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cyberjam · 10 months

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ATSV HEADCANON: they get jealous . . . ☆

warnings - mainly just fluff, maybe a hint of yandere if you squint, insecurities, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n or reader and jealousy from our fave spiders.

word count - 2.4k

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based off of this request: jealous hc !!

. . . ☆ miles morals!e-1610

He'll try and ignore the nasty feeling of jealousy but it's tough when all he can think about is how joyous you look spending time with another guy that isn't him.

It slowly eats away at him the more time you two spend away from each other, and sooner or later you'd notice the change in his demeanor. He was quieter, his greetings weren't the same, and his energy constantly seemed low. Every time you said something he'd reply with a simple hum of acknowledgment and if you were trying to cheer him up with a corny joke the only thing you'd receive was a faulty breath from his lips and a lopsided grin.

His hugs weren't bone-crushing anymore, his texts were in one-words, and even when you two shared a class he acted different. Instead of the usual passing notes and quiet laughter at inside jokes, he simply turned his body towards the window and stayed quiet. He didn't spare a single glance in your direction until the bell rang. Even then he didn't look at you, blankly staring at the floor while gathering his things and blearily walking out with slouched shoulders.

So many confusing thoughts and hurt feelings from made-up scenarios circled around his brain. He wanted to talk to you so badly and just make sure everything was okay. He just didn't know how to approach it, so it continued to eat at him until you confronted him about it.

You saw him walking his usual route towards his place and couldn't help but chase him down. You constantly pestered him and asked him questions to get to the root of the problem but all he did was respond with simple phrases like "I'm fine.", "M' just tired.", and "Nah, I'm good."

Your dedication and unwillingness to let him go home angry finally paid off when he snapped. His words jumbling and his hands flailing in the air as he unleashed every thought and feeling that led to that moment.

Once he finished his rant, you two stood across from each other in complete silence. His chest lifted up and down as if he was exhausted. No words could come to your mouth, but your legs moved without hesitation and before you knew it your arms engulfed him in a tight hug. You felt bad for not being able to express how you felt in words but all miles needed was reassurance and your arms being wrapped around him was more than enough.

. . . ☆ miles morales! e-42

Miles is very straight-forward and blunt. He speaks his mind, which can be a blessing and a curse. With his over-protective nature and blank-like expressions he's more intimidating than most, especially when confronting people he thinks are getting too chummy with you. If a guy is checking you out, miles will speak up before you even notice. "ay, you got a starin' problem or sum?" in situations like these he tends to get touchier with you. Either resting a hand on your hip or hanging his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

Miles has a certain phrase that he says whenever you scold him for being so confrontational. "They gon have to get through me to get to you." and he tends to stand on that word.

Miles isn't shy of confronting people, or even using violence when it comes down to it. He prefers to handle situations like these with as least violence as possible. He doesn't want to subject you to that kind of thing, if anything he wants to keep you away from it. It's why he's so protective of you and also why you don't know he's the prowler.

You were walking home late at night all by yourself, and as much as you wanted miles to be there with you, he couldn't. You texted him letting him know you'd be staying late after school because of a project. He mentioned how he wouldn't want you walking home by yourself, especially so late at night. So, he decided he'd drive you back home on his motorcycle.

But when the time came for him to pick you up, you were left stranded. He never returned your countless calls or text messages which led into you walking back home all by yourself. Uncomfortable would be an understatement to describe the way you felt as you whisked your way passed sketchy groups of people with your head down. You took shortcuts and turned into ally's to get away from any potential threats not knowing you'd walk right into the hands of one.

A tall lanky man with sunken eyes somehow cornered you in-between the brick wall of a random apartment complex. You were terrified. Your legs grew weak, and your nose started to sting in warning of the incoming tears. All you could do was push your body as far as you possibly could into the wall behind you. Desperately hoping it would engulf you and take you as far away as possible from the situation.

You shut your eyes, bracing for whatever torturous impact to come. Fortunately, it never did. Instead you felt a swift gust of wind past you and the sound of a hard thud paired with a low groan. You cracked your eyes open only to see the mask of the most-feared vigilante in New York. He walked closer and closer until he was finally hovering over you, his mask nearly touching your nose.

As you stood frozen in shock, a clawed hand rested next to your face. "What I say? They gotta get through me to get to you."

. . . ☆ gwen stacy

Gwen is a liar. You can ask her if she's jealous and she'd respond with a scoff and wobbly smirk, scratching the side of her head before replying with something along the lines of "Jealous? No, way." when in reality she's seething. She wants to be completely secure and unbothered like Hobie, but there's always this nagging voice in the back of her head that fills her with annoyance and bitterness.

When someone shows any type of romantic interest in you she'll get tense and her cool facade will be replaced by her visible discomfort. She knows you love her and is continuously reminded when you shut down any confessions, but that painful uneasiness still comes no matter what.

Depending on what mood she's in that day she'll either tense up and shy away from the situation or desperately try to avert your attention back to her.

When one of your classmates walks up to you complimenting you and eyeing you up and down, Gwen's hand that was loosely holding yours fell to her side before returning to her jacket pocket. Her shoulders squared to her ears as she quietly sighed and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. She avoided eye-contact with you and the person, choosing to look around the hallway as if she wasn't eaves-dropping into the conversation. (she was)

Once the person leaves she'll grab your hand and start pulling you towards the exit "that was weird, right?" she'd murmured half-jokingly while nudging her shoulder with yours.

The next time you and that person interact is when Gwen is over your place. Once you excuse yourself from the conversation and take the call from your classmate, Gwen once again gets antsy. But she's much more combative this time around. She'll snatch her drumsticks up and start tapping on any and all surfaces she can reach. Calling out your name to get your attention so you can focus on her instead of your classmate.

All in all it really depends on what mood you catch her in. She can either be awkward and tense or combative and loud. At the end of the day all she wants is your attention.

. . . ☆ pavitr prabhakar

Pavitr is quite secure in himself and in the relationship, but he does get jealous on occasion. Never from a situation of you simply getting hit on or someone complimenting you, more so from his own insecurities and made-up scenarios that he plays in his head.

He enjoys the time you two have together fully enveloped in each others presence. So, when that time gets interrupted by someone he gets sulky. Time is already very limited for pavitr. With school and his spider duties on top of it he doesn't have as much time to spend with you as he wants. So once he gets you alone he doesn't want a single distraction to interrupt your private time.

A part of him feels guilty that he isn't able to spend much time with you. He has a small insecurity that pops up every now and then, telling himself that you deserve someone who's more attentive and available to your needs. He wants to be that man for you but his responsibilities prevent him from doing so.

You've already mentioned to Pav that you understand he's a busy man with a hefty schedule, so any time you two spend together is valued and cherished. It makes him happy that you're so forgiving and transparent but that doesn't stop the self-shaming thoughts of how bad of a boyfriend he sometimes thinks he is.

Pavitr has a habit of getting you gifts. When his guilty conscience is eating at him for missing out on a romantic date or simple hangout, he tends to buy you more gifts than usual. A single rose will turn into a bouquet, A cute hand-beaded bracelet will turn into a full jewelry set, a bedazzled headband will turn into multiple hair scrunchies and a full pack of hair care.

Once you've noticed this habit you were quick to shut it down, you didn't want him spending money every time he felt bad for having to bail and do his spider duties.

All he needs is to be pampered and reminded that what you want is him, and only him. Tell him how much you adore him and smuggle him in affection. Whether it be words of affirmation, quality time, or physical touch, Pavitr will immediately be putty in your hands. Just being engulfed by you and having you dote on him will immediately wash away any and all bad thoughts.

. . . ☆ hobie brown

Hobie doesn't really get jealous. He's extremely secure in himself and the relationship. If you're the type of person who likes to flirt for fun or is just naturally flirty, he wouldn't even bat an eye at you coyly chatting with another person.

Hobie knows you only have eyes for him so he never gets defensive or jealous by your coquettish attitude with others. You know where home is and at the end of the day you always return. But that's only with flirting. If you tend to get touchy or make-out with other people then he would get annoyed and slightly agitated. Especially if you'd established there was something between you two.

He wouldn't particularly mind other people flirting with you unless someone was genuinely being creepy and overbearing. He wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable for any reason in any situation. So, seeing you nervously fiddle with your hands or curl into yourself when certain advances were made would enrage him to an extent. These are the times Hobie will take on a more defensive/protective role.

He doesn't get into many brawls (mainly because he doesn't have to) He's quite intimidating so when he tells someone to back down they're gonna back down, quickly and efficiently. If anyone had the balls to step to Hobie in a threatening way they'd def be met with more than they could handle.

But in most situations Hobie usually just plays along with the flirting. He knows you're a good piece of eye-candy so it's not surprising to him whenever you get hit on. His chest also can't help but swell in pride when you mention that you have a partner, who just so happens to be Hobie.

Imagine you're both at the pub. Sitting at the bar, and leaning into each other with lovesick smiles. The sweet exchange of teasing words was interrupted by the gruff voice of the bartender setting down an alcoholic drink you weren't really familiar with. "Compliments from the gentleman over there." he murmured, tilting his head towards a man who sat across the bar. Before you could even fully react Hobie grabbed the glass and downed it within seconds. "Cheers, mate." he responded with a smile while lifting the glass in the air.

You just grow to love and laugh at his antics.

. . . ☆ miguel o'hara

You'll know he's jealous. Miguel is very obvious when he's bothered by something, even when he tries to hide it.

His movements are more stiff than usual and if you're close enough you can hear him lowly spitting profanities in his native tongue. Not to mention when he gets jealous to the point he's genuinely angry his claws will shoot out. There are multiple claw marks on couches and different desks at the headquarters that have yet to be fixed.

He angry pouts but he doesn't really know it. Whenever you're having a conversation with someone and it's prolonged for a little too long or the person you're speaking to is showing some type of interest in you, Miguel will just tower over you from behind with crossed arms and an annoyed look. as he stares the person down.

You're the most important thing in Miguel's life. He's already lost so much in different lifetimes and a part of him feels like he should live his life alone, suffering without a family or a lover simply because he feels like he doesn't deserve it, he doesn't deserve you.

There will be times where he tries to push you away, a part of him feels like if he pushes you away enough and tries to emotionally disconnect from the relationship you leaving him won't hurt as much. You have to be patient and reassure him that you're not going anywhere. The only reason he does stuff like that is because a small part of him genuinely believes you'll leave him at some point.

He tends to be overbearing when he gets jealous. Pushing you behind him when someone starts to be a bit suggestive, staring down anyone who he thinks is getting too comfortable with you, and butting in convos to speak for you when he's close to going over the edge.

Miguel can be overprotective and extremely overbearing at times, but it's always because he has your best interest in mind. He needs you in his life and to keep you he will deflect any and all threats that try and take you away.

