 16, the world around her started to change. Many girls in her year began to talk about marriage right after school. Some were already engagend to men they never met, or only met a few times. Some of them were in the same age as the girls, and some where much older. But it was normal. Normal for them. Not thinking about having an carrier. It was important to keep the bloodline flowing. Not one of the boys were really attractive for her. Some were nice, but not really interesting. She was a late bloomer, some girls snickering behind her back, but that didnt bother her much. Her Parents didnt pressed her into an marriage she didnt wanted. One day, one of her friends started to sigh in frustration. "Whats going on Rita? Are you alright?", she asked her friend. "No. I am not. I have to help Mr. Moon with the Thestrals, but I dont want to! I cant even see these things!", she hissed. "I can see them. I can do it for you", Violet simply replied. Rita blinked and looked over to her. Her voice filled with worry. "You.... can see them?" "Yes. I saw my dad die right infront of me. An Heartattack. I cant really remember it, but my mum told me, I sat next to him, until she came home. Thats why I can see them", she shrug her shoulder. She loved her dad, but she couldnt remember his death. And she was happy with it. She didnt want to rememeber this gruesome memory of hers. She wanted her dad happy and alive in her memories, what it does. She smiled and went out, over the north part of Hogwarts, to the barns, where the Thestrals lived. From far, she already spotted Mr Moon, leaning against the wall. He was waiting for Rita, thats for sure. She felt the warmth in her cheeks rising. While others had crushes on Professors and or their Fiancé, the caretaker of Hogwarts made her heart move and beat louder for any perticular reasons. He was very good looking in her eyes. He was originally from Korea, in his early 30s and kind to her. She helped in a lot with tasks, or even swapped places with other student, who should help him in detention. Every reason she could be with him, she took the chances. "Hello Mr. Moon!", she waved and smiled happily. First the Caretaker blinked, than he sigh frustrated, before giving her a kind smile. "Again Ms. Stone? You know, you shouldnt just take the imposition of others. You are way too kindhearted for these rebels.", he shook his head, before going into the barns with her. "But Rita cant see the Thestrals. And I can. So please dont tell Professor Sharp, please?", she asked with a sweet smile. Mr. Moon roll his eyes, before laughing out loud. "Alright. Alright. Just because I like you. You're always a helping hand, so I wont snitch. But please take care of yourself too, okay?", he tilt his head. She nod and both started the work.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanficion #gladwin moon #hp fandom #character with no fandom #hogwarts oc #fanfiction for a character who really needs some fans #i know he is weird #but kind of cute

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3rensgf · 3 years

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stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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love story. [ scaramouche ]

prompt: "god who is playing that godawful music outside my house and throwing rocks at my window. oh. it’s you, with a love confession. cringe but also i accept." w/ scaramouche pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader warnings: modern!au, death threat except it's the equivalent of scaramouche threatening to punt someone across a football field words: ~1.3k words

a/n: lofksdlaslkal i cant wait for canon scaramouche to get revealed and refute all the fanfics where i make him angry AKAKSKJSDJ. first prompt done for the new follower event, number chosen by random.org

it's three am and there's someone blaring taylor swift outside your window. you just want to sleep, yet taylor won't stop singing about how she wants romeo to save her and how she feels so alone. you can relate only partially -- you want romeo to save you from this hell of having to listen to this song interrupt your sleep, but you certainly do not feel alone with the song piercing through the silence of the street you live on, likely waking your neighbors up as well.

deciding you've had enough after about a minute of it, you trudge over to your window and get ready to peek through the blinds to see what idiot was interrupting your well-deserved rest. being a fatui agent was backbreaking labor and the only reprieve you had from it were the few hours you were allowed to sleep in your own residence each night. whoever decided that being a swiftie applied to their little three am rendezvous was about to meet the wrath of your vision and weapon.

however, before you can inspect whatever the hell was occurring outside, a soft plink of something hitting your window causes you to take a step back, startled. you immediately materialize your weapon and step to the side of the window pane, ready to beat up any possible intruder, but nobody enters. another plink resonates through the air, followed by another, which is then followed by another. it creates a steady pattern that is horribly off-sync with the music outside.

what the hell? you taking a deep breath, you use two fingers to pry open the blinds just barely enough to see what's happening outside. was it the safest decision? probably not. outside stands a rather short man holding up a paper sign and, behind him, a car stalls with its headlights on. the car is certainly the origin of miss swift's melodies, yet you have no idea who the short window is.

"(y/n)!" the man yells upon spotting you looking through the blinds. "open the window!"

wait. wait a damn minute. without his traditional uniform, you hardly recognized him (nor did you realize how awful his haircut actually is, but that was an argument for another time). scaramouche. while he often was a headache at work, you never thought that your fellow harbinger would also be a nuisance outside of work as well. was it an emergency? was this some type of secret code for help that you hadn't been informed about?

yet, as you yank on the cord of the blinds, sending them flying up, you realize this is far different from a cry for help. rather, it's a cry for your love, as dictated by the writing on the sign he holds as it glints in the moonlight. immediately, you unlatch the window and push it open, glaring at your coworker in your full half-asleep, pajama-clad glory.

the music dies down rapidly and you feel a sense of bewilderment wash over you. he brought someone with him? you question, but your thoughts are disrupted as scaramouche begins yelling.

"(y/n)! i wish to court you!" the harbinger yells and you quickly come to a few conclusions. one: this man has never asked anyone out in his life. two: he asked someone for advice on how to ask you out. three: that person who gave him said advice led him horribly, horribly astray. you quickly run through a mental checklist of who it could possibly be. la signora wouldn't care enough to give him any other advice than "just ask them out", dottore would probably suggest for scaramouche to kill someone to prove his love and childe... yeah. it was definitely childe.

"um," you yell back, not entirely sure what to say. "hold on!"

you back away from the window and hastily shove your feet into the closest pair of shoes. you yank a robe from your closet and wrap it around your figure, securing it by tying it around you as you exit your house and make your way over to scaramouche, who stands on your front lawn still. as you approach, the harbinger sets the sign down next to him and picks something else off the ground, thrusting it in your direction.

in a t-shirt and jeans, scaramouche looks completely... different as he was missing the attire that made him normal in your eyes. you blink at him before glancing down to the object he's presenting you and your heart melts at the gesture. in his hand rests a bouquet of roses.

"well? are you going to take them or not?" scaramouche questions, waving them at you slightly. you let out a light laugh at his indignant behavior and take the bouquet from him, making sure to brush your hand against his as you do so. in the light provided by both the moon and the streetlight, you notice a blush creep across his features as he feels the touch of your hand against his.

"yes," you respond, causing his indigo eyes to look at you with confusion. "to your proposition from earlier. i will let you court me."

"of course. i expected nothing less," scaramouche responds, but you notice his relief in the way he stands up a little straighter and his expression relaxes. "i have brought a poem of my affections as i was instructed to do s-"

"scaramouche," you begin, tone soft. his arrogance lessens as he visibly perks up upon hearing you say his name. "if i may ask, who told you to do all of this?"

"i... sought advice from tartaglia," he confesses and you let out a long sigh.

"i... appreciate the gesture," you reassure him. "but... next time, just ask a person out casually. this kind of stuff is only ever really done in movies."

scaramouche looks at you blankly. "so he lied to me?" his voice is deadpan and, you decide, that scaramouche has finally transcended the typical realm of his anger and entered into sheer fury.

