#And I find writing one-shots easy and fun lol so I might as well do it for a little extra on the side

[thewolfofthestars]

Psspspspsps heyyy tf2 fandom do u want me to write something for you

Welcome to ask for NSFW, kink, gore, whump, fluff, OCs, AUs, self-ships, self-inserts, x readers, and more!

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[wendylianmartin]

hi!! do you have any tips for anybody who wants to create a webcomic?

hope you’re doing well! :3

Well if you want to make a comic you probably already have an idea in mind so go ahead and make that one ;)

It’s usually good advice to make a shorter comic first but just jump in and make any comic you want. 👍

I recommend making a collection or mood board consisting of other comics you really like so you can examine them and see how each artists handles transitions, speech bubble placement, framing etc. it can give you a lot of ideas and inspiration.

Another fun thing is to try doing some ‘test’ pages. If it’s not ‘the official comic’ in your mind then it might encourage you to experiment a bit and you can figure out how you want to do the colors and lineart and such.

Random tips that come to mind:

-don’t get stuck doing only ‘close up shots’ it’s a good idea to have at least one panel on each page (or at least every 5 panels) that is zoomed out a bit so you can see a full shot of your characters and some background.

-if the scene changes to a new area it’s a good idea to start with an establishing shot with a big background image that shows off the new area.

-don’t avoid the things you’re bad at drawing. Purposely write your weaknesses into the story so you can get better at drawing them.

-pay attention to the kind of angles you’re drawing your characters at. If you notice you’re only drawing a front or side view it can be fun to try more dynamic shots like one from overhead or one from below.

-readability is important so make sure you pick a font that’s easy to read and make sure the text isn’t too small. (Try comparing the size and readability to other well known comics to give yourself a reference.)

-use references a lot and as much as you can. It might seem like the effort of finding a reference picture will make the drawing process longer but I find that it speeds up my drawing process A LOT. I’ll struggle to draw a hand from memory and keep deleting it but as soon as I just take a pic of my own hand to look at I’ll have it drawn in 30 seconds lol.

-don’t stress over anything I’ve said here and just have fun drawing. At the end of the day, all that matters is that you’re making comics because that’s the only way to get better at them 👍

[watchmegetobsessed]

BULLETPROOF

A/N: *screams in excitement* its here!!! its finally here!!! im so happy i finally got to finish a longer fic without hitting rockbottom with it. this one was very easy to write, i think i was heavily inspired by the night agent series on netflix lol now im very excited for yall to read it!!

WORD COUNT: 12.5k

WARNING: gun use, getting shot, blood, stalking, bullying

SUMMARY: Being Eroda's first daughter is not all sunshine and rainbows. It's tough out there when people are so fast to judge you and turn their back on you. But there is one person who's been there for you all along. Your bodyguard, Harry.

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The wine is nice. The salad is tragic, probably the worst you’ve ever had. You wonder how dessert will turn out to be, could be good or poisonous at this point.

The company?

Well, at least he is not staring at your breasts.

Going out with Jaiden sounded a lot more fun when he asked you out in the library, but now that you’ve been listening to him speak for the past thirty-two minutes, you’re counting it, he appears to be just another douche who wants to brag about you at the next frat party. He probably thinks he is doing well and he might get lucky once you leave the restaurant, but there are two reasons why that won’t happen.

One, you spotted some tomato sauce on his left hand before he left to the restroom and when he came back it was still there, he did not wash his hands and then touched the garlic bread. You’ve pushed the basket out of your view discreetly after that. It’s already a very strong point, but the second one is the real deal.

There is absolutely no way the three agents, one by the door, one by the window and one at two tables from you would be okay with assisting to your hookup. Well, it’s not that they would have a choice, if you think of it. But think about it: even if he weren’t a pig, this is how it would go.

Arriving to Jaiden’s building you would be told to wait outside with Morrison, while Jackson and Styles go up and check out Jaiden’s place. Then they would come down to get you. If the mood weren’t dead by this point, you’d have to go up and start the action with one agent down in front of the building, one by the front door and then the worst, you just know Styles would stand by the bedroom door like a statue, listening closely to everything happening inside.

Then when it would be over you’d have to leave with the three men around you and return to your place. Madness. Pure comedy.

“What do you think?”

Jaiden’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts about the ridiculous daydream of tonight and you realize you have no idea what he’s been talking about in the last seven minutes.

“Um, sorry?” you clear your throat, reaching for the wine.

“I was asking you about how…”

You look over his shoulder and spot Styles through the glass door, zoning out of the conversation in record time.

He is wearing civil clothes, all three of the agents are, that was the deal when you’re out somewhere, with friends or on a date which happen once in a leap year, to be honest. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with a black bomber jacket over, simple, dark jeans and trainers. You wonder if this is actually his style, if this is how he dresses when he is not on duty, when he is running errands or meeting up with his friends for drinks. You only see him when he is responsible for protecting you at all cost, he’s been head of your security team for the past two years and it’s been a rollercoaster of a ride.

He was a real pain in the ass at the beginning, he would jump at every possible noise, he dragged you out of class once because someone’s pen clicked louder than the usual. Fuck, you lost count of the times you screamed at him, asking what was his problem, if he lost his mind and every time he just stood there, like a fucking rock and then just nodded at the end and carried on with his nonsense.

It took some time and lots of communication to find balance. You realized he would never listen to you when you’re screaming from the top of your lungs and you had to accept that he is just doing his job. So you sat down with him and your father, the president of Eroda to talk about boundaries.

Things have been better since then and the two of you actually work well together. Most of the times.

He was next to you at every major event, ups and downs, he drove you home after you confronted your last serious boyfriend about how he cheated on you with three different girls, you sobbed like a baby and couldn’t even open the lock on your front door. He took the keys gently from your hand and did it for you. When you woke up in the morning the fridge was stocked with your favorites. You never asked, but you know he did it.

He has attended concerts and parties with you, shadowing you even when you had to get tampons in the middle of the night. You bet he knows what brand and size you use too at this point. As much as he’d gotten on your nerves millions of times… you like the guy. He is straight forward, always speaks his mind if asked, he sees things in a very rational way. He’s ambitious and hard-working and most of all, trustworthy.

He might actually be your best friend.

How tragic, you consider your head of security to be your best friend! This must be the end here…

“You’re really not listening, are you?” Jaiden laughs, but it’s dry, he looks pissed when you look back at him.

“Sorry, it’s been… a long week. And honestly, I kind of lost interest when you started talking about football, since I know nothing about it.”

“Wow, okay, so what were you expecting? Brainstorming about possible ways to stop the climate change?” he scoffs and you actually think about just standing up and leaving.

“No, but on a date you usually talk about things you both like. I guess we have nothing in common, then. So why don’t we—“

“You really know how to make people feel stupid.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows shoot up, this is getting interesting.

“Just because daddy runs the country, doesn’t mean you’re above us all. Don’t have to be such a snob.”

“Oh, it wasn’t even me being a snob,” you retort with a forced smile as you grab your bag from the table and from the corner of your eyes you already see the agents moving. “It’s been a lovely evening, but I think we’re better as… I would say friends, but it wouldn’t be true. Bye, Jaiden.”

You stand and plan to march past him to meet Morrison and Jackson to head out, but Jaiden is not done, it seems. He jumps to his feet and his hand grabs your upper arm, pulling you back. He barely just opens his mouth when Hell breaks loose.

Morrison is first to get his hands on him, yanking him away from you while Jackson tears his hand off you, then it gets twisted behind him and Styles arrives, smacking your date up against the wall.

The whole restaurant is staring at you and you just want the ground to open beneath you.

You stop at your front door out of instinct, already knowing they have to sweep through the place before you could enter. Styles stands beside you and waits for Morrison and Jackson to return. When it’s confirmed you walk in, a blank look on your face.

“Have a nice night, guys. Thank you for tonight,” you tell them in a robotic voice. Morrison and Jackson says good night and you hear the door closing, but you know you’re not alone.

Styles stands by the door and you can feel him watching your every move as you put your heels away and take your earrings out.

“Are you gonna give me a lecture about choosing guys more wisely?” you ask, finally facing him. He’s standing with his hands clasped together at the front, his usual pose, but it’s a bit odd without his usual suit.

“No,” he answers shortly and you wait for him to say whatever is on his mind. “Just wanted to ask if you’re alright.”

“My arm is fine, you don’t ha—“

“I wasn’t asking about your arm.”

You stare back at him in silence, everything just dawns on you all at once and your chest feels like burning.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you breathe out, but then a tear rolls down your face.

You see the change in him instantly. His eyes soften as he walks over to you, his gaze frantically searching your face, probably trying to figure out what to do. They don’t tell agents how to deal with young, crying women who feel like they are going to die alone.

“I’m fine, really,” you say again and he pulls out a tissue from his pocket, handing it over to you.

“He was a douche. Don’t take it too seriously.”

“How many disastrous dates have I been on in the past year?” you ask with a shaking voice. He doesn’t answer, just clenches his jaw. “You know damn well that it was my eleventh. You were there at all of them. I can’t help but start to think that something must be wrong with me and not with them.”

“Nothing is wrong with you. They were… weird guys. They were the problem, not you.”

“So then it’s just my taste that’s trash, right?” you let out a bitter laugh, hoping that making fun of yourself would help, but it doesn’t. It never does.

“Finding the right person is hard. You have to give it time.”

“I’m impatient, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I have. The first day I met you.”

There it is.

That teeny tiny smile that barely just curls up the corners of his mouth but it drives you insane. Because it’s so rare, it’s so intimate and every time you see it the urge to kiss it gets harder and harder.

Yes, it’s such a cliché, but you do have a crush on your bodyguard. You fought it, you really did, but one day you had to realize there’s nothing you can do about it. Now you’re just trying to live with it but moments like this make it really hard not to overstep certain boundaries. For one, you really shouldn’t have feelings for someone whose job is to protect your life at all cost. Your father would have a heart attack if he found out you’re hooking up with an agent. And two… he might be nice to you, a real friend, but you feel like there’s no way he would ever feel the same way about you. Hell, sometimes, on your worse days you even question his friendship. What if it’s all just the job for him? To take care of your fragile little soul?

You’re awfully lonely.

“Get some rest, you have an 8 am class in the morning.”

He steps back and the smile is gone just like that.

“Yes sir!” you salute him, to which you just get a bored look before he takes one last look around and walks out to check in with the night shift agents outside your door.

You’d rather spend this Saturday evening locked up in your bedroom, watching Criminal Minds and eating popcorn, but tonight is one of those occasions where you have to make an official appearance as the president’s daughter.

You’ve definitely woken up on the wrong side of the bed, nothing went as you planned so far and you even had a fight with Styles because he ended your morning run earlier when a group of obnoxious fratboys appeared on the football field next to the running track and they accidentally threw a ball in your way.

You have not talked to him since, haven’t even seen him, but you know for a fact he will be coming with you tonight. He is there at every official event, never missing one.

There’s a soft knock on the front door just when you’ve finished getting dressed. You shuffle over to the door and opening you find yourself facing Styles in his usual suit, a change from the workout clothes he wore in the morning.

Fuck, you want to act grumpy still, but he looks especially good with slightly more tamed than usually and he is freshly shaven.

“Ready to go?” he asks.

“Not yet. Come and help me, please,” you say as you turn around, but you notice he is not following you. “Come on, I won’t bite your head off.”

With a tiny frown he finally moves and follows you into your bedroom where you grab the diamond necklace you want to wear tonight.

“Can you put it on, please?”

He takes the necklace, holding it so gently, you have never seen him handle something with so much care.

Maybe only you.

You turn around and hold your hair up as he reaches around your neck and you bit back a moan when his fingers brush against your collarbone. He fidgets with the clasp for a few moments before taking a step back once it’s done.

“Do you think I can make an early Irish exit tonight?” you ask, stepping into your heels and he offers you a hand that you gladly take to help the process. Once you’re done you head out, Styles following you right behind.

“Don’t think the president would appreciate it.”

“Oh, I know him well, I think I can have a pass from him.”

It’s another event where you feel absolutely useless, you’re just there so your father could show off.

“…And this is my daughter, Y/N. She is studying law!... She is top of her class, yes… Isn’t she a lovely young woman?...”

The smile on your face starts to hurt when you decide to take a break from all the guests that you know nothing about but they all seem to be very familiar with you.

“I’m gonna go out for a bit,” you tell Styles who’s been your shadow all night, three other agents watching your every step as well from different points of the room.

“Let me che—“

“I think there’s no danger out on the balcony, everyone has been thoroughly checked here, I’ll be fine for five minutes.”

You have a staring match for a minute where he weighs in on your words before finally nodding.

“Five minutes,” he says, opening the door for you.

“Start the fucking clock,” you mumble under your breath.

As you stand by the railing, staring out into the night you feel more deflated than ever. Like you’ve lost every ounce of energy and the urge to just scream is quite tempting. This is not the life you dreamed of, but it is what your father always wanted and you sometimes feel like a terrible daughter for being so displeased. You do have privileges others would never get to experience, but you’ve never felt lonelier and more out of place. The way here showed you how shallow your friendships have been, now only have about three people you consider your friend and one is your bodyguard, one is studying in Switzerland and the third is… Wait, there’s no third. That’s it, you have two friends.

You hear Styles stepping closer and you already know what he is about to say.

“I know my time is up, but if you dare to remind me, I’m pushing you off this balcony.”

Turning around you face him, ready to fight him for some more time, but you’re surprised to see him with that tiny smile on his face.

“You’re really moody today,” he states, but it’s not one of those smartass comments he usually makes, he is teasing you.

“Surprising?”

“A little bit. Are you… Are you still upset about your date?” His face turns serious.

“I was never upset about the date specifically. I was upset because… Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Stop being so fucking polite,” you groan.