A/N🪷: whenever i think of e-42 miles the killmonger music starts playing in my head lol

this was also a little rushed because i've been busy with work and im a little sleep-deprived, BUT i will come back with another fic soon <3 ty lovelies :)

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated <33

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plutonianeris · 1 year

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a message from 13 year old you ‧₊˚✩彡 [letter] 💓🍬

this is a general reading. take what resonates and leave what doesn't. scroll through the images & choose based on your inner guidance and gut feeling. ⛓️ *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ if you feel guided to: tip jar💘 ✧.*

Pile one ‧₊˚✩彡

"what did I tell you? I always knew it would work out in the end. I was always knew the pain wasn't going to last forever. It hurt to be treated that way by the people closest to me, especially the women in my life. there was always so much confusion growing up. people would say pretty things but there body language would show something else. I felt caged in my connections. But I always had some faith. I always had a feeling that the universe was watching out for me... for us. that it was sending us signs. that eventually I would be able to enjoy life to the fullest without feeling guilty for it. without feeling like I had to compare myself to the versions of me that they wanted me to be. I hope you know now that those versions don't exist. that we weren't born to be dolls for other people to dress up and control and shove words and opinions in their mouth and to gargle and spit back up. I doubted my intellgience so much.. underestimated my creativity. but looking at you now.. looking at us... I feel so proud. dont forget about me please! I always believed in you. even on those days where you couldnt stand to look in the mirror. I was on your side this whole time, its just that sometimes you werent listening. But now looking at you, you are everything I ever wanted to be. Im so glad I didnt give up. You deserve it all. the world. your dreams. im rooting for you. heres to more blessings and abundance."

Pile two ‧₊˚✩彡

"remember the way everyone would make fun of us for the weird things we did? Our odd expressions and the questions we asked and how we laughed out loud and our desire to see the world. how it always labeled as silly. I know it had made us dull our self expression for a little while. How we forced ourselves to shrink down, to fake laugh to the mean comments, or "oh this? not a big deal" or "its not that good.." so many of those... just to blend in better with our friends and family at the time. to make them like us. to see if that would make them stop criticizing so damn much. I hope we no longer are letting comments like that slide. I hope we dress like the way we always wanted to in our head but were to afraid to wear out. I hope we didn't let the world extinguish our playful nature. life felt like heartbreak after another. what do you know about love? youre just a kid. they deformed the way we saw it for a long time. but not anymore. It makes me emotional.. the way you never let go my hand. and how you always carried me along with you in your heart. Of course, now you call me your inner child. Or I guess inner teen. Ha, inner tween. Thank you for always being my friend. I see now that you are always what I was meant to be. Out of all the stars in the sky, we shine the brightest, you and me."

Pile three ‧₊˚✩彡

"you are so beautiful... wow we really are so different now. But I still see hints of me in you. in your smirk and your mischievous laugh and in your questioning glances and sharp stare when someone gets a little bit too close to our personal space. I admire the way your presence can make someone nervously glance away. I use to feel so powerless.. so many things I did to try to gain some control, even if it meant hurting myself and pushing away the people I love. I love how vulnerable you are. I really did see it as a weakness but looking at you now, it makes me realize how brave you are. of putting yourself out there despite the uncertainty. of taking that chance even if could end up badly. even if you could end up with a broken heart it seems like you no longer find sastification in staying in the darkness. I understand, its.. well, lonely... being alone. Do you think you could take me with you? That part of you... that is still afraid. do you think you could tell me? tell me that I am not broken or incomplete that there is nothing wrong with me. that I am not the worst thing that has ever happened to me or will happen to me. Reassure me? Tell me that some things we have to do even when we are afraid. that its terrifying and nerve wracking and makes our palms sweat. but then once we do it, it's glorious, it's liberating, it's everything we have ever dreamed of and more. I see it now. Take me with you. Do you see me? I see you. The way you look at the world and want to devour it. I see you now, with a crown atop your head. how you wear it so gracefully..."

Pile four ‧₊˚✩彡

"So many times.... I was so close to giving up. to listening to that little voice in my head that kept telling me over and over again that there was no point. that the feeling and the ache in my chest would last forever. that it was always going to be me versus the world. me versus me. that everything around me would always be dull and gray and that I would always be blue. I doubted my self-worth so much. It was practically non-existent. I still do in some ways now when I pop up and invalidate the way you feel, shrugging my shoulders wondering if maybe we are actually deserving of this happiness... of this success. it feels foreign. like its not really mine.. well, ours. We're not in a really good situation right now and my parents are trying to hide things from me that im just too big now to pretend not to notice. they don't make me feel that protected anymore. and that hurts me a lot. whose gonna take care of me now? Im so glad youre here now. Im so glad we got to grow up and that we survived. and im so glad that now that we survive we can actually live. Thank you for reminding that we can let go now. that theres no room for a pity party anymore. thank you for letting me know that your'e not going to leave me behind. thank you for keeping my memory alive. thank you for looking back at me with kind and loving eyes. but most of all, thank you for fighting for me. I know I can easily lie and say "everything is fine" but thank you for showing me that it eventually it is. thank you proving to me that eventually I will say its fine. its okay. its great even. and that I, that we, actually mean it."

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deep-fried-egg · 7 months

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She never got to say sorry

CW: angst, major death, very short, breakups

"Yes y/n! I don't love you anymore! I love Chad! Why can't you just leave my apartment now!" Tara yelled at her now ex girlfriend.

"What the fuck Tara! You can't fucking kick me out of the house like that!" Y/n screamed back. "Besides, you're the one who was cheating!" Y/n shouted with tears in her eyes.

"Whatever. I'm leaving now." As y/n was leaving Tara decided to tell her one more thing just to add salt to the wound.

"Whatever! I didn't even love you anyway! I was just using you to get closer to Chad." Tara spat. Y/n could feel her heart shatter to pieces. "Tara-" Before she could say anything else Tara had already slammed the door.

She felt betrayed, angry, and hurt all at the same time. How could she? How could she just say she never had real feelings for me like that? What is wrong with people these days!? She thought bitterly as she walked down the street. Her phone dinged signaling an incoming call.

Y/n sighed in frustration before answering the call right before hearing a familiar voice...

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

I pounded on Sam's door literally BEGGING to be let in Because ghostface is chasing me. Luckily as soon as Sam heard the name ghostface she slammed the door open and let me in. Bless her soul.

Sam locked the door and told me to go to the bathroom to hide . I nodded in thanks as I went into her bedroom. It had a large window facing the neighbors apartment and luckily Sam was good "friends" with the man.

I heard a blood curdling scream from the kitchen so I peeked my head out And saw ghostface on top of Sam trying to stab her but Sam was using all of her strength to push the knife away from her face.

I gathered all of my courage and hit ghostface in the back of his head with a potted plant which luckily gave me enough time to bring Sam and Tara into the bathroom with me to hide.

Ghostface started twisting the door handle trying to get it open But that only lasted for a couple seconds as the kind neighbor opened the window because somehow he KNEW ghostface was after us??

He signaled for us to open our window as well so we did and the man put a ladder in between the gap of the two windows.

Sam quickly made it across with no trouble and so did Tara but when it came to me... ghostface already bursted into the room and slashed my arm with his knife.

I quickly got onto the ladder but Ghostface grabbed one end of the ladder and started to aggressively move it while Sam, Tara and Sam's "friend" tried to hold the ladder still.

I let out a loud sob at the thought of death in such a cruel way and I stopped moving. Ghostface tilted the ladder to the left as soon as my grip loosened and I fell off.

I quickly tried grabbed onto the nearest surface but I failed. My loud scream rang through the small alleyway and I felt a stinging pain when my face slammed against the side of a dumpster leaving a crisscross pattern on the right side of my face.

All of my friends had to watch this happen to me. All of them except ghostface, apparently. He didn't seem to care as he walked away from the gruesome scene.

As Tara looked down at my corpse laying on the sidewalk below her she Covered her mouth and ran to the nearest garbage bin to throw up into it.

As soon as she finished puking the trio walked downstairs and to the alleyway and Tara immediately ran up to my dead body laying on the concrete and she shook me trying to "wake me up" but deep down she knew I'm dead...

"Please Y/n! Fuck I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for everything I said please... please forgive me!" Tara cried as she clung to me, trying to listen for a heartbeat for some type of closure that I'm still alive but she found none...

"Come on Tara...we have to call the police." Sam pulled her sister away from my corpse while crying some tears of her own.

Tara reluctantly Let herself be separated from me by her friends as she stared at my lifeless body until the paramedics arrived. She held back her tears all the way until they finally took away my body. Tara watched with bated breath, hoping it wasn't over yet until they placed me in the body bag and rolled me away to the ambulance.

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daddypriceugh · 6 months

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Mr. And Mrs. Mactavish

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I saw that you guys want fluff so I'm giving you fluff :)

I will maybe upload another fic today, if I don't fall asleep (it's 10:30 pm here)

Anyway enjoy this one <3

Tw: nothing just fluff

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Today is the day you've never thought would come. It just always seemed unreal. But here you are, standing in your wedding dress in front of the church door waiting for the music to announce your entrance.

Your nerves are playing wild and your body feels on fire. What if you trip? What if he changes his mind? What if-

"Are you alright?"

A voice interrupts your thoughts. You look to your left to see John Price standing next to you, with a worried look on his face.

" Yeah I'm fine. Just nervous"

He nods in understanding and takes your hands in his.

"Trust me it's gonna be okay. Hell don't worry about him changing his mind, I've never seen someone that wipped for a girl before" he says while laughing at the last part.

A chuckle escapes your throat, which then tightens again when you heard the music start playing.

"Ok ok no panic (Y/N)" you tell yourself, trying to calm down.

You take a deep breath and nod at John, giving your ok to enter the church. He smiles at you and links his arm with yours.

You tear up at the gesture, knowing that your father would have loved to walk you down the aisle.

John had become like a father figure to you -even though he's not that much older- and you're more than grateful that he said yes to walking you into your new chapter of life.

The heavy doors open and you can see the guests standing up at the sound, all of them turning their heads to see the bride.

You take one step after another, gripping John's hand in yours. Looking around you see familiar faces like your mother and some aunts, but the most important person to you was standing at the altar.

Turning your head you lock eyes with him. Time seems to slow down as you take i the sight of him. Damn does he looks handsome. His mohawk was freshly cut and he wore a new black suit with a red tie.

It may look like a unoriginal outfit, but to you it is perfect.

A smiles forms on your face when you stand directly in front of him. John hands him your hand over and shoots a threatening look. It was the "if you ever hurt her I will personally kill you" look.

Before leaving to go to Johnny's man in honor side to stand next to Gaz and Ghost, he gives you a small kiss on your forehead, whispering "I'm proud of you" against it.

Now it was just Johnny and you. Two people that love each other more than words can describe.

The pastor says the usual things but you hear nothing. You just stare into your soon-to-be-husbands eyes, and you could swear to see tears swelling in them.

The pastor speaks up.

"It is now time for the vows"

You take a deep breath and start talking:

"Johnny, I have loved you since the moment I saw you. It was the way you introduced yourself, the way you saved my ass on many missions, it was the way you held me after my father died and it were the many things in-between. You made and still make my life perfect. I finally found a reason to life and I'm glad I get to spend the time with you. You are perfect in any way imaginable. I love you dearly and I will stay by your side in good and bad times"

Your voice cracks midway, tears streaming down your face. But it seems that your fiancé feels the same way. He doesn't hide his emotions anymore embraces the tears.