"yes, but uh. the flowers were nice!" you hold up the bouquet to prove your point. "very nice. i liked them."

scaramouche seemingly forgets about his hatred of the eleventh harbinger for a brief moment as you hold the flowers up to your nose, sniffing the roses slightly. a gentle smile crosses his face and he takes a step closer to you, carefully placing one of his hands on the forearm that holds up the bouquet. as scaramouche begins to gently push it down, leaning in close to close the distance between the two of you, a honk from the stalled car has the both of you jumping away from each other, startled.

"did they say yes?!" you hear the familiar voice of tartaglia yell from the car. you and scaramouche exchange glances before looking over at the car.

"start driving, tartaglia," scaramouche orders as electricity begins to crackle in his palms. "because i am going to kill you."

a brief moment of silence occurs before taylor swift returns at full volume. before scaramouche can sprint over and give childe a piece of his mind, the car switches into drive and speeds off, not wanting to incur the wrath of scaramouche upon it. for once, childe has a brain, yet you can only thank him for everything upon seeing the adoration in scaramouche's eyes as he finally turns back to you.

you move your hands out of the way as scaramouche steps closer to you, placing a hand on your cheek to stabilize the connection between of you.

"now that he's gone, where were we?" scaramouche asks, but before you can answer, scaramouche closes the distance between the two of you, placing his lips on yours.

#thriving with the headcanon that scaramouche knows absolutely nothing abt romance #scaramouche: childe how do u ask someone out #childe upon realizing what opportunity scaramouche has just given him: well u see-#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #axia's writing #axia's 3.5k follower event

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 years

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An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #silent hill #silent hill x reader #silent hill imagine #pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head imagine #red pyramid #red pyramid x reader #red pyramid imagine

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He can't hurt you anymore

Bucky x reader

Description - Reader is the barista that Bucky has befriended at his local coffee shop but he thinks you may be hiding something. Your boyfriend might not be as kind as he tries to come off as. One day Bucky investigates and intervenes. Takes place around TFATWS but the shield isn't a factor. After the events of Endgame. Its pretty platonic Buck x Reader but it's sort of implied that future romance is probably a thing.

Warnings - TW DOMESTIC ABUSE!!! This is a big part of the story, if this is triggering for you, DO NOT READ THIS!! If you are in a situation where you need help getting out of an abusing household please get help. also endgame spoilers! Theres some cussing as well and female pronouns are used.

Word count - 4700 ish?

A/N - I am writing this from how an abusive relationship was for ME, how I acted, and the ways that I felt. This is in no way a generalization of how these situations are for most people nor is it a romanticization of abuse. Please reach out to someone or even me if you need help or you want to talk about anything. Do not read this story if you will be harmed by reading this, PLEASE.

MASTERLIST

Bucky's favorite part of his day was when he went to get coffee from the small shop down the street from his apartment. He didn't have many places he liked to go outside of the small room that he often felt trapped him but he knew that it was good for him to get out and interact with people. His therapist had told him as much.

He really didn't even like the coffee that much, he found that it made him jittery, but he went just to say hi to you. He always got the same order and usually got there around the same time so sometimes you would even have his coffee ready just as he was walking in. When you did things like that it made his heart flutter. He liked you in a romantic way but you only ever lightly flirted. Not wanting to scare you away, he never pressed and he kept his conversation moderately friendly. He had noticed that sometimes you seemed off. More so than he would say might be caused by a bad day.

On these days your eyes would be flying around the room and your hands shaky. You normally had bags under your eyes and you might even have bruises around your body. He also noticed that on those days you would cover up more but he could catch a glimpse of a purple bruise on your arm under your sleeve when you moved.

As he walked into the shop, he saw that today would be one of those days. He had been going to the coffee shop that you were at for probably 6 months and he had never seen you this shaken up. You seemed to be fully zoned out as you automatically did the cleaning in front of you. He had to clear his throat a bit to get you to notice him and when he did he regretted it. You flinched and your shoulders tensed before looking over to him. You relaxed a bit and a wide smile appeared on your face. He could vaguely tell it seemed to be fake but it was one of the best fake smiles he had ever seen. He almost commented on it before he noticed the bruises on your neck and arm.

"You okay?" He questioned, eyebrow quirked and his tone lightly teasing. He guessed they might be from whoever you were sleeping with having been a bit rough, something that he wouldn't have judged you for anyway. When you tensed up a bit and drew your hand to your neck he saw the look of slight fear cross your eyes.

"Oh I'm fine!" You recovered, "Didn't have time to cover them up this morning." You smiled and put your arm back down. It looked like you were going with his guess that they were from your boyfriend but in a non threatening way. His smile lessened a bit and he got out his wallet.

"Well, you know the drill. Medium americano with cream and sugar please." He sighed and he put some money in your tip jar while winking at you. You blushed and nodded before turning around to get started on his order.

While you were turned around he heard the bell on the door ring signaling that someone had entered. He turned to see who it was only to be met with an unfamiliar face. This was a bit of a rare occurrence considering he came here so often and he knew almost all of the other people who walked in. This man was large and domineering. He didn't look abnormal in any way, just that his eyes didn't hold the kindness that Bucky searched for when meeting someone new. The man pushed past Bucky to stand at the counter and knocked on it loudly, trying to get your attention. When you turned, you looked like you saw a ghost.

James studied you carefully as the color slowly came back to your face and the large smile that didn't quite seem right was plastered on your face again.

"Hey, babe! Can I get you something?" you asked him kindly and James realized that this must be your boyfriend. He noticed the slight waver that was in your voice as you spoke to to man and the way that your hands began to shake a bit.

"No thanks, I just wanted to check on you to see how you were doing and to apologize again. I was just heading in to work." Your boyfriend smiled and you flinched for a moment before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself.

"No worries, I already told you I forgave you." You grinned, this one looking more like it reached your eyes. "Have a good day at work!" You chirped at him. His hand came to your cheek and James saw you flinch before the man leaned in to kiss you. As soon as he pulled away and left, you turned back to the drink you were making for Buck and your hands were unsteady.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He tentatively asked. He didn't want to push but he had a bad feeling stuck in his stomach.

You turned to him, ready drink in hand, "I'm doing great, thank you for asking, James" You smiled and Bucky nearly swooned when you used his name. He adjusted his glove a bit and fidgeted with the sleeve on his metal arm, a habit he had when he was anxious.

"Do you mind if I drink it up here? I'd love to chat a bit." He did this pretty often. There was a seat next to the counter for employees that he would occupy on days where the shop wasn't too busy. You gazed at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"How are you now that you're all settled into the new place?" You asked gently and he smiled. He appreciated that you remembered details about him. It made him feel less crazy for having known so much about you.

"It's good! The bed still doesn't feel right and there are still boxes lying around but I cant seem to get myself to unpack all the way. If I didn't have this part of my day then I think I'd be bored out of my mind" He said. You blushed a bit and smiled. You always liked hearing about how he was doing, you worried about him. He had told you at some point that he was a veteran and that he had some issues adapting to his new life. You didn't bring it up often so as to not scare him off but you liked to check in when you could.

"You might want to start looking for something else to occupy your time then, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here." You mumbled. You were still smiling a bit but your gaze had saddened.

"What do you mean? Are you leaving the city? Heading back home?" he questioned quickly. You had told him that you weren't originally from New York. You chuckled a bit at his panic.

