#but does he rly believe that if he flinched like that

[llycaons]

still thinking about this actually and yeah it's insane that jc canonically and onscreen physically and emotionally harms unarmed people and new disciples who are powerless/weaker than him/under his command when he's angry or frustrated to vent his spleen or whatever, like he abuses his power over others NOT infrequently, and people still look at him and go 🥺🥺🥺 'oh how noble...his big suffering heart...he loves so deeply...what a great leader....how badass of him to be a dick to people who he can hurt with impunity' like guys he Just intentionally retraumatized a guy who was attacked by feral dogs as a toddler and would never have fought back, are we seeing the same character. he literally tortures people when he's angry at them

[lunarmoves]

I blame you for the dca au i suddenly thought up becuz of ur Sebastian solace roblogging spree

HAHAHAHA YESSS!!!!!! but fr, sebastian is so sun-coded?? its wild. like, you can totally imagine sun in his place.

sun solace, convicted of murdering 9 people, gets scooped up by fazco to undergo experimentation when he was innocent in the first place. he's angry, deeply angry, when he realizes what has been done to him. his body has changed--elongated into something so foreign and- and unsightly (he's terrifying, he realizes. he's terrifying and hideous and so inhuman). and fazco just up and discards him like he was nothing once they've researched him completely... so he has his revenge--unleashes other experiments at the fazco underwater blacksite, and causes utter havoc. people are killed. he doesn't care. he just wants to get out--but he knows what he's become and he needs to find a way to reverse the changes that have been done on his body

but... then fazco starts sending in these prisoners to collect the crystal powering the facility (i need to note here that i don't rly know/rmb why urbanshade wants the crystal or what it does, im making stuff up). sun knows that the crystal must not be found or he'll never manage to escape this damn place. so.... he plays nice. because he knows he can manipulate these prisoners to help him.

he greets them all with a demure smile and clasped hands. he makes himself seem as small as possible--as non-threatening. he's their friend in his hellish place, he tells them, makes them believe. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

the prisoners--the expendables--don't care much for him. he knows most of them just see him as another monster. still, he offers them items to help them on their journey in exchange for data they've collected. and when they die to one of the experiments he released in the first place? well... it's no skin off his scaly nose.

ohhh but then... you arrive. and you're different.

you look at him in a way he can't place at first. cautious, sure, but there's something else to your expression that's different compared to the expendables before you. he ignores it and continues with his routine. act nice. be your friend in this hellish place. manipulate you into giving him all your data. use you until you inevitably die.

except... you don't die. you keep coming back to his shop to purchase his items. and still, you look at him with that strange gaze. you linger in his shop and make conversation with him. he doesn't remember the last time he spoke to someone like this. it's been... years. something twists up inside him.

you don't flinch or run when you grab items off his thick golden tail. you don't get discouraged when he's sarcastic with you or makes fun of you when you return to his shop out of breath from running from the angler. you don't... (he swallows thickly) you don't look at him in disgust or hate. you're... curious, he realizes one day. curious and unfrightened by him. oh this won't do at all, he thinks. but he doesn't say anything to you.

(it's nice, having someone to talk to. having a friend)

((he's just using you, he tells himself, to collect more data. he repeats it every time you brighten upon seeing him in his shop))

you speak to him as though he's your friend. you ask him questions about himself like you want to know more. he sees your gaze on his bandaged arm at times, but you never ask. you respect boundaries and know when not to pry. you never falter when peering up at his face. you're so... strange. it frightens him. he tells moon (pandemonium! moon, who was another experiment in fazco and can see you no matter where you hide. always trying to grab you or pry you from your hiding spots) to double down on preventing you from progressing further

he learns about your past--the reason why you were here in the first place. a wrongful conviction. the wrong place at the wrong time. just like him.

(and well. when he slips his own file on the desk in his shop for you to see and inevitably purchase... that's his own business)

suddenly, sun is unsure. to let you live, or let you die is the question constantly on his mind. to let you leave with the crystal, condemning him to a fate trapped underwater, or let you perish by his hands. he doesn't know anymore. things have gotten way more complicated than he had predicted.

he's... not even sure what he wants anymore. does he... does he want to be human again? when you look at him like that? like you don't mind how much he's changed or how terrifying he looks? he doesn't know.

his goals have been shaken.

and he blames you.

[givemea-dam-break]

could you possibly do lockwood x reader and the reader is always slightly to eager to sacrifice her life for george and lockwood etc to the point where lockwood is concerned about it and he confronts her abt it and she basically says how does the same thing like kinda angsty.

sorry that was long and rly specific and sounds abit depressing in retrospect 😭 no pressure if not love ur lockwood and co imagines tho

a/n: oh i can absolutely do this! if there's anything i love, it's lockwood and angst lol. i hope you enjoy!! and don't worry about the length of a request, if there's something you want then I'll do it <3

warnings: mild language, angst, mentions of death gn reader

It's four in the morning and all you want is a good cup of tea and to lie down, but when does anything ever go the way you want it to?

As you sit on one of the kitchen chairs, Lockwood is fumbling around, trying to patch up a gash on your forehead after a scuffle with the ghost you had a case for tonight. You feel like a child. Even more so because he's telling you off.

If you're being honest, you've not been listening to most of what he's been saying, partly because of exhaustion and pain, partly because he's been pattering on for so long that, quite frankly, you've lost interest.

"Are you even listening to me?"

You flinch as Lockwood slathers antiseptic cream on the cut. "Honest answer?"

"Preferably."

"Then no. What were you saying?"

The look he gives you holds no humour. No, this is the look Anthony Lockwood gives when he's tired and irritated and unable to keep up the farce of a charming, unbothered business owner. It doesn't hold much sway over you, and it never has, truthfully, but you can empathise with him. Solely because he often acts the same way you're acting now.

"You can't keep doing this," he says. His eyes are fixed on the plaster he slowly places on your forehead. "You're throwing yourself into harm's way with no good cause."

"No good cause? I think making sure you and George stay alive is an exceptional cause."

"This isn't a joke, (name). This is your life."

The words irk you a little. "I could say the same to you."

Lockwood's hands drop from your head, and he looks at you straight-on now. His eyes, usually filled with curiosity and soft happiness, swirl with something else. Frustration.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You're always so snippy with me after cases," you say, trying to keep the edge out of your voice, "when all I'm doing is keeping you and George safe. I mean, tonight, you were both ghost-locked when I found you! But you're no different. If anything, you're worse than me. You've thrown yourself out of windows before. Shit, you've locked me in a room to fight a ghost yourself while I tried to find a source!"

He starts packing away the first aid kit, tearing his eyes away from yours, and you know you've made a good point. He never looks at you when he knows you're right.

"Lockwood, this company can't survive without you, we can't survive without you. My risks are thought through, and I'm not doing anything that should really cost me my life. You on the other hand..."

He glances at you, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "Me?"

You sigh, willing him silently to just look at you. "You'd give your life in a second. Which, believe me, I am eternally appreciative of, but it's rarely ever necessary, if ever. I've half a mind to think you're doing it to just... you know. Finish things. I'm - we're concerned about you."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, you absolutely do. You are such a hypocrite!"

"Me?" The look he gives you is scathing, so unlike any way he's looked at you before. "That's rich. Who was it that jumped from a balcony to stop of ghost? Who put themself right in the path of a ghost launching itself for someone? It was you!"

The anger that grips you is almost unbearable, but you push it down. Shouting will get you nowhere, and George is trying to sleep. "First of all, that balcony hung over a thick spread of bushes, so I had no injuries except for some thorn scrapes. Secondly, that ghost was going to kill you. Third, I can name at least five more things you've done in the last two weeks that put you in much more danger. Are we seriously going to make this a competition?"

Suddenly, he stands, and his chair scrapes loudly against the floor. You wince, watching as he shoves the first aid kit back into the cupboard. He pauses, hands on the countertop, standing straight as a rod.

Drama queen, you think, but you don't dare say it out loud.

"You're getting too reckless," Lockwood says, his back still facing you. "I can't risk having an agent who is too reckless. It endangers everyone."

Oh, you want to strangle him.

Angrily, you stand, not caring that you almost send the chair clattering to the floor. You press your hands to the table, wrinkling the thinking cloth, and lean forward, scowling.

"Reckless? Do you even hear yourself, Lockwood?"

"I do."

"I think you just love to hear the sound of your own voice. Surely that's why you spout so much bullshit."

