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To Be Worthy For You | C.D.

You were never one to let others in easily – a common trait for most Slytherins, you presume. Yet, Cedric Diggory seemed to do just that.

𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 November 1993

It was an awfully rainy day when you first met. You were dragged by both Pansy and Daphne to attend the Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff Quidditch game to hit two birds with one stone – to watch Gryffindor lose and to ogle at Hogwarts’ golden boys.

“While I do respect the activities you partake in, I just don’t see why I have to join you.” You lamented from your desk as they hurriedly put their makeup on.

“Oh, come on. Lighten up, will you? We both know you need a break from all the books you’ve been reading and what better way to unwind than watching men go at it?” Pansy explained with a wink.

“I’m pretty sure you prefer to watch Malfoy go at it but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.” You snickered. That earned you a pillow haphazardly thrown your way and the right for them to steal you away from your desk but seeing Pansy’s furious blush was definitely worth it.

After the game, you quietly thanked Pansy and Daphne for dragging you out to watch the spectacular display of Potter falling off of his broom.

“Don’t thank us just yet! We still have one thing to do in our checklist.” Pansy joked.

“And what exactly did you have in mind?”

Daphne couldn’t hide the amusement written all over her face. “Well, we didn’t put on our makeup for nothing, did we? We have to congratulate the boys on a job well done and maybe get a few dates to Hogsmeade.”

You were exasperated to say the least. Though the three of you have been inseparable since you were all sorted in Slytherin, you couldn’t fathom how your two best friends could sometimes be such utter bimbos.

Daphne, Pansy, and many other fangirls practically launched themselves on the Hufflepuff boys as soon as they saw them exiting their tent. You decided to quietly wait at a distance for your idiotic best friends to finish to avoid getting trampled on.

As you observed from the sidelines, you could see why the Hufflepuff boys were hugely popular. They were charismatic, charming, and definitely easy on the eyes. You were looking at one boy in particular when you accidentally locked eyes with him. You hurriedly looked away and hoped that he didn’t take notice of you. You had no such luck as he excused himself from the flock of damsels around him and made his way towards you.

“Um, hi. Are you waiting for someone in particular?”

You sighed. You were never one to make conversation with students from other houses but you didn’t want to be particularly rude to this boy either. “Oh, I’m actually waiting for my friends to finish talking with you lot. Congratulations for winning the first game of the season by the way.”

You could swear his cheeks turned rosy. “Thanks. I’m surprised to see you–” he widened his eyes as he caught himself “of course, by ‘you’ I mean Slytherins in general– here. From what I recall, you usually watch your own games.”

You pointed back to the fangirls near the tent. “Tell that to Pansy and Daphne over there. I don’t think they got that part of the memo.”

He laughed. “Well, I’m glad they didn’t. I’m Cedric, Cedric Diggory, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

He gave you a knowing smile. “I know.”

After that fateful encounter, you noticed that you seemed to bump into him wherever you go. Slowly, the awkward hi’s and hello’s turned into a few minutes of shy conversation in the hallways which then became pleasant study sessions once a week and, finally, morphed into casually hanging out together whenever possible.

However, becoming close friends with Cedric Diggory was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, you finally had deep conversations with someone who was just as interested as you were in topics that both Pansy and Daphne deemed as ‘boring’; On the other hand, you were constantly thrusted into the spotlight and talked about behind your back for better or for worse; and it’s usually for worse when it comes to his fangirls. Nevertheless, you took it all in stride as a Slytherin would do. They were, after all, just naive little girls who were jealous of your position.

July 1994

After exchanging letters with Cedric all summer, you both agreed to meet for a few hours before the final game of the Quidditch World Cup. You waited for him by the concession stands as instructed. After a few minutes of waiting, you felt a tap on shoulder. You turned around and spotted Cedric and his father.

“Hi, Y/N. Sorry to have kept you waiting.” He fiddled with his right pocket and brought out a beautiful necklace with a golden snitch pendant. “This uh… is for you.” He murmured as he shyly handed it to you.

“Oh, it’s lovely! Though, I don’t understand. Was there a special occasion I am unaware of?”

“I– I just thought it fitting to give you something to remind you of me since we haven’t seen each other in two months.” He explained as he scratched the back of his head.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Would you mind helping me put it on?”

“No, not at all!”

When he was done placing the necklace on you, his father coughed to signal Cedric to finally introduce him. “Ah, yes. This is my father, Amos Diggory. Dad, this is Y/N L/N.”

Amos quickly took your hands to give it a firm shake. “So lovely to finally meet the mysterious Y/N. I’ve got to say my expectations were already quite high with how my boy always talked about you since last Christmas but, even so, you still surpassed them!”

You were amused by his candidness. “You flatter me, Amos, but I must also say the same for you. Your son speaks very highly of you after all.”

You exchanged a couple more pleasantries with him before going on your way with Cedric. As the both of you were taking in the sights, you fell into comfortable conversation of anything and everything. Hours that seemed only liked minutes passed by and, in a flash, the time to say your goodbyes for that night has come.

“Let me walk you to your parents at the minister’s box. It’s the least I could do for agreeing to be with me instead of your other friends.”

“Though I accept your offer, Cedric, you should know it is not and will never be a chore to spend time with you.”

He practically beamed at that.

Just before you reached your destination, you decided it would only be fair to introduce Cedric to your parents just as he did with you. However, judging by how contemptuous your parents were just by watching him, you started to realize that maybe this was not the best plan after all.

“Ah, my dearest daughter. Your father and I are so glad you could finally join us. So, is this the boy you have been wasting time with on this fine evening?”

You gave Cedric a comforting squeeze on his arm. “Time with Cedric is never wasted, mother. I have always enjoyed his company after all.”

Your father closed the distance and raised his hand for Cedric to shake. “Cedric’s the name, is it? Would we happen to know your parents, dear boy?”

“My father is Amos Diggory, sir. He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”

“Tsk. I can’t say I know of him.”

That earned an eye roll from you. “He is a respected employee of the Ministry, father. It is quite possible you may not know of him since the both of you work at Gringotts.”

“My dear, you do not need to be in the same field to know of other wizards. You need only be well-distinguished.”

You knew your parents were pompous but this was crossing well over the line. You looked straight into your father’s eyes to make your statement loud and clear. “It matters not to me of how esteemed any of my close friends are; only if they are loyal and true. Though, you need not worry since Cedric is as well-distinguished as they come given how well he is doing in Hogwarts.”

As you wrapped up your dialogue, you heard the sirens signalling that the Quidditch game was about to begin. You felt a hand lay on your shoulder. “It’s quite alright, Y/N. Your parents are allowed to have their own opinions. I only wanted to accompany you back here; not for you to start a fight with them.” He then faced your parents. “It was lovely meeting the both of you. I hope we meet in better circumstances. Please enjoy the game.” With that, he looked back at you once more before leaving you with a heavy feeling in your chest.

As much as you wanted to see Cedric again after the game and apologize, your parents gave strict orders for you to leave early with your house elf in tow. When you read the headlines on the Daily Prophet the next day, you knew deep down it was more than a coincidence that the Death Eaters attacked right after you left.

September 1994

You were having your usual study sessions with Cedric in the library when he decided to drop some heavy news on you.

“I’m… I’m planning to submit my name to the Goblet of Fire and I would appreciate it if you are there when I do.”

You widened your eyes at that. You truly wished he was joking but his face did not give away anything. You placed your hand over his across the table. “Cedric, you know I will support you in any decision you make but people have died from participating in the tournament. Is this ‘eternal glory’ truly what you want?”

He paused and looked down at the table. “No, not exactly,” He took a deep breath before meeting your eyes with great intensity. “but maybe it would lead me closer to what I want most.”

With words like that, you knew how much this meant to him. All you could do is agree and hope for the best. “Alright. Then, I’ll help you in anyway I can.”

October 1994

You were nervously tapping your fingers on the table. Dumbledore has just announced the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang champion, which only left the Goblet of Fire to choose for Hogwarts. As much as you wanted Cedric to be chosen, he was the most worthy to be champion after all, you also wanted nothing more than him to stay well away from probably killing himself.

Finally, the Goblet of Fire spat out a name.

“The Hogwarts champion…. Cedric Diggory.”

The whole Hufflepuff house erupted in applause as Cedric stood up to take the stage. He found you clapping from across the room and gave you a small smile. Though the tasks ahead were tremendously difficult and dangerous, you had no doubt that Cedric would rise to the challenge to take the Tri-Wizard Cup and you will do anything in your power to help him achieve that.

Although having the Goblet of Fire spit out Potter’s name was unexpected, you and Cedric did not let that deter you from doing whatever (within the rules) was necessary to win. The First Task went by without a hitch with the help of Potter’s information and the clue hidden in the golden egg was fairly easy to crack once you realized the voices were of merfolk. The only thing left to worry about for now was the Yule Ball.

December 1994

Ever since the Yule Ball was announced, you took notice that Cedric had never left your side unless you had classes or had to report back to your dormitories; and as the days passed, he had become more and more nervous around you. One night, as he escorted you back to the dungeons after dinner, you decided you had enough of his evasiveness and asked him point-blank what the matter was.

“Cedric, you know you can tell me anything right?”

He was surprised there was a possibility you would think otherwise. “Of course, Y/N. I trust you with my life.”

“Then, would you tell me why you have been acting so strangely recently?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. “What do you mean?”

“Cedric, something seems to have been bothering you for the past couple of days and I can’t help you out unless I know what the problem is.”

He sighed. He had been waiting for the right time to pluck up the courage to ask you to the Yule Ball. However, every time he would open his mouth, he would always think back to the friendship you both have built and how it may all crumble down if you finally realize how much he felt for you from the start. Little did he know that his antics were making you worry. “Ah, my apologies. I didn’t mean to trouble you like that. It’s just… I was wondering… if you’d like to go the Yule Ball with me?”