“I can’t be rude to you, I would lose my job.”

“You’ve been rude to me on several occasions! Especially at the beginning!” you accuse him.

“I was never rude. I was honest.”

“Jesus, you are so annoying,” you roll your eyes that earns a smirk from him.

“That’s not my job, but I tend to be that often.”

“I might be moody, but you’re awfully cheeky tonight. What’s gotten into you?”

You head back inside, Styles following you.

“Don’t know, guess I’m just in a good mood.”

“Alright, then I’ll need a drink to put up with this new side of yours.”

And that’s what you did, but you didn’t stop at one drink. You didn’t plan to, but you successfully got so drunk Styles had to rescue you out of the venue before your father saw you. After all, you did make an Irish exit.

In the car you can tell Harry is not in the same good mood, he looks rather pissed as he drives you back home, constantly checking the mirrors to see if Morrison and Jackson are behind you.

“Aw, did I make your job harder?” you pout, but then start laughing as you look at his hard stare. His profile looks annoyingly beautiful and you just want to draw the slope of his nose with your finger.

“No, but it would have been nice if I didn’t have to bring you out through the back door on my shoulder, because you kept running away.”

You start laughing as he recites what happened just about fifteen minutes ago when he was trying to chase you down to get you into the car and away from anyone that could ruin your father’s political career if they saw his daughter running around drunk.

“Don’t be so pissed, your eyebrows will glue together one day, you pull the together way too much,” you snort out a laugh as you slide lower in your seat.

It’s an hour long drive and of course, you fall asleep soon. When you open your eyes next, you see that you’re already in the garage of your building.

“Come on, you need to get to bed.” Styles opens the car door, but you’re still half drunk and half asleep, so you just mumble something and close your eyes back. “Y/N, you can’t spend the night in the car.”

“Says who?” you breathe out.

For a few seconds nothing happens and you start drifting back to sleep when you feel an arm behind your back and one under your knees. You faintly realize that you’re being carried up to your apartment and when you force yourself to open your eyes, you realize that it’s Styles.

“Mm, is this also in your job description?” you groggily tease him, barely able to keep your eyes open. “Mr. Styles. Harry. Can I… call you that?”

“Call me whatever you want,” he answers and then waits in front of the apartment while it’s checked out. With the last bits of your energy you study his face that’s now dangerously up close. He is carrying you like you weigh nothing, his strong hold keeping you safe.

“Oh, don’t tell me stuff like that,” you chuckle, your eyes closing as you push down a yawn. You hear the agents coming out of your apartment, saying it’s clear before Harry starts walking again and a few moments later you’re laid down on your bed.

“You have to change, Y/N,” he tells you, pulling your heels off your sore feet. Groaning, you sit up and he helps you up to a standing position before turning around to walk out, but you stop him, pulling him back by his hand.

“I can’t get this off alone,” you say, nodding down at your dress. You catch the hesitation in his eyes as he weighs in the situation and steps back at last.

You turn around and move your hair so he can access the zipper. He doesn’t move instantly and you’re almost about to turn around when you finally feel his touch on your back. He places one hand to your shoulder blade, holding the dress in place while he pulls the zipper down with the other.

Slowly.

So slowly, it’s almost like foreplay.

Especially since you have no bra underneath, so the lower he gets the more skin he is able to see. The silky dress loosens around your body and you know he is looking at your bare back. With one hand you keep the dress to your chest, but the other one lets go of your hair as you turn back around to face him. 

The alcohol is working eagerly in your system and you’re feeling blunt and risky as you hold your chin high with a half smirk.

“Where did your cheekiness go, Harry?”

“I’m gonna go now.” He gulps hard as he backs away towards the door, but you follow him.

“Am I that scary? That you’re running away?”

“Y/N, stop.” He looks into your eyes as he finally stops and his green irises appear dangerously dark as he stares back at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug innocently as you keep walking towards him until you’re just inches away from his chest. “Have you never thought of me like that?”

He doesn’t answer, but you don’t see disgust on his face and it’s enough for you to keep pushing.

“Because I have. Several times. On nights when I knew you were outside and then other times when I didn’t know where you were but I was hoping you were thinking of me.”

He is still completely silent, though his eyes are throwing fireworks your way when one of the straps of your dress slips down your shoulder.

“I want you and I want you to want me too, Harry,” you whisper as you move even closer, your hand that’s holding your dress pushing to his chest while the other moves up to the base of his neck. His skin is burning and you’re desperate to feel it underneath his crispy dress shirt too. 

But before you could close the gap, he pulls back and it’s like a slap across your face.

“Go to bed, Y/N. You need to sleep.”

“But think about it, you could brag about fucking the president’s daughter, wouldn’t you want that? You’d be the man, Harry.”

Your words are like venom as you look at him, your chest heaving, your heart hammering under your hand. 

“Stop talking before you say something you might regret,” he warns you.

“So you’re not man enough to fuck me? How should I trust you with my life then if you can’t even make me come?” you call after him when he is already out of the bedroom.

He freezes and the words sink in as you stare at the back of his head. You expect him to turn around and lecture you, to tell you how cheap you sounded, but instead he just walks out of the apartment and leaves you to your spiraling, drunk thoughts.

You realize you never actually knew panic and terror until you wake up the next morning, realizing what you did last night. That you have to face Harry after you almost begged him to fuck you and then said he is not man enough to be your guard because he didn’t have sex with you.

You have an afternoon yoga class on Sunday that you very much consider canceling on just so you don’t have to face Harry, but you can’t hide in your apartment forever, you’d have to meet him again sooner or later. So when it’s time for you to leave and you hear the knock on your door you open it with shaking hands, relief washing over you instantly when you find DeLuca standing in front of you, no trace of Harry.

That means you have some more time to figure out how to deal with the situation you got yourself into. Yoga actually helps you find some peace of mind, but only until you leave and catch on Jackson’s radio before getting into the car, Harry’s voice asking for a report.

He is working and he’ll be at your apartment, meaning that you have to go through the most awkward situation ever in about fifteen minutes. 

It all happens as if you were in a movie. Arriving at the garage Jackson opens the door for you, DeLuca rounds the car and right at that moment the doors to the elevator swing open and Harry walks out with two other agents. Your mouth goes dry and you’re getting ready to fake your death, but things take a turn then.

“DeLuca, take her to the second floor, it’s been cleared. Jackson, Morrow, come with us.” Harry instructs the agents and you realize something is wrong.

“What? What’s happening?” 

There’s an apartment on the second floor for the agents, like their own little headquarter and it’s usually the safe place they take you to whenever something looks suspicious. Harry looks at you, worry etched onto his face as he places a hand to your back and leads you over to DeLuca.

“There’s been a security alert while you were away, we need to check the whole building.”

“Alert? What kind?” 

“Someone tried to get into your place,” is all he says before he passes you over to DeLuca and disappears with the other agents.

The time you spend on the second floor feels like forever, but it’s actually only twelve minutes. They sweep through the whole building and check the system, trying to find out what happened, but the cameras only caught a man in a black hoodie who stopped at your door, fidgeted with the lock for a while but couldn’t get in so he left. When it’s safe for you to return to your own place you’re walked back by two agents, but the tension is still thick. 

You hear Harry doubling the agents for the rest of the day and night and he checks your apartment one last time himself again when his phone rings and you know it’s your dad calling from the tone he answers the call.

“Yes, sir. Passing the phone over,” Harry says after the briefing of the situation and then holds the phone out to you.

“Dad?”

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I wasn’t here.”

“Alright. We’ll have some extra agents around you for a while. I know you don’t like the guardedam, but we have to do it until we find out who it was.”

“Okay.”

You talk a little more and then you give the phone back to Harry, because your dad wants to have a few words with him. He listens carefully for a while and then walks out of the apartment, leaving you wondering what else there could be, but your dad could be a little too overprotective, so you’re sure he is just fussing about the situation.

You’ve just finished making yourself a cup of tea when Harry returns. He would never admit it, but you can tell this incident is stressing him out. 

“Everything alright with my dad? He didn’t tell you off or anything, right?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “But you won’t like what I’m going to say. You need to have an agent in here with you until we get to the bottom of this situation.”

“Will it be you?” The question rolls off your tongue before you could even think about it. 

“If you want me, yes.”

“I feel the safest with you.”

It’s the truth. Even though the things you told him, screamed at him, don’t agree, he is still the one you trust the most around here to have in your apartment with you.

“Okay,” he nods. “I have to talk to the team, so–”

“Wait!” you stop him from leaving, knowing well you need to have this conversation. Swallowing hard you leave the tea on the kitchen counter and round the island to get closer to him, but still keep some distance. “I want to… I want to apologize for last night. My behavior was… Unforgivable.”

“No need to apologize.”

“Don’t bullshit me,” you give him a hard look. “I had too much to drink, I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking. So… I’m sorry.”

He stares back at you for seconds that feel like forever before he finally nods and you know it’s not just a meaningless reaction to get you out of his hair.

“Okay.”

“We’re… we’re good?”

“Yes. But I really need to go now.”

“Alright,” you clear your throat as you watch him walk towards the door, but he turns back one last time. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.”

And with that, he is off to do his job.

You spend the rest of Sunday studying and you get so focused on your textbooks and notes that you totally forget about Harry’s return and you don’t even notice it. So when you wander out of your bedroom after your brain has been fried from everything you studied, you almost scream when you see Harry standing in the living room by the window.

“Holy shit!” you snap a hand to your chest to calm your racing heart.

“What happened?” He moves fast like a cat, instantly checking the room for possible dangers.

“Nothing happened, I just… forgot you’d be here,” you admit with a soft chuckle as you head out to the kitchen. “It’s kind of creepy how you’re just standing there.”

“I can see the street from here as well,” he answers, as if it was such an obvious thing to say.

As you move around the kitchen, heating some leftovers up you catch him looking at you, or to be more precise, your legs that are almost completely bare thanks to the cotton shorts you’re wearing. 

Last night was a disaster, but now that the shame has settled in you, something else has been lingering in the back of your mind. The sense of hesitation you experienced when you were trying to seduce him embarrassing yourself has been on your mind. How he didn’t move away instantly, how it looked like he was fighting himself, so it gives you the idea that a tiny part of him does look at you the same way you look at him. 

The way he is looking you up is another boost to the theory. 

“Any news about the intruder?” you casually ask, ignoring his stare that quickly slips away from you when you speak up.

“Not yet. But we’re working on it.”

“Do you think… it’s something serious? Like someone is after me?” Leaning onto the kitchen island you play with the spoon in your hand as you look at him, waiting for his response.

“I wouldn’t go into guessing. I’m more of a–”

“Of a fan of factual planning, I know,” you finish his sentence with a smile. You’ve heard it from him several times, word by word.

Grabbing the bowl you round the island and stop a few feet away from him.

“I really do trust you, Harry. With my life.”

You feel like you had to let him know again after last night. The way you questioned his ability to protect you was not fair, he gave you no reason to believe he is not the best person for the job. There’s a reason why he is head of the team.

“Thank you,” is all he says. He is back to his distant self that only focuses on work. You know in times like this it’s better to play by the rules and retreat.

“I’m gonna head to bed soon. Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

Everything falls back to a somewhat normal routine. Following the incident your team almost doubles, but nothing actually happens and the building’s security system gets an update so three weeks later you’re back to your usual with only slight changes. 

Like how there’s an agent in your living room during the night.

There was a discussion about positioning someone inside your apartment and they explained to you why it’s better to have someone with you during the night. You understood and agreed to do it under one condition: you have to approve of the agents that can take the position. There are three of them and of course, Harry is in that team.

He’s been taking up the inside position as much as he can. He never asked you, but maybe he figured you know him the best and feel the most comfortable with him inside.

Most of the time he hangs out in the living room. He doesn’t stand by the window all the time, you’ve caught him sitting in the armchair, walking around, stretching his limbs. To make it less miserable for him you spend a lot of time in front of the TV, mostly to hopefully entertain him at least a bit now that he’s stuck with you more than ever. For days, he didn’t even look at the screen, but lately you’ve caught him following the show several times, so you’re religiously keeping this habit up. 

The awkwardness has faded, but it definitely taught you a lesson. You better not get drunk when Harry is around and that’s like… all the time. 

Everything seems to be back to it’s extraordinary normal that you’ve been used to for the past few years. 

Today is a special day, however. You’ve been part of a case study competition, your criminal law professor suggested you enter and you’ve worked insanely hard on your case for the past three months that earned you first place. They are holding a little award ceremony today and it will finally be your moment. You will be in the spotlight because of something you worked hard for and not because your father is the leader of the country. 

He promised to be there and watch you accept your well-deserved award and you’re excited to make him proud. 

You started the day early and channeled your excitement into a long morning run before spending the noon at a salon to get your hair and nails done for the occasion. You might be the president’s daughter, but you’re a woman after all and you love a good pampering before an event. 

Now you’re sitting in you closet, trying to figure out what to wear, all the outfits you’ve tried on but decided against are lying on the floor around you in piles. You start to think you should have gone shopping, but then you find the perfect dress, a simple, but elegant black dress with a deeper back cut. You pair them with a pair of designer heels and some statement earrings to bring some light into this quite dark set and you’re all done. 

When you walk out of the bedroom Harry is standing by the window in his usual black suit white shirt attire. His eyes snap over to you and this time he can’t hide how he checks you out from head to toe. You can feel the heat crawling up your neck to your cheeks and ears.

“What do you think?” you ask, giving him a twirl.

“You look… very professional,” he answers. It’s not what you expected, but you know he meant it in the best possible way.

“Has my dad’s plane landed?”

“I haven’t gotten any news from his team yet, but I’m sure he’ll be there on time. Shall we leave?”