"No, I -"

"I'm talking now, Lockwood," you snap and, thank god, he goes quiet. "You of all people do not get to call me reckless, not with the shit you pull. George, yes, he can feel free. But, you? Not a fucking chance. You go out of your way to put yourself in dangerous situations! And I get it, you want to protect us, but that is what I'm doing, too, and you don't see me almost dying! I leave with a scratch or two, so what. You leave with concussions and ghost-touch and the risk of bleeding internally. But, okay, I'm the reckless one. Whatever."

When he turns, his eyes are burning. "You endanger all of us when you pull shit like what you did today."

Scoffing, you say, "All right. What should I have done? Left you and George to be killed? My question is, what would you have done, Lockwood? Would you have left us?"

His silence is your answer, and you stand straight. Your gazes are locked, both alight with rage, but you won't back down. Not on this.

"That's what I thought."

You make to leave, but he moves quickly, grasping your wrist with a touch that should be strong. You're surprised by the gentleness of his hand, how loose his grip is, and you look up at him, frowning. His gaze has changed entirely, from rage to desperation.

"I can't -" He struggles for the words. "I can't lose you, (name). Not like I lost..."

My family. The words are left unspoken, but you know it's what he would've said. There's a pang in your heart, and you want to apologise for it all, but that's always been your gut instinct. To say sorry for everything. But not this time.

"And you think I can bear to lose you?" You try to hide the waver in your voice, but he's caught it, and you know it from the way his gaze softens. "You can't order me around, demand me not to protect you guys, when you do exactly that. It's not fair, Lockwood. Not on me, not on George. And I don't - I don't want a part in this if all you're going to do is sacrifice yourself and then criticise me for doing the same."

His hand shakes as it holds yours, and that's when all the sadness hits you, the regret for the argument you've had. "I'm sorry. I just..."

Your hand closes over his. "I know. I know."

When his forehead touches yours, careful not to press on the gash, you breathe in deeply. And you breathe out all the bad, all the pent-up anger inside of you. There's too little time in your lives to spend like this.

"I won't stop unless you stop," you murmur, closing your eyes.

His breath is warm on your cheeks. "Seems like we're stuck in a checkmate forever, then."

You sigh. "I suppose we are."

[bubble-popping]

👀👀 dnb stockholm syndrome au?

i would love to hear anything else you have (/nf. you you don't want to answer its ok)

all ur other aus r rly cool too!

Okay, first, thank you! I'm glad u enjoy my thoughts on the silly lil guys :) I'm just somewhat embarrassed/scared to share is all but if ppl wanna hear then I'll talk abt it :D

I'm gonna put it under the cut for anyone that isn't comfortable with all the stuff a stockholm syndrome au would entail :)

The main concept is that c!Techno is known for being like the richest guy on the server. He's more distant in this au, not really that welcoming to people and only truly cares about c!Phil. He's also somewhat of a hoarder of valuable items, but he's kinda grown bored of looking at the same things all the time. He wonders what could truly make him the richest man with the most resources.

Then, he hears that c!Dream's been imprisoned, and, even more interestingly, can revive people. He doesn't rly believe it for a while, until c!Tommy is resurrected. Now, he's very interested seeing as he and Phil only have one life each. But he has to wait for the right opportunity, he can't seem too eager.

So, he waits. While he waits, he creates a secret hidden base underground far from the rest of the smp where his next 'trophy' will stay. The day arrives where he receives the letter, the day he visits Dream and finds, well... something he didn't expect. He's imprisoned as well, he fully expected this. But he didn't expect how Dream seemed to care about him so much, how frantic he became at the thought that his only way out was now trapped with him, how small he looked when he curled into a ball nonsensically rambling and spiraling into paranoia.

Techno also didn't expect the strange feelings that grow as he lives in that little box with the man. Dream initially flinches whenever Techno sits too close to him, but eventually he relaxes, until soon it's clear he craves the physical contact and makes any excuse to touch and get touched.

When Phil finally pops the ender pearl stasis chamber, Techno begins working on plans to break him out immediately.

Once he does, he convinces Dream to stay with him, that nowhere else is safe and Sam and Quackity will find him if he leaves. In fact, he's banking on it, so he'll have the perfect excuse to take Dream to the secret base. It works out exactly as he hopes, only a few days pass before the two are at his door and Dream has a panic attack just at the sight of them. He has a full blown panic attack, clinging to Techno and begging him to not reveal his location. And Techno thinks how this was all too easy.

Of course Techno doesn't say anything to them, and makes sure they know better than to try and force their way in. After they leave, Techno waits until night fall to transport Dream to his 'trophy room'. Dream's hesitant about the cramped space, but he trusts Techno, so he stays. From there, Techno teaches him to listen to everything he says :)

[twig-gy]

i'm just. obsessed with how much worse (/affectionate) apostasy has gotten with the mindsoul posting. bc like. it used to be soul was happy, heart was mostly happy (ish? not rly but u know. kind of) and mind was just. completely fucked. but no all of these bitches are pining over each other, soul is just v good at pretending heart is enough for him, because hes been repressing his feelings for heart and mind for so long he can almost convince himself. almost

theres so many layers of betrayal going on here its incredible

I KNOWWWWW RIGHT. REAL

and when you think about all of this pining it sounds like the obvious answer is polycule but. GOD NO. HAAAA itd make them so much worse. like.

mind wants soul but he doesn’t want the soul who has done this to heart. and maybe that means he doesn’t want soul at all, cause soul hasn’t changed a bit. apostasy is completely in line with (my interpretation of) canon soul. that soul would have done this with either of them the moment he got the chance. so maybe he doesn’t want soul. right? that should be the conclusion. but he does.

:(

its like. soul is mostly content. but he still wants mind back. he is mostly content. but he still opens his sewing kit and stares at the bloodstains. mostly content. but his chair looks wrong without mind in it. Mostly Content. really, heart is all he’s ever wanted. Almost. Almost…

and of course heart is just kind of fucked like. loves soul. does he want mind, want to want mind, hate mind? he should be sure. he should be content. however. he feels disjointed and off and not right and. no matter how much he does believe there are still lapses. maybe he’s content. for a bit, for a while. maybe. maybe. but he is still…….. yknow. everything. flinching, getting caught in snares.

like soul is definitely the happiest with the situation but there are still. moments. where he wants mind back.

likewise most of the time heart is okay. with everything. but sometimes. …..sometimes.

betrayalpilled longingmaxxers

[btnclmrttn]

Hi! Recently came across your blog and I absolutely LOVE your Saitama HC SM

Anyways I can here to request H/C  With Saitama, Genos, Garou, and mumen rider (all my fucking beloved) 

With a Fem!Be it friend or S/o that’s part Phoenix or is a result of a lab experiment, with a shit ton of scars from being hunted or tested on with her healing abilities (Phoenix example being like Marco from one piece, can turn into a giant blue flaming bird, and/or can turn her arms into flaming wings, have talons for feet near shit)

Please and thank you! Your amazin!

Man these animal requests are so cool I'm digging it. Thanks for asking! I'll give it my best! Sorry it took so long I've been working for days n days straight 😭

Asks the weirdest fucking questions. Nothing to do with the experiment, but like if you lay eggs or some shit

He thinks you look fucking sick when you on your flame shit

Hunters? What hunters? They've mysteriously vanished? A weirdly long strain of good luck? Who knows

If you're ever upset in anyway he always has a small fire extinguisher nearby and whips it out. Mostly to make you laugh but just in case he has no idea what phoenix's are capable of

Prick move but he's always buying sunflower seeds or nuts and giving them to you. The fact he's spending money to joke with you though shows he does like you and thinks of you often

If you got bird feets, it doesn't bother him. However, you CAN bother him if you like grab his knee with them or something it gives him the creeps

Also asks weird questions but he has answered most himself thankfully. By hyper analysing everything of you, of course

Trauma bonding! Woo hoo! (Not rly woo hoo y'all just find good connection with that)

Anyone that even stares too long is at risk of being deleted. Watch out for his canons

Can you heal a cyborg? Maybe? Y'all both wondering but by the time you find out he got his ass mowed he's at Kuseno's already.

The people that experimented on you are also now on his revenge list. You're not talking him out of it if you wanted to try.

Lots of drawings of you n your bird anatomy fill his notebook. He just thinks you're hella cool tbh.