You chuckled at that. “Cedric Diggory! You made me worry for how many days, only for you to ask me such a simple question? Given that we have been practicing the opening dance in our spare time, it wouldn’t make much sense if we didn’t attend the ball together, wouldn’t it?”

He knew from your answer you didn’t understand what he was trying to imply and as much as he wanted to clarify, he thought it best to leave it be. For the past year, you never did pick up his feelings for you and/or show any interest in him other than friendship. He thought that maybe it was time to accept that that’s all it was meant to be. He nodded at you with a rue smile. “Yeah, it wouldn’t make much sense to me either.”

You spent the next day as usual with Cedric, who was definitely more relaxed (but weirdly downcast) this time around. After you bade each other goodnight, you were suddenly bombarded with questions and exclamations by both Pansy and Daphne when you entered your shared room.

“We’ve heard you finally said yes to poor Cedric!”

“It was about time, Y/N. I thought you’d never return his feelings!”

“Did you know that boy has been following you around like a puppy ever since that Quidditch game?”

“I’ve even heard from Malcolm and Anthony that it was for much longer! It was the first time they’ve seen Cedric so lovestruck!”

Wait. Wait. Wait. What?

You had no clue what they were talking about and it showed on your face. They immediately both stopped babbling when they realized it.

“You did say yes to him, didn’t you?” Pansy asked.

“To attend the Yule Ball with him? Of course, I did. We have been practicing the dance together for weeks now. I thought it was obvious for us to go together to avoid any unfortunate accidents.”

Daphne looked at you worryingly as she put a hand on your shoulder. “Oh, sweetheart. Did you really think that was the only basis for Cedric to ask you to be his date out of all the girls he could have gone with?”

Did Cedric really see you in that way? You tried to recall all of your interactions together and you swore nothing popped out for you to think he had felt something for you. You went to your bed and lied down. “I… I don’t know anymore.”

Pansy huffed as she sat down on your bed. “Look, Y/N. You may not realize this but there have been other boys who have tried to catch your attention for the past few years.”

You immediately shot up. “That’s not true. I would definitely have known.”

Daphne howled with laughter as she took up the other space next to you. “You never did! There was Michael and Roger from Ravenclaw, Cormac from Gryffindor, Zach from Hufflepuff, and even from our own house: Marcus, Terrence–“

Pansy bumped your shoulder. “–even Draco was nuts about you during our first year.”

“You see? All those boys liked you but eventually gave up on the chase since you never gave them the time of day. So, seeing someone actually succeed in breaking your walls down other than me and Pansy… It’s nothing short of a miracle.”

You laid your head on Daphne’s shoulder. “Do you really think Cedric likes me in that way?”

“There is nothing I’m more sure of.”

“The more important question here,” Pansy noted “is if you feel the same way?”

You took a pause at that. “To be honest, I’m not sure what to feel. You know, I’m quite overwhelmed with all of this new information.”

“Take all the time you need to process. We’re always here for you.”

Ever since that night, while you still treated Cedric the same you have always done, you started to notice the little things he’d do for you that he would never do for anyone else – he would patiently wait for you outside your classes to walk with you no matter how short the distance, he would always ask to carry your belongings to wherever you needed to be no matter how light or heavy, and he would never miss your study sessions together no matter how tired he was even after his Quidditch practices.

To top it all off, any lingering doubts you’ve had of his feelings towards you were completely washed away with the way he looked at you and kept you close to his side during the Yule Ball. By the end of the night, you have decided to yourself that you were irrevocably and wholeheartedly also in love with this man and you would do anything to keep him by your side.

February 1995

After that magical night, you were bewildered to find that everything still continued on as usual between you and Cedric, if not with a little bit more distance. Though he was still only sweet with you, the spark that you felt during the Yule Ball was certainly gone. As much as both Daphne and Pansy have tried reassuring you, you couldn’t help but question if he still had feelings for you or if he ever had feelings for you at all.

A few hours before the Second Task, you weren’t at all surprised to learn you were chosen for Cedric to retrieve in the Black Lake – you were close friends after all – however, you were surprised to see his intense reaction after he rescued you.

Right after he brought the both of you up to the platform, his hands were all over your face and body to make sure there was not a single scratch on you. Once he was satisfied, he took you in his arms in a strong and protective hug.

“Thank Merlin you are safe. I immediately knew something was wrong when I couldn’t find you before the Second Task. When you weren’t present by the time the bell sounded, I knew it was you they had taken and so I swam as fast as I could to find you.” He cupped his hands to your face. “I couldn’t bear knowing that you weren’t safe. I… I care about you too much.”

You were at a loss of words. You wanted to confess your growing feelings for him right then and there but he was suddenly whisked away by Moody for the announcement of winners.

After that incident, Cedric seemed hell-bent to spend every waking hour he could with you as if you would suddenly disappear when he wasn’t looking. In turn, you had gradually allowed yourself to show your affection for him in any way you could – leaning your head on his shoulder, linking arms with him, letting your touch linger, and the like. Cedric, however, never seemed to catch on. Little did you know that that day would come sooner rather than later.

June 1995

The day of the third task finally arrived. You wanted to stay by Cedric’s side the whole day but Neville Longbottom shyly approached you at lunch to accompany him to Moody’s and ask him for more books on water-plants. You just couldn’t say no since you became quite protective of him after the incident during the DADA class on Unforgivable Curses. You excused yourself but not before quietly promising Cedric you’ll be right back.

While Neville was talking with Moody, you observed something quite peculiar yet strangely familiar – Moody apparently had a tongue-flicking tic. However, when he noticed you staring, he immediately went for a bottle on his table and drank some god-awful thing judging by the way he shivered. When he and Neville left to his private book collection, you instinctively picked up the bottle and sniffed.

You knew exactly what it was from the odor it was emitting: a polyjuice potion.

Then, it instantly clicked in your head. You know of only one other person with the same tic from reading your parents’ Daily Prophet archives and you were 100% sure your parents and he ran in the same circle. When Neville was satisfied with the book he borrowed, you told him to go ahead since you still had a few things to chat about with this 'Moody'.

You immediately went for your wand and pointed it accusingly at him. “Why haven’t you been caught yet?”

'Moody' only smirked. “Well, they’re all not as sharp as you, sweetheart.”

“So, what exactly is your endgame here?”

“If you truly know who I am, then you know where my loyalties lie; and if you’re as sharp as I think you are, then you’d also know where your parents stand.”

You couldn’t help but sigh. Your parents may be dark, pompous, pureblood arses but you knew at the bottom of your heart you could never betray them. “I do.”

“Good. Then, allow me to give you some advice. Don’t let your boyfriend win and touch the Triwizard cup. It will only end badly for him. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few errands to run before the third task.”

With that, Bartemius left you to wallow in your thoughts.

As promised, you returned to Cedric’s side at the courtyard with the third task only hours away. He knew something was off with you yet you weren’t willing to talk about it. He wanted nothing more than for you to share your burden with him.

Cedric nudged you by the shoulder. “Y/N, you know you can tell me anything right?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, Cedric. I trust you with my life.”

“Then, would you tell me why you have been acting so strangely recently?”

Now your smile turned into a bellowing laugh. “Alright, alright. I get it. Oh, how the tables have turned.”

Cedric laughed with you. “While that meant to lighten up the mood, I am truly asking. Ever since you came back, you have been acting so disheartened and I just can’t bear to see you like this.”

Bartemius’ words echoed through your head. You wanted nothing more than to tell Cedric everything but you knew it would only bring him closer to danger. As you placed your hands on his, you decided to just go with your gut. “Cedric, I need you to listen to me. I can’t tell you everything now but I need you to trust me when I say that whatever you do during the third task, do not let anyone touch the Triwizard Cup.”

He was confused to say the least but his trust in you overcame all skepticism and doubt in his mind. “If that’s what you need me to do to ease your mind, I’ll do it.”

For that, you were grateful.

Minutes kept ticking by with no sign of either Cedric or Potter. You were filled with a sense of dread yet still holding on to all the hope you could muster. All of a sudden, a blinding flash of light appeared with Potter and Cedric in tow. Before you felt any sense of ease, Harry started to weep right in front of Dumbledore. Only then did you notice that Cedric hasn’t moved at all.

“He’s back! He’s back! Voldemort’s back! Cedric, he tried to warn me but I didn’t listen. This is all my fault!”

You ran as quickly as you could with Amos in tow. When you reached Cedric’s body, Harry couldn’t stop repeating his words.

“He told me not to touch the cup. He told me not to touch it and yet I did. He tried to stop me. I’m so, so sorry. I should have listened.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see 'Moody' drag Potter away from the mess he created. Though you know you should have stopped him, you didn’t care about anything at that point other than checking on Cedric and Cedric alone. To your utter relief, he was still breathing, albeit extremely faint. “Amos, he’s still alive. We need to get him to Madam Pomfrey.”

Amos hugged you as tight as he could and had no intentions of letting you go until Cedric was safely brought to the hospital wing. As Madam Pomfrey was busy with him, you promised yourself to not leave his and Amos’ side until he wakes up.

As dawn approached, Cedric finally stirred from his sleep.

“Dad? Y/N?”

You and Amos immediately rushed to his side.

“My boy! My precious boy. You gave us all a fright.”

“I hope I didn’t worry you two too much.”

You rolled your eyes at that. “Yes, you almost dying would never make us worry at all.”

Cedric tried to chuckle but immediately winced and held on to his ribs. You quickly checked on his bandages and saw the blood seeping through. You searched in the cupboards for new ones. “Here, sit up and let me change that for you.”

As you were working on his wounds, Amos watched the both of you with a twinkling eye. “You both must be hungry. Let me get breakfast while you tend to his wounds.”

When Amos left the two of you, you fell into a comfortable silence. Once you were satisfied with how the bandages were positioned, Cedric finally spoke.