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling out of breath. An unsettling feeling sinks into your gut, but you brush it off as Harry helps you put on your coat and you leave the apartment in the ring of agents.

Because of your attendance, the event’s security has been obviously raised and a group of agents have been at the venue long before your arrival, checking every corner so when you’re finally there you can walk in without having to wait in the car. 

The competition had several different fields so there will be more students awarded today, the room is full of winners, their proud professors and parents as well. You take your assigned seat and nervously look around, searching for any sign of your father, but there’s none, so you’re left with just waiting.

It’s killing you, so you text him but you get no response. He should have landed by now to make it in time, his silence is raising concern in you now.

“Harry? Can you please reach my father’s security team?” you ask and nodding he takes a few steps back as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. 

Something is off, you can feel it in your guts and you fucking hate it. It takes forever for Harry to turn back to you, right when everyone starts clapping, because the dean has entered the stage to start the ceremony, but you’re only looking at Harry.

“What did they say?”

“Y/N, he is… He is not coming.”

“What?” It feels like a punch in your stomach and you wish Harry would say it’s just a joke, that he is about to walk in any moment, but the look on his face tells you it’s the truth.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you whisper as you turn back to face the stage, your throat closing up while you fight your tears.

It was the first thing you asked from him in so long. You’ve been there for him every step of the way and today you just needed your father to be here and be proud of you, but he ditched you. There’s been an ongoing joke on the internet that it will always be the country before you for your dad and you even laughed about it before, but now it’s your cruel reality.

You watch the winners get called on the stage one by one and the willingness to do the same dies in you with every passing moment. 

“Y/N?” Harry taps your shoulder and you snap out of your thoughts only to realize your name has been called. 

“Fuck,” you mumble as you stand from your seat, three agents moving with you, taking their places as you walk up to the stage and shake hands with the dean. Every first place winner has said a few words, so now it’s your turn at the microphone, but it’s like you’ve forgotten how to talk. Looking around you see the sea of faces, everyone is waiting for you to finally say something. Your eyes land on Harry and he gives you a tiny nod and somehow you find your voice.

You manage to say a few sentences about the importance of your study and thank the school for the opportunity before you walk off the stage. You’re expected to return to your seat, but instead, you’re heading to the restroom.

The dam breaks and tears start rolling down your face. You completely ignore the protocol, that an agent has to check the room before you enter and a hand pulls you back before you could rush into the ladies room.

“Y/N, I need to–”

“I don’t want to have the fucking toilet checked, I want to have some fucking privacy!” you snap at him, tears rolling down your face and you’re very close to start sobbing like a child. Harry looks back at you with shock on his face, this time he can’t even mask it, probably because he has never seen you like this.

“Okay, but–”

You don’t wait for him to finish, just push your way inside and don’t stop until you reach a sink that you can lean onto, the sobs finally erupting from your chest. 

Betrayal, disappointment and helplessness wash over you, pulling you right into a possible emotional breakdown, though you’re still fighting it as you open the tap and splash some cold water into your face.

You didn’t realize Harry followed you inside, so when you feel a hand on your back you almost get a heart attack.

“Hey, it’s just me, it’s okay,” Harry holds his palms up when you jump back, gasping for air because of the panic and crying at the same time.

“I s-said I-I wanted p-privacy!” you sob shaking your head.

“I can’t just let you walk in here alone when you can barely breathe!”

“I don’t want to do this! I don’t fucking want to do this!” you cry, leaning your back against the cold, tiled wall as you let yourself fall apart for the first time in forever. You’ve been trying to be calm and collected as much as possible, but so much has piled up on you that your father not showing up was the last straw, the cherry on top.

“Y/N, calm down, take a deep breath, okay?” Harry tries to calm you down, but you just keep shaking your head and sobbing. 

“He didn’t come! It was the only thing… I asked from him!”

“I’m sure he has a reason to–”

“I don’t fucking care! He doesn’t care about me! No one fucking does! I’m just… I have no one left! No one!”

“Don’t say that, Y/N. There are people who care about you.”

“Who? Who cares about me!” you scream at him, finally looking into his eyes and his gaze pierces into yours as he answers.

“Me. I care about you.”

“It’s your fucking job to protect me, it’s not the same!”

Your chest is heaving and you must look like a complete mess, but at this moment nothing really matters. Harry looks back at you like you just seriously hurt his feelings, like what you said was just as disappointing as your father not showing up. Long moments pass by without him saying anything and you start to think he’ll just walk out like he did that night you got drunk, but then he steps closer, definitely crossing the line of comfortable distance.

“If you think you’re just a job to me, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you beg in a whisper.

“Don’t call me a fucking liar,” he snaps back and it’s the first time you hear him swear. His pupils have swallowed his irises and his breathing is almost as wild as yours as he stares at you, practically burning a hole into your face. 

“You left me that night. Without a word. I told you I wanted you and you walked out. That does give me a certain message.”

“You were drunk out of your mind, telling me to fuck you. I would have never forgiven myself if I touched you. I had no reason to believe you wouldn’t regret it in the morning and ask to never see me again. That would have been the end of my career and the end of… me.”

Though your cheeks are still soaked from your tears, his words have stopped your crying and now you can’t even tell what you’re feeling. You have no idea what to do or say, how to react and you can’t believe how this situation is turning out to be. 

“I still want you the same,” you whisper, your mouth deciding on what to say because your brain is in complete shock. 

Harry exhales sharply through his nose, his eyes fall closed and you can tell he is fighting himself, so you want to push him over the edge. Reaching up you cup his cheek in your hand, he doesn’t move at first, but then he leans into your touch and that’s when you push yourself away from the wall to get closer to him, but he pulls away.

There’s a second of devastation, but when he reaches to his earpiece you realize someone is talking to him.

“Copy. We’re in the restroom, give me the fastest route out.” He talks into his wrist before his eyes snap up to you.

“What happened?” you breathe out, feeling like your heart cannot take another shock at this moment, but you’ll have to deal with it anyway. He listens to the answer they give him through his com before talking to you.

“We need to get out. The guy who was at your apartment was spotted in the building.”

“What? Is he armed?” Harry takes your hand in his firm hold and gently, but confidently pulls you towards the door. 

“We don’t know, he ran away, DeLuca and Jackson are after him, but we need to get you out of here.”

Your pulse is higher than ever, you feel dizzy and your brain is definitely shutting down, too much has happened in just minutes, you’re on survival mode. Harry must have noticed your state, because before he could open the door he turns to you, taking your face in his hands.

“It’s gonna be alright. I’m right here.”

“Okay,” you nod, blindly believing anything he says.

He then opens the door, steps out first to check what’s happening and returns to get you and you’re on your way to flee the building.

Circled by agents you follow Harry through hallways you’ve never been to until you somehow get to a back entrance. Your car is already there, waiting for you and you get in the back, lying down onto the seat, remembering that’s what Harry asked from you the last time you had to be rescued out of somewhere. You catch his face before he shuts the car door and he gives you a small nod. 

You don’t experience much of what goes down at the venue, they take you to a safe spot and you wait there with three agents while the rest of your team is either in the venue or at your apartment, making sure there’s no one there. 

Almost an hour goes by when Harry returns and you look at him, feeling on the edge to finally know something.

“We lost him. Your apartment is cleared, let’s get you home.”

You can tell he is beating himself up for letting the guy slip away and you already know he will put his walls back up.

He does one more check in the apartment himself before letting you inside. 

“We are doubling the security for tonight and then we’ll talk about the changes tomorrow,” he lets you know, following you inside. 

“Okay. Are you gonna stay in here?”

“Most likely,” he nods.

“Are you blaming yourself for tonight?”

He doesn’t answer, but his eyes talk for him. 

“You couldn’t have spotted the guy anyway, you would have been with me either way.” You walk closer to him, but keep some distance, sensing his distress.

“I wasn’t focusing fully,” he hisses through his teeth.

“Nothing happened, you–”

“Y/N,” he stops you from talking. “I’m responsible for your safety. Today I put that responsibility behind my feelings and that cannot happen again.”

“Is this your way of saying… you don’t want me the way I want you?” Now you’re moving closer, you need to reduce the distance between the two of you, it’s like something is pulling you towards him, a force that you’re not strong enough to fight. 

He stares at you for long seconds, taking a deep breath before he speaks up slowly in a calm manner.

“What I want does not matter when your safety is at risk. Let me… Let me do my job, let me do what I have to do to keep you safe. Please.”

It’s like he’s begging you, pleading for you to understand and… let go of him. And as much as you want it all to be different, you can’t go against his will and intentionally hurt him, there’s nothing you can do other than live with the pain. Like you always do.

“Okay,” you whisper and try your best to swallow back your tears, you’ve cried enough today. 

Harry exhales, like he’s relieved you’re not putting up a fight and to your surprise he cradles the back of your head and pulls you closer so he can place a kiss to your forehead. 

“I have to take care of a few things, Morrison will be in here until then, but I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod weakly. His hand falls from the back of your head and you watch him turn around and walk out of the apartment. 

You’re on autopilot. Have been for weeks.

Following the award ceremony things turned upside down once again. On one hand everyone has been on edge, because they couldn’t track the guy down, so your security has been doubled since then. Agents follow you everywhere, making it impossible to have a normal human interaction, not that you had plenty of friends to hang out with before. But still.

Your dad called that night and gave you some grand story about why he couldn’t make it to the ceremony, you told him it was fine, because you had no energy to lash out on him and you haven’t had a decent conversation with him since then. You can’t say it bothers you, it’s like there was a switch inside you that now allows you to give zero fucks about what your father does. You’ve canceled two events you were supposed to attend by his side, using the mystery intruder as an excuse, saying that you don’t feel safe out in public. You could tell he was annoyed, but didn’t question it. 

And then there is the Harry situation. Or the lack of it, if you’d like. It’s been hurting like hell, but there’s nothing you can do other than keep your promise of letting go of him. It’s just really hard when you spend so much time with him and have him in your apartment almost every night. 

You don’t watch TV anymore. You can’t bear being in the same room with him with no one else around. It’s hard enough to know he is on the other side of your bedroom door. You go back to coexisting, you silently follow his orders and not give him a headache when you know he already has a lot on his plate, he does his job in peace and everyone is happy.

Or not, but it doesn’t matter. 

The school semester is nearing its end and you’re already planning to ask to stay here for the summer. You know your dad will flip, but you’ll at least try to make a deal with him to attend events in the summer if it means you don’t have to move back home that doesn’t even feel home anymore. 

With your finals coming up you spend most of your time in the library. Surrounded by heavy books, hundreds of pages of notes, you’re working your ass off, because this is the only thing that could make you forget about your misery for a while. 

It’s a Friday afternoon, almost evening and you’re still very much working on a paper in the almost entirely empty library. It’s a great time, because most students avoid the building on Fridays, more interested in parties than books, so it’s a lot more peaceful. It’s your way of distraction from the fact that you have to make an appearance tomorrow for your dad and you can’t bail out of it this time. 

There are three agents near you and two more at the entrance, but Harry is not working now. He will probably take another night shift, not that you keep track of when he works…

You’re too focused to notice the group of people that come in, but when you spot a figure approaching you and the agents around you move instantly, you finally lift your head up from the book in front of you. You’re surprised to see Jaiden coming in your way, stopped by the agents.

“Jaiden?”

“Um, I just want to talk to her,” he says to the agents and you nod your head to let him through. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to give you something, thought you might be interested,” he shrugs as he passes you over a paper and with that he is already on his way, leaving you puzzled.

It’s a QR code so you grab your phone and read it and a website starts loading on your screen. When it finally loads, you feel all the blood rushing out of your head.

It’s a site basically dedicated to you, where people can send in anonymous comments and stories about you for everyone to read them. There are quite a few, a big chunk of them obviously from guys you’ve gone on dates with, dragging you through mud, a lot of them stating things that never even happened. 

You just scroll and keep reading them in total disbelief and then you hear laughter. You look up and see Jaiden with a group of fratboys, having a blast seeing you go through the site before they hoard out of the library. 

Your head is spinning and you feel like throwing up as you pack up your stuff as quickly as possible. It’s a struggle not to start sobbing on your way home, neither of the agents ask what’s wrong, because they are not your friend, they are there to keep you safe, but not from assholes, apparently. When you arrive to your apartment you see Harry already waiting by the door, but you avoid looking him in the eyes as you rush inside, wanting to lock yourself up in your room preferably forever. 

The tears start rolling down your cheeks when you hear someone coming after you and you know it’s Harry. 

“Y/N, is everything alright?”

“I’m fine,” you tell him, keeping your back facing him so he can’t see your face.

“Then look at me, please.”

You don’t move, just stand there, silently crying and there’s no way of fooling him, he knows you better than anyone and your shoulders are shaking as well. Slowly, you turn around for him to see your face.

“What happened?” he asks, stepping closer, but he still keeps some distance between the two of you.

“Nothing, I said I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not fine, Y/N, don’t… don’t bullshit me, okay? Tell me what happened!”

He won’t give up, he won’t leave you alone until you say something so you pull your phone out of your pocket, open the website and hand it over to you. You watch him scroll for a minute before he looks up at you.

“We’re taking this down and we’ll find whoever did this,” he firmly says and before you could react he is already giving orders through his com. “They are on it. we’ll find them, don’t worry.” “Okay,” you breathe out and you turn around to lock yourself up in your bedroom, but he stops you.

“Y/N, wait!”

You look back at him, not even trying to mask how tired, defeated and hopeless you’re feeling. You must look like just a shadow of the person you used to be and the sight of you is probably just as depressing as you feel because it breaks the professional boundary that’s been between you and Harry.

He moves across the room and pulls you into his arms and you just start crying and sobbing uncontrollably while he holds you tight, gently rocking you from side to side to soothe you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he murmurs into your hair and you just bury your face deeper into his neck, probably totally ruining his shirt, but neither of you cares about that right now. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” you sob, melting into his embrace, because it feels like the only safe place for you.