He knows exactly how many scars and marks are on your body and WILL detect if there's a new one so to save you trouble just call/text him if something happens. Whether it was a hunter or you hurt yourself on accident

Oh lawd, this boi

He is extremely protective and defensive of you. Absolutely no one will lay a hand on you like that ever again

Straight up will just snap their neck or something unnecessarily overkill he has zero humanity for the hunters after you

Sometimes you'll catch him staring at your scars, but he won't admit it. He isn't trying to be rude. He just can't imagine how you got them specifically and it bothers him

Also trauma bonding but he has the vibe where he jokes about it and continues his day like nothing is wrong

Refuses. REFUSES to let you heal him if he's injured. He doesn't want to use you in any way.

If you wait till he falls asleep and just heal him a tad he won't notice. He'll believe he's just a fast healer, tbh. And he bragging like, "See, I healed just fine by myself!"

Lucky him you're a healer. Ass whooping magnet. Feels hella bad though despite saving multiple hospital trips.

Always complimenting you and your features/abilities you have. Literally your #1 fan

He wanna see if he is as fast as your top flight speed and always wanna race you on his bike. He's rly trying to get you both at your best speeds. Like fun training.

He's always checking up on you and is constantly worried about hunters. Like your mental health and recovery is one thing but the fact you can't catch a break kills him.

Never bothered tho unproblematic boi as usual he wouldn't flinch at the sight of your scars or feets or wings

He do worry about them scars tho but he never gonna ask like he'd feel so rude.

[cosmicn3ptune]

may i request something?<3 sanemi x fem!reader where she's all tough and cold, only speaking when necessary which,, she never has, not around him, and he actually really hates her because he thinks she thinks she's above everyone, that and she's rly powerful. but then one day he rounds a corner and accidentally bumps into her and she lets out the cutest yelp and his brain short circuits because she's apologizing, blushing, and rambling all cutely and hes just 🧍‍♂️ and as she walks away, confused why he was just standing there, he realizes "oh shit. i like her".

and as a bonus perhaps, after this, he tries his best to get closer to her, even attempts to flirt in his own way, but fails each time, but little does he know, reader sees right through him and is crushing on him too.

if you don't want to write this, it's completely fine!! have a wonderful day/night and don't forget to drink water! also, i love your writing! keep being amazing<3

Yes of course!!! I love Sanemi sm this was so fun to write! Thank you anon <33 I hope you've been doing well and drinking lots of water!! (o´▽`o)

𝐀𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝! 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Reader is the ice pillar

Genre: Fluff

Includes: awkwardness, bad flirting, enemies to lovers, Sanemi is a simp, reader is tough, fluff

:

Despite all having similar goals not all of the hashira got along. Sometimes it was due to different beliefs, other times because of opposite personalities. As the ice pillar, it was your sworn duty to be cold and dispassionate. It isn’t your fault that your breathing form made you so distant. It was simply your nature to be that way, and that was something wind pillar Sanemi Shinazugawa could never get a hold of.

Even after all the time you had been a hashira he still had never heard you speak. Whether it was because he wasn’t listening, or you in fact had not said a word around him; Most likely the latter. This led him to believe you thought you were above him and the others, when you felt quite the opposite.

The master had noticed the growing tension between the two of you and therefore had never put you on a mission together. It was almost as if you and the wind hashira were complete strangers. It had never crossed your mind that you even had the chance to become closer with him.

Keeping your head tilted to the ground, you continued to wander around the Butterfly Estate. You narrowed your eyes as you mindlessly fidgeted with the hem of your snowflake-patterned haori. You knew it was quite a bad idea to not watch where you were going, your pillar training had taught you that. Perhaps you could let today slide - you had a mission last night and it left you incredibly drowsy to the point you were nearly stumbling every step.

Sanemi had also been making his way around the mansion. He intended on asking Shinobu for some spare wisteria - which she always seemed to have on her. He had no idea you were in the same vicinity. Sanemi took note of the neatly kept and dainty flowers that had bloomed so elegantly. He kept his eyes trained on the delicate blossoms as he quickly rounded the corner

Sanemi was met with an unexpected force, as were you. You flinched and let out a gentle yelp, eyes widening and fixated on the equally shocked wind pillar. Your trembling hand slapped against your mouth as a muffled “sorry” left your quivering lips. Instead of responding Sanemi could only blush and stare, as if his mind turned off. That was the first time he had ever heard you say anything and he certainly wasn’t expecting the standoffish ice pillar to sound like that. To sound so… Sweet.

You bowed your head, awkwardly apologizing with your eyes squeezed shut and face covered in a deep flustered red. The way your eyelashes fluttered when you glanced up at him had Sanemi feeling something he had never felt before. It was warm and caused him to go silent, not knowing what to even say.

You lifted your head and made an uncomfortably long eye contact with him before quietly excusing yourself. You hurried off with your face tinted pink, wondering how you let yourself have such a humiliating scene play out. Contrary to what you believed, Sanemi wasn’t mocking or laughing at you. Instead he admired you until you were out of view.

When you finally disappeared he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, only to roughly inhale again when he realized what his mess of a head was trying to tell him. He harshly bit his tongue and crossed his arms. It wasn’t possible.

Had he really fallen for the ice pillar that he had previously despised?

There was no use fighting himself. It wasn’t just a feeling, it was a fact. He stuffed his face into his hands in an awful attempt to hide his crimson face. He heard light footsteps approaching him and swiftly peeked up, wondering if you had returned. To his surprise the girl he had fallen in love with was nowhere to be seen. Instead an agitated voice that was certainly not yours began to shout at him.

“What are you doing here?! You have no idea how suspicious you look, I thought you were an intruder!” Aoi glared at him as if he were the most disgusting creature she had ever seen. To be fair his actions were just a bit out of the ordinary. Sanemi sighed and apologized for frightening Aoi, to which she responded “I wasn’t scared!” In an irritated tone. Sanemi smirked and rolled his eyes as he made his way to find Shinobu.

:

Isn’t it strange how you can go from hating someone to loving them in the matter of a few minutes? Sanemi never expected such a thing to happen. He thought the whole “enemies to lovers” thing was just fiction. He only realized that wasn’t true in the past week, as he had fallen deeply in love with you. How could this possibly happen?

Sanemi finally found the courage to go to your mansion and knock on the door. His breathing was heaving and uneven, doubt washing all over his pride. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Until a few days ago he had been shit-talking you left and right. There was a high chance you wouldn’t even answer the door, and even if you did you’d probably slam it on him. Although his fear was building up he was right there. He was so close to having an opportunity to talk with you and there was no way he’d just throw it away.

His heart felt like it was about to either stop or beat out of his chest when he heard your footsteps approaching the door. Perhaps it would soften the blow if he had bought flowers or chocolate, but no, he just nervously stood there with nothing in his hands.

Sanemi stiffened up as you slid the shoji open, your eyes meeting him instantly. You’re confused, and also quite concerned at his sudden change of heart. Your expression softens when you notice his shy body language - smiling to yourself.

“Shinazugawa..?” There it was again, your lovely voice. “What are you doing?” You spoke in a hushed tone, a lullaby for his ears. Everything Sanemi intended on saying left his mind and rendered him braindead for a few moments. He stuttered on his words and was almost unable to say anything that made sense.

“Um.. Can I stay the night… Maybe? Please?” He stammered and avoided your eye contact with a blushing face. You stare at him, trying to wrap your mind around the words that just left his mouth. You giggled for a second, causing Sanemi to almost explode.

“Sure! I’m making ohagi, do you want some?”

And that’s when Sanemi knew he made the right choice in falling in love with you.

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I really hope you enjoy this because I rewrote it so many times LMAO - Anyways Sanemi enjoyers rise. Have a lovely day sunshines <3

[finn-writes-stuff]

im rly sorry if u dont write stuff like this but i was wondering if i could rq headcanons of the lords reacting to an s/o who is sometimes avoidant to any kind of physical touch due to trauma (i.e. s/o is usually very receptive to touch but on occasion s/o is reminded of trauma n has an aversion for a certain amount of time, but feels guilty abt it?) im sorry if i dont make sense 😭 feel free to ignore !

You guys don’t have to worry about apologizing so much in your requests. I love getting your requests!

Re8 Lords x Reader

Reader is referenced as having trauma in this, but it isn’t explained what it is. There’s some talk of rejection sensitivity in Sal’s section. Gender-neutral reader.

Lady Dimitrescu

While being one of the most reserved lords, she is quite physically affectionate with her S/O

But she would never intentionally overstep your boundaries. All you have to do is say the word and she’ll give you the space you need.