"No, but might be moving in with my boyfriend, that guy who came in earlier." You explained but he still had a confused look on his face.

"Why does that mean you wont be working here?"

"Oh I don't know, he is trying to get me to quit while I'm figuring out life and stuff. Thinks I might be more helpful around the house and he has enough to support us both." you tried to explain but you knew the logic in your statement was flawed. The reality was that your boyfriend wanted you to be financially dependent on him but you were ignoring that as the bruises around your throat reminded you what happened to girlfriends who talked back. You looked into Bucky's eyes to find him staring sadly.

"You should be able to keep working if you want to." He sounded urgent and you laughed it off.

"You're just mad cause you won have an excuse to see your favorite barista anymore." As you turned back to the cleaning around the shop to do. It was a quiet morning so the silence was slightly deafening. You both didn't speak for a couple minutes before James broke the silence.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked very lightly. Like he didn't want to scare you off. "I'm guessing your boyfriend left those marks and earlier when he came in-"

"It was an accident" You stated quickly. Urgently. Pleadingly. You still weren't looking at him but you had stopped cleaning. "He didn't mean to, he felt bad about it." You continued before turning to James. There were tears in your eyes and you tried to smile reassuringly.

"Those kinds of accidents shouldn't happen, Y/N" He muttered, trying not to make you feel attacked at all but also wanting to let you know that he knew something was wrong.

"It was my fault." You began.

"There is no way-"

"No it was. I messed something up and-and it was on me. James, you don't need to worry about me." Your voice was shaking a bit. "Please, don't worry about me." you were pleading. Your eyes were begging.

You both stood in silence for a moment before you began moving around. You didn't really have a task to be doing but you couldn't be still. You just couldn't be still.

"I am worried" he whispered and you felt the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. You knew you situation wasn't good but you didn't feel like there was anything you could do. And you were partially still convinced that your boyfriend didn't mean it, even though past experiences had already proved you wrong. You knew that after the 5th time, it wasn't accidental. But fear and guilt held you back. You were not an aggressive person. When he yelled at you he made you feel weak. You crumbled. You would never be able to escape.

You went through the rest of your shift in moderate silence. You worked when customers came in and when they left you would try to make yourself seem busy around the shop. James sat patiently, you knew he was gong to want to walk you back to your boyfriend's apartment. Your stomach clenched as you prayed that your boyfriend wouldn't be home.

After your shift you agreed to let James walk you home, you only lived a few blocks away. You didn't talk much and you felt guilty for creating that atmosphere. When you reached your building you stopped and turned to him.

"Thank you for walking me home." You smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked and Bucky nodded.

When you turned to head into you building, he didn't leave. He waited. He knew something was wrong but he didn't want to create a mess for you if he didn't need to. He stood against the building before walking in behind someone who was entering. He made his way to the address he had caught on your key earlier and stopped about 3 floors down from yours. He wouldn't intervene unless you needed him and he could listen in from further away. One of the few times he was thankful for the super serum.

"Where have you been?" a growl sounded.

"I was just-"

"Your shift ended 30 minutes ago. Were you talking to that leather wearing asshole? Huh?" There was a yell. "Were you cheating on me, you bitch?!"

"No, babe, Bucky just walked me home, he was just being nice. The person taking over my shift was just a little-"

"He walked you home?" He screamed, "You're just whoring yourself out to anyone now, huh?"

At this point Bucky had heard enough but he noticed that the stairs were closed and the elevator was taking forever. He was hitting himself for not going up to your floor to be more prepared. His heart was pounding and he could feel his eyes watering.

"Babe, I'm sorry, he didn't mean anything by it, I promise-"

He heard a yelp and something making impact and he decided he was done waiting. He didn't know why the stairs were closed but it didn't matter. He broke the door to the stairwell open and he sprinted up them as fast as possible. It was easier to hear your whimpers as he got closer and he could still hear hitting.

When he made it to the door he didn't hesitate to break it in. When he entered the apartment he felt eyes on him. In the corner of your living room you were hunched in a corner, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face and a fresh broken lip, your boyfriend leering over you with his fist clenched.

"Get the fuck away from her." Bucky felt himself growl. He didn't want to hurt this guy in front of you, knowing that would traumatize you more, but it was taking everything in him not to snap his neck right then.

"What the fuck are you gonna do?" Your boyfriend sneered, "You have no right to come in here and tell be how I'm supposed to deal with my girlfriend. Get the fuck out!" Your boyfriend had moved away from you and you took a bit of a breath. Bucky noticed the shaking of your body as you breathed and he saw red.

Before he really considered what he was doing Bucky was already moving toward the man in the middle of the room, his metal hand clenched. He moved to grab your boyfriend's arm and when he tried to block, going into the fight cocky, Bucky decided he would put him in his place. With what seemed to be minimal effort, Bucky turned the mans arm around and jammed his knee into his back. Once your boyfriend was on the floor, in less than 10 seconds, Bucky had his knee on his chest and his metal arm on his neck.

"You will never lay another finger on her again, you understand me? You're gonna go to fucking prison and you'll never be able to get near her again." Bucky growled at the man who was struggling futilely beneath him. He pressed on his neck harder and waited for his body to give out, holding long enough that he would be knocked out for at least a few minutes so he could get you out of there.

Bucky looked up at you and you were still shaking in the corner, seemingly still terrified. You looked so different from the girl he had come to know. Bucky realized that he might have just made you more scared of him but he knew it was worth it to get you out of the situation. You gulped and took a deep shaky breath before moving to stand up. Bucky moved to stand also to go over and help you but you immediately say back down.

"Hey, doll. I'm not gonna hurt you-" Bucky started but you cut him off.

"I know, I know I just..." You took another shallow breath and looked at the man Bucky was no longer holding down. He could get free and move toward you now if he were to wake up. Bucky understood your gaze sighed a bit, looking around the apartment he now realized probably belonged to your boyfriend. He then noticed the belt on your boyfriend and moved to take it off so he could tie him up with it. He heard you whimper and he made a guess as to why, his heart clenching once again. He quickly bound the large man's hands and attached him to a support beam in the middle of the room. He checked the bindings using larger movements than he needed to so that you would see they were tight from your spot across the room. Bucky then stood and slowly made his way near you. Instead of trying to get very close, he opted to sit against the wall about halfway between you and the man tied up in the room, trying to make sure that you didn't feel threatened by him and that you knew your boyfriend was no longer a threat.

"I'm gonna call a friend okay? You're okay now." Buck said gently to you and you nodded. Your eyes were watery as tears began to fall and you scooted a little closer to Bucky, still not sitting close enough to touch. Bucky made no move to push you. He instead just dialed the only person he could think of.

"Hey, Sam... You in town?.. I know but I need some help. I need the police here and if you could drive too that would be great. I got someone here I don't want going in a cop car... I know that's a lot to ask but I wouldn't be asking if it weren't serious... Please?.. That would be great if she's there." It seemed that the 'please' made the person on the other line agree. Bucky hung up and looked toward you. "Someone's on the way, okay? Do you need anything right now or need any medical help thats urgent?"He tried to be gentle but he couldn't hide the fear in his voice. If there was severe damage somewhere he needed to know now.

"N-no, it wasn't that bad. It's just my face and my ribs I guess but I've healed from worse." You mumbled, trying to be reassuring but then realizing that you may have made him feel worse. "I'm sorry" You mumbled as the tears began again.