“I finally understood why you couldn’t tell me everything. Your parents… they were there along with a few other of his followers.”

“Thank you for trusting me so blindly. I’m just glad you made it out of that whole situation alive.”

He smirked at that. “You’re forgetting I also technically won the Triwizard Tournament with Harry.”

You smacked his uninjured shoulder. “Hmph, I still have no clue as to why you terribly wanted to join the Tournament in the first place.”

He turned solemn. “After all this time, you still couldn’t figure it out?”

“Figure out what?”

He sighed. Maybe it’s the brush of death fuelling his confidence, but he knew he would never have the courage otherwise. It was now or never. “I was never after the eternal glory the Triwizard Tournament promised. I just thought… maybe if I did something worthy enough, you’d finally see me in a different light.” He took your hands on his own. “I knew you were special from the moment I saw your duel during Lockhart’s club but I never had the opportunity to talk with you until that Quidditch game. I knew we would be great friends from the start but the more we spent time together, the deeper I felt for you; and I fell hard. I know I’m taking a big risk by saying this but you deserve to know the truth: I love you, Y/N, with all my heart and I hope that this trivial thing doesn’t change our friendship.”

You let him bask in his feelings before you moved a muscle. When you were satisfied that he gathered his thoughts back, you slowly brought his hands to your lips and gave it a slight peck. “If you must know, I fell for you too along the way.”

Cedric shot his eyes up and gasped. “Did you… Did you really?”

You made sure that his eyes were locked on you when you replied. “I did. Maybe a little later than you but just as deeply.”

He beamed at that. “Then, may I kiss you now?”

You only nodded before he swiftly placed his lips against yours.

Little did the both of you know that Amos was just behind the doors with a tray of food, thanking Merlin that his son finally plucked up the courage to confess to the only girl he fell for and that you reciprocated his feelings all the same. He wished the both of you well before interrupting your moment with a hearty laugh.

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venerawrites · 3 months ago

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good morning/evening! first time requesting kinda nervous/hj LMAO

I wanted to know if I could get headcanons for Sasuke, Neji and Kakashi when they find the person they're in love with (but not in a relationship with yet) crying and how they'd react/comfort them and stuff!

author's note: hi, lovely anon! I love your idea for headcanons and I realized how crazy it is that I never wrote any of the characters' reactions to their s/o crying, despite having written so many stuff for them already 😭 I really hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting! <3

➤ Sasuke

How to say this delicately...

He SUCKS at comforting!

Given his stoic and reserved nature and the fact that growing up he was either a) by himself; or b) surrounded by criminals, the only crying he had to deal with before was the one of his fangirls and he NEVER really cared to comfort them.

So when he saw his s/o crying for the first time it was both awkward and stressful for him.

What was he supposed to say? He didn't want to pressure his s/o to talk about things if you were not yet ready to do so, but at the same time he was dying to know what or WHO made them cry (so he can take care of the problem ASAP!).

He is also not sure what is appropriate? A hug? Holding their hand?

He would probably reluctantly pat their back a few times if his s/o decide to hug him, before removing his hand and just keep it in his lap.

Great listener - his s/o can ramble on and on, and on, and on and he will sit there and listen to EVERY SINGLE word coming out of their mouth.

Not great at giving any advice tho - he would probably just reply with "hm" or "don't be sad".

It's so bad I want to give him a zero, but that is not possible so I give him a 1. (1/10)

➤ Neji

Not that different from Sasuke tbh, but still SIGNIFICANTLY better.

Raised with the idea of having to be stoic and keep his emotions in check, he was never good with his own feelings, let alone those of the people around him.

On top of that the only person he has actually seen crying is Rock Lee, but then again he is often crying, so Neji never actually bothered to comfort him or even ask what is wrong.

Seeing his s/o crying, however, was a completely different experience and he went through a few different stages.

The first one was panic. What was wrong? Why are they crying? Did somebody hurt them?

He would not shy away from asking questions and try to get more information about what or who had upset them.

The second stage is annoyance. If it was a person that caused his s/o to be upset, he would definitely make sure to have a word with them later!

The final stage is gentleness. Neji is a very gentle man, despite his reserve attitude. He would probably not get very physical (unless his s/o is the one initiating the contact), but he will sit close to them and provide a shoulder for them to cry on.

The type of man to give his s/o a philosophical advice and tell them that things "will be alright, because fate always have its own plans".

4.5/10 overall. He is not naturally gifted at comforting, but he still tries hard.

➤ Kakashi

King of Empathy; Emperor of Great Life Advices and the Knight in Shining armour that everyone needs <3

Just kidding... but still, Kakashi is actually great when it comes to comforting his s/o!

First of all, he is a great listener and also knows how to delicate question them without pressuring them or making them uncomfortable.

He would hold his s/o in his arms and let them cry away their feelings without making them initiate the contact first. He would just do what feels right in the moment (which is to hold his s/o close and protect them from the world!).

Gives great advices! In fact, he would know exactly what to say so his s/o realises that they are not alone and they can always rely on him.

Honestly, I think his reaction and next actions would heavily depend on how upset his s/o actually is.

If it is about something minor, he would try to crack a few jokes till he sees a small smile playing on their lips. He would then go: "Here we go! I knew you had it in you to smile. Now let's go and grab some lunch, hm? My treat."

If it something serious, he will just hold them in his arms and encourage them to let out all of their fears, tears and frustration. He doesn't mind spending the whole night comforting them and would make sure to bring them home safe after they fall asleep in his arms.

Would probably give his s/o a gift a few days or weeks later just to make them a little bit happier.

100/10 (but are we even surprised, when everything about Kakashi is 100/10?!)

cc artwork: John Dunham

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f10werfae · 2 years ago

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O.K since your a fan of haikyuu could you write about Tōru Oikawa dating shy and sweet reader, who is their volleyball manager. headcanon if you want

Tōru Oikawa x Shy!Sweet!Reader

summary: Headcanon of Oikawa and Y/n’s relationship

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♡ Oikawa first spotted shy!reader when she stumbled into the gymnasium holding a poster of theirs, which said they were looking for a new manager

♡ At first she was extremely shy, even finding it awkward to hand out their water bottles as their simple ‘thank yous’ would make her blush bright red. Oikawa would make it a mission to deliberately tease her by saying things like “You look extra pretty today Y/n, is that for me?”

♡ “Stop teasing me, it hurts” After a few months of endless teasing Y/n decided to confront Oikawa outside the gym after practice, she hated the fact that this brunette that she had grown to admire seemed to love making her uncomfortable. Almost as if he hated her. “What are you talking about? Can’t you see what i’m doing? Why I walk you home everyday after practice? The compliments I give you every second? You think i’m trying to hurt you”

♡ “Well that’s what it seems like” She muttered looking down, her shoes becoming the most interesting thing in the world. One of his hands planted by her head as he leaned in, their faces inches from each other, “Tell me Y/n, do you feel anything for me or am I being stupid?”

♡ When Y/n simply nodded her head, that was all it took for Oikawa to finally plant a sweet kiss onto her lips, her hands gripping onto the ends of his volleyball jacket. “Have I told you today, how pretty you look Y/n?”

♡ It was only a shock to the rest of the team when Oikawa and their shy!manager walked with their hands intertwined, her schoolbag over his other shoulder as he kissed her forehead tenderly with his hands cupping her face before they separated. With Oikawa going to the coach and Y/n starting her duties.

♡ “So I can sleepover tonight?” Oikawa would asking jokingly every single day on the walk home, only to be shocked one day when Y/n finally said he could; she swore his face grew redder with him practically speed walking to her home for a night full of cuddling and stolen kisses

♡ His fangirls weren’t necessarily as big a problem once they moved onto the other teammates such as Iwaizumi. Although on the odd occasion Y/n would find a girl flirting to Oikawa she’d stay hidden to hear him say things like, “Haven’t you seen how pretty my girlfriend looks today?” “Hey where did you get that bag? I think she’d like something like that”

♡At all his games he would whine and throw childish tantrums when she’d show up in assistant coach attire rather than his jersey which he gave. So the times she’d appear. wearing the number “1” he would howl up into the audience telling everyone that was his girlfriend and how proud he was of her. Showing her off even to the other teams, causing the likes of Nishinoya and Tanaka to wonder how the hell he managed to bag such a sweet girl.

♡ “Ok but you’re l not doing it right Y/nnn” He whined turning around, clearly not happy with Y/n’s abilities of being the bigger spoon, her body not being able to fully wrap around the lanky player. “It’s not my fault you’re tall” She would scoff turning around in his bed rolling her eyes, and like clockwork he would immediately snuggle into her bag, effectively making her the little spoon which honestly they both preferred.

♡ “Coach why can’t we share a room? Don’t you trust me?” Showing off his pretty eyes to his coach, he intertwined his fingers with Y/n’s as they sat in the lobby of the hotel they were staying at during the tournament away from home. Her suitcase already held in his hands, because funnily enough they decided to just share a suitcase to make it easier, and so they have no excuse but to share a hotel room.

♡ “I have something for you Tōru, I made it myself” Y/n beamed pushing over a food container to her boyfriend, the playing field was empty during lunch with everyone else rushing to get food from the canteen. “What is it? Did my pretty girlfriend make me food?” Giddily he unwrapped the cloth tied around it to reveal slices of his favourite milk bread, his holy grail.

♡ “Did you make anymore milk bread?” Oikawa would ask the next day, circling around his girlfriend as soon as she walked through the school gates, his smile widening when she handed him a whole loaf this time; his hand patted his stomach happily while his other arm wrapped around her shoulder affectionately. “I am definitely a lucky guy”

♡ “Hey pretty who are you? Oh wait that’s my girl” He would call out in the middle of the hallway, using it as another opportunity to show off his fairytale relationship

♡“I bought us something, pretty. Look, it’s like matching pyjamas but cute” Holding up two sets of pyjamas he watched her face lighten up, the both of them immediately cramming into the bathroom to get changed before indulging in one of their scheduled movie nights. Every Friday it was almost obligatory for them to spend the night together, wrapped in each other’s warmth because there was honestly no one else Oikawa would rather spend his time with, other than his pretty.