“I know. I wish I could help you. Tell me what I can do for you.”

“Just please don’t leave me, not tonight, please!” you beg and fully expect him to pull the wall back up, but instead he just holds you even tighter.

“I would never leave you, Y/N.”

The amount of times you had to fake laugh tonight is ridiculously over the roof. It’s another evening where you’re just a tool, something your father can brag about but you hold no influence or whatsoever. 

You’re sipping on some champagne, but you’re careful with the alcohol consumption this time. Though you’re not sure how another situation like that last time would turn out now. Especially after that night after the website fiasco.

After soaking his shirt with your tears the two of you sat on the couch, you remained in Harry’s embrace and he talked you through it, until you momentarily forgot about what happened and somehow you ended up falling asleep. When you woke up you had a blanket over you and Harry was standing in his usual spot by the window, like a hound, watching out for danger. When he realized you woke up he walked you into your bedroom, tucked you in and sat beside you until you wófell back asleep. 

The website was down by the morning and the school was informed about it as well, taking matters into their hands to punish those who created it. You didn’t want to know the names, you just wanted to forget about the whole thing. 

That night changed things between you and Harry. You didn’t feel that wall between the two of you though there was still some distance, but it felt like you could overstep it easily. It’s like you’ve been dancing on a fence, still not sure which side you want to land on. You’re not planning to pressure him to choose, having him this close is already more than you had before so you’re happy to prolong it for as long as possible. 

You have no idea where the conversation is heading around you, you’ve zoned out of it long minutes ago. It’s not that you don’t understand what politicians, influential people tend to talk about at events like this. It’s more about how you recognize some of them know nothing about the field they work at and still hold the power. 

And you lost interest too. 

Holding your champagne flute your eyes wander over the room until they settle on Harry. He is by the window, what a shocker, examining the sea of guests around you, watching out like a hawk until his gaze meets yours and his expression softens. 

“Bored,” you mouth to him and you catch the smirk he tries hard to cover up.

“You got this,” he mouths back to which you frown, making him laugh.

His laugh.

You’ve been gifted with it more in the past few days than in the time you’ve known him and it’s definitely one of your favorite things in the entire world.

“Break?” you mouth once again and he just nods, moving instantly. 

Five minutes later you’re out on the balcony with him, two guards standing by the door inside. 

“This should be considered torture,” you sigh.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he teases you.

“I’m not, I hate it here. Look around.” You stand beside him, staring inside at the sea of guests. “What am I doing here?”

“Supporting your dad.”

“I think he is fine without me,” you shrug, nodding towards him, he is standing in a circle of men, all of them pretending to be having a marvelous time, but you know for a fact at least two of those men would backstab him the first given chance. It’s all so pretentious and you’re tired of trying to be part of it for him.

“What would you like to do?” Harry asks.

“What do you mean?”

“If you could do anything, any job, anywhere, what would it be?”

You’ve never really thought of that before. A life that’s entirely what you want it to be is so far out of your reach that you never let yourself daydream about it. So now you take some time to think it through before sharing it with Harry.

“I would probably have a riding school,” is what you tell him at last. He looks at you surprised.

“Like… horses?”

“Yeah,” you smile softly, keeping your eyes ahead, staring at the people inside. “I used to ride a lot when I was smaller and I loved it a lot.”

“But you never do it anymore, why?”

“I wasn’t exceptional in it, never won any competitions so my dad thought I shouldn’t keep doing it. He talked me into quitting and I started learning French instead.”

“You speak French?” he asks in shock.

“No,” you chuckle, finally looking at him. “I was mad at him for making me quit horse riding so I never put any effort into my French classes, I can barely introduce myself.”

“Wow, such a rebel,” he chuckles quietly.

“What about you?”

“I don’t speak French.”

“I know that,” you roll your eyes. “I meant, what would you want to do if you could do anything?”

He curls his lips into his mouth as he thinks about it, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I think I would be living on a farm.”

“A farm?”

“Yeah. You know, growing stuff and keeping animals. I love the thought of growing everything I need.”

“That sounds lovely,” you smile at him. “I hope you get to do that one day.”

“I do too,” he nods and the two of you just stand there, watching the mingling and dancing guests.

It’s a moment you want to last longer, you feel close to him, like you’ve finally jumped off that fence and you’re running away. Together. 

So at last you decide to give him a little push.

“I wish we could be dancing there too.” 

Your voice is quiet, barely audible through the noises coming from inside and when he doesn’t say anything for a while you start to think he didn’t even hear it, or that he is ignoring your words because he doesn’t want to deal with them.

But then his hand gently takes yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“I would… love that.”

Your chest feels like bursting and you wish you could just jump into his arms, but you know you can’t. So instead, you just stand there, enjoying this tiny, hidden moment that’s burning into your memories forever.

It was hard to focus on your conversations before, but now, after you’ve shared that special moment with Harry it’s kind of impossible.

You’re making your rounds around, chit-chatting and smiling as pleasantly as possible, but in your mind you’re still out on the balcony, holding hands with Harry.

Talking about him, you haven’t seen him in a little while. You look around, searching for him once again, probably for the millionth time in the past ten minutes, but you see no sign of him.

“Morrison, where’s Styles?” you ask the agent beside you.

“Your father asked to see him, Miss,” he informs you. 

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, Miss, I’m sorry.”

You try not to think much of it, but when you finally spot him in the crowd your stomach drops, because his expression is anxious and angry at the same time, though he is trying hard to mask it. But you know him too well.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, instantly ignoring the conversation you’ve been in before. 

“Can’t talk right now, but we better leave.”

You don’t question him, just follow, though the way he is acting now is freaking you out. He is right next to you as you make your way out of the room, getting farther and farther from the rest of the guests.

“What happened?” you finally ask when you’re walking down the hallway that leads to the entrance.

“I don’t want to turn you against your father,” he answers, but now you’re just even more keen on knowing what’s going on.

“Harry, tell me!” you demand, stopping abruptly.

Not too willingly, but he comes to a halt as well, turning to face you as he leans closer.

“Your father kept it a secret that they got a letter yesterday in which someone threatened to hurt you today. He kept it from us, because he knew you wouldn’t come tonight if you found out.”

“What?” All the blood rushes out of your face as his words process. 

“He strengthened security for your sake and thought it would be alright, but I don’t want to risk it, we need to get you somewhere safe until we get to the bottom of this whole thing.”

“Okay,” you nod, a shiver running down your spine at just the thought of that letter your father hid from you. 

You’re nearing the exit when your father’s voice beams through the hallway, just when you’re already seeing your car outside.

“Y/N! Where are you going?!” 

He is rushing towards you with his own security team circling him and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I’m leaving!”

“And you didn’t think of at least saying goodbye?”

“I’m not doing anything for you anymore. Not when you’ve intentionally put me in risk just so you could use me at another event!”

The look he gives Harry says it all. He is pissed that Harry told you about the threat, that someone went against his will.

“It’s not that serious, Honey. We have everything under control.”

“Is that so? Then who sent the letter?”

“We don’t know it yet, but—”

“What if it’s the same guy that’s been stalking me? What if it really is something serious?” You’re finally lashing out on him, something you probably should have done a lot earlier, but you didn’t have the balls. You’re done being the obedient, supportive daughter to a father that’s not returning it at all.

“We doubled security and I have people working on it! No need to–”

“Don’t tell me what I need and don’t need to do! I don’t feel safe anywhere anymore! You knew I would panic if I found out about it but you chose to hide it so you could use me tonight to show people how great of a family we are when in reality, you give no fucks about me!”

“Y/N, that is not true. I didn’t want to stress you out, that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

Lie. That is such a big fucking lie.

“I’m done. I’m done with you. Call me when you’re ready to be my father.”

Turning around you’re on your way out to the car, you hear your dad calling after you, but Harry stops him and it’s the first time you hear him talk so harshly to your father.

And then all hell breaks loose. But it’s not because of Harry’s way of talking to the president.

You’re approaching the car confidently, eager to get away from your dad and the madness that surrounds him, Harry is following you right behind and as you keep your gaze on the car suddenly you realize.

It’s not yours.

Everything happens so fast, but at the same time it’s like it’s in slow motion.

A guy jumps out of the car and points a gun right at you. The agents around you launch forward, but he is several feet away, so they don’t reach him before he pulls the trigger and shoots at you. In that moment you believe you’re about to die. Gasping in surprise you completely freeze, but then get pushed to the side with so much force you smash against the wall, pain jolting through your left arm instantly as the shot of the gun rings in your ear.

You fall to the floor the same time the agents tackle the shooter. From the corner of your eyes you see how your ad is being dragged away from the scene before he could get hurt as well, even though he is shouting your name, it’s protocol to rescue him and take him to a safe place right away.

As you look to your right you see another person on the floor and your heart skips a beat when you realize that it’s Harry, and a pool of blood is underneath you, growing rapidly each second.

He took the shot that was meant for you.

The rest is a blur. You start screaming and try to reach him while two agents pull you up from the floor to take you away from the scene as well, your arm hurts like hell, but you just keep screaming for Harry. 

At last you catch his face, you see him gasping for air, pure panic and fear all over his face, he looks at you one last time and you see a tear rolling down his face before you’re dragged away.

The constant beeping. It just keeps going and going and it’s driving him crazy. 

Crazy enough to finally open his eyes.

Harry is more than confused about his surroundings, the hospital room looks sterile, but nice, very nice if you ask him, so he knows he is at some kind of private facility. It takes a couple of moments for the pain to set in but when it does, it comes with all the memories as well.

He was shot in his chest when he pushed you out of the way, he remembers the pain he felt then which was a lot worse and more intense than the dull, pressure like feeling in his chest right now. He remembers lying on the floor and looking at you as two agents pulled you away and he knows he said his goodbye in that moment, because he was convinced he would die.

He didn’t. 

Now he is lying in a hospital bed, the machines hooked onto him keep beeping and tracking his vitals and when he turns his head slightly to the left the beeping intensifies because he sees you sleeping in an armchair next to his bed. 

You look awfully uncomfortable, but still breathtakingly beautiful, your left arm is in a cast and you’re cradling it to your chest. As if you could sense his wandering gaze, you start moving around and you blink your eyes open at last, seeing that Harry is finally awake.

“Hey,” he breathes out, barely finding the energy to speak, but you burst into tears right away as you fall forward, one hand coming to the side of his head, the other one holding his hand on the mattress.

“You’re awake, oh my God, I really thought I lost you!” You sob and try to take in the sight of him conscious and talking, something you didn’t think you’d ever see again when you saw him lying on the floor three days ago.

“I’m okay, I’m right here,” he exhales as his other hand comes to take your hand by his face. “How are you? Are you okay?”

“Harry, you were literally shot and you’re asking if I’m okay?” you laugh through your tears, finally cracking a smile from him as well. 

“That doesn’t mean I’m not worried about you.”

“I’m fine, just broke my hand, but it’s okay. How are you feeling? Does it hurt?”

“Kind of. But it’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad? The bullet missed your heart by one millimeter. Doctors said it’s a miracle you survived.”

“Well, at least I know I’m not bulletproof,” he tries to joke and it makes you laugh and that was his only intention. 

You’ve stopped crying, but you wouldn’t move from beside him. You’ve been in this room since they brought him out of surgery and refused to leave since then. He reaches over and wipes your tears off your cheeks before cradling your face in his palm. You gladly lean into his touch and then turn your head to kiss into his hand without hesitation. 

You fill him in on what happened. Tell him about how he was rushed to hospital and the guy was caught and it was confirmed he sent the letter and he was the one stalking you at your apartment and award ceremony as well. You were afraid it was someone you knew, but apparently he was just some psycho who wanted to hurt your dad by hurting you.

It was a wakeup call to your father. One that he desperately needed after the stunts he has pulled lately, so you had a long talk outside of Harry’s room when he found out you were here with him. He apologized for everything and promised to be better. You told him his words mean nothing, you need to see the change in his actions. 

He has visited every day since then and you discussed the future as well. A future that will bring lots of change.

“You saved my life,” you quietly say, still kind of in shock about what happened.

“I would do it again,” he replies. 

“You won’t be able to work again because of it,” you tell him. The bullet grazed his lung as well and the doctors said he might never be able to reach the same physical limits like before.

“It doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head. “I didn’t lose you and that’s what matters.”

His words sink in and you have to fight your tears again as you rest you lean closer, until your faces are just inches away.

“I don’t want to feel again the way I did when I thought you died. I don’t want to keep my distance, I… I love you and I want to be with you.”

Harry exhales heavily, his eyes fall closed and when they open again you get lost in them.

“I love you too. And I want to be with you too, always have.”

You let out a laugh that’s mixed with relief, happiness, pain and so much anticipation before you push closer and finally press your lips to his.

Years of built up tension and passion is set free as you kiss him and he returns it just as eagerly. It’s not at all how you imagined your first kiss, not with a cast on your arm or Harry lying in a hospital bed after being shot, but none of it matters in this moment, only him. There’s no more playing around, pushing each other away, this is end game and you both know it. 

“So…” you mumble against his lips, “Will you move to a farm with me?”

“Moving? Aren’t we rushing a little ahead?” he chuckles, brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face before pecking your lips shortly.

“No. I don’t want to waste any more time. Let’s do what we always wanted to do.”

“What about your life? Your dad?”

“I already told him I’m stepping back from my first daughter duties. He is okay with it.”

“Really?”

“I mean, he doesn’t have much saying in what I do after almost getting me killed,” you joke, though you both know how serious the matter was.

“And you’re sure you want to move on… with me?”