"Whoa, what on earth are you sorry for?" Bucky asked as he felt his own eyes begin to water.

"Its just that-" you took a breath for a moment and tried to calm your shaking, "this isn't your job and I'm sorry that you have to deal with it and that I couldn't do it on my own." You cried a bit, Bucky barely being able to make out your words with how quietly you were speaking. He wasn't entirely sure how to help. He experimentally slid a hand along the floor toward you going very slowly so you could move or tell him to stop if you wanted. Instead you moved your hand and reached out so your fingers were touching on the floor. You still didn't move closer to him but the nonthreatening contact made you feel a bit better. He spoke up quietly.

"Y/N, I know this has been a really hard day for you and probably been rough for however long you've been with that asshole but you need to understand that this is not your fault. You did not make him do this to you and you did not deserve it. You will never be in a room alone with him again, okay?" He made decisive eye contact with you and you nodded a bit. "I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you now, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again." He sounded reassuring and you scooted just close enough that his hand was holding yours. He smiled lightly at you and you jumped as you heard a knock at the doorframe of the entrance where the door had been practically broken off its hinges.

You tensed up immediately and Bucky stood a bit protectively in front of you, letting go of your hand in the process. You saw a tall kind looking man at the doorway, his frame slightly hunched to make sure that he didn't startle you too much. You looked at him a bit fearfully and took a deep breath before glancing at Bucky and then smiling lightly at the man in the doorway. He watched you carefully as he stepped into the apartment.

"Hey there, my name is Sam, I'm just gonna get him out of here. There's a police car with his name on it downstairs. I brought someone with me who's going to help get you out of here to somewhere safe, okay?" He smiled at you as he moved toward the man tied up in the center of the room. As the bindings came off you skittered back toward the corner a bit and only eased once he was dragged out of the room. From the doorway came a redhead with bags under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't gotten good sleep in a while and you felt like you recognized her from somewhere.

"I'm Pepper, is it okay if I come in?" She looked nice and she had a motherly presence. You nodded and smiled a bit. Her gaze softened further and she walked slowly toward you and as she walked past Bucky she touched his arm lightly, conveying something that you didn't quite understand. "Can I help you up?" she asked as she stood in front of you, her hand reached out. You nodded and put your hand in hers, allowing her to pull you up. You felt the damage that had been done more clearly when you stood up, there was definitely something wrong with your ribs and your stomach. She carefully and slowly put an arm around your shoulders as she herded you out of the apartment. you looked back to where Bucky was standing and he smiled at you reassuringly but his eyes seemed sad. You let yourself be led to a car outside with a man that Pepper called "Happy" driving. She sat in the back with you and made casual one sided conversation to put you at ease.

Back at your apartment Bucky began to try to pack you a bag. He knew that Pepper would take good care of you and wouldn't let anything happen. He would meet you at the Avengers tower later, assuming you would be staying there until you felt comfortable living by yourself at your own apartment again. He moved through your ex's apartment with a critical gaze, noting holes in the wall and a gun in the corner. He presumed it was to protect against home intruders but he didn't doubt that it had been used to threaten you too. He found the bedroom and got to work getting some things that he thought you might want like a hoodie that looked like yours and some personal belongings that were clearly your possessions. He was trying very hard not to accidentally grab something that was your ex's and once he had a full bag he headed out. He saw Sam leaned against the wall outside your building and Bucky immediately got worried.

"Wheres-"

"He's already booked at the precinct, I've got my guys on it and he isn't going anywhere." Sam reassured, having known what Bucky was going to ask. They began walking to the tower, not wanting to get in a car and knowing that the walk wasn't going to be too long.

"Sorry I had to call you, I know you were probably busy. I just didn't know who else to ask." Bucky stated quietly.

"You did the right thing, Buck. You probably saved that girl's life back there." Sam smiled a bit at the man next to him and Bucky felt a smile tug at his mouth too.

They both made light conversation as they made their way back to the tower. When they did, Bucky took a deep breath. He hadn't been back here since right after Steve left. He hadn't seen Pepper in a long time either. He needed to talk to her when he got inside to thank her and to see if she was okay. He knew she probably didn't want to see him very much but she had still helped you when he asked.

Back at the tower you were finally cleared from the medical wing. You were still shaky but you were masking it pretty well and you were about back to where you functioned daily where you could fake smiles if you needed to. Pepper stayed by you the whole time and you met a little girl named Morgan who was very excited to tell you stories that put you at ease. Eventually Pepper led you to a room that she said you could use to sleep and shower in for now and that you could call the AI if you needed anything at all. You asked it to tell you when Bucky got back and it said it would. You also now knew that you recognized her as Iron Man's wife but you didn't mention it, knowing she had lost her husband semi-recently. You also recognized that Sam, who you had met earlier, was the Falcon. Then came the question of who was Bucky. You knew there was a James Barnes associated with the Avengers but you'd never seen him and you knew he had a metal arm, something that you weren't sure was part of Bucky. You showered and cried again in the shower but this time out of relief. You realized that you didn't have to go home to that awful man and that you were finally safe.

The AI, you thought you'd heard Pepper call it FRIDAY, let you know that Bucky was in the building along with Sam. You dressed in the clothes that pepper had given to you, a pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt, and left your room. You carefully padded down the hallway, prepared to ask FRIDAY where you were if you got lost. Instead you saw Bucky down a hallway carrying a bag that you recognized as your own. Now that you were a bit calmed down you knew what you had to do. You got closer to each other, Bucky smiling slightly, and he stopped so that he wouldn't get close to you if you didn't want him to. Instead you continued walking toward him until you got close enough that you could wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He stood in shock before dropping the bag and wrapping one of his arms around you tightly. You reached out to the other one and felt the hardness of it. You guessed then that he must be the winter soldier that you'd heard about but you continued to wrap it around yourself so that he was hugging you all the way. You took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, James." You murmured and you heard his heart pick up its pace. He tightened his arms around you and sighed.

"You’re welcome, doll" he accepted the thanks with a bit of apprehension but this wasn't the time to argue about whether or not thanks were needed. "I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to you again." He stated quietly and he was reassuring himself more than you. Your arms tightened around him more and he decided that he would protect you with all he had if you would let him.

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nationalharryleague · 3 years

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Valentine’s Day

Summary: Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day.

Genre: Valentine’s Day Fluff with Middle School Band Teacher!Harry

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi my valentines!!! There’s about 30 minutes left of Valentine’s Day for me and I finished this piece right in time!! Thank you to the angel herself @tbslenthusiast for beta reading this for me and I cant wait to hear what you all think!! More of my writing can be found in my Masterlist and I would love to hear some feedback!

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Valentine’s Day was never fun for you. You dreaded this day every year.

Valentine's Day in a middle school was full of teddy bears and flowers purchased by someone’s mom and having to tell 12 year olds to stop kissing in the hallway. You also knew that you would be inevitably interrogated by your students about your love life before getting any of them to listen to your lesson about the industrial revolution.

And every year, your answer stayed the same.

“It is none of your business,” you would begin with a teasing sigh. “But if you all have to know, I am happily single.”

And every year, you were met with a chorus of disappointed whines.

Your students were always desperate to wiggle their way into your personal life, a side-effect of being one of the youngest teachers in the school. You were closer in age to them than to some of your coworkers and they took advantage of that fact constantly, creating an open and honest dialogue with their favorite history teacher.