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psa: first time writing for haikyuu so…

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thefiery-phoenix · 11 months ago

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YANDERE EUNTAE LEE(VASCO) HEADCANONS

Words cannot describe how much I adore this cinnamon roll and simp for this man. Cue the pterodactyl hyper fangirling and screeching from my side for him lol. One picture wouldn't do this buff cinnamon roll justice so I had to go all out for him

Look, he's an absolute cinnamon roll. He's also a romantic at heart. When he lays his eyes on you, that's when he realizes you're the one. He's a bit awkward and shy around girls but with you, he's all the more shy. It's almost adorable how flustered he gets when someone mentions you to him. Yet he's at a conflict with himself, he's worried that if he confesses to you you'll end up rejecting him. Which is why he has his loyal Burn Knuckles gang members to help him back him up. Vasco as a yandere would be extremely clingy, over protective, obsessive and possessive

He can't stand it when people look down on others. He can't stand bad guys. So what does he do when he sees you getting bullied or harassed by someone? He doesn't hesitate to jump into a fight to be your knight in shining armor despite all the bruises and wounds he's received. He just wants to protect you, keeping you safe and protecting you is always his number one priority. When you thanked him with that cute and adorable smile of yours, he swore he felt his heart stop beating and visions of you both getting married and having a little golden retriever as a pet and having a family together flashed in his mind. Which probably explained why he was so flustered and kept blushing like a tomato the whole time

He'll stare at you like you've descended from the heavens when you compliment him on his tattoos. You actually like them? Oh, you like his hair and his style too? Are you even a real person? You're an angel in his eyes. An angel who can do nothing wrong. Now, his mind will be occupied with you and of course his right hand man Jace would obviously know something is up with him. When he realizes Vasco's feelings of love for you exceed the usual and normal feelings of love, he calls an emergency meeting with the rest of the Burn knuckles members. Not because they're worried about his obsessive feelings of love for you that are getting out of control, rather, because they need to make sure you belong to Vasco no matter what. They're his loyal friends and family who'll be willing to follow him to the ends of the earth, you really think they wouldn't do whatever it takes to make him happy by ensuring you're with Vasco?

The Burn Knuckles members take their job quite seriously in making sure you're Vasco's. "Hey Jace...who's that lousy moron hitting on them?'' asked Ira Oh as he kept staring at you being hit on by some random jerk. Jace narrowed his eyes. "He obviously needs to be dealt with" said Jace as he and the rest of the Burn knuckles members would surround the guy and ask him to leave you the hell alone. Vasco won't be the one stalking you, his members will, to find out everything about you and to ensure you don't break their dear leader's heart

The first time you and Vasco went out together the Burn Knuckles members followed secretly after you both and stalked you guys during the whole thing. Vasco still might be a little awkward around you but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you. You're always occupied in his mind and heart. You'll be the only one to have that special place in his heart. If you end up tripping over something this chivalrous cinnamon roll here would catch you instantly. He's a shy yet chivalrous gentleman to you. However when it comes to other people hurting you, yeah...he'll ensure they get sent to the hospital. He doesn't care if he gets hurt, his motto is to protect. To protect you no matter what. He doesn't care if you're a good fighter or whatever, he will not allow you to join a fight at any cost. If you end up getting hurt he'll feel extremely guilty and seeing a wound or an injury on you will just end up breaking his soft heart. He's driven by the passion to protect you and keep you safe and he does it seriously

He likes giving you cute little gifts that he knows you might like. His heart flutters in joy whenever you smile at him and thank him. He likes giving you chocolate milk too everyday. If someone else makes the mistake of giving you chocolate milk, he'll just get pouty and sulky for a while and get grumpy about it and he'll buy some more chocolate milk for you and hand it to you while the rest of the Burn knuckles have a 'friendly' chat with the guy. He'll always cherish and treasure whatever you've made for him. You gave him a handmade card once and he almost cried from pure joy, it was like the gods answered his prayers. He'll always treasure your little gifts, they're made with affection and love for him. What sort of man would he be if he couldn't cherish the gifts of his future spouse?

He wouldn't do something too extreme like kidnapping you but he will do whatever it takes to ensure you're his. He can't lose you, he doesn't want to lose you to someone else. With all the nonsense he's had to endure in his past, he knows someone as innocent and fragile and angelic like you would simply get chewed out and spat out and used by the world. Let him be your protector and knight in shining armor

Would definitely love to have a family with you one day. If someone dares to snatch away that dream from him with you, he'll get quite mad. He'd like to come home to you hugging him and greeting him and having cuddle sessions on the couch with each other, as you run your fingers through his hair while the golden retriever puppy of yours naps on the couch next to you both. Married life with him would be so blissful, like heaven on earth. He'll be the best husband for you, along with his possessive and obsessive tendencies of course

You're the cute and innocent little thing he's sworn to protect. And a true man always abides by his word and promise no matter what and what sort of man would he be if he couldn't protect the one that resides in his heart?

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ghsttk · 4 months ago

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lucky

Scenario: You have won a unique opportunity to talk to your favorite guitarist in his dressing room.

Warnings: smut, female reader, daddy kink, degrading kink, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, oral sex (both), masturbation (reader), slaps, multiple rounds (two orals and one p in v), dacryphillia.

Word count: 2.9k

a/n: I was told today (literally right now) that I have a work presentation for tomorrow at school, I'm not going to proofread this. English is not my first language.

You just watched a Hollywood Vampires show and still feel the chills. It was only two hours long, but you loved every second of it, especially since you were close to the stage, getting a prime view of your favorite member, Johnny Depp. You recorded him, took pictures, shouted praises… You acted like the fangirl you are for him.

But you were more excited for what was about to come… When entering the stadium, some staff distributed papers with numbers to the crowd, it was a draw in which the prize would be a visit to a member's dressing room. Then, after the show, they revealed the winning numbers. And, being the lucky girl you are, you won a chat with the guitarist and vocalist Johnny Depp.

You follow the staff through the halls behind the stage, anxiously looking around, searching for Depp’s dressing room. You don’t know what you will talk about or even ask or do. Your heart races in anticipation as the staff slow their pace, indicating that his door is near. Your palms start sweating, and you hold your phone tightly, hands shaking. Should you ask him for a selfie first? Or a hug?

Before they open the door, they check if you’re carrying something that might be harmful. Once you show you’re clean, they step aside and let you enter. Inside, there’s him. Johnny Depp. He was drinking something clear in a small cup, sitting on an armchair with his legs crossed. You shyly step closer, shaking in excitement, finally meeting your idol. His eyes look up at you before raising his head, you shiver.

He grins and stands up, walking towards you. “Hello, sweetheart. What is your name?” He reaches to take your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles. You stutter your name, clearly self-conscious of your sweaty palms. He chuckles softly, amused. “You’re a pretty little thing. Come, have a seat.” He leads you to the armchair he was sitting in a few seconds ago. You settle down, hands on your lap, holding your phone.

“Did you like the show?” He crosses his arms, grinning. You nod and gasp softly for air. “C-Can we take a selfie together?” You point to your phone and hold your breath. He nods “Of course, sweetheart.” He places a hand on your waist as you stand up. You raise your phone and smile the best you can, taking a picture. It didn’t turn out well since your hand was shaking. “That’s okay, we can take another one later.” He reassures, stroking your back. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest. The man of your dreams, your idol, was so fucking close to you. His tattooed hand on you was impossible to ignore, and his strong perfume was so masculine and intoxicating.

“You came here alone?” He asks, tilting his head, and you nod. “And why that? Did your boyfriend refuse to accompany you tonight?” He asks indifferently, his words disguising his real intention — to find out if you were in a relationship. “Um? N-No, I actually don’t have a boyfriend.” You scratch the back of your neck, releasing an awkward chuckle. “Really? I find it hard to believe, you're too beautiful to be single.” He winks, teasing you as if you weren't already shy enough. “It is true! I don't have a boyfriend, actually never had one, I'm even still a virg-” You cut yourself off as you notice you're just rambling about anything that goes on your mind, your face heating up in embarrassment.

Johnny's eyebrows shut up in surprise but he chuckles softly in amusement, he finds you very interesting. You think he's laughing at you, which is compressible. You probably look like a weird fangirl who acts like a teenager.

“I'm sorry for that” You sigh and he shakes his head. “I don't mind, you're cute when stumbling over your own words.” He comments, still smirking charmingly. His thumb caresses your side since his hand is still on your waist. “Am I your favorite?” He teases again and you nod. “I'm your biggest fan, I'm so happy I won this chance to be here and talk with you.” You say proudly, smiling. “Oh, really?” He raises an eyebrow, his smirk still on his face. “So, you’re quite devoted to me, huh?” He towers over you, god have mercy. “Uh…Y-Yeah, I think I am” You chuckle nervously. “Oh yes, you are.” He holds your hips “I can see it, pretty thing, you can’t disguise it.” His smirk darkens.

Johnny’s hands move to your thighs and slide up slowly, tracing a path between your legs with his rough fingers. He watches your face the whole time, studying your reactions, until his dominant hand cups your heat. His fingers press hard against your clothed folds, his smirk widening as he feels the wetness. “This is for me, isn’t it?” He whispers, leaning closer. His fingers keep caressing your sensitiveness. “Bet if I order you something you would obey blindly, wouldn’t you?” He looks deep into your eyes.