You smile at him softly, it’s so typical he is questioning your decision even after everything that happened. He surely needs some time to adjust to this new version of you and him where there’s no wall between the two of you, just love.

Leaning down you kiss his lips softly.

“There’s no one else I would do it with, Harry.”

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

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Oikawa x Reader: School Festival [a haikyuu one-shot]

Ok y'all, so my friends and I had an all-nighter where we write one-shots. The twist is, we each wrote down on different sticky notes a character, a plotline, and I think the third is a location. We did this a year ago and I forgot all about this, but I recently found it so I'm posting it here lol

I hope you enjoy.

1145 words

Story under the cut.

Being a foreign exchange student, experiencing life in Japan was a bit of a culture shock: different introductions, different eating customs, different school traditions. One school tradition you noted was that Japan had school festival days. For the past week, your class had been working on an idea and building the vision. Today was the final day where the booths would actually be open to people and you were kind of nervous. Why? Who knows. Maybe it was more excitement than nervousness.

Your class finished assembling the booth reasonably quickly, so you figured you’d find your friend Oikawa to see if his booth needed any help. It wasn’t long before you found his booth and he was waving you down. Oikawa was one of the first people to introduce himself to you. Of course, you now realize he was just trying to scope out the new girl considering his… following, but it ended up being a good friendship; mainly consisting of you helping Iwaizumi call him names and him being a weird flirt even though he’s pretty much a dork.

“Hi, Y/n! Couldn’t stay away for long, eh?” he asked, waving.

“No, actually I’m looking for your pretty friend. Hey, Iwa!” you responded jokingly, to which Oikawa feigned a sad pout. “How’s the booth coming along?”

“We're almost done. Just need to put up the last few banners,” Iwaizumi said.

“You may want to be careful, Y/n. As soon as we open, girls will swarm the area. You might get trampled and die,”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What are you guys doing anyway?”

“Kissing booth,” Iwaizumi said boredly as the title banner was hung up. You turned your head to Oikawa,

“What?”

“It’s the perfect concept! There's no girl in the world that wouldn’t want to kiss me! Just think of the revenue,”

“I wouldn’t count on it if it’s gonna be you, Oikawa. How is this even allowed in a school setting?”

“It’s just on the cheek. He does have a big following of girls at this school. It’s not like we can use his brain to help our booth,”

“I guess that makes sense,”

“How mean! Everyone undermines my intelligence,”

“Oh yeah, how did your game go Saturday?”

“It was fine. We won, of course, but it just felt too easy. I need a challenge in my life. You should come to my next game! You can wear one of my jerseys,”

“Hmm, tempting, but I’ll pass. Volleyball isn’t really my thing. Well, if you’re pretty much done, I’m gonna head around to look at the other booths. See ya around!”

“Bye, Y/n~!”

*

Everything looked amazing and you were having a good amount of fun before someone grabbed your shoulders from behind, making you jump. “Ya ho~!”

“Gah! Oikawa you scared me! Why would you do that?” you exclaimed and punched him in the arm.

“Ow! I can take the abuse from Iwa, but from you, it’s just too much,”

“Sorry. I saw opportunity and couldn’t resist,”

“The abuse I endure for you. Do you wanna go do something together?”

“What about your booth?”

“I’m all kissed out and on break. Girls wear a lot of lip product,” he said while rubbing some gloss and balm off his cheek. “But anyways, let’s go get some food or something. I’m so hungry,”

“I saw a teriyaki booth somewhere. Wanna get some of that? You’re paying,”

“Don’t I always?” The two of you walked the booths, trying different foods and desserts. The games were pretty fun too! It was nice playing games that weren’t rigged. You were clowning on Oikawa a bit at how much he sucked at some of the games compared to you, though you're sure he’d thrown some of your matches together. As your escapade continued, you noticed some girls you passed had their hands pressed to their cheeks while pointing and gazing at Oikawa, undoubtedly gushing over how they kissed each other on the cheek.

“I don’t understand how you can manage all the female attention. I’d get too tired of having to interact that much,”

“It does get bothersome sometimes. I used to love it, but now I think I’d prefer to have only one girl's attention, you know?”

“Ah, the development of a teenage male. From boyhood to maturity. All ready to settle down,” suddenly you gasped dramatically, almost making Oikawa drop the snacks he had bought. “A Ferris wheel! How did they get a Ferris wheel here!?”

“Y/n, I don’t think I’d trust that. It looks a little old,”

“Old shmold! Let’s go on!” Without a moment to protest you were dragging Oikawa by the hand to the big ride. “Woah! I can see the field yard from here!”

“Y/n! Please don’t lean out the side like that. You’re gonna fall!”

“Oh, you mean like this?” you asked and leaned out,”

“Y/n!” he said, reaching for you.

“What? Are you scared” you asked, and started rocking the box. He grabbed you and forced you to sit still beside him, like a mother to her rambunctious child.

“You’ve lost your fun privileges. Sit still until the ride is over,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. You wondered if rides were a fear of his or if it was just Ferris wheels. Either way, it was fun to be out like this. You guys only ever really interacted at school during classes or studying. “Hey, Y/n. I think you should rethink going to my next game. I think I’d play better if you were there,”

“Why would you need to play better? You already win don’t you?” by this time the wheel had stopped and it was time to get off. You left the ride with a ‘thank you’ to the person running it and continued on.

“It’s less about the winning and more about… Y/n, would you just listen for a sec?” he grabbed your hand and pulled you back nearer to him. You blinked twice, looking down at where his hand didn’t leave yours.

“Kawa?” he started running his thumb over your knuckles nervously, his eyebrows knitting together in conflict.

“I want to see you at my games. I don’t care if I win, I just want to see you wearing my jersey number at my games,”

“What do you…” this wasn’t… was it?

“Earlier, I was wondering if you were gonna show up to the kissing booth at some point today. But now I’m realizing I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Wh-why?”

“Because now it feels more genuine,” he looked up at you, into your eyes, it felt invasive, uncomfortable, but not altogether unwelcomed. “Y/n. Can I kiss you?”

“I…” but the decision was clear to you then. “Yes.”

Sure enough, you were at his next game, the number one displayed proudly on your back.

[candycandy00]

Actually speaking of, do u have any writing tips?? I might start writing fanfics when I'm bored idk

Sure, I can give some writing tips! Just keep in mind that these are tips that work for me. What works for one person might not work for another. 

My first general tip is one I hated hearing when I was younger: read a lot! Read the sort of stuff you want to write, but also other stuff as well. There’s literally nothing that will help you write more than reading. The tip I was always given as a teenager was “to be a good writer, you must first be a good reader”. I thought this was bullshit lol. I only read comics and manga. I rarely ever read actual books. But an online friend gave me the same advice, and encouraged me to read more. I did, and actually enjoyed it, and it’s made a huge difference in my writing. Now I consider myself an avid reader.  

Secondly, decide on a writing method that works best for you. For me personally, that’s writing in the Notes app on my phone. When I used to write on my laptop, I struggled to find time to actually sit down and write. But once I switched to doing it on my phone, my output increased dramatically. Maybe the opposite is true for you, but it’s important to try different methods and find what works for you. I know people who hand write their stories and type them up later. So any method is valid. 

Now these are a bit more personalized to me but they might be helpful to others:

If you’re writing anything longer than a short one shot, have a plan in mind for where the story is going. It doesn’t have to be a detailed outline, you don’t even have to write it down. But have a general idea of the main story beats before you begin, so you know what you’re working toward. Even if it’s just a smutty one shot, it’s a good idea to know the main things you want to include and the general vibe of the story and what the ending will be like. You can of course change this as you go if you need to. 

For smut in particular, I like to focus on the emotions of the characters, not just the physical sensations. For me, this just makes the smut more interesting and stimulating. 

For dialogue, don’t get too hung up on sounding like a “real conversation”. People who tell you to listen to real conversations to help with dialogue are crazy. Real conversations are a mess! People start and stop sentences out of nowhere, say the wrong words and correct themselves, lose their train of thought, etc. They would not be fun at all to read! Instead, you want to give the illusion of a real conversation. You write it out in a way that sounds interesting and serves the plot and is fun to read, but make it seem natural. Don’t forget to use contractions! I see a lot of beginning writers forgetting to use contractions in their dialogue. Unless it’s a character who speaks very formally, use them! 

Now this is probably the most important one, especially for writing fanfiction (but it applies to all writing): make some writing friends! Make friends with other writers here on tumblr who are writing in your fandom. Having a buddy to bounce ideas off of and just talk about your stories with is so so helpful. It keeps you motivated and excited to write, and you can inspire each other. And luckily it’s super easy to make friends with fanfic writers on here. The vast majority of them are very sweet and happy to talk to you. Literally just message them saying you enjoy their work and would like to be friends. Anyone who has a negative reaction to that isn’t worth having as a friend anyway. 

I hope these help! 

[razypie]

hello rie ~

I just wanted to say that I think you’re amazing and ILY!!

I’m really grateful to how you’re always so supportive and your posts, comments and reblogs always make my day a little brighter!

I was wondering if you have an HCs or Idea about how the situation in Jinyoungs basement is like? Maybe a small conversation between Daniel, Samuel and Johan?

I hope you have a wonderful day!!💖💕💓

heya ying! you're actually the first one to drop an ask here tysmm 😭

aww thank you so much for your kind words~ ily tooo you're like one of my first friends here 🥺❣️

also, i think you guys who are always active in the fandom posting hcs and fanfics deserve appreciation so i take my time commenting to show it hehe and yeah, i usually don't write headcanons and just publish crack posts because that's all im good at lol but since ily, imma do my best. 🤗🤗

i had fun writing these, btw. i hope you like it! 💓💓

~

A Glimpse in Jinyoung Park's Basement (Headcanons)

most of these are scenarios and in Jinyoung's POV

Being a madman of a scientist Jinyoung Park is, he kept himself busy and always cooped up inside his lab.

He's probably spending most of his time formulating drugs and injecting them to his newfound guinea pigs, namely:

Daniel: the mysterious guy Eugene brought to him. He was shocked to discover his body's completeness and continued to inject drugs into him to test his limits. But ever since finding his secret about his two bodies, he decided to leave him in deep sleep (as shown in the webtoon). This is to probably wake up his other body (little Daniel) since he kept this body awake for too long. His other body might die of fatigue.

Next was Johan: He'd be unconscious the entire time (a well-deserved rest for the poor guy who's been soloing for too long) and if ever he wakes up, it'd just be for a short time and Jinyoung would probably go easy on him because he sees that he wasn't "smiling" and didn't attempt to smooth talk him like Daniel did. So he wasn't that harsh on him and just gave him sleep shots and pain relievers. He'd probably notice his right eye, too. and oh my god, I think Jinyoung Park might be able to cure his eyes 🥹😭😭 (yes im rly holding on to that pls daddy jinyoung i believe you're rly a nice guy 🥺)

On the other hand, Samuel 💀💀: Poor kid constantly triggers Jinyoung's sadistic tendencies to the point of using "toys" to basically toy with him. 💀 The scene where he screamed when he woke up in the lab probably pissed off Jinyoung and gave him a bad impression (the old man's p sensitive lol). Because of that, he's now getting most of Jinyoung's wack test drugs 🥹 (rip sammy big F)

The mad scientist seems to know the workings of body switching, based on his reaction to Daniel. So, it's either he knows one with the same case, or he might be even one of them too, or... he's the one responsible for the "switching between two bodies" phenomenon (a failed experiment, perhaps?)

Jinyoung also mentioned how he hated smiling when he talked to Daniel: he could be referring to a person's optimism/carefreeness (prolly consciousness or sanity too), he hated how people are breezily living their life without worries, unlike him who suffered all his life living on edge struck with anxiety (i might also just be overthinking that scene lol).

Although, Jinyoung had some sane moments when he'd sit down and talk to himself/to his three unconscious labrats. He goes on and on about his good ol' days in their fist gang: armwrestling with Gapryong, zooming around Seoul with their driver, Noh Bakgu, and keeping in touch with them and their fist's other members.

He talked about how he was filled with joy after receiving the news of Gapryong finally having a child with his wife--and how he proudly told how he closely resembled him.

He talked about how he would've loved to meet his mini version, and talk about life after they disbanded.

But hearing about his found brother's assassination devastated him, how it remained a mystery all these years kept him awake at night. He's had intrusive thoughts on who might've killed their leader, and they took a severe toll on his mental stability.

Jinyoung, through Noh Bakgu and Choi Bongae, was able to convene all their remaining members to help him out crack the unsolved case.

He's also heard of Chungcheong's 1st Gen King, Kwak Jichang, who offered his and his gang's hand in the investigation. He wants to personally meet him to show his gratitude for his aid.

Aside from gang stories, he would share some of his personal life too: what his childhood dream was (to become a community doctor), how his life was like outside fights, and meeting the only woman he ever loved, but eventually had to give her up to his childhood friend so that she won't get roped into gang wars.

His ramblings and storytelling usually end up with him getting stressed and agitated at the memory of Gapryong's death, which would activate his unhinged state.

His trigger word is obviously "ELITE" lol mine's ch*rles cho* we twinning

But if any of them is awake tho, Samuel, most of the time, he'd ask more about how Gapryong was like in their younger years (yeah he's still gapryong's #1 fangirl duh) which makes his ramblings a lot longer, easing his stress/anger levels... up until he gets ticked off by Samuel's cocky attitude and subjects him to more of his ruthless experiments.

(he's actually glad he at least has an audience for his stories, it lightens up the burden he'd been carrying)

HE CURES JOHAN'S EYES I MANIFEST 🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

He's a clean freak, a germophobe. So when he saw Samuel's doodled sketch pad of a body, it irked him. He didn't want to keep him in his lab, but he had no choice. Jinyoung's annoyance grew more when he opened his mouth.