“But do you have a crush, Miss Y/L/N?” Jenna, one of your favorite students, piped up this Valentine’s Day from the front row. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way she raised her eyebrow at you from her desk, inquisitive and adorably curious.

“How about this?” you started, raising your own eyebrow to match her’s. “I’ll tell you if I have a crush, if you can tell me why the printing press was so important to the industrial revolution.”

Your heart started to drop as you watched the massive smile stretch across her face, exposing a mouth full of braces with pink rubber bands. They weren't supposed to learn about the printing press for another week.

“It made information more affordable and easier to access which bridged the information gap between the rich and the poor,” she answered like she had the textbook right in front of her. She crossed her arms triumphantly and leaned back into her seat while the class oohed and ahhed around her, knowing she had kept up her end of their deal.

You felt your cheeks heat as your classroom descended into giggles as your flustered face. “Nice job, smarty pants,” you let out with a nervous giggle.

“Remember, honesty is the best policy,” another student shouted out, pointing towards the poster on the wall of your classroom next to the world map that read the same saying.

“Okay, okay, okay,” you conceded, raising your hands in surrender to the classroom full of seventh graders. “I do have a crush.”

Your students erupted at your admission. Whos, whats, wheres, whens, and whys were thrown out by the class, but only a gentle smirk rested on your features, refusing to relinquish any more information to the children demanding it.

“You aren’t getting anything else than that!” you raised your voice to settle the rowdy classroom with a laugh. You moved from the front of the class back to your desk, listening to the gentle click of your heels on the white tile and gathering the stack of worksheets for that day’s lesson. “Now, pass these around and stop asking questions,” you playfully scolded.

“That’s not what your poster says, Miss Y/L/N,” Jenna spoke up again, pointing out another poster on your wall.

Never stop asking questions! was written in bold rainbow colors on the wall and it was now staring back at you.

You let out a chuckle and shook your head at the floor, knowing they had caught you once again. “I’m going to take down all my posters and you’re going to have to learn in a boring classroom soon.”

“We are just looking out for your love life!”

“You deserve a boyfriend!”

“Or a girlfriend!”

“Just someone who loves you!”

You smiled wide at the class full of endearing faces in front of you. They had nothing but good intentions and were sweeter than Valentine’s Day candy. You loved these kids like they were your own.

“Guys, I appreciate your concern,” you confessed. “But I promise I have it under control.”

After that, they began to settle down, eventually letting you give your lesson on the industrial revolution and scientific advancements of the period.

But you knew you had told them a lie.

You did not have it under control, at all. You were hopelessly in love with the kind man with curly hair and green eyes down the hallway in the band room and had no idea what to do about it.

Harry was one of your first friends when you were hired last year, volunteering to show you around the school and fill you in on all the workplace gossip. He had flecks of cheeky mischief in his eyes as he told you about the gym and spanish teachers’ affair and how the coffee machine was broken by one of the math teachers after a bad administrative evaluation. You had listened adoringly, like he was explaining the meaning of life, and you hadn’t been able to shake your crush since.

You brought each other coffees on the daily and were always in and out of each other’s classrooms. He always made sure you were a chaperone on his field trips and you always made sure he was one on yours. He had even convinced you to let your classes come to band practice once a month so they could play music from the time period your classes were currently studying.

He was endearing and kind and charming and so so good with all the kids. He was also incredibly sexy, which made it even more difficult to control yourself around him. You had the fattest and most uncontrollable crush on him, but he was your friend and you didn’t want to ruin that.

The ring of the bell that signified the end of the class period brought you out of your Harry induced haze, waving goodbye to your students and shouting after them to do their homework and to stop kissing in the hallways. You stood against the door frame of your classroom and watched their little awkward bodies skurry towards their next class, but your attention was soon caught by the tall man who’s chocolate curls stuck out high above the sea of middle schoolers that surrounded him.

“Good morning, love. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smiled wide, dimples appearing like they were inviting you to poke them, as he reached your classroom and your heart fluttered at his affectionate pet name.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Harry,” you beamed back at him, hoping he and the passing students didn’t pick up on the adoration that was becoming very hard for you to hide.

“Oi, stop that,” he called over your shoulder, slight disgust showing on his face. You turned around and were met by two kids sucking face behind you. “Guys, just go to class,” he exasperatedly sighed when he was met by their shocked and embarrassed faces. Once they were gone, the two of you descended into a fit of giggles.

“They have no shame!” you laughed.

“Absolutely none!”

“Why are you over here? Not that you aren't welcome, but don’t you have a class to teach?” you teased gently as students began to gradually fill up your own classroom.

“I thought I would stop by and wish you a happy love day.” He smiled wide at you and spoke sweetly. If you weren’t reading into it too closely, you thought he might even be blushing a bit. “And it’s okay,” he waved off his class, clearing his throat and his voice returning to normal. “They’ll survive a few minutes alone. I trust them.”

“You shouldn’t,” you giggled again.

“Yeah,” he nodded with a chuckle. “I probably should get back, but I wanted to invite you to come to my classroom and get some cookies whenever you get a chance today.”

You felt your heart soar at his invitation, no matter how friendly the proposal. “I am free next period.”

“I know,” he winked, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. “I will see you then,” he grinned as he began to walk backwards down the hallway, maintaining eye contact for as long as he could, before spinning down the hall just as the bell rang to start the next period.

You tried your best to focus on your lesson about the renaissance with your sixth graders, but your mind kept floating back to the delightful man who had invited you for cookies.

Had he invited all of the teachers for cookies? Or did he ask just you? Was he just being nice? Or did he actually want to see you? Had he been flirting with you?

The lesson was interrupted when there was a knock on your classroom door. You opened it up to find one of your students, Matt, dressed in a giant heart costume holding baskets full of labelled chocolate bars.

“I’m here to give out Valentine’s Day candy grams, Miss Y/L/N!” Matt exclaimed, his face barely fitting into the far too large hole cut out for his face. Every year the student council set up a candy gram fundraiser and the kid in the suit never got any less cute. You let out a chuckle as you looked down at him, opening the door further and letting him into the room.

You watched with a smile as he called out students’ names and the genuine surprise and flattery that passed over their features. Cheeks turned red and shy smiles played on their lips as they made their way to the front of the room and retrieved their candy from the giant pink heart.

You were caught off guard when you heard your own name be called. Matt held out the meticulously wrapped pink candy bar out to you as the class let out an “ooh” and your cheeks heated with embarrassment. Your cheeks heated even further as you read the label.

To: Miss Y/L/N

From: Mr. Styles

Will you be my valentine?

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you had a very hard time holding back the large and toothy grin that wanted to appear in front of your students.

“Who is it from?” one of your students asked excitedly.

“I don’t ask who your Valentines are, do I?” you teased, but held the candy bar close to your chest over your heart. You could feel your heart racing underneath your hands.

The giant pink heart standing at the front of the classroom finished distributing his candy and your class led a chorus of goodbyes as he left the room, onto the next classroom to spread some more innocent young love. You impatiently watched the clock tick down the seconds until the bell rang and released both you and your students out into the school.

And just when it felt like it might never come, the bell rang through the school and your students were off into the chaos of a passing period. You followed closely behind after you gathered your things, the candy bar slid carefully into your bag. You flowed along with the flow of children that carried you down the hallway, heart racing as Harry’s classroom came into view, your feet quickly matching it’s tempo.