It was no his turn and he grabs your right hand and puts it on his heart.

"Dearie, you absolutely make me the happiest man alive. I'm blessed to wake up with you next to me evey day. I can't think of something better anymore. I love the way you laugh at all my stupid jokes that I tell the Lieutenant. It seems that his skull is too thick to understand our humour"

Laughter goes through the room, even Simon chuckles at the mentioning of his name.

"I love everything about you and that will never stop. Even after my death. I love you from the bottom of my heart."

You smile at him and place your hand on his cheek.

The pastor raises his hands and announces the moments you have been waiting for.

"I now announce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride"

Not waiting a second longer, Johnny pulls you by your waist and presses his lips to yours. Applause rings through the crowd and people cheer.

The kiss doesn't last long but it's perfect. Johnny then suddenly lifts you up and carries you towards the exit, and your friends and family follow.

Time skip:

The evening goes smooth. People are laughing and having fun. You are currently sitting on your husbands lap after having danced to two songs.

Head laying on his shoulder while you're admiring him, tracing every scar with your thumb.

"And how does it feel to be married"

"Feels incredible my darlin'. Absolutely the best feeling ever" You hum in response looking up to him. He catches your stare and smiles.

"I hope you won't grow tired of me Mr. Mactavish"

"I would never in my life. I promise you that Mrs. Mactavish"

You laugh and move you face to his to meet in a kiss. This time it's more passionate, full of love and excitement for what the future holds.

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shesunety · 14 days

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people don't even say “bless you” anymore, they just stare at you like this

#dreams of an insomniac #doai

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kengan-daddies · 6 months

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The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma x Motherly! Older Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Taglist: @zeniiis

Anime : Baki: Son of Ogre Character : Baki Hanma Warnings : Possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, murder of a major character, mention of suicide

The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma x Motherly! Older Reader

You and Baki were walking through the streets on a Friday night, it was a beautiful night and the wind was slightly chilly, so you wore a light jacket and a long skirt to stay warm but also cute. Your hair was down and loose letting the wind blow through it. You were laughing at one of Baki's jokes; he was funny, making the evening lively. People walked up and down the streets, of all ages, heights, weights, and aesthetics, some with friends others on dates, and some even alone. You were on Baki's right and he was on your left, he was holding a few bags in his hand as he walked with you, having just come back from the convenience store with you.

You looked around at all the lights and the signs, you stared at everything with a thoughtful stare. "You know, no matter how many years go by, I'll never get tired of seeing this same view." You spoke. He looked down at you in question before he looked up at all the lights and the signs. "I guess, it's just pretty common and normal to me." He said with a shrug. You smiled. "Yeah, I was the same way when I was your age, I didn't really care about it like I do now. I used to just see it as an everyday thing, same ol' same ol'. I never thought to think of it as a beautiful thing to see. I never thought to look at it like that, ya know?" You said.

His eyes shifted around the area, soaking in the scene and your words, he couldn't understand what you were saying, and you knew he didn't but you didn't mind. He watched your soft smile and eyes shine, he wanted to understand, but he just couldn't. "I know you don't understand what I'm saying, and that's okay. But one day, maybe you will, it's just a matter of time before you do, ya know... I love people, I love watching them be their most natural selves. It makes me feel not so alone anymore... It's hard to explain in a way that doesn't make me sound lonely and depressed." You said with a chuckle. He looked at you with a somber look on his face.

"I'd never judge you so negatively, I see you as my role model you're everything I want to be and so much more. You're so amazing, caring, loving, and selfless... That's who I strive to be... I want to be just as open-minded as you are, I want to be just like that... But it's hard." He explained as he stared ahead of himself. You listened to his words, the look on his face was distant, like he was seeing another version of himself. You wrapped your arm around his making him look down at you in question. "Baki... You're amazing just the way you are... never think any less about yourself... You're young and you're still learning who you are, your outlook on life and on yourself is going to change, and you'll become the best version of yourself if you strive for it... Just never be afraid of change and never be afraid to take a leap of faith, otherwise, you'll get stuck." You spoke.

He looked down at you for a moment before he looked away and he smiled, he leaned into you, making you both sway a bit. "I'll keep that in mind, Mom... I'll make sure to strive and reach for my higher self, and I'll shine like a star." He said playfully, you chuckled as you wrapped your arm around his a little tighter. "I know you will, Baki... I know you will."

The Boy Next Door

Baki walked down the street, wearing his school uniform, his bag over his shoulder, and his other hand in his pocket. He was relaxed, he was pleased, he was content. He felt blessed, he had a loving mother, a warm home, constant laughter, warm meals, and movie nights. It was like a dream come true. He looked up at the sky and he smiled with a happy sigh. 'This is amazing... I never want this dream to ever end.' He happily thought as he walked along the street, he turned the corner and blended in with the crowd.

'Hmm, I wonder what we'll have for dinner tonight.' He thought as he walked among the people. The slow drifting clouds were large and fluffy, the sky a deep blue and the breeze was lovely. He closed his eyes as he soaked in the moment. 'I feel so free... So... Normal... Huh... I guess I've never actually felt normal... I never thought about it. It's strange, but I love it.' He thought. He looked ahead of himself and he blinked in surprise when he saw Kozue.

She was walking ahead of him, she seemed to be deep in thought as she walked alone, her school uniform standing out like a sore thumb. He stared at her, his stare serious as he looked at her. 'I meant what I said, Kouze... I won't let anyone get between me and my mother, no matter who you are... I just hope you can understand.' He thought.

The Boy Next Door

You were at home, your boss decided to be nice for a change and he he gave you the day off, and you took advantage of it to the fullest. You made Baki breakfast, fed the dog, and bid Baki farewell before he left for school. You cleaned a little, collected a few dishes from Baki's room from his late-night snacking, vacuumed the house, cleaned the kitchen, and took the dog for a walk. Now you were sitting on the couch, the dog lying on your lap as you watched TV. You were comfortable deep into your program.

A sudden knock on your door nearly made you jump, the dog jumped up and trotted to the door looking back at you expectantly, you sighed as you paused the TV, you got up and walked to the door, you looked out the spy hole and you saw a young man, his hair was short and black, the sides looked freshly shaven. You creaked the door open, enough to poke your head out, he stared at you, seemingly in shock. "Yes?... May I help you?" You asked. His eyes studied you intensely. "Wow... So you are real." He muttered. You gave him a shocked stare.

"Huh?" You asked, he shook his head and he flashed you a charming smile. "Hi, I'm looking for Baki Hanma, is he here?" He asked. You stared at him skeptically as you answered. "No, sorry, you just missed him." You said. He nodded as he looked down for a moment and he looked back at you. "Well, whenever he comes back, could you tell him I stopped by?... I need to speak with him." He said. You nodded your head as you looked over his features. "Yeah, I'll relay the message to him, can I have your name?" You asked you were slightly defensive but you couldn't help it, you've grown protective of Baki, and this young man shows up asking for your son.

He didn't seem bothered by it and he gave you an understanding smile. "Katsumi Orochi." He answered. You nodded as he stared him down with a shocked stare. "I know you." You said. His brows shot up. "You do?" He asked. Honestly, he shouldn't be surprised but he couldn't help it, you didn't look like the kind of woman who would be into martial arts. You nodded your head. "Yeah, Baki spoke about you a while back, something about... a ..." You trailed off as you opened the door wider, you stared at him intensely, his missing arm sending realizing tingles up the back of your spin up your neck and over your brain.

His hand covered the nub and you looked away, feeling awkward and ashamed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to- " You were cut off when he chuckled. "It's fine, it truly is, I'm not surprised that Baki spoke to you about Pickle, he truly was an astonishing creature." He said as he looked up from his missing limb and he smiled at you. You smiled back at him. You chuckled to yourself as you looked down at your feet, your hands rubbing over your thighs, you looked back up at him as you pushed the door open wider. "Would you like to come in?... I still have some breakfast left over from this morning... I'll have to brew some more coffee though." You said through a light chuckle.

He smiled at you in return. "I would like that." he said.

The Boy Next Door

Baki sat in class, a bored look on his face as he stared out the window. 'The sky still looks pretty much the same as it did this morning.' He thought as he watched the large, puffy clouds slowly drift by. He looked down some, seeing the upper half of the skyscraper buildings from over the trees. 'I wonder what Mom is doing right now?... Knowing her, she's probably sleeping, she did say that she had the day off today... maybe she's watching TV, I wonder what she's watching.' He thought as he pictured you lying in bed asleep, or sitting on the couch watching TV. He smiled softly to himself as he pictured you going about your day doing your usual things.

He chuckled lightly to himself as he looked up with a dazed stare. 'I'm pretty sure she already found my dishes from last night, hopefully, she'll forget and I won't get a lashing from her.' he thought fondly, he looked towards the front of the class and he saw the teacher teaching something to the class. 'If I could, I'd skip the whole day, and use it to get stronger... I have to get stronger... I have a real purpose now... At first, it was to beat my dad and make my 'mother' proud so that she'll love me... then it went to wanting to beat my dad to avenge my mother... Then... It went to wanting to protect Kozue and keeping her safe... and now, it's to protect my mother.'

He thought, his gaze sharpen. 'I have to stay strong enough to keep her safe, she's my world... something that I was robbed of for so long, and now I get to finally have it... A mother's love... She should've been my mother from the start, she wouldn't have blindly followed dad, chasing after him like a drug addict, she would've made me her first priority, and she would've been a real mother... unlike her.' He thought, he looked over and he saw Kozue, she slightly flinched when she noticed that he caught her looking back at him. She quickly straightened up and she began acting like she was jolting down notes. He stared at her, a blank yet thoughtful stare.

'Kozue... I don't need your love anymore... I have something more pure now... You'll get in the way... between me and Mom.' He thought as he stared at her. She seemed so small in her chair, it was almost like she could feel his stare. 'She's a great girlfriend, but she wasn't enough... I love her though... I'll always love her... So long as she stays in her lane, I won't have to get rid of her.' He thought before he looked back out the window. Kozue timidly looked over her shoulder, her slightly curious yet fearful gaze looked back at Baki, he was staring out the window, a serious gleam in his eyes yet he seemed so relaxed.

'Baki... What's gotten into you?' She thought as she looked at him in worry.

The Boy Next Door

Katsumi sat on the couch next to you, and the Dog sat in between you both, you were slightly facing one another as you drank down the rest of your coffee. You placed your cup down and you looked over at him. "So, what brings you down here this morning?" You asked him, he swallowed his own gulp and he sighed. "I wanted to speak to him about Pickles." He said. You stared at him with a questioning stare. "Pickles? The caveman, why?" You asked him. He looked down at his cup, seeing his reflection in the light brown liquid. "Pickles disappeared from his confinement, I don't think he's dangerous, but I just want Baki to be aware." He explained.