Speechless, and clearly thinking with your pussy instead of your head, you nod. Hell yeah, you would do anything for this man in a heartbeat, without even questioning your morals. Johnny is pleased by your answer, he looks down at you, holding your chin. “Sit down, now.” He commands with a gentle push. You settle down, and your breathing is already getting altered. “Touch yourself like you would if I wasn’t here, like you would when you’re alone in your bedroom.” He says firmly, crossing his arms and staring down at you. You blink in surprise, unsure if you heard it right. But, under his hard stare, you wouldn’t want to do anything other than what you heard come out of his mouth.

You spread your legs and slowly slide your hand under your shorts, your fingers meeting the damp fabric of your panties. You drag your hips forward, trying to get comfortable as your fingertips stroke small circles on your clothed clit. Johnny licks his lips and points “Take them off, come on.” He demands “Let me see that pretty little pussy”. You obey him, of course, and hook your thumbs on your waistband, slowly pulling your shorts and panties down and letting them pool on your ankles. Johnny groans in approval and gestures to you to continue. You slide two fingers over your slit, slicking them, before slowly sinking them inside.

You feel quite nervous, but very agitated, with Johnny watching your every movement. Your breath becomes slightly deeper as you start thrusting your thin fingers inside, closing your eyes to try to amplify the sensations. Johnny chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “Oh my... You need me, don’t you?” He mocks you, asking with his voice high-pitched. You only nod at him, your lips forming a pout. “Then beg for it, you dirty slut.” He suddenly turns stern, asserting his dominance - as if you ever doubted it.

“P-Please” You choke it out, but that isn’t enough. He raises his eyebrows, silently ordering you to continue. “Please, Johnny-” He interrupts you with a hard glare and you immediately understand. “Please, Daddy, I need you!” You beg, now correcting yourself and repeating a few please’s after. He nods, kneeling between your legs. “That’s right, little bitch.” He grumbles, placing your legs over his shoulders. He throws his sunglasses somewhere and dives his head, giving your needy clit a teasing lick with the tip of his tongue, making you whine in frustration. He chuckles menacingly, his hot breath hitting your wet flesh, making you squirm.

He gives your pussy open-mouthed kisses, his tongue occasionally going out and licking your folds. He starts sucking and nipping your wet skin, bringing shaky moans out of your mouth. You try to grind on his face, craving for more, but he smacks your thigh with his palm, making you cry softly. “Know your place, whore.” He growls against your pussy. You release a shaky breath, still feeling the sting from his palm but fucking enjoying it, your pussy clenching around the air with anticipation. He slides his tongue inside your spasming cunt, licking the insides fervently and moaning in approval. His eyes move up, staring hard at you through his lashes.

You feel your orgasm getting closer given the combination of the elements is overwhelming: Your pussy is getting eaten by a man, and this man is no one less than Johnny Depp. And he seems to notice it as well since he slows his pace just to frustrate you. “Not yet, slut.” He warns “You don’t get to cum until I say so”. You whine a bit louder than the last time, gripping the armrests of your seat. “I need to cum, Daddy” You cry out, staring down at him, already feeling the harkening pooling on your lower stomach, ready to escape and make a mess.

“Beg for it, whore. Convince me to let you cum on my tongue.” He grips your thighs harder, his fingers digging into your skin, it will certainly leave a mark for the next few days. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it and burying his face further between your legs. “Fuck- Please, Daddy! Please, please, let me cum, Daddy.” You plead and pray for him, your heart bursting. Johnny loves hearing you beg for him, seeing you all vulnerable under his efforts. He wraps his lips around your clit and gives a strong suck, the tip of his tongue flicking over your sensitive spot. “Cum for me, you filthy little slut.” He commands, leaning back and delivering a slap on your clit. With his flat hand, he strokes your bundle of nerves rapidly, prolonging the burn from the sting. You become a whimpering mess, your legs shaking violently. “Cum all over my mouth like the desperate whore you are.” He teases you, his pace never faltering.

Johnny laps and dives his tongue in your entrance, stimulating you until you orgasm, dripping your juice on his face. He licks you clean, savoring the taste. “I could eat this pussy for hours.” He mutters and leans back, staring at your face. You open your mouth, ready to ask for more, but stop as his hand goes down to your clit, delivering another slap. You gasp sharply, shutting your eyes. But instead of complaining, you drag your hips forward, silently asking for more. “You like it, huh? Do you like being spanked on your little clit?” He taunts, punctuating each word with a slap, your legs twitching with the stimulation. “You’re so pathetic, just a lil’ slut for me, hm?” He chuckles darkly and stands up.

Johnny starts undoing his leather pants, skilled fingers dancing on his zipper. “You’re going to suck me now.” He isn’t asking. Once he pulled his pants down, along with his boxers, your eyes widened. His cock stands tall and proud, bouncing as Johnny steps out of his pants and underwear. “Woah..” You gasp, almost comically. “What?” He raises an eyebrow, spitting on his hand and stroking his cock a few times, stepping closer to you. “I’m not.. used to this si-” You gag as Johnny grips your hair and forces his cock down your throat. “Less talking, more sucking, whore.” He commands, pushing your head rhythmically.

“Be a good girl and make daddy proud.” Johnny murmurs, his eyes narrowing as you finally start to suck him. He is thick, you could feel the corners of your lips ripping as he stretches your mouth. He whispers a few curses under his breath, his grip tightening as he pushes your head deeper to take all of him, ignoring the sound of your struggles.

“Yes, keep those pretty eyes watering.” He smirks, his hand brushing your hair back to look better at you. Johnny rocks his hips faster, his thrusts meeting your bobbing head. His balls are slapping your chin. The curved tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, your eyes shutting due to the first sting of discomfort. He just taps your cheek with his hand “Eyes open, bitch.” He pushes your head down, your nose on his happy trail, choking you for a few seconds before pulling it out harshly. Holding the base, he hits your cheek with his length, also nudging it on your face, smearing precum.

“Bet you want this stuffing your tight cunt, huh?” He taunts again, “Today’s your lucky day, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” He pulls you up and turns you around, bending you over the armchair, as if you weighed nothing, as if you were just a doll. He smacks your buttocks, leaving red handprints on your smooth flesh. You moan to each slap, back arching. He slides a hand, teasing your entrance with his thumb, rubbing tight circles around the hole. “You said you are a virgin, right?” He whispers, softer than before. “I will ask you only one thing: Do you want me to be your first?”

You obviously nod to his question. Come on, he's Johnny Depp, do you really need to think about it? You wouldn't let this opportunity escape through your fingers. He grins mischievously, his left hand caressing your waist. “Of course you want to, you're my whore.” He bites his lip, his other hand wrapping around his base. “Now you'll have to handle me.” He nudges the tip of his member against your wet folds. He won't put a condom on, he doesn't really care, neither do you.

He slowly slides himself inside, sighing a sound between a relief and a groan. You could feel every inch of him, every vein, and every slight detail. “Take it all like a good little cocksleeve.” He tells you once he's fully settled inside. He starts rocking his hips slowly, getting used to the blissful way your inner walls grips his cock. He leans forward, his chest on your back, going deep. “Tell me how much you love the way my big, fat cock stretches out your tight little hole.” He whispers in your ear, his big hands holding your hips tightly. You try to speak, moans leaving your mouth like breathing. He won't give you a break, you asked for it and now you have to handle it.

“I told you to speak up! Tell me how much you love it. Or would you rather I just shut you up with my hand?” He smacks your thigh, making you yelp. With a whimper and a few sharp gasps, you manage to choke out an answer. “I-I love it! I fucking love it, Daddy. It's so good~” You almost scream when he starts pounding harder into your inexperienced cunt, his balls slapping against your rear. “That’s right, bitch, scream for me.” He approves, grunting in your ear. “This pussy is mine, got it?” His hands move up to your waist, still holding you tightly, leaving his mark on your skin.

You only nod to his question, barely acknowledging it, dick-drunk. Even though he loves seeing you turning into a mess just because of his cock, he wants more of you, he wants you to recognize yourself as his. “Say ‘my holes belong to Johnny Depp.’ ” He commands, one of his hands moving up to your breast, squeezing it. Your brain almost melts trying to follow his instructions, even if it is the simplest one. Between moans, you obey him “My holes b-belongs to you, Johnny”. He growls, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Don’t ever forget it, whore” He nips your sensitive skin, leaving hickeys as his autograph.

You feel the orgasm coming, your legs going numb, soon to give up. You try to warn Johnny with your babbles and whimpers, managing to squeak a breathless “Please” between them. He catches your message, changing the angle to hit a needy spot on your inner walls. “Please what, my dirty little cumslut?” He provokes “Use your words, tell Daddy what you need.” He slows but deepens his pace, you didn’t know your insides were that long to fit him this well. “Cum..” You cry out. “Let me cum, sir, please. Please!” A few tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks, starting to feel overwhelmed.

Johnny smirks proudly, feeling on the top of the world. “Oh, you want to cum on my cock? You want to make a mess?” He groans, his fast pace returning. He doesn’t tease you further this time, being nicer to his slut. “Yes, let go and cum all over Daddy’s cock like the desperate little fuck toy you are.” He leans back, thrusting his hips harder while pulling your hips against his. He doesn’t need to do anything else, your body melting beneath his, your pussy spasming around his cock as you soak him.

Right after, you feel him pulsing inside of you, a delicious sensation. He’s ready to give you something more valuable than any Hollywood Vampires’ merch, an inestimable gift, his seed. He floods your insides, painting your inner walls white. Before you can recover your breath, Johnny grabs your phone and holds your throat, posing for a selfie. He focuses especially on your sweaty, dick-drunk expression, really proud of his job.

He smirks slightly, also tired, and snaps the picture. “Daddy loves seeing you fall apart on his cock.” He praises, kissing your neck. “I hope to see your face often during tours. You’re my number one whore.”

a/n: I want to write a professor!johnny x student!reader, is that okay?