Your footsteps echoed on the tile in the acoustics of the large room, your voice bouncing off the walls as you said hello. He had been tuning a guitar when you came in, his attention flashing up from the instrument in his hands to you.

“I was promised cookies,” you teased him. “They better be good.”

“I promise they are. They’re my nan’s recipe.”

“Of course they’re your nan’s recipe,” you sighed with a chuckle.

“What’s so bad about using my nan’s recipe?” he asked incredulously, grinning as he settled the guitar back into its stand and moved towards you.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed adoringly. “I just think it’s very sweet.”

“You haven’t even tried them yet! You can’t say they’re too sweet.”

You couldn’t hold back the giant smile that was so wide it made your cheeks hurt, chuckling at his cheesy joke. He made you feel warm when he moved closer to you, like someone had just turned up the heat in the large room.

“I meant that you were sweet, silly,” you tried to joke, but it came out genuine and soft. You bit on your lip nervously, replaying the affectionate tone in your head over and over.

“Thank you, sweetie,” he smirked softly at the pet name and you felt like you were soaring.

He was close to you now, having crossed the room and standing only a few feet away from your body. You wanted to close the space between you two, to kiss him with all your might, to tell him you would love to be his valentine. But just as you built up the courage, he stepped away towards his desk, retrieving a cookie for both of you.

The cookies were shaped into small perfect hearts with a coarse pink sugar pressed into the soft biscuit. The cookie melted in your mouth and the sugar granules crunched between your teeth. You had to hold yourself back from releasing a moan at the taste. They were dainty and delicate and you could only imagine how much time he had put into them.

But you weren’t shocked. Harry was like that. He was gentle, taking care and measured precision with everything he did. He spoke to the kids with tender care, making them feel talented and successful, and was always there to lend a helping hand whenever one of them needed it. And he spoke to you the same way.

“Harry-” you began softly, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“-Yes, I would love to.”

“What?”

“I would love to be your valentine.”

Your heart jumped in your chest, flattered heat rushing to the surface of your cheeks, but you also looked at him with a slight confusion. He had asked you to be his valentine, hadn’t he?

As you looked at him in slight shock, you noticed the small and meticulously wrapped pink candy bar that sat on his desk. Oh my god, they didn’t, you thought.

You could only imagine the confusion that fell onto Harry’s features as you moved away from him and towards his desk, picking up the candy bar and reading the writing on the wrapper.

To: Mr. Styles

From: Miss Y/L/N

Will you be my valentine?

Oh my god, they did.

“Harry,” you chuckled, looking back towards him and holding the chocolate bar up. “When did you get this?”

“I got it this morning when the kids delivered it,” he said dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t send this.” You walked over to your bag that you had left near the door and retrieved your own matching candy bar. “And I’m assuming you didn’t send this either?”

You handed the pink package to him and he read the label closely, eyebrows furrowing even further, then relaxing as you watched the puzzle fall together in his head as it had in yours.

“The kids sent these to us from each other, didn’t they?”

“I believe they did, Mr. Styles,” you nodded.

His cheeks turned a bright red, embarrassment flooding his features. “I’m sorry about before then,” he stammered out. You watched the panic on his face as he searched for something to say that would cover his tracks, but you cut it off when you connected your lips to his.

His lips were soft and velvety and he tasted exactly like the sweet sugar cookie he had gifted you. Your lips moved gently over each other and you slid your hands up to play with the curls that rested at the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his hands found their spot on your hips. You couldn’t help the smiles that fought their way into the kiss and you broke apart moments later, both flushed and flustered, small giggles leaving both of you.

“I would love to be your valentine if you would have me,” you said breathlessly as you looked up to him.

“It’s all I could ask for.”

“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever,” you said softly against his lips, already pulling him back in for more.

“We’re just like the kids in the hallway.”

“They’re not too bad. I understand it now.”

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teddy06writes · 3 years

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could we have more sapnap x karl x quackity x reader maybe about how reader joins, or how the relationship is revealed, or angst, also is there a reason that anon asks are turned off? i mean it might just be me also cause i cant switch to anon, ik that hairbrush anon loves this blog and wants to request but they cant cause anon is turned off, (i know hairbrush anon irl so thats how ik this for some background context) sorry if this is rude

anon: “ Your karlnapity fanfics are sooooo good. I was wondering if you could make another one, it could be about literally anything and I’ll read it. Keep up the great work! “

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader

trigger warnings: swearing, mentions of panic attacks

premise: how you joined the Karlnapity poly cue

{also the anon thing was fixed once I got this ask}

“belp” talking

‘blep’ texting

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You didn’t meet them intentionally, far from, actually, you had only met Alex, the first of the boys you’d met, by pure chance.

Well, pure chance, and an asshole who didn’t look where he was going outside A hall.

You had just emerged from your first class of the year, a debate class, with maybe 50 students total, and were immediately slammed into by some jerk who didn’t even stop at first.

You had fallen into someone, who after making sure you were stood up right began to cuss the guy out in Spanish.

“You got something to say to me, dick?” The guy had asked as he turned around.

“Yeah bitch! Why the hell did you push them?”

If you thought this dudes 5′ 9′’ ass wasn’t gonna square up to a huge football player you’d’ve been wrong.

“They were the one who didn’t fucking move, so don’t fucking start with me!”

“Bro you literally slammed into them! You could’ve fucking moved man!” He shoved the guys shoulder, “You didn’t have to take the asshole route, yet we’re still here.”

“Listen Dick, I don’t give a shit, they were in the fucking way.”

“Man your really looking for a fucking fight are you?” He shrugged off his back pack and let it drop to the ground.

The guys laughed, pushing up his sleeves, “I could take your scrawny ass any day, chicca.”

Before he had a chance to blink a fist had been launched toward his face, catching him right in the jaw.

He stumbled back, looking almost as surprised as the guy you’d tripped into, who was looking down at his own fist, clearly in pain.

“Oh you little bitch!” The jock growled, moving to punch him back.

Quickly you scooped up his bag, shoving it into his arms, “We gotta go!!” You shoved the guy, grabbing your saviors hand and tugging him along as you started to run.

As you dodged around campus, trying to lose the yell of the jock behind you the guy who you’d dragged with, offered, “I’m Alex.”

“(y/n),” You slowed to a stop, “I think we lost him.”

Alex nodded, wincing as he examined his knuckles.

You took his hand, checking over it carefully, “It’ll bruise hard, you might not have full dexterity for a while. That’s what you get for punching someone without preparing,” You chuckled, glancing around, “My dorm’s not more than five minutes away, if you don’t have another class to get too, we can go get you some ice.”

“That’d be good.” He winced.

After taking him back to your dorm and getting his hand iced, he disappeared, saying he was late to meet someone, and you rarely saw him again except for your debate class, where you hardly spoke.

~~ You’d met Nick not too long after, though this time, pure chance was more purely your friend George catching you sneaking out of a party you didn’t want to be at.

“Seriously (y/n)? It’s barley even been an hour!” The brit yelled.

“It’s way too loud in there,” You hissed, motioning to the frat house, “I can’t hardly think, let alone stand it.”

“George! Get back in here! Clay challenged someone to a drinking contest and it about to start!” Someone yelled from the house.