You looked at him with a pensive gaze before you looked off with a worried stare. "So... Is Baki in danger?" You asked him as you timidly looked back over at him. He shook his head. "No, not at all, in fact, it could be the opposite actually." He said. You tilted your head. "The 'opposite'?" You asked. He nodded his head. "That's right, I feel that Pickles wants to keep up with Baki, almost to keep him safe in a way actually." He explained. You shook your head slightly in confusion. "That's sweet and all, but why?" You asked. "I mean, it doesn't make sense, you know." You added. He looked over at you. "I know, but once you get involved with Baki, nothing makes sense anymore." He said. You looked at him with a concerned yet curious stare before you sighed and picked up your cup,

"I love Baki like my own son... and if loving him means going down this winding path, then so be it." You said in a determined voice, your gaze held him and he gave you a smile. "You're a great mother, Baki sure knows how to pick 'em." He said with a slight chuckle. You gave a small chuckle at his words and you took a sip from your drink, he mimicked you in action and he took a sip too.

The Boy Next Door

Baki sat on the school roof, his bento half eaten, his gaze on the sky as he chewed his mouth full. 'What'll me and Mom cook for dinner today?' He wondered. He sat there in silence a while longer before he opened his mouth and ate another mouthful. 'Mmmm, damn she's one good cook.' He complimented as he delightfully chewed his mouthful. The sound of the door opening caught his attention, and he lazily looked over his eyes shining in recognition when he saw Kozue. She stared at him with her usual pensive stare when she was suspicious of him.

"Hey, Kozue." He greeted. She sighed as she stared him down a little longer before she walked over towards him, he watched her approach him slowly before she stopped before him. He gave her a lazy smile. "Sup, Kozue. What brings you up here?" He asked her. She stared at him, her eyes observing everything around him, the half-eaten bento, his relaxed poster, his unreadable yet distant eyes... "What's gotten into you, Baki?" She asked him. He blinked in confusion as he tilted his head. "What kind of question is that?" He asked her. Her hands tightened into fists.

"You know what I mean, your Mom... You haven't been the same since you moved in with her." She said her voice sounding defensive. His eyes seemed to slightly darken, and her eyes widened at the gaze. 'That's the look... That's the look he gave me... The last time I was with him... Why?' She thought as fear gripped her throat. "Kozue... Are you trying to tell me... that my Mother... Is a bad influence?" He questioned, his voice dangerously calm, his face emotionless as his eyes shined dangerously. Her breath hitched as she stared at him in fear, she held his gaze trying to hide her fears but the longer she stared at him the more she began to slightly break. "No, Baki... I-. I'm just worried is all." She said desperately.

He stood up from his spot, his gaze locked onto her as he looked down at her. "So, are you saying... That you want us to separate... Are you trying to get in between me and my Mother?" He asked. She slowly shook her head in disbelief before she shook her head an answer. "No, Baki... I'm not trying to do any of that!! I'm just trying to understand why you're acting like this." She said, her voice rising slightly as she crossed her arms. He stepped towards her making her step back. "Acting like what, Kozue?... I've been the same as ever." He said. She shook her head. "NO!! You're not, you're not acting like yourself at all... E-ever since you moved in with Y/N-" She was cut off by him.

"Miss (L/N)" He corrected her. She looked off in annoyance before she looked back at him. "WHATEVER!! YOU'RE NOT YOURSELF, BAKI!! LOOK AT YOU!!" She shouted. "I am myself, it's just not a version of myself you've ever seen before." He calmly explained. She scoffed. "RIGHT!! LIKE YOU TOTALLY DIDN'T THREATEN ME!!" She shouted as she stared at him with an accusing stare. "And I'll do it again." He said, the seriousness in his voice made her stare at him in shock and disbelief. "... Do you hear yourself right now?" She asked with a scoff. He nodded his head. She shook hers. "I don't think you do... Baki, you speak about her like she's actually your mother... She's just some woman who took you in because she felt sorry for you." She said, anger and annoyance clouding her judgment.

"She took me in because she loved me." He defended. "NO!! She took you in, because she was a lonely, single woman who wanted children, but was too pitiful to go out and actually find a man to give her one." She said, anger in her voice her eyes glossy. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes darkened and his face became deadly. He stepped towards her quickly, his hands gripping her upper arms tightly making her wince in pain. He brought his face close to hers, their noses almost touching. "Baki... You're hurting me." She whined.

"Shut up." He muttered angrily as he lightly shook her, his grip tightening. "Don't you ever, and I mean ever, speak of her like that ever again... She knows me, better than you'll ever know me... She accepts me in ways, that you'll never be able to... She actually tries to understand me and actually supports me, something you never did... I owe her my life... I deserve happiness, I deserve a loving mother, a warm home, a cooked meal... I earned it, and I'm not going to let anyone get in between us." He spoke dangerously low. She whined and winced in pain as he shook her throughout his speech. "You're crazy... Let me go." She spoke in desperation as she struggled against his hold, but he just held on tighter.

His eyes lit in understanding. "I see now... You're trying to get in between us... You're trying to separate us... My own girlfriend." He spoke in disbelief. She looked at him in shocked confusion. "What are you talking about? I'm not trying to-" She was cut off when he suddenly began to walk with her. "I won't let anyone get in between us, never." "Baki?" "I won't let you or anyone get in the way of our happiness." "Baki, what are you doing?" "I'll get rid of anyone and anything that'll ever try and get in between us." "BAKI, STOP!!" "I won't let anyone ever separate us ever again." "Baki? Baki!? BAKI WAIT, DON'T DO IT, STOP!! STOP!! STO-!!"

Her screams went ignored by deaf ears as he carried her over the small concrete wall that acted as a border to keep people from falling over. His grip tightened and with a twist of his spin, he threw her over the side of the building. Watching her panicked and scared face slowly become smaller and smaller before it became numb with death.

The Boy Next Door

You and Katsumi laughed as you opened the door to the apartment, he stepped out with a pleased smile while you leaned against the frame. "Thanks for the Coffee and breakfast (L/N)." He said, you fanned him off. "Call me (Y/N), we're pretty much friends now." You said. He gave a soft chuckle at your words. "Then you can call me Katsumi." He said. You smiled in response. "Way ahead of ya." You playfully said his brows shot up as he nodded in agreement. He looked off and his smile grew familiar yet he seemed slightly surprised. "Baki? What're you doing home so early, man?" He asked, you snatched your head and you saw Baki, his bag over his shoulder as he stared at Katsumi in confusion.

"Baki, why aren't you in school?" You asked him. He shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "There was a major accident at school, they think it's a casual case of suicide." He said. Both you and Katsumi looked shocked at that. "WHAT!?" "Damn." You both spoke, you more shocked while Katsumi was more calm. "What happened?" You asked him. He shrugged. "Not sure, some girl took a swan dive off the roof and she ended her life." He said. "Wow, that's some heavy stuff." Katsumi said. You nodded your head. "Yeah, I can't imagine how sad her parents would be." You said. Katsumi nodded in agreement. Baki walked closer to you both a questioning gaze on his face.

"So what's up, Katsumi?... Not hittin' on my Mom... are you?" He asked, his head tilting some in a challenge. Katsumi chuckled as he waved him off. "No, nothing like that, I'm here to speak with you." He said with a chuckle. 'What's up with that aura?... It's so sinister.' Katsumi thought as he observed Baki, his smile hiding his thoughts. You nodded your head. "Yeah, he came early this morning, but he just missed you, so we got to know each other, while we waited for you, Baki." You explained. He nodded his head in understanding, the sinister aura dissipating slightly. "Why didn't you just leave once you realized I wasn't home?" He asked. "Simple, because I'm a gentleman, your mother invited me in to have breakfast and coffee with her, and who am I to turn down such a beautiful woman?" He said in a smooth voice as he looked over at you. You rolled your eyes playfully as you fanned him off.

"Oh stop it." You said a playful smile on your face. He chuckled playfully. "I'm serious, not every day I meet a MILF." He said. You looked at him with an unamused stare yet your smile remained, your hand on your hip. "You make me sound old." You said. He shrugged his shoulders. "Hell, old enough to be my mother." He said. you gasped as you grabbed your 'offended' heart. "The audacity." You gasped. Your voices sounded muffled as you both playfully argued over your age. Baki stared at Katsumi intensely, his gaze deadly as he stared him down.

#baki #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki x y/n #baki x reader #baki x you #baki hanma baki #baki hanma x y/n #baki hanma x reader #hanma

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internetskiff · 4 months

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People don't even say "Bless you!" anymore they just stare at you like this

#p03 #inscryption #scrybe of technology #somehow after being into this game for what is probably a year i somehow completely missed the part where g0lly stares at you #like you just shot someone infront of her #g0lly

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It's like 6am now but brain is Thonking Things and I gotta get them out before I forget them

The thought of the day is: getting pregnant with twins

I just know oda would be the happiest out of them all to find that out, like we were supposed to have only one child but now we're getting a bonus one too?? We get to take care of two more kids?? Best day of his life. As soon as you tell him you're gonna have twins I can see him looking at you with his usual neutral face like this 😐 while you can hear the cogs spinning in his brain for a moment as he processes what you said fdjsjdj then a moment later he comes to terms with the fact that the two of you have really been blessed and he hugs you close to himself and tells you how happy he is and how much he loves you with a bit of a wobbly voice bc he's just that happy🥺 the next day he's going to his usual restaurant to tell the owner and the orphans how they're going to have two new friends soon

Dazai would be kinda shocked bc we're gonna have two mini demons running around the house instead of just one??? Am I gonna have to share my belladonna's affections with both of them??? On the outside he's going to act like a clown as usual, telling everyone in the ada about the news and having kunikida nag him for hours everyday bc DON'T YOU DARE MAKE YOUR CHILDREN BECOME SUICIDE MANIACS LIKE YOU!! cjsjsjs But on the inside, having a child with you was already a big choice that required lots of trust for him, but after he hears the news and accepts them he goes to oda's grave and tells him as well, he tells him that he's finally settled down with you and is going to have a family and how happy he is to get to do this this you. "I hope you're proud of me, Odasaku."