If you don’t express this to her, or you don’t realize how touch averse you are until she has already touched you, and you flinch away from her, she’ll end up very concerned.

She wants to make sure that she didn’t do something to hurt you. You’re her darling, she doesn’t want you to fear her.

Donna Beneviento

She is a big believer in the fact that clear boundaries are the basis of a good relationship.

She has days where she can’t make herself talk, and you have times where you can’t have anyone touch you. You both respect these and take care of eachother.

She’s good at reminding you that setting boundaries for your own well-being isn’t something you should feel guilty. Donna knows that sometimes it’s hard to really get that into your head, but she’ll keep reminding you.

If you want company when you’re having a bad day, she’ll sit near you and blow you kisses.

Angie was told that she needs to give you your space sometimes and has decided to take that as both a challenge and a game.

She will see how far away she can be while still holding a conversation with you.

Donna eventually got her a walky-talky so she would stop yelling across the house.

Salvatore Moreau

Please let him know when you don’t want to be touched, because if he touches you and you flinch away from him, he might cry.

Sal adores you to the ends of the earth, but he does struggle with rejection sensitivity sometimes.

He never puts this above your trauma or touch aversion though. Your well-being is always his priority.

Being told that you don’t want him to touch you can hurt for him sometimes, even when he knows it’s not because he did something wrong.

He has a big overstuffed stuffed animal, and he picked up the habit of giving it a hug and telling you it was for you. If you do the same, he will cry (In a good way this time.)

If you ever need to talk through any of your trauma, he’s good at listening and comforting you.

Karl Heisenberg

If you let him know that you don’t want to be touched, he absolutely respects your space. He himself has problems with people touching him without permission because of Miranda mutating him.

He does his best to remind you that you have nothing to feel guilty about, but he understands that setting boundaries can feel weird if you’re used to prioritizing everyone above yourself.

When you are up for physical touch, you get a lot of hugs. He’s touch-starved and it’s a good grounding thing for him.

When you don’t want to be touched, he’ll still interact with you fairly normally, just making sure he isn’t in your personal space.

He will tease you from a distance, because he loves and respects you, but he’s still an asshole.

[equestriagirl16]

How bnha bois would react to loosing their small s/o w/ anxiety in a crowd~💥🥦❄️🔥⚡️🪨🩹

(Pt. 1)

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Sero hanta~🩹

🩹- It was just another day at the mall you both hand in hand happily walking out of a store

🩹- you both were talking about getting food and what YouTube videos you should obviously watch while you eat, but what you didn’t expect was the flooded food court

🩹- you tighten your grip on the tape bois hand and he tightens back giving you a reassuring smile, dont worry he’s gotchu bby

🩹- or at least he thought he did until yall walked through an influx of people leaving, “Geez that was weird you doin alright ba-” cue you being GONE

🩹- UMMMM??¿¿???¿¿ WHERE????, mans is twisting and turning boobing and weaving through people to find you BUT U SO SMALL AAAA- and he knew you’d probably be so uncomfortable rn the thought alone made him swing into action(hehe like Spider-Man)

🩹- yeah my guy was swinging around trying to find you which was a smart move as he spotted you kneeling down in a corner on your phone and he came to you faster than the speed of light

🩹- “Baby!” You turn around quickly when you hear him, but he’s already at your side. “Hey you ok??” You just clutch onto him for dear life while trying to regulate your breathing. You mention how you were gonna text him but there were just so many people and you almost felt like you couldn’t breath, you just needed a minute. “Hey heyyyy it’s ok muñequita, I gotcha now.” He tells you this while rubbing your back lightly. “How about we go somewhere else to eat?” You agree whole heartedly and the boi tape travels yall right out of there

Katsuki Bakugou~💥

💥- now the boom boom boi AINT HAVIN IT-

💥- he has seriously considered putting you on a leash or in one of those baby carriers cause-HOW CAN YOU BE THIS SMALL????

💥- so it rly doesn’t help when you two are walking around outside after spending the longest time convincing him to take you to this cafe, they have the BEST looking donuts Kats cmon!

💥- but to both your surprise the place was more popular than you thought and the crowd around it was stupid big, it pissed him off just as much as it made you cringe but you thought why not brave just a few seconds of human contact and order those donuts to go

💥- “Fine but you better not let go of my fucking hand!” Awe he loves you..in his own special way

💥- so y’all weave your way through to get inside, Bakugou complains about all the “fuckin extras!” Since most these people just seemed to be hanging around not even buying anything!

💥- you both finally made it inside or at least he thought you both did when he went to squeeze your hand and-OOP

💥- mans was about TO. KILL. WHERE ARE YOU????!!!! You already know he does not care, nudging people out of the way telling them to move not listening to how they protest. He was hyper focused on finding you especially when he remembered that you detest crowds

💥- he eventually did find you near an empty outside table he rushed over ready to yell your ear off, but he saw that you were breathing heavy and noticeably uncomy. Even this literally explosive man knows when to handle certain situations with delicacy and so he does.

💥- “Hey, you alright?” He says in a calmer tone, placing his hand on your shoulder. You flinch at first, but when you see that it’s him you soften. You tell him that you’re sorry and that you were about to text him but you just needed a minuet. “It’s fine, do you need some space or?” He asks you, but honestly you just kinda wanna head out now. He agrees and walks you out of there but this time his arm around your waist. “Listen, I’ll get you those donuts another time ok.” He mumbles. AWEEEEE Katsuki’s in loooove “But you better be holding onto me damn tight next time or I’m getting that fuckin leash!” Yep I spot a blush👀

Eijiro Kirishima~🪨

🪨- a fellow believer in putting your tiny self in some sort of carrying device or just carrying you himself, you try to tell him you’re not a baby “But you’re my baby🥺”

🪨- Gym day? Gym day. Let’s go to the gym babe! Whether you’re athletic or not he would definitely have you convinced to stay in shape or just join him on his workout days, of course he would show off for you either way so that meant pumping more iron💪

🪨- so y’all both get there talking it up on the way, but you did not expect the large crowd gathering in the main lobby. Apparently a pro hero was stopping by and they had a lot of fans that caught wind. Kiri didn’t rly feel like stopping to spectate though especially when he felt you tense up still holding his hand

🪨- “Don’t worry babe I gotcha.” He tells you with that adorable pointy toothed grin, so you smile back. Unfortunately you would have to brave the crowd in order to get into the main part of the gym so y’all do.

🪨- a lot of excuse me’s and awkward touches later and you both successfully made it through! Yep just Kiri and his peb-??????WHERES MY BABY?!?!?!?!????

🪨- he’s is FREAKING OUT, probably more than you are rn tbh. This man lunges back into the crowd being both polite as possible but still trying his hardest to find you, he knew he should’ve gotten that stroller but nOOOOO ThATS REdiCULoUs EIjI-WELL LOOK WHERE WE ARE NOW!

🪨- he becomes more worried when he legit cannot find you and starts calling out your name, he makes it about halfway through the crowd when he looks over and sees you kneeling in a corner next to the lobby chairs. He books it to you, kinda not caring who he bumps into anymore.

🪨- “Pebble! Oh thank god!” You snap to look up at him between your pants. “Hey babyyyy you ok? Can you tell me what you need? Some space? Some air?” You nodded to all of the above and Kiri didn’t hesitate to pick you up bridal style right up out of there.