“Yeah, in a second Sapnap!” He called before turning back to you, “Stay a little while longer?”

“I don’t want to be here.” You growled, but he was already dragging you back towards the house, saying:

“Come on, it’ll be entertaining if he wins and if not, well, it’ll still be pretty funny.”

Sighing, you allowed yourself to be pulled back inside, following George through to where Clay stood across a counter from a curly dark haired man, and Niki, a woman you’d met a few weeks prior, quietly pouring shots.

“Now the only reason I’m letting you do this Wil, is cause I know you won’t be able to do more than three.” She muttered, sliding the shots between them.

George laughed, “This is gonna be great!”

You sighed, moving to stand back against one of the walls, next to a dirty blonde man, who said, “You don’t look to happy to be here.”

“Not a fan of the noise.” You muttered, rubbing at your forehead.

He nodded, “Makes sense, one of my boyfriends doesn’t like the noise either. I’m Nick.”

“Didn’t George just call you Sapnap? What is with people around here and having weird nicknames?” You shook your head with another sigh, “I’m (y/n).”

“I dunno. Half the people I know at this school have weird nicknames,” He began to point at various people around the room, “Dream, Fundy, Skeppy, Hbomb, Quackity’s around here somewhere. Hell I even know someone who calls himself ‘Technoblade’.”

“Sounds like a prick.” You chuckled.

Nick nodded, “Oh he is.”

You continued to talk for a while, watching as Wilbur tried to out drink Clay, and failing miserably not to laugh when he nearly fell down, totally wasted.

“Hey, uh I think we should head out. I feel bad leaving Kar...” Alex trailed off as he realized you were standing with Nick, “Hey, your uh, (y/n) right?”

“Yeah, Alex, you almost busted your knuckles trying to fight McAllen outside debate with Fenner.” You chuckled.

Nick turned to Alex, “You what?!”

“uhh...” he stuttered nervously.

“You told Karl you fell!”

“In my defense he pushed- no not even- he slammed into (y/n)!” Alex said desperately.

“He did, Alex was just defending me,” Alex grinned at your addition, “But...” his face fell, “This one also is essentially just an angry chihuahua.”

“Dude!”

Nick chuckled, “Their right. You are an angry chihuahua.”

Alex rolled his eyes, glancing at his phone, “We should go, Karl’s texting me angry emojis.”

Nick nodded, “It was nice to meet you (y/n).”

“You too.” You smiled, and then they were gone again.

You didn’t meet Karl for almost a month after that, only encountering the man in the colorful sweater when you had been left sitting alone in the dining hall, after a late night study session.

Niki had left a few minutes earlier, but it was long enough that he’d assumed you’d been sitting alone.

“Oh hey, sorry I’m late!” He had called, just a hair too loud.

You blinked up at the mousy haired boy, confused for a moment, before motioning for him to sit down, “It’s okay.”

The few people still left in the hall barley paid attention, so you stifled a laugh, “I wasn’t waiting for someone, my friend just left actually.”

His face got red, “Oh, I- sorry- I’ll just leave then.”

He started to stand up but you held out a hand, “No- uh- you, can stay. I don’t mind.”

He grinned, “I’m Karl! Karl Jacobs!”

“I’m (y/n). Thank you for trying to save me from mild embarrassment.”

“It was nothin, just don’t think people should have to be alone.”

You giggled, “Knight in shining armor.”

That made Karl grin even more, giggling a bit as he asked, “Whatcha working on?”

“Oh, Niki and I were just studying for finals, it may be a few weeks away but I want to be ready.” You chuckled.

“Man, I’m glad I’m only taking one class this semester.”

“Lucky.” You sighed, tucking the last of your papers into folders and stowing them away in your bag, “No late night cram sessions for you then.”

“Nah, my boyfriends’ll rope me into helping them study.”

“Thats the price you pay.” You chuckled.

He nodded solemnly, “A price I am very willing to pay.”

“They sound like lucky guys.” You smiled wistfully, quietly wondering why all the cute guys you’d been meeting were dating, either other people, or each other.

Karl not noticing the almost bitterness in your voice chirped, “Yup!”

“Come on! They’d love you!” Karl exclaimed.

You’d been becoming friends with Karl over the last few months, and now he was begging you to go and meet his partners.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” Karl was practically bouncing up and down, “Your like the best! I want my boys to meet you!”

You groaned, letting your head fall into your hands, “Fine.”

“Yay!” Karl giggled, tugging at your wrist, “Come on!”

You looked up from the table at him. “Right now?”

“Yeah, I was suppose to be meeting them at the library.”

Sighing you stood up, “I hate this.”

He smiled sympathetically, “Sorry.”

You slipped your bag over your shoulder, and followed him out of the dining hall towards the library, trying to ignore the stupid feeling in your stomach at his hand in yours.

Upon reaching the library Karl excitedly dragged you over to a table in the corner where your stomach dropped upon seeing who was sitting there.

“(y/n)?” Alex asked.

You chuckled, “Snapmap and Chihuahua boy, I didn’t realize this Karl was your Karl.”

Karl looked confused, looking back and forth between you and his boyfriends, “You guys know each other?”

“That one talked to me at a party when my friends all but ditched me,” You pointed at Nick, and then too Alex, “That one tried to fight someone who bumped into me.”

“Thats- you know what, I’m not gonna ask.” Karl said, plopping down next to Alex.

You sat down on the opposite side of the table next to Nick, “Karl you text in angry emojis?”

Over the next few weeks Karl continued to drag you along to various study sessions, movie nights and other things you assumed would normally just be the three of them, making you confused heart even more confused.

It was strange that they willingly let you intrude on there dates, and any time you tried to bring it up with Karl he’d just brush it off, and if you mentioned it to Nick or Alex, they’d say something about how they were good with it cause Karl was.

And then one night, you were all piled up on the fire escape of the boys apartment building, Alex had just gotten back from a seminar, and was half curled on Nick’s lap, legs stretch across Karl, who was also leaning against Nick.

You quietly hummed a song you heard Wilbur playing, freezing as Karl tugged on your hand, pulling you closer to lean on him, Nick’s arm stretching just a bit farther to wrap around your waist as well, almost cementing you into the moment.

“I like this.” Karl murmured.

Alex nodded sleepily, and Nick looked at your over Karl’s head, “(y/n), uh- I guess we’ve been meaning to- uh- to ask-”

“He means, do- do you want to join this relationship?” Alex asked, cutting him off.

You blinked, surprised, and Karl quickly started talking in your silence, “You don’t have too, we just figured, you know, we, really like, you and- it- we think you like us-”

Cutting him off, you grabbed the sides of his face, quickly pressing your lips to his, and then pulling away, you leaned over to kiss Nick, and then Alex.

“I knew there was a reason you kept letting me in on your dates!”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #teddy06 writes

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enderwoah · 3 years

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ORIGINS SMP HEADCANONS (because i love them): SEASON TWO EDITION BAYBEEE

(this is really long ENJOY :gun:)

tommy

he is phil's son smile

phil's most recent son at least

he's got like one more somewhere

he picked this one up off the dangerous streets a few years ago and he's been sticking with phil ever since

his wings are small- not too small to fly, but they're untrained to the point where it would take a lot or work to get him off the ground

but at first, he didn't really seem to want to learn all that much?