90% certain Jinyoung purposely didn't wrap Samuel's nether regions with the restraint strap to torture his balls with how freezing the aircon temp is (in hopes of toning down his bitchyness). 💀💀

Bonus HCs for when when Allied Crew + Jake infiltrate the 1st Affiliate

Daniel, Johan, and Samuel would have a conversation, most likely when Jinyoung Park isn't in the lab and forced to deal with the trespassers.

All three of them are bald by that point. 😭😭

Johan would be the first one to wake up (being the one who suffered the least. talk about Jinyoung picking favorites 😤😤)

He wakes up Daniel and Samuel.

Little Daniel had passed out during a fight inside the First Affiliate premises. He shot his eyes open and immediately squinted at the huge blinding lights above him. Finally, he woke up in his other body.

Of course, Daniel has already formulated a plan to escape.

Daniel: thank GOD this body is still alive. *faces the other two* johan? samuel? i don't know why they locked you two up down here too but im glad that you are both alive. and I have a plan how to get out of here, so let's g--

Johan and Samuel, in unison: you're bald.

Daniel, seeing his reflection in one of the steel tables: WHAT THE HELL??

Daniel: you guys are the one to talk though. you're bald as eggs too.

Samuel: yeah no shit kid i was awake when that sadist doctor fucking shaved my head. no need to remind me of the trauma.

Johan: oH FUCK… I-I'M BALD!?

Daniel: what's the matter, johan?

Johan, in tears: MOM WOULD FUCKING KILL ME.

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i-- sorry some of these are just unserious. i just had to 😭

[starmapz]

how do you get motivation to write? i have a fic in the making, and i have ch1 one out, but it's so hard to push through with making a chapter. this fic came from my wattpad days, and was left untouched for like 4 years. how do i become motivated to write again sobs

hiii ml!! this is a great but tough question.

for me personally, i find my writing style evolves and changes a lot, even some of my works from when i started this blog in may are noticeably a different style. Because of that, when i return to an older piece i usually like to open two documents and rewrite the old piece in my modern style while heavily referencing it and i find that usually helps me get back into that headspace.

once i'm back in that headspace i find ideas will come to me throughout the day as it'll be in the back of my mind and those ideas will motivate me to get them on the page so i don't forget them. that might just be my terrible memory though tbh 😭

as for general motivation, i think mine comes mainly from three sources:

- i usually try to make sure i'm writing only the ideas that i'm most interested in, because if it's on my mind then i'm likely to be motivated to write it! i don't force myself to write something if i'm not sure i want to, because i won't be happy with the result. i also try not to write something without at least having a beginning and end bc everything else can be figured out as i go and that gives me direction.

- read lots! if you know what you enjoy reading, it's much easier to figure out what you enjoy writing. for example, my first (posted) fic is a canon au gojo fic and while i did stick with and finish it, i realized after that i enjoy writing au pieces way more since that's most of what i read and it motivated me to write more of those.

- talking through ideas with other authors/moots/friends helps a lot as well! most authors are more than happy to chat and go over ideas in my experience, myself included :) and i find talking through ideas can hugely motivate me.

i will say i'm also pretty lucky because i work from home and choose my hours so a portion of my motivation comes from the fact that i use it to procrastinate work LOL

honestly though, i think one of the most important things for keeping motivated is not to push yourself. don't force yourself to write something if you don't want to, you don't want to make things feel like an obligation instead of a fun hobby. i also think it's important to write first and foremost for yourself, bc it can kill your motivation if you're writing for others and it's easy to burn out.

so i think the biggest thing i'm getting at is to remember to take lots of breaks and listen to your heart and mind and what they're telling you that you want to write! i don't know how applicable this is but usually what i feel the most motivation to write is what's constantly on my mind and i daydream ideas a lot, so if you're the type of person that experiences that, let it guide you! if your mind is telling you to take a break from what you're working on to write a funny drabble, give it a shot and remember to have fun :))

sorry for the word vomit but hopefully that made sense or helps!! and i hope you have a great day love 🫶

[storiesofsvu]

Hii! I love your stories and writings!

I love to write as well but I kinda scared to post it online.

Can I ask what/how you decided to post your very first story online?

awwe thank you so much!!!

posting online can definitely be intimidating, but the biggest thing to remember is that you're doing it for yourself, and to have some fun/have some creative output. even people who have been posting for years and have a decent following (or 50 ppl on a tag list) still might not see the notes climbing on fics. esp reblogs and comments. people have gotten into a habit of just liking nowadays and it's super annoying and dis-motivating lol.

The VERY first thing I posted online was back in like... 2003, it was either a LOTR, POTC or HP fanfic over on fanfic. net. I didn't know about reviews/comments/anything. I just knew that me and my friends were all writing and having fun reading each others stories. i took a VERY long hiatus and started up in the SVU fandom over 2020 cause there was nothing else to do lol. the very first multichapter story i wrote is currently taken down as i'm re-working it (and it was IMO terrible). there was little to no context to the plot, smut was underwhelming or a little cringey, and it topped out at like 9k words or something).

My one shots are all still there. For reference check Casey/Barba/Carisi's masterlist, the oldest fics are at the top of said lists.

i decided to post because i was having fun writing and wanted to share it. I'd been reading/commenting/reblogging for a month or so and thought i could definitely do it, so why not? I also started writing cause there was little to NO Casey x reader content. so i figured i had to do it myself.

I'd say the best thing to do is: #1: do a lot of reading, check out what styles you really like, what you think you'd like to write/what others would want to read. Check out the way other authors are formatting their posts (ie; are they using a gif, a header image, a moodboard, nothing? are they posting the whole fic on tumblr or just a blurb and a link to ao3? etc)

then #2: create an acct on tumblr that is related to/focused on the fandom you want to/are writing for. Follow releated blogs, Reblog gifs, random posts, other people's work, comment on stuff, get some mutuals, make some friends, etc. make some of your own posts, once you're out of the "are they a bot?" phase and your original posts are showing up in the tags, you're good to go. (and the best part is you can still keep yourself totally anonymous doing this. you don't need a name or picture, just make sure you have a bio and say whether you're 18+ or not)

write! #4: post some stuff! make sure it's tagged properly (ie; only tag the actual pairings "Emily Prentiss x reader" "past!jjx reader" don't start tagging all the characters just cause they have one line in the story...) -if it's over 1000 words, put it under a readmore -make sure to tag all appropriate warnings at the top and in the tags (and don't censor them!) (ie: "alcohol consumption" "smut" "oral, f receiving" "spanking" or "angst" "character death" etc)

-i find most blogs don't mind if you tag them in stuff, esp if its a fandom/character they enjoy.. (some people DO though, it normally says in their bio/pinned post, so be careful). I personally think a tag is easy enough to ignore if i don't like it. HOWEVER, don't go into people's dm's/inboxes unsolicited trying to get them to read your fics

it will likely take a little bit to build a following/get some reactions to your fics, so don't stress about that, just write, post, and have fun!

<3

feel free to come back/dm with any other questions!

[restlesscrybaby]

Omg hii!!! I absolutely love your Jack Horner x Menace Reader content and how you write it!!! 😭😭💓

Could you perhaps make a Jack Horner x Mischievous Reader that loves to bite? I think it would be super fun to see how Jack reacts to a s/o that tries to bite him no matter what lol.

Ty!!!

GRAAH I LOCE THIS!! Mischievous little things <33 and I love to bite so teehee!! I wrote this while tired as well, so it's a little rushed and more 'headcanon-y' I'd say! I do apologize

~ JACK HORNER X MISCHIEVOUS! READER ~

~ 'LOVES TO BITE' HCS. ~

~ 'Chew you up, spit you out,' ~

☆ CONTENT WARNING : None. ☆

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Cheeky.

That's what Jack would describe you as.

A cheeky little bastard.

He sat in his office, at his desk. He studied a book, a large pointer finger dipping towards a paragraph, a certain line, something was clicking, something important, he needed to find a way to-..

...

And he lost it.

Anger and frustration radiated off of him, almost in sickening rays.

...

Of course, you were in there with him, he liked to make sure to have his eye on you. Just..

A matter of safety .

However, how his arm flexed, as his palm slapped against his face, covering his eyes as he let out a pained sigh,

You could practically see how chewy his arm was.

...

Plus, biting WAS a love language. He couldn't get mad at you...

...

Just one bite..

You snaked over, tediously sliding as he used his other hand, gripping the front cover of the book and slamming it upon the worn-down pages, probsbly from ages of existing. How could he forget so easily,

I mean, yes, he can forget but, that easy? Come on. Only a fool would do that.

...

Yes. And only a fool would not pay attention to their lover.

You bent over, just a tad, going towards his upper arm...

You lowered your bottom jaw, letting your teeth open to the wind of the cold office room he deemed his 'trophy room'...

You shot your head forward, as you forced your jaw shut upon his upper arm, that was full of muscle and fat.

What tHE HELL--

He screeched, his hand that originally covered his eyes had suddenly slammed upon the oak desk, some papers fluttering out of place from the harsh smacked.

Angry coiled onto his face like an angry python wrapping around your neck, as his head snapped to look at you. Eyes wide, brows raised, lips pursed and uneven teeth showing.

He questioned you, as you gently teethed upon tje leather fabric, trying to get towards his arm. Your pupils moved, as you locked eyes with him.

A sheepish grin curled upon your lips.

He used his other hand, as he placed it upon your forehead. His arm flexed, as he pushed you off with might.

You, obviously, fell down upon the push.

...

And, obviously, he was pissed.

Yet, this wasn't the end of it.

When cooking, you'd bite.

When eating, you'd bite.

When writing, you'd bite.

When showering together, you'd bite.

He always got angry. Also stumbling back slightly and angrily shooting him arms up, only to push you off with the might of an angry God casting hell upon his subjects.

...

He got used to it, eventually,

When he'd feel your strong jaw clamp down upon his hands or arms, he wouldn't flailxor even shove you off anymore.

Instead, he'd only wince in surprise.

But, always,

And I mean,

Always,

Roll his eyes and keep doing what he had too.

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~ 'That's what life is all about.' ~

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SURRY RHIS IS RUSHED AND SHORT I WAS EEPU WHEN ERITING

[crystalcatgamer]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tag by @havenotwillnotreadthebooks, lo, Kefi!

How many works do you have on AO3?

122 🎵 I’ve orphaned and deleted a few along the years, though.

What fandoms do you write for?

Uhhhh. Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint (ORV), Boboiboy, Jujutsu Kaisen and more. Currently really, really fixated on One Piece though I haven’t written fic yet, but am cooking so much toxic doomed brothers food (Donquixote Bros)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Vis la goddamn DSMP phase always going to be my biggest mark in the world. Excluding discontinued fics and stuff I’m not happy with anymore for now…

Run, run (Here comes the boy) 1415 kudos

May the odds (Be ever in your favour) 1203 kudos

There are days where I don’t know the person in the mirror (And there are days I don’t care) 1161 kudos

Hold you in my hands like hot tea 1155 kudos

Knowing I’m safe cause you want me 1052 kudos (A sequel to fourth place!)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to every single comment I can, though sometimes I might miss some! I’ll catch them months later lmao. It’s always fun to chat with ppl about what’s in my fic

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back. This is an ORV fic, doomed Doksoo (beloved) and since it’s canon compliant… yeah. ‘Twas full of angst that came from love.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The deep blue of summer nights. This was a cute ORV fic born of me wanting to write Secretive Plotter’s birthday being celebrated by ABFD, SWK and Uriel! They’re my fav rare dynamic

Do you get hate on fics?

I think the closest I got was some discourse on my DSMP fic? To be expected, and it was cleared up soon enough!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I did like years ago lmao, tucked into the depths of the internet. Definitely not on main, for this is a family friendly account sir. It was fun in a way but also I hated writing it most of the time??? More of a reader than a writer I would say. As for what kind… while, I wrote what I liked ☆

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I HAVE THREE (3) CROSSOVERS AND THEY’RE BOTH WITH JUJUTSU KAISEN. Maybe I’m more insane over JJK then I thought I was. In my defence they’re easy to cross. Okay so basically my craziest one is this ORV X JJK one (Something blue, something new) in which I wrote the ship Kim Dokja x Gojo Satoru because I was commissioned to

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope and I hope I never do!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, but as long as people ask first I’m always open to it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A FNAF fic I wrote with Kefi (the one who pinged me for this game): Many vegetables, one soup, and a work full of original poems with @thenamelesshaven: You are made of the sea and the stars (and one day you are going to find yourself again)

What’s your all time favourite ship?

[glances at my art gallery] Recently, LawLu from One Piece and… Sharron/Maric from Lord Of The Mysteries

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

We Shouldn’t Be This Kind Of Tired At Our Age! An ORV fic featuring Yoo Mia witnessing Yoo Joonghyuk’s changes with every turn!

What are your writing strengths?

Uhhhh. Being able to churn out stuff at the speed of light. And writing angst (lol)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually having a proper outline, ehe. It’s why I usually write one-shots.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Uhhhh I? Might do it some day? I’m just a bilingual guy who barely passed Chinese. It’s cool when other people who know what they’re writing about do it in their fics tho.

First fandom you wrote for?

Ehe. VIS LA BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA (MY HERO ACADEMIA) but the fic’s been orphaned to the void ✌🏻

Favourite fic you’ve written?