Chuuya was already reluctant having just one child with you bc he's a mafia executive and he knows his profession/position could endanger you (not that he'd ever let someone hurt you ofc) but then the two of you agreed to try and have one child to see how the situation would change. He didn't expect that at all when you told him you were having twins, he just stared at you with a mix of joy and shock and he didn't even know what to say. He didn't want to upset you so first he might go to kouyou to talk about his concerns, and after she reassures him that everything will be alright he comes back home and swears to himself to do everything he can to help you throughout the pregnancy and after the children are born. Once he's holding both of them for the first time in his arms he might try to act all tough but then he slowly breaks down into tears and cries with you

Now for fyodor, everything he does is calculated, so having you get pregnant might also have been a calculated act on his part. He decided that this time would be the best for the two of you to have a child bc his plans wouldn't interfere with the pregnancy and viceversa so he bred you extra hard yk djsksks what wasn't calculated tho was you having twins. He knew it was a possibility ofc but he didn't expect that to actually happen. He is obviously happy and gives you lots of praise and patience throughout the pregnancy, making sure your health is at its peak at all times and spoiling you with whatever you might want on your bad days. He might find it endearing when you're so close to crying bc your belly is too big and you can't koala-hug him on his lap anymore jdjsjsdjs you know that some people put headphones on their belly to make the child listen to music? He does that too with you but in the extra fancy way that is playing the cello next to your bed. I'm trying so hard to keep this sfw but my brain keeps chanting pregnancy sex pregnancy sex djdjsjdj

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my brain is also chanting pregnancy sex at all times always and forever. also everything utc because this got long as per usual

and you're so fucking right abt all of them kfljslf;ksjkd oda would be ECSTATIC because. idk if he necessarily wants a big family but he wants more than one, though the thought of you suffering multiple times for multiple babies is so painful for him. so the fact that you're getting TWO babies for the pain of only one pregnancy makes him soooo happy like it's probably everything he could've asked for. and when you're freaking out bc you were already worried about keeping up with care for one baby and now there's gonna be two, he easily calms you down and assures you he's gonna be there every single step of the way bc you're a team. and even tho any mention of the orphans fills me with debilitating pain it melts my fucking heart thinking abt how over the moon they'd be esp because they rarely see oda that happy. he would ADORE your body too

like you said with dazai it definitely would take a LOT of trust and chewing on the idea for him to even be willing to try for a baby, and that's with expecting only one at a time lskfjskd and i can see him only wanting one in general. he'd so paint on a dazai-typical happy silly face for his coworkers but yeah it'd be a pretty major internal struggle for him at first. and all of the agency is a little bit scared bc they could barely picture dazai with one kid but now he's gonna have 2 LMAO but they know you well and trust that you'll raise them well. and you know that dazai's heart is so big and he's such a good guy that'd genuinely want the best for his babies and would work so hard to be a good father, probably thinking of odasaku and what he would do a lot. and the thought of him sitting at his grave to tell him is fr tearing me apart that fucking hurts lfdsjsdkl i can see him bringing a bottle of liquor and pouring two glasses, just talking like. "two! crazy, isn't it? i think you'd be a great uncle." and he'd definitely tell his kids allll about their uncle oda </3

ur right because chuuya would act so brave but would fucking flip out - but he knows you're anxious as hell about it so you wouldn't hear a second of it. i agree i think that kouyou would be the first person he went to, like the only realistically responsible adult he knows flkadsfljdks when mori finds out he'll be so excited and want to dote all over them and have them play with elise but chuuya would be like only under my supervision you fucking weirdo LMAO he's a very smart guy who's amazing at troubleshooting and dealing with any situation but i think he struggles with it more in his personal life, though he'd find his footing eventually. he'd realize that the most important thing by far is supporting and helping you the whole way, doing anything and everything he can because whatever stress he's feeling you're definitely feeling tenfold. when chuuya loves he loves hard, and that applies to both you and his kids

i think fyodor would definitely be mostly prepared for the scenario of twins, but still be taken aback because he didn't quite expect it to actually happen aldfja;kdfj he would def spoil you to death even to the point where ur like i love you but chill. i think he'd be excited though. im guessing he's never had a loving, supportive family who genuinely cares for each other (and shows it) so i think (with time, i wouldn't say he's necessarily like this now) he'd be very happy to not only show love to a whole family but to receive it too. to be looked up to and revered with unconditional love by 2 babies is something unfathomable to him. he's similar to chuuya in that when he loves, he loves HARD. and every single waking second would be spent protecting you, which would obviously increase to protecting his 2 babies. it would be hard for him, but the now 3 of you are his entire world and he's very protective/possessive - no one is allowed to step anywhere near those kids for a while alkfjlskdjfds "can we please homeschool them?" "no. they're going to real school fedya." similar to oda but probably more so, he would absolutely adore and revere your changing body, would be absolutely obsessed with your growing baby bump that is obvi bigger with two babies. he wants to touch it and be near it and play music for it all the time, sometimes he talks to your stomach more than he talks to you aldsfjadslkj i love him so much :(

#i can't believe i kept this sfw #cw pregnancy #voices in my head #💍 demon #odasaku x reader #fyodor x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader

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omnicpng · 9 months

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People don't even say bless you anymore they just stare at you like this 😰

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #ramattra #GIVE HIM BROWN CONTACTS IM SHAKING

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callofdudes · 2 months

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Please bestie, I need platonic Alex Keller headcanons I beg of you 😭😭😭

I'm here to deliver for you in trying times bestie. Stuck at home from work in a blizzard so here I am for you. Hope it suffices and you enjoy. 🫡 @itsscromp

Alex Keller Headcanons:

I imagined Alex was one of those clowns in school. I think when he was younger he was respectful but also a hog for attention. He always got really happy when the teacher picked him in class and would pout if some other kid got "his answer".

I'm not terribly sure about family headcanons. I feel he fits as either an only child or as a younger brother to an older boy. (Possibly a twin) If he had any siblings I could see him as the middle child, an older brother, him and a little sister.

Alex's parents raised him as a gentleman. You think his manners came from the military?? Even when he was in highschool he called women he respected ma'am on the regular.

Alex watched a lot of spy movies when he was younger. Jason Bourne, Jack Ryan, R.E.D. A bunch of those kinds of movies. But Alex didn't originally want to be CIA.

He also really liked superheroes. (Lovingly borrowing a headcanon from Scromp) He really liked Mega Man and other super heroes like that. Probably watched Ben Ten or something. (Sang the power Rangers theme song)

I think unlike the others Alex's run to the military was as an accidental second hand decision.

He had incredible grades in school but when his brother was called for Mandatory service. Alex was still too young when his brother went to serve a couple years. Instead of going to college and getting a different job he went to serve mandatory years as well.

Alex gives me Texas man vibes, but he doesn't have the accent. So I don't think he grew up there, possibly from California or Georgia. Somewhere warm.

Alex wanted to serve alongside his brother but he was deployed while Alex was in his first stages of basic training.

Alex is a very sociable guy so he doesn't have trouble making friends. However, upon a certain incident he did lose a lot of his confidence. Around people he knows he's a butterfly in flight, but doesn't like attention on the leg.

Alex was super attached to his older brother but when he got past that part he did enjoy his time in the military.

Obviously the first person he wants to introduce you to Is his brother and his parents. He'll introduce you with so much pride.

In my mind I see Alex's parents as your typical Georgia or Texas conservative dressers. But they aren't those types of conservatives. They were worried for him when he was younger, but if their son showed up with a man on his arm they wouldn't bat an eye.

And obviously they love you. Alex's dad is the guy who says that even as a guest, in the house you take on some household priorities. Nothing big, but probably expects some help with yardwork and that you'll help his wife with dishes.

Alex will cook with his mother. And oh you see where he gets it. He's the guy whose mama's boy love takes presidents over other duties. He just wants to be with his mom.

You'll be allowed to join in with a casual soccer game of kicking the ball around with his brother. They're an incredible family and accept you as one of their own the moment they see you.

He loves to decorate it though, and has stickers from several incidents, or young military hostages that he could distract. So in a way it was a blessing.

However, he didn't talk to women as much anymore. Platonic relationships are a breath of fresh air.

His parents used to have to wrangle him in when he got his first girlfriend. Constantly sneaking out to meet up with her. And while a respectful kid, after a certain sneaking out the girl's father was not happy to get the story the next day.

After Alex got his leg, dating seemed to be swept off the table. He had all the qualities, tall, very handsome, strong. But the leg usually got people staring, and all the charisma went out the window.

He barely got hookups anymore. (Yes, he was that guy for a while, and he isn't proud of it.)

Alex has participated in the Invictus Games before and it was a whole lot of fun.

Alex's show for women comes in the form of how respectful he is of Farah's boundaries. While he is happy to assert where he stands. If Farah had told him not to go when he did, he still probably wouldn't have listened.

Alex experiences phantom limb and phantom pain. Most times he has to weather the pain, but whenever he experienced phantom pain in the beginning he'd pass out from it.

He is very active and loves to play soccer. (Is very prepared to get yelled at for calling it soccer instead of football)

In all honestly Alex does want to get close to the other 141 members. He's close with Gaz, Price and Y/n. Soap trusts pretty easily and likes Alex because Farah likes him. Ghostie is a challenge though. He's up for it.

Protein shake man all the way. The day isn't started without a protein shake or a hearty meal. He loves his meat but is also all for leaning into the greener side of his diet to help him feel refreshed.

An incredible cook. If you go back to his house for leave you will be well taken care of, I promise you.

All of his relationships are tended to as he sees fit. He's definitely more of an acts of service guy. If you need something done, he will show you his love and appreciation by getting it done. Garbage is full?? On it. Feet sore? He'll take care of that for you.

Alex is a family man, but he also understands the sentiment that the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. And he holds his friendships with his brothers in high stakes.

Has a very smooth and charismatic air about him the majority of the time. He's well spoken and confident even if he doesn't have control of certain situations.

Just. Don't. Mention. The. Leg. 😁🔪

While he isn't really strong at other acts, physical affection like pats on the back or brief hugs do as well.

Tries to make Scream movie references to Ghost, like the ever popular "Sydney call" or other classic scenes. Is gleefully delighted when Ghost understands most of the references.

If you live somewhere known for its giant spiders *cough cough* he will not go. You are not getting him on that plane. Nada, zilch wiggle room on that one partner.

Probably uses comic book lines he likes a lot. Recites them like those cheesy scenes in movies where the leader of a group gives a heroic speech about kicking ass and staying loyal.

Gets called Price's son and honestly? A compliment.

Going back to acts of service, Alex also feels his love language as acts of service. Whenever he needs to let his leg breathe and get off his feet he takes off the leg and relaxes. And icing on the cake? If you feel comfortable, come over and massage his leg. Oh he'll keep you forever.

Will often do the robot dance to try and make you laugh, loves to dance with you in any setting.

You're never too old to go trick or treating. Alex comes off as the fun uncle that I could see dressing up as a Frankenstein and takes his nephews/nieces along with him for some fun around the block.

Clubber for life 🤟🏻😜 Seriously though, getting him tipsy enough and he'll challenge anyone insight to a drinking off. Will almost always lose. Especially against Johnny or Ghost.

If a girl won't call him a smoking handsome man, platonically please inflate his ego. It's like an air mattress and eventually it deflates to the point that you can feel the floor. Please fill his air mattress with compliments.

His tattoos include homages to his family. And his old squads and friends. Got a special tattoo for you over his left wrist with your initials and something that reminds him of you. (A flower, a hat, etc)

You know those bikes that you can lay down on and pedal almost vertical with the handlebars on the sides?? Photo. Yeah, he owns one of those. Will let you ride it. Yes it is fun.

Tried to grow his beard like Price's once so they could really be twins. Price for offended and now they have a rule that their beards/moustaches are not allowed to overlap like that.

Overall, very interesting man. A fun man, a funny man, loves some attention on him but not his leg. Please not make fun of him, yes he wants a girlfriend, yes he's sad and single but slaying every day of the week. Yes you are his best friend for life and if you try to abandon him he'll eat your legs off 😌.