🪨- you tell him that your sorry yall had to leave. “Don’t be silly hun, if you needed to leave were leaving nothings more important to me than my baby.” He says that last part kissing you on the cheek. You suggest instead of the gym how about you both just take a nice jog today, guy was all smiles at the suggestion and yall had a lovely rest of your day trotting through the park

[leia-imogen]

aaron & the family he's found all by himself; vol. 1 // vol. 2

( ft. the first meeting & the first family game night )

okay, rundown of his first meeting w the vixens!

the vixens don't really like the foxes. they cheer at their games and all, but outside of that, they mostly stick with the football players

bcs, well, the foxes are,, intimidating and most of the vixens don't get how or why katelyn started dating one

especially one half of the terrifying duo that is the twinyards. like these tiny blonde angst goblins have absolutely zero chill, and this is the backliner one, the one that shattered the nose of a dude basically twice his size

they may be short as fuck but they're scary, and the vixens are worried that he might break katelyn's heart

but katelyn's sure about aaron minyard, and when cleo softly asks, "is he worth it?" she knows her answer is a yes

savannah and the rest of the girls aren't convinced tho, so she asks aaron if he'll meet them for one of the afterparties they have after games

he agrees after seeing the hopeful look on her face

and surprise, surprise, it isn't a complete disaster!!

see, aaron has a habit of mirroring the nature of the person he's with. in the book, we mostly see him as an asshole bcs it's from neil's pov, and neil, as much as i adore him, is an asshole

i think that when he's with nicky ( someone he loves and trusts ), he's like, nicer. it's not in his nature to be cheery or anything but he's less,, hostile? and way more relaxed

and katelyn's been nothing but sweet and polite to him, bcs katelyn's sweet and polite till you give her a reason not to be

so he's sweet and polite back, or at least, sweet and polite as aaron minyard can get.

yeah, he's definitely interesting enough, clever and quick-witted enough, respectful and loyal and insanely talented enough, that katelyn decides he's worth it. doubts he'll ever get boring

and yes, she knows this is a big risk, bcs she knows the foxes' rep, knows how fucked up he must to secure a place on the psu foxes, notices how aaron flinches when she makes any sudden movement

but you know what? fuck it

so when aaron tells her his strange, twisted little deal with his brother, katelyn's willing to fight for him

and after nearly 2 months of this, she drags him to the vixens with their fingers interlocked and a hope in her heart that they'd play nice like she's asked ( practically begged ) them to

aaron's buzzing a bit with nervous energy. it's very endearing, how his eyes had lit up at the sight of her, then how she felt her anxiety about the night melt away into excitement

sav tries, bless her, tries to engage aaron in half-hearted conversation about exy ( which she hates ) and aaron tries back, but that fizzles out bcs for someone on a full-ride exy scholarship, aaron doesn't like exy at all

thank god that marissa, who's been trying to be less of a bitch all night, bless her too, lets it slip that sav detests exy

"okay, i can't anymore. minyard, savannah actually hates exy and she hates the foxes too, but we're hoping that you're an exception."

aaron, holding back a laugh: honestly? same.

sav: oh thank fucking GOD we have something to talk about then

"yeah, the entire sport sucks, doesn't it? i literally play it at college level and i still have barely figured out the goddamn rules."

"exactly! and my entire family's fucking obsessed for some reason, it's so annoying! ugh and the foxes suck even more, they're all so goddamn rude for no reason. except maybe the cute goalie."

". . ."

"eww not your brother, i meant renee walker,, and maybe you're not too bad either, minyard."

"you flatter me."

katelyn watches their exchange with more than a little amusement. aaron's not smiling, but his features have softened and he's flushed from the alcohol he'd had and she can't rly believe that this is the boy who they all thought would break her heart

bcs later when aaron comes up to her with a cookie dough cupcake ( her favourite ) she didn't even know was served at the party, leans into her so his face is buried in her neck, whispers "thanks for taking me", when she takes in all her friends laughing and chatting and waving at her, when sav gives her a thumbs-up and nods to aaron, she's never felt more whole

like she was part of something bigger than herself

then aaron starts hanging around them more! yeah he saw the look on katelyn's face and he was going to TRY for her or so help him- usually just with katelyn, sav, and cleo

she invites him to the "family game night" sav is making them have, and he's like "sure why not."

he knocks on the door of sav and cleo's dorm and sav lets him in

"yo, minyard! glad you make it, katelyn's out on a donut run but she'll be back soon."

okay,, okay. so he'll,,, what? interact w people?? hell fucking no

then he realises that it's only cleo in the dorm, plugged into her headphones, playing mario kart, and thanks katelyn for ensuring there would only be ppl that like, he didn't mind

the other vixens were okay, but way too LOUD, and aaron wasn't rly up for spending a whole night w them

cleo hands him a controller, an invitation to play, and he takes it gratefully. he and cleo hadn't talked that much at the party, but she was perfectly tolerable so far, which was a good sign

and mario kart was a part of his childhood, one of the only few that nicky's parents had owned, so he and his cousin had spent hours curled up in front of tv trying to beat each other

even tho he beats nicky most of the time, cleo absolutely destroys him. he mentally tries to brush it off as him being rusty ( which he definitely is ) but damn, cleo's good. still, she brushes off the compliment when aaron blurts it out

okay so then katelyn comes back with like way too many donuts and they start playing monopoly gathered around the coffee table

sav insists on putting on some music. wannabe starts playing. she winks at aaron and aaron winks back, still not smiling. cleo snorts and katelyn kisses his cheek

listen, cleo is a monopoly master. soon, she owns over half the board and it's pretty clear she's gonna win, someone ( savannah riley jameson, everyone ) flips the board

"jameson, what the actual fuck."

"shut the hell up, minyard."

"come on, sav, i was winning!"

katelyn's trying to pick up all the pieces and aaron bends down to help her, shaking his head at sav, who pouts and joins them while cleo grins, headphones slung around her shoulders while she perches herself onto the arm of the settee and hums to wake me up before you go-go

next, sav begs them to play twister. cleo's great at most games, but she has a particular dislike for twister, so she's out quick

katelyn is super bendy, bcs she took gymnastics for years, and aaron holds his own surprisingly well, considering the fact that he's short as fuck

sav: katie, right hand red

katelyn, ending up right on top of a blushing aaron: okay, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

sav: i stopped spinning like 15 turns ago, i'm surprised you didn't notice sooner

eventually aaron collapses and katelyn is hailed as the queen of twister and they spend the next 10 minutes just calling out random spots for katelyn to try

she gets all of them, and aaron is actually smiling now and it doesn't matter that it's only a tiny quirk of his lips, it's something and katelyn cherishes it

they play some sort of surgeon simulator thingy next, and aaron "gonna be a future neurosurgeon" minyard is awesome at it, bcs duh

katelyn's not very good at this. her hands get SHAKY okay

cleo also sucks at this, bcs she keeps getting nervous and having muscle spasms. sav's just doing the dumbest shit bcs it's bringing aaron closer to the edge of cardiac arrest

aaron: jameson holy shit what are you DOING

sav, slicing open the spinal cord: okay so what if i take out the lungs through the back haha

and now sav is sulking over the fact that she hadn't absolutely murdered the others at a game

so she brings out the ultimate game. the game of bastards, one that tears families apart, sets friendships on fire, starts wars too gruesome to be started by anything other than this wretched, cursed artefact. . .

s c r a b b l e

aaron's already having war flashbacks. katelyn groans and goes to make popcorn, bcs this shit's gonna take FOREVER and she knows it. cleo, an english major, is preparing herself for battle with the force of nature that is savannah

"the fuck do you MEAN fergalicious isn't a word???"

"savannah, please."

"no, here, listen to this."

"sav, we were listening to that!" katelyn complains. sav sighs and switches the song back to her "90's bops" playlist, then changes it to "hell yeah feminism" which instantly starts playing run the world ( girls )

katelyn happily starts singing and aaron's not even reluctant to hum along

sav and cleo are still arguing. this has been going on for so long. sav looks ready to flip over the board again, so cleo does it first

katelyn: cleo what the heck

cleo, the tired mom friend: don't fucking curse

aaron is also tired, but in a good way, in kind of that soft lazy droopy way

he falls asleep leaning against the sofa and katelyn's shoulder, with god is a woman playing in the background while sav and cleo continue arguing. cleo is standing on the coffee table. it's true anarchy

he wakes up on the sofa with a blanket thrown over him and sunlight streaming in through the lacy curtains and katelyn making a complete mess of the kitchen in a futile attempt to make breakfast. sav and cleo are draped across each other on the floor

katelyn, struggling to pick up burning toast: morning babe, how did you sleep?

aaron, calmly using a pair of tongs: pretty well. who wants pancakes?

sav, instantly shooting up: DID YOU SAY PANCAKES

so he makes pancakes! nicky taught him as soon as he'd gained custody of the twins, so he's pretty much an expert. he tries to teach katelyn, but then just gives up bcs she's clearly not listening in favour of staring at him

and they all gather around the coffee table and cleo's humming along to the song on her headphones and wow these pancakes are rly good omg

while aaron is chatting to cleo about what video games they should play next, sav whispers, "kate finley, if you don't marry this boy just for his god-tier pancakes, i will."

"sav, you're a lesbian."