Woah. Tough question, scrambling for it… this one! when I look in his eyes, well, I just see the sky. It’s a Black Butler fic I wrote recently for Whumptober (2023), Elizabeth Midford centric! I love her a lot <3

[arionaleilani]

okay so this is where i’m at:

i’m currently in the process of finding a new job (i do enjoy my job in a lot of ways, but it’s split shift and i live too far from site to be able to go home between shifts without wasting a bunch of gas so i basically leave my house at 5:45 am every day and don’t get home until 6-7 pm. every week day. it’s been almost 4 years and despite all the things i like about this job, i cannot mentally or physically handle that anymore).

i’m hoping to find a job that might somewhat align with my dream of being a published author, i’ve applied for multiple library positions, but seeing as i don’t have a college degree i’m paying for some certificate programs to try and help. which means i’m taking small classes to gain certificates.

at the very least i am looking for a job that gives me the time to still be able to prioritize my writing, as for the past few years, i have not done that (i write fics for fun on the side and i used to post multiple one shots and such throughout the year, but with my current job and hours, i literally have not posted or updated anything since MAY). i’ve had this goal since i turned 20 of being published by 25. i’m 23 and my birthday is in about five months. it’s just a goal but it’s one i really want to strive to achieve. with the way my life has been, i won’t be able to do it. i need to change things.

basically: i’m in a transitional period in my life so that i can shift my priorities in order to focus on writing more than i have been. but unfortunately this transitional period is going to take up a lot of time until i get things in order and everything settles down.

i’m not doing nanowrimo this year because of this, even though i did a lot of prep for it, but that’s okay! i can keep all that prep and use it for one of the camp nano’s next year! and i’ll still be writing during this transition period, but i’m going to be very easy on myself and probably prioritize fics rather than original stuff because my current main fic wip is almost done and very fun to write and i’m trying to keep myself as stress free as possible while doing all of this lol

my goal is to have things as settled down as possible by the new year. i’ll probably be posting a new writeblr intro for the new year anyway so i’ll save that for when i’m ready to focus on my original writing again.

i’ll still probably post about my original writing here just for the hell of it, because even when i’m not actively working on my wips they take up 90% of my brain, but yeah. that’s where i am currently!!

hope everyone is doing well and to my followers and mutuals who also write, i’m always open to hearing rambles about wips!! message me, send me asks, reply/rb this post if you want—tell me about your wip, your favorite character, anything you want!!

even if you don’t write, tell me about your day!! how are you? how’s life? what’s something that made you smile today? i wanna hear it all, if anyone wants to share!! ❤️❤️❤️

[trixcuomo]

Whats the most challenging part of writing in a 'modern wow' setting? Where do you draw inspiration from?

That is an excellent question! Long answer to this, so I do apologize...

I've been writing fanfiction for years, but writing for Trixany was a challenge because I wanted to parody (of course lol) modern influencer culture, which can have its toxic side. I actually strongly dislike some aspects of it. I write Trixany as a hungering character, desperate to fill a void by seeking all this attention and fame. That's her biggest flaw; wanting the fame so badly is her blindspot. The void inside her? That is the wound caused by the attack on Quel'thalas.

So! As for the biggest challenge in translating influencer culture into a Warcraft universe? I guess... suspending belief. You can use "comm" or "scrying orb" instead of the word "cellphone" or "television/screen." A lot of us roleplayers say something is of Goblin or Gnomish make if it seems sort of modern, as is already the pattern in Warcraft. That's how we fill in the blanks. That's easy. But how do you get people to go along with there being a celebrity gossip show, based in Dalaran? How do you convince readers that there are rival Warcraft girl bands that vibe like the Pussycat Dolls versus Destiny's Child? Without it seeming so ludicrous, you get thrown out of immersion and can't enjoy it?

I fall in love with these ideas, and then I NEED them, and they have to happen. So I have to streeetch and reach into the furthest extremes of the Warcraft storytelling spectrum. Maybe the wild-ass Goblin aesthetic is on the far end, and something most familiar to fantasy, with Human/Elf/Dwarf interactions, something Tolkien, is on the nearer end. Somewhere on the Goblin end, we have Kaja-Cola and that maybe feels like a modern company that would have a Fanta-esque girl band to promote its soda. Haris Pilton is barely, scarcely lore-abiding. But as an Elf, she probably falls in the middle? And I can draw a line safely from Warcraft Goblins to Haris (if she even really exists), to Trixany.

I find these Warcraft touchpoints and build them out. Haris Corp has become this huge, scary company with Goblin modernity and Elf sophistication beyond what Trixany can even imagine. So anything Trixany does as an influencer now seems normal by comparison, I hope. More believeable.

Usually, whatever makes me laugh really hard or that I become occasionally obsessed with in pop culture is my inspiration. I usually don't tell myself, 'No, that can't happen' when it comes to stories. IRL I may get nervous about trying something new, but when it comes to writing, which I love so badly, that's my moon shot. I will take the moon shot every time and imagine a way to make a cool idea with real potential happen, no matter what. Writing is one of our few spaces where we can set ourselves free and really be ourselves, so of course you have to try!

The Cody Rhodes post happened because I was following that, and I'm a WWE fan. I've been falling down a PubLIZity rabbit hole, so that might inspire something soon, too? If I can see it, I'm gonna try to reach it because that's exciting and you might make someone belly laugh, smile, brighten their day! Writing is so fun for me.

Oh, and I'll say my favorite modern-day Warcraft writing I've done on here was inspired by Lady Gaga's Marry the Night music video. If you read the Dalaran City Clinic post and play the YouTube video in there simultaneously, almost the entire post actually hits right in synch with the narration as a parody. I love Lady Gaga so much, and that music video is incredible. I really wanted to honor that and combine it with my Warcraft fangirl side.

Also, I just love Kael'thas showing up in that post as the nurse. It works so good; it cracks me up. That post just captures Trixany really well and how I translate modern-day pop culture into Warcraft writing. Guess the First Aid trainer in Legion Dalaran was the touch point on that one, lol!!

I usually have asks turned off, but I'm pleased you reached out. I seriously enjoy your writing too Nix, so that was cool of you! Nice ask.

[therentyoupay]

reblogging for reference for an ask that i hope to answer relatively soon! under the cut, i've copy/pasted some observations people have made in the replies!

laurakrivera said: For Elsa I feel you go for composed and regal, always planning before she acts while Jack is rougher around the edges and improvises his actions. You also have Jack joke around and be sarcastic with Elsa trying to hide that she finds him funny and coming up with witty responses whenever she finds a chance.

therentyoupay said: @da-awesom-one HAHA i don’t know about ‘natural’ in the sense that it’s 'easy’ but perhaps more so that my interpretations have had time to solidify!! remember that i’ve been writing them on and off for ten years!! as of 01/03/2024, i have written 29 stories (WIPs, two-shots, one-shots, drabbles, ficlets, etc.) for them! 😂 “at the center” alone is over 500k+ words! (CORRECTION lol: 300k+ words, wishful thinking 😂) so i have had time to get to “know” them haha!

therentyoupay said: @laurakrivera ohhhhhhh YES GOOD POINT, that’s so true—that trend really solidified during the writing of “check the pipes for frost” i think… like, clearly the dynamic was first established for me in “the original (crossover) universe” in “at the center,” but for me to then find ways to “transfer” the personalities/behaviors/mannerisms/speech styles to a modern AU (and epistolary, no less!) was my first really solid challenge for characterization!!!! i had been 1/?

therentyoupay said: @laurakrivera word vomiting one-shots and drabbles and ficlets of jelsa universes all over the place as well, but you don’t always get to sink your TEETH into characterization with micro-fic the same way you might with a multi-chaptered fic… and then once jack and elsa settled into the “check the pipes for frost” world, i feel like they each became fully determined in my mind 😂 and then the fun came from transplanting THOSE characters into every universe i 2/3

therentyoupay said: @laurakrivera could think of!!! 😂 so those interpretations ended up in everything else: “snow globe,” “frosted sea glass,” “fifteen minutes,” “not in so many words,” lmao literally everything! GREAT OBSERVATION VERY TRUE, also now that i think of it, Masterday and i had a similar discussion in the comments on ch. 2 of “snow globe” on ao3 the other day!! and how i also really love leaning into the socioeconomic and social class divides dynamic (e.g., queen/peasant, ¾

therentyoupay said: @laurakrivera aristocrat/civilian, multi-millionaire/blue-collar) and how they both navigate the imbalances of social and financial currency! ✨ that’s one of my favorite places to explore with them, i think!!!! 4/4

callimara said: I raise you: Jack always has to be annoying and Elsa always has to be annoyed (lol CALLI NO)

laurakrivera said: @therentyoupay yes! I love how you play with the financial and social aspect of their dynamic. Usually in romances it’s always the guy who is rich, so seeing something different is refreshing and empowering. Also forgot to mention before…another thing you do is… you always have Elsa drinking tea. xD

therentyoupay said: @laurakrivera omg YES 😂 TEA, and DECAF COFFEE (and in the case of ‘check the pipes for frost’ decaf iced coffee lmao)!!! my friend who has chronic deep anxiety can quickly TELL when a barista has accidentally given her a caffeinated beverage instead of decaf, it has such an impact on her heart!!! once i wrote a modern au for jelsa i always had it in my head that elsa’s heart would be really sensitive to caffeine as well!

to be continued????? 👀✨

So I’ve always wanted ask you this. What kind of points do you set for yourself that you have to do to portray Jack and Elsa respectively? Because your characterization is always spot on and consistent, and as someone writing their own Jelsa fic now, I’ve always wondered how you always nail them.

step 1:

JUST KIDDING. or am i

honestly, though, first of all: thank you so much!! 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕😭😭🙏🙏 and congrats on your foray into jelsa fic writing!!!!

second... i have been thinking about this question a lot over the last day or so, but i'm afraid my answer might be pretty disappointing 🥲 i don't have any specific points or benchmarks that i try to hit in terms of the portrayal of the characters—they are just jack and elsa. 🥲🥲🥲

although!! now that i think about it!! i suppose it is fair to say that across my stories i consistently incorporate (adapted, direct, referential, evocative) plot structures from the frozen/rotg movies, and jack and elsa often behave similarly in each contextual situation—despite the overt differences in settings/universes—depending on their current stage of character growth.

i'm grateful that you and i are just lucky that we both like my interpretations of them! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

BUT LET US OPEN UP THE THE DISCUSSION—any other jelsa readers or writers have any other recommendations or insights?? 💖💖💖💖💖

thank you for the ask!! ✨

[patchesjam]

MOROCCO ANON i am so annoyed i wrote out 4 paragraphs then tumblr deleted it anyway attempt 2 :) here you go warning dorry i got carried away its quite long

Marrakesh itself is somewhere i have always wanted to go, it looks beautiful! I would love to go to the Bahia Palace, its beautiful, but does get busy so perhaps go early!

I would love to see the Djemaa el-Fnaa, which is the main city square. In the evening a load of street food stalls go up and it looks amazing! I believe you can find a cafe with a roof on the square edge, which you can then sit on and look over the square which might be fun! Off of this square, there are a load of the main souks, including Souk Semmarine. This is very me focused, but there is an area that specialises in spices - the Rahba Lakdima square (there are other ones focused on like leather, silver, and woven goods).

There are so many more places as well, the Koutoubia Mosque is very nearby that main city square, and is stunning, and although the inside of the mosque itself is not open to non-muslims the garden outside looks so pretty and you can see the minaret and outside architecture!

Also in Marrakesh is Saadian Tombs and the El Badi Palace which both look really interesting, and the tombs especially has some quite beautiful architecture i think!

I think you said you like hiking (although not camping in the desert) and obv don't know how your getting around but there are so many guided tours out of Marrakesh if you would like, alternatively could probably drive out yourself to some of them!

There are a few main areas people go to from Marrakesh, the closer (~1 hr drive) to the Moulay Brahim Gorges and surrounding towns of Aroumd, Ait Souka, and Imlil I. lots of really good hiking there and not too touristy at all.

About 1.30 hours SE from Marrakesh is the towns of Ourika and Ouirgane, both nice, with good hiking too. Ourika is very isolated, not many tourists and some great hiking. Ourigane has a lake and also some great hiking, but might be a bit more touristy!

About 1.3 hours NE of Marrakesh is the Ouzoud Waterfalls, very touristy but very nice! Hiking to be done, and some waterfalls and a small lake you can get boat rides out onto, have been warned its really quite touristy though.

About ~3.5-4 hours from Marrakesh is the towns of Ouarzazate and Ait Benhaddou. Absolute trek to get there, but if you're interested in movies its where a lot of desert films have been shot! Nice Kazbahs and some beautiful valley views. Probably not worth going for hiking alone, there are just as nice places much closer.

All of these places are very easy (and quite cheap for full days) to get guides to, if you would like!

If you are interested there are also lots of trips into the desert from Marrakesh, i imagine the stars could be pretty incredible in the evening in the Agafay Desert, so would perhaps recommend if you are thinking about going out at all, you try and do an evening trip with dinner or something, for sunset and the stars :) absolutely dont have to camp and stay the night with this too!

Im sorry anon, your ask deleted so I cant remember if there was anythign else - but please if you have any questions this is quite literally my job now so i would be so very happy to help, i really enjoyed writing this out LOL! Hope you have an amazing time!

[moongumi]

I USED YOU.

sypnosis. satoru gets cheated on, and you're there to heal his heartbreak : )

⟶ cw. smut, pwp, fem!reader, cheating, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, dub-con due to intoxication, gaslighting girlboss, age-gap (reader is 20ish + gojo is 30ish), drunk sex, toxic relationship, toxic friendship, mentions of edating (LOL), public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, filming, oral (m), stomach bulge + more

⟶ wc. 2k

⟶ a/n. hii i'm trying something new, like pure pwp it was supposed to be short but fuckkkk idk ! ! this was v fun to write and i wrote it in 1 sitting so plz be kind <3 lmk what u think if u want me to do this kinda just random one off prompts.

he did look very familiar. he’s overly drunk though, shouting profanities at lovey-dovey couples as he sees them kissing in the corners of the bar. god, he’s out of his mind. his cheeks are flushed, he’s on his third bottle of tequila, how is he stomaching all of that? 

he orders more, making the bartender leave the entire bottle instead of getting shots–his stack of cash piling up for his following drinks, he even buys rounds for random men that talk to him, all drunk just listening to him complain about his cheating girlfriend. well ex-girlfriend now, you’d assume.

you swallow the last of your drink, bought by a random man who tries flirting with you. you thank him and leave him. walking over to the man you’ve been watching all night.