#call of duty #call of duty headcanons #alex keller imagine #alex keller headcanons #alex keller #alex keller x reader #alex keller x you #platonic headcanons

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malueion · 2 months

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i'll have ten number nines and a number eighty with mayo and salt and extra onion and also i'll have the banaban meal with the new jumbo josh toy and can i also get a number one a number two and a number three but hold the cheese make it more like a number two point five

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc jax #jax #doug walker #bubble buddy #people don't even say “bless you” anymore they just stare at you like this #jumbo josh #the banban special #fast food

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kasagia · 2 months

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i was just rereading “losing your memory” and wondered, how do you think everything would’ve ended if coryo had won the election and now had the “upper hand”? cause if he tried to coerce the reader into a relationship it seems unlikely that she would comply willingly, but also it’s doubtful that she would go with him if he tried persuading her too because of how much power he now holds

And that's very interesting, dear anonymous! 🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵

You're right. If LYM Coriolanus had won the election, the reader would definitely not have come back to him or let him pursue her.

She has a strong character, is not afraid to make controversial decisions, and practically does not care about anyone's opinion except her own. She knows the Capitol's games; she knows how to play them and present herself well, and she will do so as long as she sees the point in her actions and is happy with them. I wanted to present her as... a force to be reckoned with, a someone who will stop at nothing to prove her point and get what she wants (of course, she has certain moral boundaries that she will not cross. Let's call it the blessed influence of Sejanus, which Coryo hates).

She only has one weakness, Coriolanus. Just like he has her as his weakness.

They are similar and, at the same time, different on many levels. While Coriolanus is more severe and merciless, spreading terror to maintain power and respect, the reader uses gentler means. Of course, she doesn't pardon everyone, but under her rule, peacekeepers are supposed to really keep the peace, not herald pain, suffering, and torture to the innocent ones.

Coriolanus throws threats left and right (of course, elegantly intimidating people so that no one else finds out), and the reader silently plans her revenge, smiling sweetly at the potential enemy. Her opponents do not know WHO could have brought them down. They don't expect to be hit. I think it's a bit like water and fire, but they have one shared purpose: The best future of Panem. To make sure that no one will know the pain they felt (mostly the pain the reader has seen in Coryo, Sejanus, Lucy Gray and all of them, because, well... her past isn't so clearly defined, is it?)

SO WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF LYM CORIOLANUS WON THE ELECTION:

If he had won in The Grudge…

"Just leave." he says, his eyes averting from you as he stares at the window overlooking the Capitol. You walk up to him and place your hand on his shoulder. He turns his gaze away from the city in front of him and looks at you questioningly, not understanding what you are doing right now. 'Coriolanus... I..." "And the president of Panem becomes… Coriolanus Snow! Congratulations, Mister President!" the hosts' shouts and fanfare echo from the television, interrupting you. It takes you a while to realise what happened. Your hand falls from his shoulder as you stare dazedly at the TV behind him. He won. He became president. Realisation hits you. You have no idea what will happen next. And... you're afraid. You are afraid that HE will never be close to you again like he used to. That after gaining the power he dreamed of, he will reach further. And the last few weeks... the last few weeks, maybe even months—had shown you that you couldn't live without him next to you anymore. You couldn't pretend anymore that he meant nothing to you. You knew he wouldn't let you do that. Because the terrifying truth was that... You needed Coriolanus Snow… as much as he needed you. "You won't even shake my hand? Am I not worth even that, Y/N?" He asks. You are not even aware that he had spoken to you. You act automatically. You shake his hand with a forced smile, knowing full well that he won't let you just move on. Neither of you could. You had two choices. Save yourself from him or stay with him, try to change him. However, you were no longer naive enough to believe that he could become someone else for you. Not after getting everything he wanted. There was one thing missing from his victory. You. And you're not going to give in to him that easily.

The reader does not take great risks if it is unnecessary, but she is ready to make sacrifices and 'abandon' the life she knows. And she herself says that if Coriolanus won, she would try to escape from the Capitol and disappear from Panem.

So that's what she does.

After this event, taking advantage of the fact that Coriolanus is too busy taking over the position of president, the reader prepares false documents and prepares to escape from the Capitol.

She doesn't listen to the advice of her parents, who still believe that she and Coriolanus will be together, and she doesn't tell anyone about her plans.

She, by herself, is in personal contact with the people who organize the transportation of people outside the Panem. She wants to have as few people as possible involved in her 'disappearance'.

So at dusk, she takes the small bag with her things and runs away.

She travels from district to district, avoiding all peacekeepers. She dyes her hair a different colour and dresses like a citizen of the district. She tries her best to blend in as little as possible, and she succeeds.

For a while, of course. Because Coriolanus will not rule without his First Lady by his side. He raises the alarm and makes up the story that you were kidnapped by rebels and that the Capitol and Panem need to get THEIR FIRST LADY back. Yes. He calls you that in public. And he personally gets involved in the search.

That's why you know you have to run. Run as fast as you can.

And just when you thought you could get away from him, he finds you.

Breathing quickly, you push through the crowd of people around you, hiding your face in the scarf around your neck. He was here. Coriolanus. You saw him when you were about to board a ship that was supposed to illegally transport a small portion of people out of the Panem. And just when you were about to give the secret password to the carrier, the port was swarming with peacekeepers. With Coriolanus at the forefront. You pushed and ran as fast as you could through the crowd of people, turning back every now and then. You know he noticed you. That he raised an alarm among his men that you were somewhere close. You had very little opportunity and time. You had to find a hiding place quickly if you didn't want to fall into the hands of President Snow. But apparently, you've already used up all your luck. You managed to avoid him for a year and outsmart him and his men. And now, when you were in the district you visited the least, which streets you had not had the opportunity to get to know thoroughly, you ran ahead blindly. And Coriolanus took advantage of it. You stop dead in your tracks as you turn into a side street and suddenly see a dead end in front of you. You look around, looking for any way to get out of it. A ladder to the roof, a manhole to the sewers, anything. But there is nothing that can help you. You scream at the top of your lungs as someone's arms wrap around you. You frantically struggle against the tight grip, shouting threats and curses. "Shhh. It's me, calm down, it's me, my little diamond." He whispers in your ear, which only increases your panic. He holds you tighter to him and puts his hand over your mouth. "It's okay; it's okay. That's enough. Everything will be okay. We'll go back to the Capitol, we'll get married, and we'll be happy. Everything's okay. Just don't leave me. Don't leave me anymore. You can't. Please, Y/N, I can't take it. Just stay. Don't fight anymore. There's no point. We belong together and nowhere else. I'll forget everything; just come home with me." You're crying. You tremble in his arms and cry. You feel his tears falling on your hair, but you don't think about him. You only think about that terrible truth, about what fate condemns you to, when he holds you tightly to him and carries you to God knows where, stroking your hair and whispering soothing words (for him, for you, it's like reading a death sentence). And his kisses that capture your tears are just a bitter reminder of how often he will be the reason for them. Because you know perfectly well how little time it will take for him to forget about you, too, now that he has literally everything.

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All I Want - Huh Yunjin

pairing: huh yunjin x reader tags: soloist!reader genre: fluff, mostly angst

"This is a song I wrote a few days ago about a dark time in my life. I lost one of the most important people in my life for reasons I still don't understand. I sing this song for all of those who have felt the pain of heartbreak and hope." You said to a screaming arena as you softly started strumming your guitar.

All I want is nothing more Than to hear you knocking at my door 'Cause if I could see your face once more I could die a happy man I'm sure

It was three weeks you remembered. Three weeks ago, Yunjin walked out on you. Three weeks of tears and confusion. Three weeks of saddened hope that she'd be at your front door, ready to come back into your life.

When you said your last goodbye I died a little bit inside I lay in tears in bed all night Alone without you by my side

"Goodbye Y/N," were the last words that left Yunjin's mouth before she also exited your apartment and life. After an hour long conversation that evidently broke your relationship, you knew the end was coming. All signs were pointing to over. When those two words left her mouth, every part of your body ached. You spent the rest of your night crying in the emptiness of your room.

But If you loved me Why'd you leave me? Take my body Take my body All I want is And all I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody like you

"Do you even love me?" you quietly asked her with tears streaming down your face. The vulnerability in your voice not only breaking you, but her as well.

"Of course I love you, Y/N. You are and will always be the love of my life," she said as she lifted up your chin so you'd both be looking at each other. Glossy eyes staring at each other, makeup running down both cheeks.

"Then why are you leaving? Why are you leaving me? Where did I go wrong?" you yelled at her, standing up. You started pacing back and forth wondering if she loves you like she's saying she is, why is she stomping on your heart right now. It makes no sense.

"You did nothing wrong! I just can't handle this anymore," she vaguely said.

"What is there to handle? Am I too much for you? Is it because of who I used to be, because you know I'm not like that anymore. I've changed." you said. You needed answers to the questions you've asked but she wasn't giving them to you.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore. Goodbye Y/N." and that was the end of that conversation. In a swift move, a relationship of two years was thrown into the drain. She left you lost, confused, and broken.

So you brought out the best of me A part of me I've never seen You took my soul and wiped it clean Our love was made for movie screens

It's no secret that your reputation is a little tarnished. You were thrown in the music industry when you were in your teen years, making you grow up faster than intended. You hated the industry so you did everything in your power to make them hate you, but that's what ultimately made the tabloids love you. It was until you met Yunjin at a photoshoot you were scheduled for that changed your life.

"If it's not the famous badass, rude ass, Y/N L/N," you heard a voice behind you say. You turned around ready to give whoever it was a piece of your mind because how do you just call someone rude, but was quickly stopped when you realized who it was.

"Huh Yunjin, it is. A pleasure to meet a pretty lady like you." you flirted. "Will you be my partner for this shoot because if yes, God bless." It was no secret that you had a crush on Yunjin. She was your go-to crush when asked in interviews and you're pretty sure she knows because you always get tweets from both your fans asking if you're together, she must've seen them.

She laughed. "Well aren't you the charmer. I've heard many things about you," she slyly spoke.

"All good things I hope."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Well, how about I change your mind over dinner?" you confidently asked, while on the inside, screaming. If she shut you down, your confidence would forever be ruined.

"I actually would. Dinner with a badass, my dream," she joked.

And that's how your relationship sparked. You guys spent the night laughing, running around the beach, and more. More dates happened after that night and you evidently asked her to be your girlfriend, making you guys exclusive. The tabloids were in a frenzy. HUH YUNJIN HOLDS DOWN Y/N L/N. You laughed at those headlines, but only if they knew.

It's been a few months into your relationship and you both were out in New York, grabbing lunch. You didn't know how the paparazzi found out where you were going but there were tens of them, snapping your pictures from feet away. They were in the way of the door, screaming questions at you guys. HOW'S THE RELATIONSHIP GOING? Y/N, WE HEARD RUMORS THAT YOU'RE CHEATING ON YUNJIN, CARE TO COMMENT? YUNJIN, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE Y/N. At this moment, you were about to deck someone in the mouth. You turned around ready to spew some words at the annoying photographers, but you felt someone pulling you back. You turned to see Yunjin pleading you through her eyes not to do whatever you were planning on doing. You knew that the tabloids already give her a lot of shit for dating you in the first place so you grabbed her hand and pushed through the crowd of flashes.

"Thank you," she said. That's all you needed to hear to calm you down. That's also when you knew Yunjin was someone who was going to change your life for the better. She makes you a better person.

After that, you both headed on over to a children's hospital that your manager wanted you guys to go to because there was a little girl who had one wish and it was to meet you. You honestly don't know why she'd waste one wish on you because you put up a pretty good facade for everyone to see, but you went to see her anyway.