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inactivewattpadauthor · 8 months ago

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Fujin x Adopted Reader: Movie

(Don't ask why I had this image saved)

Oh wow, a third fic of reader being Windwolf's child? (1. Special Guest 2. Flashback)

Context: Nightwolf had to leave the house and thinks it's a good time to socialize you with the other father. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...and she's still not quite... used to people. Try not to overwhelm her." You pretend to not hear Grey Cloud say that as you were seated on the couch watching yourself in the black screen of the television.

"Don't worry, Nightwolf, she will be safe with me." Fujin softly reassures him. Afterwards, you hear the door close and the anxiety creeps in. As an awkward person, you hate awkward moments. You just hoped Nightwolf would be back soon.

The friendly god sighs and walks in the living room where you were and delivers a smile to you. "Hello, Y/n."

"Hi."

Fujin already knew you'd be shy, though this isn't the first time meeting. No worries. He'd try to make you feel safe and comfortable around him as time goes on, but as of right now, he knows a way to began the bond. Young ones like you like TV, right?

"Soooo, I may have a proposal on what we can do while Nightwolf is away."

You look at him to see what it is he has in mind. You now realize he has something behind his back. With his excited expression, he presents to you a movie case. Though rarely anyone uses discs, you knew he's trying his best. You read the title on the case. Ninja Mime.

"Have you heard of Johnny Cage? Your father and I've worked beside him previously." Fujin asks. He seems very enthusiastic. Maybe he's a huge fan? A lot of people are, but it's surprising even a god would fangirl over him.

"Yeah." You shrug. "I don't think Nightwolf likes him too much."

"Well, he's not here at the moment. Why not watch this film? It's very entertaining!" The wind lord urges on. Screw it, if that's what he wants to watch with you, how could you say no to a face like that?

"Okay." You agree and watch him look at the TV set up with confusion.

"... So how do I set the film up?"

Right, he wouldn't know how to work a disc console, let alone turning a TV on.

"Oh, my bad." You sprung up and helped him set the movie up. As the film starts, you rush to the kitchen. Fujin is confused at first but he shrugs it off, beginning to watch the TV. A few moments later, you return with a bowl of popcorn.

"For you." You set it in front of him. You then took your seat next to him.

"Oh, thanks Y/n." He looks at the huge snack bowl. "We're sharing, right?"

You nodded quietly before facing the TV.

During the movie, you were very quiet and rarely reached for the popcorn, meanwhile Fujin, he cracked up at certain parts of the movie, other parts sighing with whatever intended emotion any audience were to feel. You felt awkward you weren't that expressive like he is.

But it wasn't unnoticed how dead quiet you were throughout the whole hour. As the credits rolled, you paused the movie, and that's when Fujin spoke up.

"Was the movie good? You're so quiet." He looks at you with care.

"Yeah. I was just focused on it."

"Very well... Are you okay?"

You held his gaze there for a moment. "Yeah... I'm just introverted. Why?"

The handsome white haired man looks to the side. "I recall attempting to ask Nightwolf about your story. I only remember him telling me a second time he took you out the Black Dragon... He wouldn't tell me anything else."

Your brows furrowed and you looked to the side. "Yeah... I don't wanna talk about it."

Fujin softly rubs a hand across your back. You could use the comfort. "Very well. But you know you can talk to me too right? If Nightwolf isn't available, or you need someone else. He wants you to have someone else other than him, you know."

You only just nod at his reassurance. It's helpful for you however.

"Do you have any questions or concerns?"

Thinking briefly, you in fact did have a question. You turn to him with suspicion.

"Are you going to be my mom?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll let you guys choose Fujin's reaction to that question ;)

Anyways question for everyone: How y'all liking the series?👀I may do shorts

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girlmostlikely · 7 months ago

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How do you build your career shitting on pop music and fangirl culture to dating the likes of Phoebe Bridgers while bumping elbows with Taylor Swift, Blake Lively, and Ryan Reynolds. Ask Bo Burnham. To become the very product of your source material is peak comedy within itself it’s almost a self fulfilled prophecy. His nosedive was no shock to me whatsoever. It’s always the performatively shy and awkward men who dump their 10 year relationships and cross out their career girlfriends for larger public figures once the success sets in. I pray for his misery daily. Actually all comedians should be shot simultaneously during a live airing on Comedy Central.

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heeheesang · 26 days ago

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐚𝐟 — hello again …

“ HELLO AGAIN EVERYONE ! WELCOME TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF AWKWARD FRIENDS ! TODAY WE HAVE OUR VERY SPECIAL GUESTS ..! THEY TRAVELLED PRETTY FAR FROM HERE ! WHILE WE WAIT FOR THE ARTISTS TO GET READY , WE WILL BE READING SOME COMMENTS ! “ I GREETED WITH EUNSEOK AS WE STARTED READING THE LIVE COMMENTS .

“you’ve gotten so close with one another this past week!” eunseok read out as he looked over for my reaction. i hummed, “yeah… we actually quite alot in common!” i answered as eunseok continued reading the comments.

“ynseok are so cute… i’m so happy for them!” eunseok read out again as soon one of our guests walked in the room, greeting us as he bowed.

“everyone ~ looks like our guests have arrived! we’ll stop the comment reading for now and let’s get started on our show!” i told the fans watching the live as eunseok paused the live.

“it’s really amazing to have you here, heeseung-ssi!” eunseok greeted as we bowed. the tint of blush stayed on my cheeks the whole moment the two guys talked.

“ah, you’re oh yn right? i’ve heard a lot about you!” heeseung said as he pointed over to me. my eyes widened in shock, he knew my name?! i smiled and let out a shy giggle as i nodded, “thank you haha… i’m actually a big fan, haha…”

“ah! no wonder you’re so shy!” heeseung pointed out as i hid behind eunseok. as if on time, the staff yelled out saying we would be rolling on. we quickly briefed heeseung about the show once again.

soon enough, we went over to the next room as heeseung met his guest partner, chaewon from lesserafim. as soon as we sat down, i let out a loud squeal while eunseok eyed me as if i was a crazy woman.

“heeseung knows my name, eunseok! this is huge news!” i fangirled as i pulled eunseok by his hands and made him jump with me. he was reluctant at first but eventually joined in. just then, it hit me.

wasn’t eunseok talking about chaewon a week ago?

“why did we stop jumping?” eunseok asked as we went to our seats on the sofa. “aren’t you and chaewon a thing..?” i asked as he giggled, “no ynie… i mean we did talk for a bit but we realised it was better off as friends. that day, we just talked about the show.”

my mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as the staff waved at us, motioning towards the in ear monitors.

“i’ll tell you more about it after our shoot!” eunseok said as i nodded.

and the show began…

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» FMEO 22. - dinner date (mostly written)

you took a deep breath to calm your nerves, shutting your phone off and laying it in your lap. you felt a hand rest on your shoulder and you turned to see your older sister smiling at you. her smile gave you a sense of comfort, she was always able to calm you down and that's what you loved about her.

"don't be nervous, you'll have a great time. come on, you know you've got this." yeji cheered you on, boosting your level of confidence. it was always nice to hear any encouragement from her and just knowing that she was there to support you made you feel better.

"thank you, unnie. i'll let you know how it goes, you'll be the first." you respond with a soft smile. "dont tell ryujin unnie, she'll throw a fit" your sister lets out a snigger because she knew that was something her girlfriend would do, despite her being the older sibling.

"alright now, stop stalling. don't make your girl wait for you." she shooed you out of her car and waved goodbye as she drove off.

you admired the exterior of the restaurant and felt suddenly intimidated by the fanciness of the place. you walked toward the restaurant, eyeing the pairs and couples that were exiting together, wondering if you and yunjin would look that happy by the time your date came to an end.

a kind gentleman held the door for you and you thanked him before walking in. you thought the outside looked fancy, but this inside was a whole other story. the glass chandelier lit the main entrance and gave a very soft and subtly vibe to the place. it was a very different experience compared to what you're used to as your not really the fancy type (but anything for yunjin).

your attention was called by a hostess. "excuse me miss, welcome in! do you have a reservation for tonight?" she asked with her hands clasped together.

"ah, yes. w-well actually i'm meeting someone here." you internally facepalmed at your embarrassing stutter even though the hostess probably didn't even notice.

"oh sure, what was the name for the reservation?"

"huh yunjin." the worker searched through the names of all the people would had made reservations.

"here, looks like they've checked in. i'll take you right to the table, right this way miss!" you followed the hostess who made her way through the tables, soon reaching a table by the window.

"alright, take a seat and we'll come back shortly." she left you standing there, and the table was occupied by a brunette girl in a blue dress. just like how it looked in her post, except she was even more beautiful in person.

for a moment it felt like the world paused as she turned at the sound of the hostess' footsteps and gave the prettiest grin you had ever seen when she saw you awkwardly standing there. yunjin cleared her throat and scratched her neck while you kept admiring her beauty.

"uh... are you planning on taking a seat?," yunjin chuckled, "i want to start our date as soon as possible!" she exclaimed, her eyes closing because of her widening smile and she was starting to resemble a cute happy puppy.

you felt your hands shaking in nervousness as you took your spot across from her. you sat quietly, just avoiding her eyes by looking at everything other than her which she noticed, but it only made her happier knowing she could take the lead now.

"don't be shy, look at me." the tone in yunjin's voice alone was enough to make you blush profusely. she was being so confident which was something you weren't, especially on dates with pretty girls. you decided to listen to her anyways, figuring that it was a date after all and you couldn't just waste your time together fangirling silently.

though she didn't show it at all, holding eye contact with you may have been the hardest thing ever because she was usually the awkward one and she was freaking out just as much as you. yunjin wanted to say something as the silence was loud, but she felt like there was no need to say anything as it was also a comforting kind of silence

"you're really pretty." the words leave your mouth before you can even process that you said it. "ah... i don't know why i said that out loud. i guess because i'm so nervous, my mind isn't working right." you explain, turning to the side to gently hit your head, hoping it would wake up and start functioning. your actions made yunjin laugh.