"not anymore, i've decided that i am pancake-sexual."

aaron hears all of this btw, bcs cleo stops when she hears them talking. he blushes, and smiles, just a little bit

( if anyone actually cares about this, tell me! shoot me an ask if there's any particular ask you want to see with these characters, or just the foxes! )

[ya-girl-mc]

Lips on Lips

Character: Kageyama Tobio × Fem Reader

Concept: Kageyama being the awkward babie that he is, has no idea how to kiss. Luckily, his girl's there to help him out (wholesome fluff!!)

A/N: So hiii,,, I finally took the plunge and decided to post my first fic here. Idk if anyone will actually read or like it, but I rly enjoyed writing this one 😅 so hope u will too

☆☆A mostly self-indulgent Haikyuu!! Fanfiction☆☆

The ringing of the school bell signifying the end of final period had always been a highlight for the students of Karasuno High. Excited chatters filled the hallways as students pooled out of their classrooms, eager to pursue after-school activities with some making a beeline towards the exits.

As soon as the bell rang, Kageyama would usually head straight to the gym for volleyball practice, racing occasionally with Hinata as the 'quick-attack' duo turned every mundane activity into an opportunity to best the other. However, with club activities cancelled for the day, Kageyama had but one destination.

Completely oblivious to the wistful stares he got from some of the female students, his attention was fixated on only one of them as she made her way out of the classroom, her expression brightening as soon as she set her eyes on him.

His girlfriend.

Him and Y/N had known each other since middle school. What had formerly been the latter's unrequited love had now blossomed into a romantic relationship, with Kageyama eventually finding himself enamored by her as they reached high school. A couple of weeks have passed since then and everything was going great, if he could say so himself. Despite his intimidating demeanor, Kageyama did his utmost best to keep her happy, however, given his track record of social interactions, he was initially convinced that he would jeopardize their relationship. But, with Y/N’s assurance to accept him for who he is, his worries eventually dissipated.

Kageyama allowed himself the most subtle of smiles as she made her way to where he stood, looking up at him with bright eyes that he had come to adore. Completely unaware of the stares the other students threw their way, the couple continued to gaze at each other. "Tobio! No practice today?" She asked as she smiled at him.

"No, the gym's being cleaned. So, I was wondering..." He trailed off, fidgeting ever so slightly. "Do you want to go and hang out somewhere?"

At that exact moment, Hinata joined the forming group of interlopers as he witnessed his intimidating partner and sworn rival interact fondly with his significant other. Pretty soon, Tanaka and Nishinoya came across the crowd, easily spotting their tangerine-haired teammate. "What's up, Shoyo?" Nishinoya inquired.

Nodding in acknowledgement at his senpais, Hinata gestured to the couple. "It seems like Kageyama's asking her out on a date."

Tanaka let out an exasperated sigh. "It's still amazing that THAT guy managed to get a girlfriend before we did."

Sympathizing with his teammate, Nishinoya placed his hand atop Tanaka's shoulder. "And it seems like it just made his popularity shoot up. How unfair the world we live in is."

Shifting their attention back to the couple, Y/N happily responded to Kageyama's invitation. "Sure! How about at my house? My parents are out working so we'd have the house to ourselves the entire afternoon."

At her rather bold suggestion, jaws dropped in disbelief and with Kageyama completely unaware of its implications, nonchalantly accepted her invitation. "Sounds great."

Gleefully responding to his concurrence, Y/N excused herself and headed to the restroom, paying no attention to the incredulous stares that followed her. As soon as she was out of earshot, Hinata and Nishinoya scrambled towards him.

"KAGEYAMAAA!" Yelling in chorus, the duo tackled him as Tanaka proceeded to disperse the crowd.

Kageyama steadied his footing at the sudden attack, shooting his teammates an irked expression. "What was that for?"

Tanaka soon joined the trio and placed his arm around Kageyama's shoulder. "I can't believe it. Our Kageyama's finally entering the ultimate stage of manhood."

Puzzled by the sentiment, Kageyama jumped in surprise as Nishinoya slapped his lower back, his expression donning that of a proud father. "While we still can't stomach the idea of you getting there first, we salute you, comrade."

"What are you all getting so worked up about?"

Hinata gave his partner a knowing look. "You're about to hang out in a very private place with someone you're in a relationship with, it's basically a perfect situation to do THAT."

It suddenly dawned on Kageyama, his eyes widening as he began to panic, the trio watching him in disbelief. "Seriously, Baka-yama?!" Hinata exclaimed. "We both may be volleyball idiots but I can't believe that I know about more stuff in that area than you."

"Dumbass, don't compare me with the likes of you!" He growled as he harshly pinched Hinata's cheeks. In a state of uncharacteristic panic, Kageyama began pacing back and forth. "W-what should I do? It's not my intention to do THAT, it's way too early!"

"Let this senpai give you some wisdom." Nishinoya slapped Kageyama's shoulder, stilling his movements. "Listen, nothing good will come out of overthinking matters. You both just started dating after all, just trust your gut and let things flow naturally."

"Nishinoya-san..." Kageyama trailed off in thought as he digested the advice his senpai gave him.

"Noya-san SO COOL!" Hinata and Tanaka fawned over him in admiration.

At that moment, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi passed by the group. Without ceasing his stride, Tsukishima let out a lengthy sigh. "Nishinoya-san, you say that but got no experience to back it up."

Something snapped in Nishinoya as the cold, hard, and undeniable truth was given to him straight. "Ha? The hell did you say? Tsukishima, you bastard!" Nishinoya attempted to lunge at him, however, the trio scrambled to hold the seething libero back. Yamaguchi waved sheepishly at his teammates as Tsukishima held up a peace sign with his fingers which only seemed to rile up Nishinoya more.

Just then, Y/N emerged from the restroom and took in the shenanigans unfolding before her, amused yet relieved at the thought of Kageyama finally finding people he could feel comfortable with. It was a stark difference from how he was back in middle school as his peers isolated the so-called "King". Despite his reputation, Y/N saw through Kageyama and witnessed a sensitive yet unwavering person beneath. It was what drew her to him in the first place.

Shaking her head at how sentimental she had gotten, she approached the group and cleared her throat to catch their attention. She had become accustomed to the rowdiness of the volleyball team, especially with the uproar they caused when Kageyama formally introduced her to them. "Hi Hinata, Nishinoya-senpai, and Tanaka-senpai. Mind if I steal Tobio away?"

"Y/N-chan!" Hinata greeted cheerfully, letting go of Nishinoya's arm to push Kageyama towards her. "Sure, he's all yours."

He stumbled a bit as Y/N held his arm to steady him, giggling at the dagger-like glare he shot his partner. "Since when were you on a first name basis with her, dumbass?"

"Well then, we're off!" She chimed and pulled Kageyama away before he made any attempt to lunge at Hinata, waving gleefully at his teammates. "See you around!"

Bowing slightly at his senpais and shooting one last threatening glare at Hinata, Kageyama let Y/N lead him to the exits. Looking back once more, his expression turned to that of disdain at the enthusiastic thumbs-up his teammates gave him.

Once the couple was out of earshot, Nishinoya let out a whistle. "Damn, she's got Kageyama wrapped around her finger, huh? He better treasure her 'cause a girl like that's a keeper."

Nodding in agreement, the three of them fondly watched the retreating couple, silently cheering their setter on for what's to come.

*****

"Pardon the intrusion!" Kageyama rigidly yelled to no one in particular as Y/N ushered him into her empty home. Settling himself down on the living room sofa while she headed to the kitchen, Kageyama tightly clasped his hands on his lap, not daring to move a single muscle.

To say that he was nervous was an understatement. He never felt this much nervousness before, not even during official matches as it only exhilarated him. But then, having devoted most of his life to volleyball, the dynamics of dating was somewhat uncharted territory for him.

Calm down, calm down. You're both alone in her home, with nothing to disturb you. It's just like what that idiot said, it's the ideal set-up for THAT. Is Y/N even aware? She invited me here so does that mean she wants to do...THAT?! Since when has she been that straight forward? And is she expecting me to initiate something?

Wait, don't get too ahead, that may not be her intention and maybe it's just that Tanaka-san, Nishinoya-san, and Hinata's minds are in the gutter and I'm letting them get to me. But what if she really wants to go THERE? Shit...I don't know what to do! Maybe I should look it up and do some research while she's-

"Tobio," Y/N’s sudden voice roused him from his spiraling thoughts as he flinched in surprise, nearly toppling the contents of the tray in her hands. "Hey! Geez, why are you so jumpy?" Setting down the tray of snacks on the table, she sat down next to him, and - to Kageyama's relief - allotted a reasonable distance between them as he definitely didn't want her finding out that he was on the verge of losing it.