You walked into the room with Yunjin behind you and the little girl lit up. She was attached to tubes and wires but she was so excited to see you and even more when she saw Yunjin.

"Hey sweetie, I read your letter and wanted to come and finally meet my biggest fan," you said while hugging the ecstatic child. You guys stayed there until visiting hours were over, playing with the little girl and singing to her. You looked over to see that she was asleep and that's when you and Yunjin both left. As you were leaving Yunjin stopped you,

"I really wish people saw this side of you, babe. You're a good person and I want the world to know that," she said to you while hugging you. "I love you," she said.

You had tears weld up in your eyes. You didn't say anything, but Yunjin knew how grateful you were for her.

All I want is And all I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody

After that night Yunjin broke up with you, your best friend Somi has been trying to set you up on dates. You told her it was too soon, but the girl disagreed. You went on many low-key dates, but every time you went on them, you couldn't stopped thinking about the singer. Every one of those dates, you looked for a piece of Yunjin in them. You wanted someone like Yunjin, but in reality, you just wanted her. It was getting sad, so you called off the dates and told Somi to stop.

If you loved me Why'd you leave me? Take my body Take my body All I want is All I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody like you

You closed your eyes as you sang the last chorus to the fans below you. Your voice was getting shaky and everyone was on edge. They knew who the song was about, they felt your pain. It was a shock on the internet when they found out that you and Yunjin were no longer a thing. Many fans sent you messages in hopes of cheering you up, but sadly failing. You ended the song and the crowd began to roar. You were grateful for all of them. They stood by you when you were an ass to the world and they're standing by you now. You were grateful for Yunjin because she made you who you were. She changed you for the better. You haven't heard from her since that night. You hold no resentment towards her. You are still in love with her and hope she does the best in her life, but all you wanted was for her to come back to you.

a/n: hi everyone! this is my first post on this blog. i hope you enjoyed!

this is a repurposed imagine from my wattpad account back from 2015, so if you've stumbled upon it anytime in your life, that is why. i decided to change it to a kpop idol though because that's what i will be writing about as of now :)

i will be repurposing the few stories i have from there and then posting some newer stuff i've written.

i am new with the whole tumblr posting (it's much easier on wattpad) so hopefully i'm doing everything right. styling may change in the future as i'm still figuring everything out.

thank you again!

#huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin imagines #huh yunjin scenarios #le sserafim imagines #yunjin x reader #lesserafim imagines #masterlist #yunjin imagines #yunjin scenarios

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therosehost · 3 months

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ShuririWeek: D1

Fluff + "Don't Go"

cw: allusions to nsfw content

Shuri doesn't hear the humming at first. She's too frustrated.

She isn't Queen, nor is she the heir anymore, but the Elders hold her hostage in meetings and at inane ceremonies for hours as if she still were. It grinds at her skin like sandpaper.

Especially because Shuri knows why they do it. They care. They've watched Shuri grow from a glimmer in her mother's eye to a white-draped shadow by her casket. The elders care for her, Shuri knows this. But that doesn't make the overbearing attitudes any less irritating.

Today's latest antics had involved them - particularly Elder M'Kathu - insisting that every member of the council attend the Prayer of the Hymned Beetle. Shuri had wanted to throw her chair out the window with herself inside.

That biannual prayer had started in the river tribe as a joke ceremony. It was just an excuse for people to be off from work and drink themselves to incompetence.

It had never been taken seriously, that is, until Elder M'Kathu got it into his head that Shuri singing the Hymned Beetle's lament would somehow make her happier.

HA!

By the time Shuri escapes (just barely) and returns home, she's still wallowing in incredulous anger. She doesn't hear the humming, but when she yanks the bedroom door open she definitely sees the dancing.

Riri, as usual, is beautiful. And she's even more so as the golden silks she currently wears make her glitter in the setting sun.

Positioned in the center of the small garden's inner courtyard, Riri's prayer forms are uncertain. Sometimes her knees don't bend all the way they're supposed to. And at one point her arm doesn't extend to the full ninety degree angle the instructions scrolls describe.

But that doesn't matter because of why her beautiful talented dedicated genius girlfriend is praying. Or rather, to whom.

Shuri knows the prayer that slips low and careful from Riri's lips. She knows every note and syllable. It is her mother's funeral hymn. The Honor of Ramonda's is a celebration of her mother's birth and life, and a bitter bemoan of her death. There's a promise there at the end, humming with a grief that Shuri knows in her heart will last all her life.

She had poured her soul into creating a prayer dedicated to her mother. When Riri sings it, Shuri almost wants to cry.

It's beautiful. Her girlfriend is beautiful. Her girlfriend singing the prayer is beautiful.

Shuri moves forward, past the door where she's stopped in her tracks, and stops only a foot away. Riri's robes swirl around her, a red whirlpool of gauze that stops short when Shuri comes into sight.

Riri watches Shuri with wide eyes, lips parted to express her surprise.

"Your form is all wrong," Shuri says and then wants to shove a fist in her mouth. Damnit.

Riri puts her hands on her hips and laughs, her blouse rising up at the movement. "How are you this awkward?" The skin of Riri's stomach peaks out. Shuri stares. The blessed oils make the skin glisten. Shuri bets if she steps closer she could smell the spiced lotuses.

"I'm not being awkward." It's a distracted mumble instead of the annoyed tut she intended but Shuri can't bring herself to care. She wants to lick Riri.

Riri narrows her eyes, crosses her arms under her breasts, and gives a fox like grin when Shuri licks her lips. "Oh, you not?'" she laughs again. "Then what would you call it?"

Shuri pouts. "Giving constructive criticism, of course".

"Criticism." Riri says the word slowly as if tasting the letters. "I think I've heard of that before but I'm not real familiar. Why don't you stop hovering over there and come show me."

It sounds like an invitation to fight or fuck. Shuri is willing to do either or both of it means she can touch her girlfriend. But-

Shuri shakes her head and moves back towards the threshold. "I want to let you finish though."

"I thought my form was shit?" Riri raises an eyebrow.

"It was, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see you pray." Shuri's words are a lovesick trill.

Riri snorts but presses a hand against her own cheek like she does when she's trying to stop blushing "Nah, see, now my feelings hurt. It was supposed to be a surprise but I don't even want to do it anymore."

"Ok, I apologize. I take it back. Finish the prayer."

Riri hums, rocks back and forth from heel to toe, and then reaches for the towel on the stone bench behind her. Shuri flails.

"You have completely mesmerized me and I want to watch you dance forever," She almost gets on her knees. "Please please please finish."

Riri clucks her tongue, watching Shuri with a sly smile as she backs away. "Naaaah, I lost the motivation. Maybe I'll go hire an instructor instead."

Shuri huffs, rushes forward, and catches Riri around the waist. It startles a laugh out of Riri and Shuri huffs again. "Don't go. I'll help you. We'll pray to my mother together. Just, please, dance for me." She makes her voice as soft as her heart feels.

Riri cups Shuri's cheeks, rubbing a thumb under her eye and kissing her. It's a light brush against the lips really, but it's enough to send Shuri's heart into a frenzy in her chest.

"If you're so desperate," Riri says, her voice is sultry, smile teasing, "then I guess I'll entertain you a bit."

"Yes. I am very desperate." Shuri nods firmly.

Riri wiggles out of her hold with a groan. "Don't do that. I feel guilty for being mean when you get all earnest and shit."

"I like to when you're mean to me though."

Riri groans again and throws the towel she'd dropped at Shuri's head. "Shut up and help me already." Her plush lips form a pout around the words.

Shuri laughs and catches the towel. "Anything you want, my love."

"Uggggggggh. Please stop!"

a/n: this is rushed as shit and mostly unedited. but, ya know, fuck it. i really wanted to participate in shuririweek at least one day so here it is!

@shuririweek

#shuririweek2024 #shuririweek #princess shuri #riri williams #shuriri #bpwf #:::rose be writing:::#mostly unedited and rushed like hell

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lcandothisallday · 2 years

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I am addicted to your fics but can you do one where y/n breaks up with jack bc he doesn’t spend time with her anymore. Y/n is also famous and her fans ask why they unfollowed each other and they aren’t posting each other anymore. Jack makes it up to her. Like angst to fluff.

Moving On - Jack Harlow x f!reader

Meeting Jack one year ago and him asking you on that first date was possibly the biggest blessing and curse. The nickname Princess that he often used with you was one that was well suited for you considering he always treated you like one. It was for the simple reasoning that Jack Harlow was whipped. The boy loved the chase and when he finally caught you, he held on like his life depended on it. Even fans started to pick up on it and you two slowly began to become the internet’s favourite couple. Part of it was due to you both never shying away from sharing your relationship publicly, especially when both your careers were smaller in scale.

Now with his rise to fame, and his increasingly busier schedule, all of that seemed to slowly fade. FaceTime calls were scarce; growing longer in time between calls. It was frustrating to say the least, especially because it felt like you were putting in more effort into the relationship than he did.

Jack sighed as he ran his free hand through his curls. The other hand held onto his phone tightly in front of him as he stared at your face that was present on his screen. "I thought you of all people would understand this life. So why are you constantly complaining?” he muttered.

You scoff and shake your head in annoyance. One thing about Jack was that he was stubborn. The both of you had always agreed to be communicative during your relationship but whenever you tried to bring up something that was bothering you, he always took offence and an argument ensued. "I want to be dating you, Jack! Not my phone! You barely have time for this relationship--I'm always the one flying out to where you are or rescheduling my shoots. I can't-I can't keep being second place to your work," you say with a sigh. "You don't ever try to compromise--"

“Y/N you know that I’m busy—”

You furrow your brows, the pettiness rising within you. “You weren’t fucking busy when you were in South America letting that brazillian bitch prance around you—”

Jack clenched his jaw as he let out a steady breath, trying to remain calm. “Why do you keep acting like that trip wasn’t also work?” he interrupted with a question. “And I fucking told you before that nothing happened between me and her. She was exaggerating our interactions.”

“Jack you don’t get it! When you asked me if you should do that festival-you knew it was the only week I had free before my next project,” you frowned.

Jack let out a frustrated sigh, “baby I told you to come join me—”

“And I told you I wanted to go back home to see my family that I hadn’t seen in a year and I wanted you come with me and you still didn’t consider it,” you argue. “I always come to Lousville for you and you never do the same Jack.”

“Why don’t you cut the fucking bullshit excuses and just tell me what you want,” Jack said firmly, his tone and expression fully annoyed.

At that, you were truly baffled. You couldn’t believe your ears because after all of this talking, he still didn’t know the root of the argument. All you wanted was for him to be more considerate and spend more time with you but apparently that flew way over his head.

Taking in a shaky breath, you pause a moment before you let out a sigh. “I want to break up with you…Because I just can’t do this anymore,” you admit quietly.

Jack’s eyes widened as he let out a scoff, his face turning red with anger. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?! You’re breaking up with me?” he asked, his voice raising.

“Yes because you don’t care anymore!”