"thank you. you also look very pretty, if not more than me."

"impossible. you're much prettier, yunjin." her heart skipped a beat hearing you say her name. she was falling hard already and she could imagine how deep she'll be when she gets to know every detail about you.

"why are you nervous? do i make you nervous?" she asked teasingly just to see your face turn pink again.

"no! well, you do but that's beside the point. i'm actually nervous because i've been really been to such a fancy restaurant before." you admit.

yunjin's eyebrows shot up. "really?" you hum in response, studying the expressions of the girl. "so i get to be your first?" she lowers her head to hide how her face beamed after you nodded to her question.

"yep, you get to be my first fancy date!" you smile and reach for her hand that was resting on top of the table, holding in yours. "and i'm really glad that you are."

SYNOPSIS ⥬ you weren't necessarily famous or anything to begin with. it was only until after the post revealing your amazing visuals that your socials seemed to grow. it certainly attracted people, maybe even a certain someone and their fanclub.

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yumeboshi · 9 months ago

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this is so utterly random but when i saw @yandere-romanticaa in my notifs i think i died a bit like。。。i lurked on tumblr with another acc for a long time before i made this one and i really loved your fics ana (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ ．．and when i finally got out of my lazy rut to write and a couple of days later when i saw ur name?? in my inbox??? i ASCENDED?? I thought I was genuinely dreaming?? you were one of my favorite writers and really inspired me to get out of my lazy era．．uhh im so happy. i can’t describe how happy i am ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა (i was so in a rush to set up this blog i completely forgot about following the writers I used to follow．．on my way 🏃💨)

I wanted to write this in your mailbox so i can act like the complete fangirl i am but i was too shy to do that and I definitely know i am a very awkward person so I didn’t

#𐙚．。vip letters #꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ana。#I ALMOST CRIED #I SHOULDNT IM IN THE PUBLIC LIBRARY #sobbing #you are what made me contemplate of yandere #sobs #uhahhh

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mega-punani · 1 year ago

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HI! this is the first ever ask I’ve sent you :)

May I request the pirate fellas with a siren yn please🙏🏾?

Like when yn jumps in the sea they turns into a siren and they look human on land, they can do the singing and putting people in trance thingy y’know cool siren stuff btw I love ur blog, I hope u have a good day/night❤️

Ah! Hello hello! Welcome! I'm so sorry it took so long to get to yah, and I hope u'll be able to see this!

Siren Y/N Fluff!:

Sans: -Oh geez, you are very pretty. Is it hot in here or is it just you? -Bro is an adventurer, and everyone knows what a siren is. He is just so excited to see one in person. He is containing the urge to fangirl but yah know, gotta keep up the chill captain facad. -Will be so gentle when he touches your tail

Papyrus: -WOWIE A MERMAID- oh wait... you have very sharp teeth... -Still amazed regardless. He'll be showing you with compliments and then bombard you with questions all in the same breath. -"I've never seen such a beautiful being such as you... do you poop?"

Blue: -Jaw drop, eyes like stars, his hands are already itching to run them across your gorgeous tail. -Of course, he will give you plenty of space the moment you bare your fangs, but he will still stay within distance to stare at you. -Just like Selkie Y/N he will be very sussed out if you eat fish.

Stretch: -Literally going to faint from how excited he is to see you. -He is mesmerized by your melodic voice and is trying his best to impress you with his own, incredibly talented, not at all devil-fruit-caused, natural singing voice. -Will blow you straight out of the water, fucking literally, if he gets to ecstatic and lets his devil fruit get out of hand. -Please do a duet with him. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA-

Red: -"I love the kind of person that will actually just kill me-" head ass. -Bro knows you would drown him and then eat him if he messes with you, but honestly. Thas kinda hot. -Bro is slinging them pick-up lines at you like it's no one's damn business.

Edge: -Ngl, sirens scare tf out of Edge. -The apex predators of the sea, the main killer of sea men if they aren't too careful. He had never seen one so up and personal. -He'll be scowling and glaring the entire time, just know he is shaking his his heeled boots-

Razz: -Bro is putting it on the map INSTANTLY that there are sirens in the area. -He is a man of knowledge, so of course he's going to poke at you like a high school dissection project. -He's right along Papyrus as he asks odd and intrusive questions about your biology.

Cash: -"How much does a siren scale cost?" -Bro is scheming. -You better get off that boat before that mtfk plucks out all your scales and cuts off bits of your hair-

Bear: -Incredibly skeptical and is lowkey side-eyeing you. He had heard his fair share of siren legends and will most definitely be keeping an eye on you. (Especially since Edge is too scared to) -Will offer you food, but intimidatingly. -He'll calm down if Cinnamon calls him off.

Cinnamon: -Literally the only normal one- -Sure, he's excited to meet you, you are a gem and the rarity is the sea after all! A very dangerous gem... -He's the same shy and awkward Cinnamon who is now extra apologetic about his crew's behavior.

#pirate au #sans x y/n #papyrus x y/n #siren mc

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strawberrylabs · 1 year ago

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Lyney with a shy readerrrr? 👀 Maybe friends to lovers scenario? 🥺

yessss my Lyney brainrot is growing.

I very much enjoyed writing this one!

WARNINGS: spoilers for the 4.0 archon quest and Lyney's story quest. Very discreetly alludes to SA/mistreatment

reader will be gn!

Lyney x Shy!reader- friends to lovers!

so I can see this going two ways: childhood friends to lovers or normal friends to lovers.

personally I'm obsessed with the idea of childhood friends to lovers, so I'll be going with that one.

You were one of the children kept by the horrible noble that had Lynette. Lyney saved you along with all the other kids

From then on, the three of you have worked together for "Father"

While Lyney and Lynette focused on their performances, you often worked in sneaking around behind the scenes while people were distracted.

You also helped promote Lyney and Lynette through the steambird

When Lyney and Lynette first met you, you were very quiet.

Whether it was just in your nature or as a response to what you may have gone through in the hands of the noble prior to your meeting

over the course of the years, you slowly opened up to the two-- Lyney more so out of the pair

You did technically owe him your life after all

Lynette picked up on Lyney's feelings early on. He was the first to fall

But he was conflicted.

He knew how dangerous working for the House of the Hearth could be. He was already paranoid about something happening to Lynette, he couldn't bare to think about someone using you against him

But then over time, you too fell for the magician

And of course Lynette noticed that too

Lynette tries as hard as she can to create situations where the two of you are alone together

"Alright! (Lee), Lynette! Today was a good show! What say we grab a bite to eat on the way back?"

"Actually, I'm going the the steambird. Charlotee wanted an interview."

"What? She didn't mention that earlier.."

"We arranged it just moment ago."

"Wait- Lynette-"

"I'll see you two at home."

"..Shall we go get lunch with just the two of us then?"

"..s-sure."

Thankfully, because Lyney is so talkative, one on one dates hangouts are never awkward

He always has something to say, and he always finds a way to include you

"So I was thinking about bringing you on stage in our next show! I wanted to show off some of my natural charm to the audience, but I can't very well use my twin sister for that can I? But I also don't feel like bringing a fangirl on stage, so I figure I should bring up someone I'm comfortable being flirtatious around!"

he was avoiding eye contact as he said this. If you looked hard enough, you could see his ears were pink too.

"A-And that someone is.. me..?"

"Why of course! You... You're special to me after all, (Lee)"

Lynette was cheering from the table a few feet away as she listened in

The relationship was great, you already knew everything about each other.

It was a bit slow moving when it came to affection though

And so, Lyney's new favorite hobby was formed: teasy you

You poor, poor soul.

The SECOND you blush about ANYTHING he does, he's teasing you.

Exhibit A:

Lyney was in the middle of a performance in the street for some kids and their parents,

"Ah! Look everyone, here comes my lovely partner now! (Lee) dear, come here a moment."

Next thing, he's pulling out some flowers from nowhere and turning them into a flower crown for you.

"There! Doesn't (Lee) look pretty? Aww it would seem my beloved is a little shy."

He definetly grabs your chin and looks into your eyes like a smug bastard we love him though

"There's no need to be shy. I'm not lying when I say you are stunning."

Charlotte has written soooo many articles about you two its not even funny

And Fontanians are living for it

Despite his antics, he never takes things too far.

Like he'd never do something to embaress you if he knew you'd be upset or uncomfortable

And if he ever makes you too upset he will always apologise

With flowers he pulls from his hat

But that rarely happens. He's known you for 10 years now. He knows your boundaries like the back of his hand

The first time you tell him you love him, it's after the trial with the traveler- specifically after they've walked away after confronting Lyney about lying to them

"Lyney.."

"..."

"I'm going to see Freminet. He's probably worried after not seeing us for so long."

"..Lyney. You know the traveler just needs some time to process. We didn't mean any harm by hiding it from them."

"I know! I know.. "

"... I'm proud of you. And... I love you"

You have never seen Lyney so genuinely surprised

As a magician and fatuu, he's seen it all. And above all he knows never to let his facial expressions give away what he's thinking

But he let himself slip this once.. He let his love and admiration for you show clearly on his face

"And I love you too, my dove. My darling (Lee)"

sobbing. I want a Lyney in my life.

-Strawberry

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#genshin x reader #lyney genshin #genshin impact #genshin #lyney x reader #lyney genshin impact #genshin impact lyney #genshin 4.0

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 4 months ago

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Hii!!! I love your works and was wondering if you would write something with Tyler, like reader is a famous singer that he likes and they meet and fall in love and all that stuff (or it could be platonic with Josh and Tyler, so they are both fans)

Backstage - Tyler Joseph x Singer!Reader

Warnings: Nothing hehe

Word Count: 2251

A/N: This was super fun to write! Also really amazing to see a new anon :) Feel free to request another fic!