But then again, this was his girlfriend. With a seemingly uncanny ability to see through his stoic persona, she just simply knew how to read and handle him. "So you're nervous, huh?"

Kageyama's eyes widened as he felt himself starting to sweat. "N-no, I'm not," he stuttered, practically giving himself away.

Letting out a nervous chuckle herself, Y/N placed her hands atop her lap, her posture stiffening. "Uh...well to be honest, I invited you here not with the purest of intentions."

Kageyama felt himself freeze, his face burning at her revelation. He kept his gaze trained on hers as he mustered up the courage to say something, anything.

Shit, so she definitely wants to do THAT.

As Kageyama kept staring at her dubiously, Y/N eventually caught on to what has rendered him speechless. Reevaluating her words, it was her turn to become flustered as she realized that they were barreling towards a huge misunderstanding. "N-no! Not THAT impure! Geez, it's way too soon for that! Ugh, how do I say this..."

Kageyama couldn't help but audibly sigh in relief, feeling like a huge weight was lifted off of his shoulders. But if it's not about that, what's got her so bothered?

Keen on finding out the answer, he looked at her expectantly, watching as she fiddled with the hem of her skirt. Glancing momentarily at Kageyama, her cheeks burned as she forced herself to elaborate on her woes. "Well, it's just that we've been dating for a few weeks now and all we've done is hold hands."

As she fidgeted uncomfortably, Kageyama was intrigued as he prompted her to continue. "What do you mean?"

Okay Y/N, so far so good. This has been bothering you for some time now, just say it!

Tightening her grip on the hem of her skirt, she couldn't bring herself to look at Kageyama as she turned away, hiding her flustered expression from view. "I mean we haven't...k-kissed yet. So I was kind of overthinking lately that maybe...you didn't want to do that with me...?"

There! I finally said it, all that practice in front of the mirror seemed to pay off! But why isn't he saying anything?

As silence engulfed the room, Y/N subtly peered at Kageyama, taken aback at the aghast expression on his face. "Idiot! Why would you think that?"

"Hey!"

Sighing in defeat, Kageyama eventually felt his cheeks heating up once more as he turned away, hiding his face in his hands. He couldn't help but feel guilty since his girlfriend was compelled to harbor those thoughts...well...because of him. After pausing momentarily, it was his turn to shy away. "S-sorry. It's not you, I promise. I've never been in a relationship before so I have no idea how to...k-kiss. And, I was afraid that if I try to do it and I do it wrong...you might not like me anymore."

There! You finally said it, Tobio - albeit quite lamely.

At his unexpected confession, it was Y/N's turn to gape at him as she processed his words.

The hell? What the hell was that cuteness?!

Kageyama usually carried himself with confidence and a subtle tinge of superiority. Seeing this whole new side of him was pretty bad for her heart, as her pride also swelled at the thought that she was one of the few people able to witness this endearing side of him. "Awww, Tobio!" Y/N swooned, scooching closer as she gave him a sideways-hug. Kageyama jumped at the sudden contact as he looked down at his girlfriend, his cheeks seeming to grow even warmer. "That awkwardness of yours is what makes you so adorable!"

"A-adorable?!" He reiterated aghastly.

She put a little distance between them once more which allowed her eyes to met his. "Yeah, I said what I said. So what if you don't know how to kiss? That won't change my feelings for you. I told you, right? That I'll always like you."

It was still pretty amazing how much her words affected him as he felt his insecurities gradually crumble away. Unable to find the right words, Kageyama wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close instead, hoping that that simple gesture was more than enough to convey his feelings.

After a few moments of tranquil silence, Y/N pulled back from the hug and faced him, her cheeks donning a bright shade of pink. "Say, Tobio…w-would you like to try to kiss?"

Gulping audibly, Kageyama shifted to mirror her sitting position. "O-okay." Completely at a loss at what to do, he shut his eyes tightly. With lips subtly pursed, he awaited for the much-anticipated contact, but instead, Y/N's giggling caused his eyes to fly open. "Why are you laughing?!"

"You're too adorable! Geez what am I going to do with you?" She tried to say through her laughter, stopping as soon as she noticed the irked expression he threw her.

Now that's just unfair. He's even cuter!

Clearing her throat, Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands. She scooted closer to him and recounting on all the "research" she's done, she clasped both of his hands in hers. "Where do you want to touch me?" Letting out a shaky breath, she guided his hands towards her face. "Here?" Following suit, Kageyama then found his hands on either side of her waist in one smooth motion. "Or here?"

His hands were shaking pretty badly due to nervousness, and while he was sure she could notice, she didn't pay it any attention. "T-the face," he managed to reply, gently cradling her face in his hands as the space in-between them decreased.

His hands were huge and warm against her cheeks as she leaned into its warmth. Fixating her eyes on his, Y/N proceeded to instruct him. "Now, let's try moving our faces closer until our lips touch. And close your eyes, idiot!"

Both of their hearts were going haywire as the distance between them decreased. Y/N’s eyes have fluttered close and Kageyama followed suit, steeling himself as he awaited for contact. With their lips mere centimeters away, Kageyama felt his nose bump against hers and he drew back in a panic, blushing furiously as he did. "I-I'm sorry, I messed up!"

Ugh, I swear to God this cuteness of his will definitely be the death of me someday!

Refraining herself from giggling at his embarrassed state, Y/N took his hands and placed them once more on either side of her face. "Let's try again, and uh, let's move our heads in the opposite direction. I'll go left, you go right."

Unable to speak as the nerves began building up once more, he simply nodded, the atmosphere suddenly shifting as they locked gazes. Little by little, their faces drew closer and closer, and Kageyama took the opportunity to admire her features amid their current proximity. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks faintly tinted, and her lips parted slightly as they anticipated his. At that moment, he found her utterly captivating and his eyes fluttered close. With all the courage he could muster, he finally pressed his lips on hers.

The contact was subtle, featherlight, and only lasted a second, but it was more than enough to send their hearts into overdrive. He slowly drew back and found her staring at him with wide eyes, her breathing hitching as she finally came into terms with reality.

H-he actually did it...we kissed. We finally kissed. All those shoujo manga describing the thrill of the first kiss - it comes nothing close to actually experiencing it for yourself.

Mirroring her flustered state, Kageyama slightly increased the distance between them, his eyes darting away from hers. "H-how was that?"

Dropping his hands from her face, Y/N's fingers lightly grazed the spot where his lips met hers, recounting on the enthralling sensation. "My heart feels like it's about to explode."

"Same here," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, still quite embarrassed.

"Uhm, can we do it a bit harder?" She requested in a voice so soft he almost didn't catch it. But he did hear, and his heart began racing uncontrollably as a result. Y/N sensed what she assumed was his apprehension and chuckled awkwardly, berating herself for being a bit too wanton. "Is that a weird thing to ask?"

"It's not." Kageyama's reply was a bit too immediate in an attempt to reassure her, but he once more found himself spiraling internally.

Letting out a sigh of relief and with every ounce of confidence she could muster, Y/N wrapped her arms around Kageyama's neck and pulled him towards her, their faces in such close proximity. Too surprised to respond, he simply stared back at her, his hands naturally finding their way around her waist. Her breath tickled his lips, whispering ever so slightly against them. "Follow my lead."

Their lips met once again, but it was different from the one they shared earlier. With an increase in pressure, he could feel just how soft her lips were, and pretty soon, he felt them moving against his. His heart literally close to bursting, he recalled the advice Nishinoya shared with him.

Trust my gut, huh?

Finally letting go of all of his inhibitions, he allowed his lips to move against hers naturally, his eyes fluttering shut as he reveled in the sensations. It was unbelievably sweet yet exhilarating at the same time, both of them losing themselves into the kiss. Neither wanted the moment to end but Y/N was the first to pull away as she panted slightly. Eyes fluttering open, they both smiled sheepishly, their foreheads pressing against each other. "So, how was it?"

"Better, I liked the second one better," Kageyama stated, no longer feeling as much embarrassed as he did earlier. "Where did you learn to do that?"

At his inquiry, Y/N drew back slightly and dropped her gaze, fidgeting once more. "Uh...research?" Her vague answer seemed a bit suspicious, and with Kageyama shooting her an inquisitive look, she groaned and buried her face in a pillow. "Fine! I read a lot of shoujo manga, okay? You happy?!"