“You know what? Fuck you,” was all he said before he hung up the FaceTime call on you. He proceeded to toss his phone aside before he leaned back in his bed and ran both his hands through his hair then down his face. His heart rate was picking up and the urge to cry was overwhelming. “Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing now laboured.

It was now two months later and to say you felt empty was an understatement. You missed Jack more than anything. You thought you’d be accustomed to it from the fact that even while you two were together, spending time with one another was difficult. But now you realized you took the little things like your little nightly FaceTime calls for granted.

Since the breakup, you managed to cleanse all of your socials from all occurrences with Jack. Neither of you put out an official statement of the breakup but your fans were able to assume correctly with the way you archived all of your photos together and stopped posting him and showing your support towards his shows.

Now you were sat in a dressing room, preparing to go on Ellen. Your publicist convinced you it was a good idea despite you actually hating the tv personnelle.

“Okay Y/N. You’re on in five,” an assistant spoke, you nodding to confirm.

Also in LA, Urban sat in the van with the tv on, waiting for your appearance on Ellen. Jack was off doing something in preparation for one of his shows later that night which had Urban confidentally use the massive tv rather than his phone.

To his luck, Jack barged right in the second you appeared on screen. Urban slightly panicked, searching for the remote which made Jack laugh at his best friend.

“You’re watching porn on the big screen now?” Jack teased as he toed off his shoes before he glanced up at the tv. “Oh,” he mumbled, his breath getting caught in his throat as he watched you and Ellen greet one another.

Urban instantly felt bad, his fingers finally finding the remote. “I Uh-I can turn it off.”

Jack quickly shook his head, “nah. It’s fine,” he said, plopping down onto the couch next to his best friend. “The fuck is she doing on Ellen? She fucking hates her,” he mumbled, crossing his arm as he watched curiously.

After sharing greetings and talking about your newest project, Ellen started to ask the invasive questions. You truly wished you could’ve avoided it but knowing her, you couldn’t.

“So you’re recently single right?” Ellen began. You licked your lips in annoyance before you shrugged nonchalantly, choosing not to say anything which only made Ellen smirk. “Its not a false assumption considering you deleted all of your photos with the rapper Jack Harlow.”

You sigh. “Well then you assume correctly,” was all you say.

Ellen hums in acknowledgment. “Are any of the rumours of why you broke up true?” she asked.

You shake your head. “None of them are true. It was just…bad timing,” you shrug, anxiously playing with your fingers. “I’d um…I’d honestly rather not talk about it,” you breathed out.

Jack continued to watch with a frown. “Bad timing? She didn’t even try to make things work between us!” he argued, mainly to himself. Urban sighed before he looked to Jack. “Dude if watching this is just gonna make you mad then let’s just go out—”

“I’m fine, Urb.”

Urban threw his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say.”

Back in the studio, Ellen continued on with her interrogation towards you. “Are you dating around?”

You shake your head and let out a small and almost mocking laugh. “Nah. It’s a bit insulting if I was able to move on that quick don’t you think? I’m working on myself too you know. Don’t think I can say the same about him though,” you mumble under your breath, referring to how multiple photos of Jack and other women were surfacing on the web post breakup. The catch was he wasn’t actually sleeping with any of them.

Ellen grinned, having felt successful at getting some pettiness out of you. “You’re right,” she chuckled. “But it’s been two months and you deserve happiness so…let’s play who’d you rather!”

You furrow your brows and nod slowly. “So what’s the objective?”

“I’ll show you two men and you choose who’d you rather go on a date with,” Ellen put simply. You nod in understanding before you lean back in your seat in preparation.

The screen shifts and presents two men. “Justin Bieber or Drake?” Ellen mused in question.

“Drake for sure,” you respond with a grin. “I love Toronto so he’d be taking me there,” you joke with a shrug.

Jack scoffed but remained silent as he continued to watch, his jaw clenched.

Drake remained on screen and Justin was then replaced by Shawn Mendes. “Hm still Drake,” you confirm. Ellen nods and the next pair showed up.

“Ooh okay…are you still with Drake or are you choosing Chris Evans?” she smirked. Your eyes widened and a small laugh escapes you. “Ooh this one is tough…Chris Evans is really cute,” you think aloud.

“He’s an older man,” Ellen points out. You shrug, “sometimes you need that maturity,” you muse, indirectly insulting Jack. “So I’m choosing Chris.”

Ellen smirked. “Chris or Bryson Tiller?”

“Ooh Bryson is so fine.” You say without hesitation. “But he’s taken and I love his girlfriend so I think I’ll stick to Chris.”

The next photo that appears puts Chris against Jacob Elordi. Eyes widening slightly, you pause a moment for contemplation. “Damn…I think I’m leaning towards Jacob,” you confess with a small blush. “I like how tall he is and his accent is to die for…” you swoon. “He’s definetly very attractive. I wouldn’t mind going on a date with him,” you shrug.

The game continues and you stay persistent with your choice being Jacob which has Jack fuming to say the least.

Rolling his eyes, Jack stood up abruptly. “Fuck this,” he muttered, shaking his head and walking away.

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“Jack Harlow! Thank you for joining us today,” the male radio host mused. Jack smiled politely and nodded, “thanks for having me,” he said back.

“Okay now we’ll definetly get into your upcoming album and the making of it but first…I think we all collectively want to know the tea,” the man smirked.

Jack let out a small laugh before he shrugged nonchalantly. “Shoot man. What you wanna know?” he asked, leaning back in his seat confidentially.

“You and Y/N man…what happened with that? It got messy real quick.”

Jack let out a sigh. “It is what it is,” he shrugged. “Aight but who broke up with who? Cos she’s moved on pretty quick—”

“She broke up with me…for some shitty ass reasons too. But I gotta clarify and clear my name cos some people think I cheated but I didn’t. I loved her too damn much to do that to her,” he mumbled, looking away momentarily and clearing his throat.

The interviewer furrowed his brows. “So why y’all break up then?”

“She wanted more attention then I could give her,” he shrugged. “Nothing nasty happened. It’s just life.”

The interviewer examined Jack’s reaction a moment before he asked the next question. “You still in love with her?”

Jack let out a sarcastic laugh. “All ima say—haven’t been laid in a hot minute. Can’t seem to get it up for anyone but her,” he joked.

When fans caught wind that Jack was still in love with you and couldn’t move on, some hated you for it while others encouraged him to win you back.

He wanted so badly to text you or reach out in any way but he never did. Partly due to the fact that he didn’t want to lose his dignity but the other factor being that he thought you’d reject him. You did break up with him after all.

After hearing about Jack’s interview, you became desperate for him. Nothing serious ended up happening with Jacob and it was mainly because Jack was still on your mind 24/7 and after hearing he still loved you—you wanted him back.

When his album released, you listened to it the second it hit midnight, a mix of anxiety and excitement present as you heard it. By the end of it, you were so incredibly proud of him.

At that moment, you decided to just bite the bullet and text him. You had missed him so much and you thought maybe this was your only chance.

You: Hey J. I just heard the album. I’m so fucking proud of you. I know how hard you worked on it and it shows. It’s a masterpiece.

Neelam saw Jack’s phone ding and light up with a notification and she couldn’t help but glance to see who it was. When she did, her eyes widened.

“Who is it?” Jack asked, munching happily on some chips. Neelam licked her lips and cringed slightly. “It’s Y/N…but I think you should ignore her text—”

Neelam barely had the chance to finish her sentence before he snatched the phone off of the coffee table, his eyes widening. His heart rate picked up as he read the text over and over, a smile making its way onto his lips. Noticing this, Neelam let out a sigh. “Jack she’s only gonna hurt you again if you text back,” she warned.

“She won’t,” he defied stubbornly. “And it’s none of your business,” he mumbled, slipping out of the room and heading into a more private one. He bit his lip as he contemplated how to respond to your text.

Jack: You in LA?

You: Yeah. Until the end of the month

Jack: I’m doing a meet and greet tomorrow. Come over to my hotel after I’m done?

You: I’d like that a lot

Jack grinned upon reading your reply. It felt like he was on cloud nine in that moment, the giddiness overtaking his entire being. He quickly sent you the details and for the first time in a while, Jack went to bed excited for the next day.

As you approach the hotel Jack was staying at, your nerves were getting the better of you. You contemplated one too many times if you should turn back but you wanted to see him more than anything.

The second Jack heard your knocks, he immediately swung open the door. Both your breaths got caught in your lungs as you stared at one another. It had been too long for either or your likings.

Without missing a beat, you instantly throw yourself into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” you breath out into the crook of his neck. Jack took the opportunity to embrace you back, his heart beating wildly at you being in his arms again. “Miss you too mamas.”

Eventually he takes the step to pull away with a small smile on his lips. He takes your hand and leads you into the hotel room, the two of you taking a seat on the edge of the king sized bed.

You both sit in this half awkward half comfortable silence before he decided to speak. “So um…you and Jacob?” he mumbled in question, looking down at his feet.

Your brows furrowed and you shook your head. “We went on like two dates but nothing happened.”

“But you wanted something to happen right?”

“What? No,” you respond back firmly. “Was too hung up on you still to allow anything more to happen.”

Jack scoffed, “but you obviously wanted something to happen though? Y’all looked real close in the photos that came out,” he said lowly. “If you were still hung up on me then you wouldn’t have gone out with him.”

You take in a sharp breath as your eyes narrowed at him. “Did you ask me to come here for you to argue and get your frustration out or something?”

Jack let out a defeated sigh as he ran a hand through his curls. “I still love you,” he confessed, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. “And it hurt me so much that you moved on so quickly.”

Your hand instantly reaches for his, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Except I didn’t move on. I tried because I thought it would make me feel better but I promise you Jack nothing happened. I couldn’t bare the thought of being with someone other than you,” you said softly, looking into his baby blue eyes. “Because I still love you too. But I couldn’t keep going with this relationship being one sided. It wasn’t fair.”

“You keep saying one sided like I fell out of love with you or something,” Jack said in offence, his brows furrowed.

“It’s what it would’ve turned in to,” you said. “Jack-baby it got to the point where we barely talked. You stopped doing all the little things that I loved- you stopped caring completely. I put in so much more effort than you did. Was I supposed to wait until you really did fall out of love with me or found pleasure in someone else?” you asked, not having even realized that you had begun crying.

Jack instantly cupped your cheeks with his larger hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs as he looked at you with pure determination in his features. “I promise you I’ll do better. I’ll stop blowing off your family and I won’t miss any more anniversaries and I’ll call you every fucking day like it’s a religious obligation. I’ll be the boyfriend you deserve,” he promised. “Just be mine again,” he practically begged.

“I’ve always been yours,” you say, smiling softly before you eagerly sealed the deal by pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. Jack kissed back with fever, the two of you desperately clawing at each other to get even closer if possible. You moaned softly into the kiss as Jack laid you both down on the king sized bed, his hands running down your hot body, making butterflies erupt in your stomach and for the wetness to pool between your thighs.

“I love you so much,” he groaned against your mouth, pressing his clothed hard on against your thigh.

“I need you Jack.”

“Fuck—never thought I’d ever hear you say that again,” he mumbled softly, pressing a tender kiss to your lips again. “So let me make you feel good,” he whispered, licking his lips before smirking and inching his way further down your body.

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