It was another one of those surreal moments that had become oddly routine. Another sold-out arena, another wave of adrenaline that surged through my body as I stood backstage. The distant hum of thousands of fans filtered through the heavy curtain. In fact, I had made sure we’d set up cameras so I could watch my fans on the television in my dressing room before and after the show. I loved performing, but tonight was different. My mind wasn’t on the usual post-show high or the fans waiting for me to step out of the venue. No, tonight I was distracted by a message my manager had sent me earlier in the day.

Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun of Twenty One Pilots have tickets to your show tonight.

I had stared at the message for longer than I’d care to admit. I was a fan of theirs—an enormous fan—and now they were coming to see me? It felt like an out-of-body experience, one of those moments where I had to take a breath and remind myself that this was my life now. That I had worked for years to get here, and that people I admired—people whose music had carried me through tough times—were now taking time out of their lives to watch me perform.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. My manager poked her head in, a mischievous grin on her face. “You ready? They’re here.”

I blinked, feeling a rush of nerves I hadn’t expected. Normally, meeting famous people didn’t faze me anymore. But this was Tyler and Josh. I had memorized every lyric from their albums, dissected their music, and drawn so much inspiration from their vulnerability. And now they were just a few feet away from me.

“Yeah,” I nodded, smoothing out the front of my shirt as I stood. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

My manager led me down the narrow hallway of the backstage area. My heart beat faster with each step, and I could hear my pulse in my ears as we approached the lounge.

“Just be yourself Y/N, I’m sure they’re just as nervous to meet you,” she laughed.

I scoffed, shaking my head. “You think that the members of twenty one pilots would be nervous to meet me? No way.”

The door opened, and there they were—Tyler and Josh, sitting casually on the couch as if this wasn’t a huge deal at all. They looked relaxed, dressed in their usual understated style, but when Tyler saw me, he immediately stood up, a shy smile crossing his face.

“Hey,” he greeted me, his voice soft but warm. “You were incredible tonight.”

Josh stood up too, nodding in agreement. “Seriously, one of the best shows I’ve seen in a while.”

I blinked, trying to process the fact that Tyler Joseph had just complimented me—Tyler Joseph. For a second, I felt like I was back in high school, fangirling over their music on my iPod.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice wavering just slightly. “I… I’m a huge fan of you guys, too. It’s kind of surreal to hear that from you.”

Tyler chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as if he was a little embarrassed. “Honestly, we’ve been listening to your music for months. Your voice… it’s something special.”

Josh nodded along. “Yeah, we had your album on repeat while we were touring last summer. It’s so good.”

My heart skipped a beat. They were listening to my music on tour? I hadn’t even realized how big this moment was until now.

We settled onto the couches, the initial awkwardness fading as the conversation picked up. They were so easy to talk to, so normal, despite everything I knew about their careers. Tyler was quieter, more introspective, while Josh kept the mood light with his jokes and casual demeanor. As the conversation flowed, I realized that they were just as curious about my journey as I was about theirs.

Tyler leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at me intently. “So, how do you stay grounded when everything around you is moving so fast? I feel like we’ve been on tour forever, and it’s easy to lose yourself in it.”

His question caught me off guard, but in a good way. He wasn’t asking about the usual industry stuff—no questions about fame or the creative process. He was asking something real, something that struck at the heart of what it meant to be an artist navigating the chaos of the music world.

“I guess it’s about finding moments of stillness,” I said slowly, thinking it through as I spoke. “Like, no matter how loud everything gets, I need to carve out time for myself. Whether it’s journaling or just listening to music that’s not mine… it helps me remember why I started in the first place.”

Tyler nodded thoughtfully, as if my words resonated with him. “I get that. It’s hard sometimes, though, isn’t it? To remember why we started. Especially when it becomes your whole life.”

“Yeah, exactly,” I agreed, surprised by how comfortable I felt opening up to him. “But I think that’s what makes it so important—to have something outside of the music. Otherwise, it’s easy to lose sight of who you are.”

Josh, who had been quietly listening, suddenly jumped in with a grin. “See, Tyler? This is what I’ve been telling you! You need more hobbies.”

Tyler rolled his eyes but smiled, clearly used to Josh’s playful banter. “I have hobbies.”

“Like what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, curious to know what Tyler did when he wasn’t making music.

Tyler hesitated for a second, then shrugged. “I–uh… I read books.”

Josh let out a loud chuckle, “I’m pretty sure the last time I saw you read was back during covid.”

I laughed, “What kind of books do you like to read?”

Tyler looked a little embarrassed but explained, “Mostly fiction. Sometimes I like to read non-fiction though.”

“That’s cool, I love reading,” I said, genuinely in awe of him. “I’d love some recommendations.”

His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and for a moment, there was a spark of something unspoken between us. He smiled softly, almost shyly. “I’ll have a think.”

The night went on, and before we knew it, we’d spent hours just talking—about life, music, and everything in between. Tyler and Josh were so easy to be around, and I felt like I could let my guard down, something I hadn’t been able to do in a long time.

Eventually, we found ourselves sitting around a small table backstage, eating pizza that someone had ordered in a last-ditch effort to stave off the post-show hunger. The conversation had turned light again, and Josh was in the middle of a story about a disastrous tour stop in some small town when my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen, realizing it was my manager letting me know the venue was closing soon.

“Well,” I said reluctantly, “looks like they’re kicking us out.”

Josh groaned dramatically, but Tyler just smiled, standing up and stretching. “This was fun. We should do it again sometime. Maybe we can catch your show tomorrow if we’re free.”

I smiled, feeling a little flutter of excitement at the thought. “You should. I’ll make sure you guys get front-row seats.”

Tyler chuckled softly. “I’d love that.”

There was something in the way he said it—gentle, almost vulnerable—that made my heart skip a beat. We said our goodbyes, but as I watched them leave, I couldn’t help but feel like this was just the beginning of something.

The next night, as I stepped onto the stage, I felt a different kind of energy. I was still riding the high from the previous show, but there was something more to it tonight—a sense of anticipation, knowing that Tyler and Josh were somewhere out there in the crowd. I scanned the audience as I performed, trying not to let it distract me, but it was impossible to ignore. My heart raced every time I thought I saw them, and I found myself singing with more emotion, more intensity, as if I was performing for them alone.

And then, finally, I spotted them.

Tyler and Josh stood near the front, blending in with the sea of fans, but their presence stood out to me. Tyler’s eyes met mine from across the stage, and for a split second, the world seemed to shrink. It was just me and him, connected through the music in a way that felt almost electric. The rest of the show passed in a blur, but that moment lingered in my mind long after the final note had been sung.

After the show, I made my way backstage again, feeling the rush of adrenaline still coursing through my veins. Tyler and Josh were waiting for me in the lounge, and the minute I walked in, Tyler’s face lit up with a smile that made my heart do somersaults.

“You killed it tonight,” he said, his voice soft but filled with admiration. “It was incredible.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Thanks. I’m glad you guys were able to come.”

Josh was quick to chime in. “I think Tyler’s officially your number-one fan now. I caught him singing along to almost every song.”

Tyler shot him a look but didn’t deny it, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. There was something about Tyler that drew me in, something quiet and thoughtful, but with an intensity that made me want to know him more.

We hung out for a while longer, the conversation flowing naturally as it had the night before. But there was a subtle shift now, something unspoken hanging between me and Tyler. He kept glancing at me when he thought I wasn’t looking, his gaze lingering a little longer each time. And I couldn’t help but feel it too—this growing connection between us, like we were on the brink of something.

At one point, Josh got a call and stepped out of the room, leaving Tyler and me alone. The atmosphere suddenly felt charged, and I could feel my pulse quicken as Tyler shifted in his seat, looking over at me with a small, almost hesitant smile.

“You okay?” I asked, breaking the silence, though I could already sense that something was on his mind.

Tyler exhaled softly, his gaze dropping to his hands before he looked up at me again. “Yeah, I just… I don’t know how to say this without sounding weird.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Just say it. I promise I won’t think it’s weird.”

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke quietly. “I’ve been thinking about you. A lot. Since last night. And I know we just met, but… I feel like there’s something here. Something I can’t ignore.”

My breath caught in my throat, and I felt my heart racing. I hadn’t expected him to say it out loud, but now that he had, I realized I’d been feeling the same thing.

“I feel it too,” I admitted softly. “I wasn’t sure if you did.”

He smiled, a soft, almost relieved expression crossing his face. “Yeah. I do. But it’s weird, right? I mean, we’re both on tour, our schedules are insane… I don’t even know how this would work.”

“I don’t either,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But maybe we don’t have to figure it all out right now. Maybe we just take it one step at a time.”

Tyler’s smile widened, and he nodded slowly. “Yeah. One step at a time.”

For the rest of the night, we stayed close, talking about everything and nothing, but with a new sense of openness between us. There was no rush, no pressure—just the quiet thrill of something new unfolding between us. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn’t just chasing after a dream, but living it. With Tyler, it felt like there was more than just music connecting us.

Over the next few weeks, Tyler and I stayed in touch, texting and calling whenever we could find the time. It wasn’t easy, with both of us constantly on the move, but somehow, we made it work. And every time we spoke, it felt like we were getting closer, like the distance didn’t matter as much as the connection we were building.

Then, one night, after weeks of late-night conversations and stolen moments between shows, Tyler surprised me. He showed up at one of my concerts, completely unannounced, standing in the front row again with that familiar, quiet smile. My heart soared when I saw him, and after the show, we found ourselves alone again, this time in a quiet corner of the venue, away from the noise and the crowds.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he admitted softly, his eyes searching mine.

I smiled, my heart racing as I closed the distance between us. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

And in that moment, as the world faded away and it was just the two of us, I realized that whatever this was between us—whatever it was becoming—it felt right. It felt like something worth holding onto, no matter how crazy our lives got.

Tyler smiled softly, reaching out to take my hand. “One step at a time?”

“One step at a time,” I echoed, my heart full of hope.

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