“you seem lonely.” leaning against the bar next to his stool.

he laughs, “is it obvious?”

you smile, biting your lip hoping he stares down at your cleavage through your provacative dress. he does. his bright blue eyes, impossibly stark–can’t help but linger on your plump chest. 

“i can help with that,” you hope he looks at the way your tongue swipes the bottom of your lips, glossing them up, “i know how you feel.”

you don’t, but you lie.

satoru nods, his eyes are damp and bruised from all the wiping he did to eyes to try to get rid of the evidence of his broken heart. “did you love her?”

“yea.”

hm, surprising. you felt the need to pry, “still do?”

“yea, fucking sucks.”

you sit yourself in the unoccupied seat, purposely widening your legs enough for him to notice how you had no underwear on. such a slut. “well, drowning in alcohol won’t help.”

“i know that now.” he takes a huge gulp of sure sharp tequila. burning his throat, as if melting his insides.

“i know a way to make yourself feel better,” you coaxed pursing your lips, “she’ll hate it.”

“how do you know that?” he asks, seemingly interested.

you shrug, “i might know her.”

you did, the girlfriend–your friend and roommate. you knew she’s been dating this smoking hot new guy, gojo satoru, an older guy with a good job. god, the things you’d do to land such a guy but hell, you spend too much time online, gaming and e-dating shitty guys to land such a put together individual–you’re shocked when you hear her bring a new guy in.

totally downgraded, fugly guy too, she must’ve faked all her orgasms because when she came out of her bedroom with the guy afterwards she did not looked pleased in the slightest. you’re confused why she did it, maybe she got bored or something happened, might’ve been a fight is what you concluded, the night before she wouldn’t get off the phone–cussing loudly. until–

today her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend cries in a bar alone–you heard her apologise saying how she was dumb and was too drunk to comphrend her actions, right. because you find out later on, that he’s her plug, she’s been fucking the guy before dating satoru to get cheap weed, hillarious. but damn she missed out, satoru’s family’s rich beyond imagination and the guy is just dreamy–isn’t he?

“a bit of rebound sex isn’t gonna’ hurt right? plus, would it absolutely destroy her to know that you’re fucking her roomate–we could even send her the video.”

he’s easy, god, he folds so easily. when have you grown such a skill.

his phone camera’s so bright it almost blinds you when he pulls it out, “fuck, sorry, didn’t expect the flash.” he’s so drunk, he’s disoriented and unable to hold his camera still. his cock’s hard, precum dripping all over when you pull him out of the prison of his jeans.

your mouth is wet, warm and a comfort to him. his mind only drifts to the pleasure of it instead of the pain of his ripped heart. he moans loudly, louder than anyone you’ve heard before. your pretty eyes look up at him, batting them with your throat full of his shaft.

“god, you’re pretty.” he slurs, drunk on not only the tequila that you tasted on his lips earlier but also look on your face. his fingers lace into your hair holding you steady for the video. “take more–lemme’ fuck your throat.”

you mumble in his cock, god, they all say that. you furrow your eyebrows. this felt like an impossible task, his girth is already so wide and god, the length smacked the back of your throat at every thrust–your hands trying it’s hardest to satisfy whatever doesn’t fit with twirls of your wrists. drool spills from the corner of your lips, mixing with the cum of his that you couldn’t swallow–he didn’t even let you breathe most of the time let alone try to swallow anything–fuck it was just going to all go down your throat at this point, the way he’s rutting mindlessly into you. using your mouth as a fucking cumsock.

his blurry vision could still see how fucking hot you looked through the little lens of his camera, he was going to keep this forever. your eyes watered taking him in, never once did a girl try so damn hard to please him like this, he wanted to keep you forever.

he saves the video and starts a new recording, flipping the camera the other way with a click. he bends you over the sink of the dingy bar bathroom, flips your dress up and comments on your lack of clothing down there, “you knew what you wanted, huh?”

“yea, i wanted you.”

satoru drops to his knees, phone in hand as he films the closeup of your pussy. “this seems a bit unnecessary, no?” you tease. filming your bare cunt seemed more like something he wanted to watch back later not something he’d send to his ex to make her jealous.

“yea, you’re right. but it’s a nice pussy, let me remember it.”

he slides his fingers along the slit gathering your arousal that leaked earlier, enjoying the warmth of it before his fingers being to tease and play with your hole. your plump lips part, making a wet pop when he pushes a finger in testing the waters.

you moan loudly feeling the roughness of his thick finger hit the hilt of his knuckle, the man spares no time in curling it–as if looking in here for something, oh yea, he was, it’s not hard to find–he’s experienced. he pushes hard, slapping your clit against the flat of his palm when he thursts another finger in, and another–three in and he’s happy with the way it looks, all stuffed. 

you hold onto the edge of the sink hoping your hips wouldn’t bruise too bad from all the hammering. he thrusts hard, the burn feels good. your cunt sloshing and gaping at his command. he takes a second, getting up close and personal. his two fingers spread gaping your hole as he blows into it sending shivers into your hole, “what’s that for?”

“it looks tight in there, i can’t wait to fuck it open.” he’s vulgar you give him that. he gets a good clip of the inside of your cunt, all bare, swollen and soaked just for him.

satoru’s bulb slowly slides it, slow burn–making the entrance so slow. he wants to feel every inch enter you and there were a lot of inches to get through. he grunts, moans at every move–until his hips connects with the clap of your cheeks against his thighs.

his entire girth stretches you full, completely filling you up–all the curves and ridges molding to his shape. deep enough to feel the slight pain inflicted on your cervix, fuck.

he pulls out almost completely, seeing your face stretch and moan when he fills you up with him. his arm holds out his face as if he was taking a photo of himself, letting you see the way his face rests in the crook of your shoulder biting down on the exposed skin of your dress, “fuck, keep moaning–let her see the way i fuck you right here.”

you get louder, his hips rut with fast rhythm his mission to make you cum for his little film. his blue eyes flickering up to him as his other hand holds onto your cheeks between his fingers forcing your face towards the lens, making sure to capture ever change in your face. your tits nearly fall off your top when he thrusts, your hips burning at the pain against the sink top now but it didn’t matter when you were coming.

he bends you towards him, your back arched and ass perfectly placed in his lap. his hips make your tits bounce on camera, “fuck, fuck, you gonna come for me? come on, lemme’ hear it.”

his lips attach to yours during your climax, his tongue jutting inside exploring the roof of your mouth–curling his tongue with yours, open mouthed–overly wet loud smacking surround the room. alongside the mixed sounds of two people cumming and lips trying to swallow eachother up during it all. “god, i’m close. i’m gonna’ stuff you full of cum.”

he milks his high, letting it all lose inside. satoru thrusts you off your high, pushing his cum in and in deeper–splurting his beads all to the point where they burst out the sides of your cunt. he lets out a deep last groan drawing it out resting his head on the back of your shoulder as he looks down at where your bodies connect, giving his last few pumps, leaving his cock inside to dwindle down.

“ugh, i’m so full.” you breathed, feeling his cum making your stomach bloat.

satoru nips your skin, “yea, full of me.”

“hmfp–” your cunt is warm, silken with fresh mixed arousal. “you gonna clean me up?”

“course.”

he pulls out, all the cum dripples out–he takes almost all the tissue out of the dispenser. wipes you up and cleans himself as well. nice aftercare, you guess.

you adjust your dress, sitting back against the sink feeling your pussy throbbing and burning from the raw sex–he went hard, harder than you expected for someone who could barely wash his own hands right now.

“you sober?”

he shakes his head, “not even close.”

you pull out your phone and wave it around, “airdrop me the clips?”

“sure.”

he does it, and you’re surprised to see almost ten different videos, different clips of different perspectives. lots of shit to be mad at, angles of your face full of his cock, your pussy with his fingers inside, his penetration, his fucking–with both your faces feeling eachother, and the creampie.

“you want my number alongside that?”

you bite your lip, “nope.”

he’s confused, its cute. he’s never been rejected before. “you’re kidding right?” 

you shake your head, “sorry, i’m not.”

“whys that?” his voice is monotone, he’s staring the you through the mirror with his lips between his teeth.

you shrug, “you used me for revenge, i used you for sex. i don’t date and i definitely don’t date my friend’s ex.”

“i thought she was just your roommate–i thought you hated her,” he asks, he starts to wipe his eyes again.

“i hate all my friends–just a girls thing–”

“you fucking used me?”

you huff, crossing your arms, “don’t get mad now. you just came in me, be grateful i’m not mad.”

“fuck, i’m not mad,” his face grows a shocked grin, his tongue jutting his cheek, “i’ve never been used before–is this how it feels?”

“satoru,” you pout, leaning towards him when you jumped off the sink your heels clicking against the tiles, “you’re not that dumb right? i won’t spell it out for you…but i’m definitely not your first, sorry.”

satoru scoffs, shaking his head while you walked out the door. he mumbles something to himself, you could hear it slightly–most of it drown out by the music from the bar.

“girls these days, fucks sake.”

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hey! saw that your requests are open, so might as well give it a shot! may i request for a gn!mc!reader who is just like kazuha? like as poetic, calm, gentle etc. just like him? with the dorm leaders please! (twisted wonderland & you can subtract a few people if you want!

Ah yes Kazuha my favorite character besides Albedo 😌 

this was very fun to write, I hope you enjoy it!

Riddle Rosehearts

You're calm and gentle demeanor would be a rather good contrast for his short tempered self

He enjoys hearing your poems a lot! He thinks it's extremely creative and that you're great at making poems!

The soothe and melodic tone of your voice is something he dearly loves

The inner tease that would come out often flustered the poor boi, and he's unable to respond, resulting in even more teasing from you and the others

He may try to enforce the rules of the queen of hearts to save himself but he wouldn't do too much of a harsh punishment lol

He also find your great sense of smell to be extremely useful whenever a naive first year accidently lets out the animals

You can always find them almost immediately and soothe them if any were hysterical

Leona Kingscholar

Let's be honest

He probably finds you really annoying

You're so persistent and you constantly recited poems and haikus of the area around you

He can never hide from you either, your great sense of smell and attunement with nature always revealing where he is.

Of course, you eventually grow on him as your soft and melodic voice, or even playing a tune with a random leaf, helps him sleep even better than he normally does

And your mischievous nature will sometimes help him escape from the clutches of teachers and Ruggie alike

He's grateful for that but he'll never admit it out loud for you to hear

So even if he is all talk about you being a menace and that he doesn’t like you, things just wouldn't be the same if you were gone

Azul Ashengrotto

He finds your attunement with nature quite interesting and may even attempt to get that skill with a contract

Thankfully, your quick wits help you out of that quite fast

And as the year progresses, he makes many more attempts, always being outwitted by you

It eventually becomes somewhat of a competition but is able to learn much more about you throughout it

Such as your mischievous nature, outwitting him or Jade and Floyd with outlandish or stupid tactics

Sometimes your teasing nature will fluster him similarly to Riddle, except he's able to regain his composure quickly and try to get back at you

Not very successful though

He finds your ability to make music with a simple leaf extremely interesting and will inquire if you could teach him that

He likely won't do very well though and will get irritated

Although your melodic laughter and smile will quickly lift his spirits

Kalim Al-Asim 

He's amazed by you!

More or less like a puppy dog jumping around you in excitement

He'll be asking you about everything and may even ask you to teach him some things such as playing a tune on a leaf

I think he would be pretty good at it since he's in the light music club, although probably not as good as you

He would take it with a large grin though

Kalim would like to know everything about your attunement to nature: what you hear, what you see, what the wind tells you, and more

You can tell him all your poems and he will think every single one is great despite not knowing what half of them mean most of the time lol

He may try to do it himself, but the results won't be as good lol

Jamil may need to step in to stop him from giving himself a headache

Vil Schoenheit 

Honestly he'd probably only be interested in your skills for doing films and such

Of course he'd find them interesting, but I doubt he would care that much

But let's expand on the film point

He may cast you as just a side character that plays a couple tunes on a stage for the audience

Or maybe the wise mentor trope, using your attunement to nature as the main idea for your character

Regardless, the possibilities are endless in his eyes, and he'll seek them all out

Idia Shroud 

He would be very curious about your skills, maybe even comparing you to some anime protagonists

He would probably be really freaked out by your skills, not in the bad way though, just in a really shocked way since he rarely goes outside and interact with nature

So for you to speak about nature and such, he'd just be having one of those moments like in the thinking intensely memes

While he doesn't understand much of what you're speaking about, he'll still enjoy your voice, finding it soothing when he's anxious

He probably really hates your mischievous and teasing side as he doesn't know how to handle it and is probably really easy to fluster lol

Ortho also really likes you, finding all your skills super cool! He will want to learn more despite being able to do similar things through his tech gear and features!

Malleus Draconia

He very much enjoys you and finds that you and Lillia are very similar

Calm, gentle, a bit of an old soul, speaking poetically, and more

Even your mischievous sides are similar

So unlike some of the previous dorm leaders, he'll know how to handle you thanks to Lillia lol

Regardless, he is very impressed with you! It's very rare to meet a human like you with how connected to nature you are

Being able to see hidden paths left by creatures and others, hearing things from far away, your strong sense of smell, and more

Your poems are also very good and he enjoys listening to them while he's on his nightly walk

May give you a couple gifts as thank you for your poems and such :)

It's been a while since I last wrote these bois so sorry if they're OOC!