(he has three scars on his face- all from trying to learn how to fly when he was younger)

(he gave up after the third one)

("if at first you don't succeed; try, try again" is his motto, and he tried all three times)

but!! phil and wilbur are very persuasive :) and now that he knows he can fly, he's not going to rest until he does

he's a little manipulative to get what he wants sometimes, but can you blame someone that lived on the street for so long?

he had to do that to survive! it's not his fault.

(it's a great excuse.)

he laughs like a kookaburra amen

he squawks when he gets scared

he chirps. he tries not to because it makes phil go absolutely bird-brained but he does sometimes and he hates it.

tubbo

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A B[GUNSHOTS]

god he is. so fucking annoying (/rp)

he simply does not know when to stop

he ignores social cues to see when someone is annoyed

(see: he can read social cues. he does read social cues. when you get annoyed that's when he starts being more annoying, because you're more likely to give him what he wants to get him to shut the fuck up.)

he loves talking to (at) people, especially people he doesn't really know that well

so he's trying to be friends with ranboo, but the absolute prick keeps trying to avoid any actual conversations, so that's not working

he buzzes when he gets excited-happy

his fingertips are completely blackened and horrendously sharp, functioning as ten individual stingers

they don't do any actual damage but he's working on that

techno

wither hybrid (??)

how can you be a wither hybrid?? nobody got down and dirty with the wither

he's an experiment

the reason we haven't seen him yet? he's staying away from the main area of the smp

he doesn't want to ruin its natural beauty with his withering effect, so he keeps to himself on the outskirts of the smp

which sucks

withers get health from killing things

he's not fully a wither, so he gets energy from being around people and sort of draining their life force a little bit

he feels terrible when he's with just one person because they are Literally his life support and it makes the person feel like shit

when he's with a big group of people its great!! he only has to take a little bit from everyone and its barely noticable!!

but then there's the wither part. so he has to stay away.

he's always tired

always exhausted

he's a farmer, so taking it from animals works, but god does he miss people

but he can only visit a few times and for very short

(he's afraid that one of these days he'll get so bad that the next time he sees someone he'll accidentally kill them)

(it already happened once. he's blessed that he's been forgiven, even made friends with by the victims, but he doubts he'll be able to pull that off again with no consequences like last time)

wilbur

phantlings are dead elytrians, and given that wilbur was phil's son...he's a phantling

he died in the late 50s and was a librarian when he was alive, so he's very possessive (ha) over all of his things

you should never ask to "borrow" anything from him, he will hound you about it until you give it back

it's best to just say that you want something from him to keep

even if youre going to give it back

just for your own peace of mind

phantlings can feel fear and get a genuine feeling of elation from scaring people

of course, sometimes its unwelcome (feeling large amounts of fear from someone they care about in a bad way just makes them pissed)

but for the most part, wilbur loves appearing in the corner of people's visions just to jumpscare them a few minutes later

all in good fun, of course!! it's just hilarious :)

being the lighthearted, fun guy he is, he's not particularly secretive about his method of death

"how did i die? well, it all started -- ended -- on november 16th, 1958!"

"i walked out of the library late, since i took the shift for my wife since she was feeling sick and i worked there anyways,"

"the streets were dark and only lit up by gaslamps...and out of an alley...appeared..........."

techno.

he didn't mean it. wilbur isn't at all mad at him (anymore)

he was starving. he didn't know that one touch would be enough to fully revitalize him...

and murder wilbur where he stood.

sneeg

has details on everyone on the server

you Cannot Hide Shit From Sneeg

its impossible

if you find of his any shittly little mouse holes then you're doomed

you find one and there are twenty more

he's under your floorboards while you're having your important discussion about trapping the nether roof

sucks to suck ig??

he seems to be the favourite of many, which is weird since he rarely goes out of his way to actually talk to many people

he's the only person that tubbo doesn't actively try to annoy (or maybe he just doesn't find tubbo's antics all that annoying)

he's the only person that ranboo stays around (or maybe he stays around ranboo- he and Phil seem to be the only ones not off-put by his slightly sadistic and whiny demeanour (not counting tubbo, who annoys him anyways)

phil seems to be more protective of him than he thinks is normal (he lets sneeg ride on his shoulder while travelling, so he doesn't really complain)

niki is completely protective over him (again, not complaining)

contrary to popular believe, he does not get high from sugar

if anything he gets

high-per

(get it)

(high-per)

(hyper)

he's literally just a nine-year old getting a sugar rush leave him alone

phil

take the normal "bird-brain" headcanons and multiply it by like sixty-four

and you've got origins phil

he can't see glass- or, rather, he can, but it doesn't register that 'hey, this is a solid surface i am going to slam into'

its very funny for everyone else but he's pretty sure he has permanent brain damage from the blunt force trauma

if there is ANYONE on the server who dares to chirp, bird or no, they must understand that they are signing away their privacy and giving phil the right to go absolutely bonkers over them momma bird style

(shoutout to tommy, wilbur, ranboo, and fundy for having to suffer through this)

"oh??? you don't have wings?? you don't have feathers?? omg?? then what's this im preening?? what do you mean im just braiding your hair?? nono this is preening smile"

god help you if you dare to have wings

poor tommy, wilbur, sneeg, and tubbo

phil can't help himself alright

do you think he wants to be any sort of protective over sneegsnag?

no!! but he cant stop himself!! sneeg might damage his wings if he keeps flying those super long distances!!! nnnno! carry the bug man!!!

it's weird, he's always had that protective sense over ranboo, too

but ranboo very obviously doesn't have wings, so he doesn't get it...

ranboo

yes ur a peasant

yes ur poor

yes im cooler than u

what r u gonna do about it

the enderdragon's son! partially a dragon, partially enderman, partially human (don't ask, his other mom is a hybrid), all spoiled brat!

given that he has a ton of dragon genes, he's extremely possessive over his stuff and Yes He Does Do The Hoarding Thing

he has a pile of rings and gold chains and necklaces and most of his jewellery hidden underneath his bed

(if you ask him, no, he doesn't)

not to wear

just to Have

one time, fundy stole one (1) bracelet from the hoard and ranboo was sent into a panic for a good 24 hours

he wouldn't leave his cave and kept counting and recounting as if that'd make the missing piece reappear

(when fundy had to give it back because of the guilt, he expected to get his face bitten off)

(instead, he just watched as the prince was flooded with relief, telling him to get the hell out and nothing more)

it's weird, he has so much gold and even a crown, and yet here he is

living with all those people ^^^

truth be told, the enderdragon isn't a very nice dragon

nor is she a very kind queen

nor was the other queen

nor was her son

there was a mutiny in the end, leading to the dragon queen and her wife being killed brutally by the crowd of angered people

they went after their son next, who had ordered executions and worked servants to the bone just as much as they had

they cut off his wings in the middle of the square

he was sure he was going to die until a random person (a peasant) jumped up and yelled at them for publicly torturing a child

but ranboo didn't really catch all of it, given he was delirious from pain

he got to get some stuff quickly and escape with his life

this wasn't too long ago, either, so he's still trying to...adjust...to people talking rudely to him

(he's also trying to adjust to not having wings)

(hence why he hurls himself off the edges of cliffs and then has to teleport to the bottom instead of glide. he keeps forgetting.)

#this is so long #origins smp #originssmp #ranboo #tubbo #philza #philza minecrft #sneegsnag #wilbur soot #technoblade #tommyinnit #help this is so long

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