"Pfftt," Kageyama couldn't help but sputter out and pretty soon, he was laughing uncontrollably as he clutched his stomach.

Too annoyed by his mirth to swoon over how adorable Kageyama was when he laughed like this, she grabbed the pillow and began hitting him. "So what of it?! The kiss turned out fine didn't it? Stupid Tobio! Idiot! Idiot!" All of a sudden, Kageyama stilled her movements as he leaned over and pecked her lips, both of them blushing profusely at the sudden gesture.

"Hey Y/N, I'd like it if maybe we practice some more?"

"You sneaky little..." Still slightly reeling from his surprise attack, Y/N looked away in embarrassment. "I'd have no problems with that...I guess."

And with that, the rest of their afternoon was filled with banter, laughs, and with a few stolen kisses here and there.

[brett-is-afraid]

the thing u wrote about the blood made me uhh. think. ted who gets off on scaring/freaking out the reader. like he loves seeing reader being visibly distressed. threatening him or his loved ones with rly bloody/gory/violent/disgusting things, to the point where the reader is too scared to leave him. 🪲

Yes, this. Especially if Ted is so nice and sweet at the beginning, always being so respectful and kind to the reader. And then everything begins changing one day.

Ted does stuff just to see the reader flinch or squirm away from him, seeming to get off on the fear.

He's constantly whispering gross things to him, threatening him with all sorts of stuff. And the reader finds it hard to believe this is the same man he fell in love with because he knows Ted isn't messing around.

[softhourtxt]

home | ateez

× au: roommates with ateez × pairing: ateez x reader × genre: fluff, maybe a dash of angst × warnings: mild swearing × word count: 1,1k

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being roommates with ateez is a whole is a mess ok??

sometimes you just think if it would be easier living homeless tbh

you actually even once joked about it out loud

but immediately got attacked by a bunch of boys

you counted at least 5 bodies on top of yours screaming they would never let you leave the house if you kept joking like that

your other friends are,,,,, quite interested in this whole situation

you’ve noticed your best friend suddenly becoming very interested in spending time at “your place”

and when you asked, they swore it had nothing to do with your attractive roommates

cough

yeah you were like “ooookaaay sure”

but the boys always welcomed your friends over

definitely not because they liked flirting with them too

and you always pointed this out to your friends in a teasing manner

they’d look at you weird and be like “??? dude they flirt with you the most”

but you insist it’s just their personality

cue your friend rolling their eyes

and the sleepless nights when you lie in your bed staring at the ceiling and thinking “do they really???”

but anyway, back to the chaos

your average day consists of:

sitting on your bed trying to do homework

sounds chill enough but noooo

the key word is “trying”

seonghwa is vacuuming somewhere in the distance

( you can’t see him but you know it’s seonghwa because he was yelling at someone for making a mess )

woosan being hella loud

someone pestering you every once in a while

a few examples:

mingi comes by asking what you’re doing

hongjoong stops by to ask if you’ve eaten

yeosang has lost an item of his and is looking for it from?? your room?? get out yeosang pls

at this point you’re annoyed so you close the door which is a clear indication you want to be left alone

you’re alone for like a second

someone opens the door and is about to speak-

“GET OUT!”

it’s yunho and he sees you sitting on your laptop with anger written all over your face so he just,,,, closes his mouth and slides out before you start a war

finally it seems like you have some privacy so you sigh

untilthedooropensagain

“are you like 100% sure my headphones aren’t here?”

“yes, yeosang. you left them in the kitchen”

“………..oh”

but it’s not always like that

believe me or not, there are moments when you’re not annoyed at them

moments where all 9 of you are gathered in one room, sitting on the floor eating takeaway and talking about your days

there was this one time you were sitting around in your bedroom

you had ordered food and everyone was starting to open their packages while chatting loudly

but when you opened your package, it was the wrong order :(

you quietly stared down at it for a few seconds just pouting

you were so rly super hungry and now :( you didn’t have any food

hongjoong who is sitting on your left notices this

he nudges you with his elbow

“did you get someone else’s order?” he asks you

and his heart almost breaks when your voice is so small and fragile

“…….i don’t know… i don’t think so”

jongho, sitting to your right is also now aware of this

“yo does everyone have what they ordered?” he speaks louder so everyone can hear

the boys quickly look at their foods and nod their heads

your shoulders slump and you almost feel like you’re about to cry

you didn’t want to be picky but what you had on your plate had some ingredients you were allergic to

“hey you like this, right?”

hongjoong offers you a piece of his food with his chopsticks

you weakly nod and accept what he’s offering to you

“aigoo our waifu didn’t get their order??? here~” wooyoung coos and offers you a piece of his food as well

before you know it seonghwa had gotten you an empty plate where everyone left pieces of their own food for you to eat

and so your smile and mood was simply restored :,)

overall your relationship is great,,,, you all get along so well

of course there are some minor disagreements here and there

sometimes even arguments, but rarely!!!

there was this one time

when you had accidentally left your sock on san’s bed

yes, one sock

he came home after a long and tiring day, ready to just slump down on his bed and fall asleep the second he closed his eyes

he was exhausted, barely said anything to anyone, just walked past everyone and went straight to his room

but not long after he entered, he already came storming out

he knew goddamn well the sock on his bed was yours, no one else had bright yellow pikachu socks in the household

you were in the kitchen enjoying some cereal with wooyoung and yunho

when an upset san storms over to you

“why is your sock on my bed, y/n?” he asks, clenching his jaw

you swallow your cereal and blink up at the boy

“oh hehe so that’s where it was..?” you nervously chuckle

steam is coming out of san’s ears ,,,, he is just SO pissed right now at you for leaving you stupid annoyingly bright yellow frigging sock-

you’re defensive bc?? “chill it’s just one sock i can take it and you can go back to-”

basically san raises his voice at you and you flinch a bit

wooyoung chokes on his cereal and yunho starts hitting his back

thankfully san comes back to his senses at your flinch as he notices the slight gloss that just appeared over your eyes

“yah, relax dude” yunho glares at san while still patting wooyoung’s back

“no it’s okay,,,,, i’m sorry i’ll go collect it” you stand up and walk past san with your head hung low

san immediately regrets his actions and rushes after you

he finds you sitting on his bed, staring down at the sock in question

he carefully sits down next to you and buries his head into your shoulder in shame

“i’m sorry i shouldn’t have raised my voice :(”

“it’s okay i understand :,) you’ve had a long day. i should let you rest now”

you get up to leave but wooyoung enters the room

he plops down on san’s bed, bringing you down with him

and just like that you got yourself in a cuddle/nap session with woosan, lucky you

i could literally write about your life living with ateez for forever but imma stop here

just overall living with 8 boys was tiring but fun!

and you couldn’t imagine your life without them :,)

[cloudygeorge]

a little help

pairing: bucky barnes x teen!reader [platonic]

summary:  Ur so talented🥺could I request a platonic reader x avengers imagine where reader USA teen and was recently saved from hydra and lives with them but is too scared of them to hold a conversation (bc of like trauma) so she gives 1 word answers or just runs away before anyone gets a chance to speak to her, but Bucky manages to crack her shell and she grows rly close to him and the avengers start seeing a side of her they never seen before ? (her being happy🥺) maybe her getting close to peter too!

warnings: mentions of torture, fighting, trauma, effects of self hatred

The thing no one tells you about heroes and villains growing up is how eerily similar they are. After all, they’re both fighting for what they think is right. No matter how they tried to justify it; whether it was for the good of humanity, their own self interest, or based on their own beliefs, they all truly believed that they needed to do what they were doing. That was part of the reason why the Avengers scared you.

There were many reasons as to why they unnerved you, but it’s not like you could say that to them when you could barely manage to be in the same room as them.  All they knew was that when they rescued you from that HYDRA base, you were bruised and beaten, and too scared to let Bruce touch you. Now, you couldn’t say more than one word to them and it had been almost three months.

It’s not like they expected you to welcome them with open arms. In fact, most of them expected you to be like Bucky; with a cold and hardened exterior used as a barrier to hide your emotions and protect yourself.

“Hey, Y/N. How’d you sleep?” You flinched as Steve spoke behind you, despite knowing he was behind you before he spoke. You were trained to have good instincts, but fear overrides that mechanism, it seemed. The cabinet your hand had been on slammed shut, and you jumped at the added sound. Steve gave you a concerned frown, leaning closer to check on you. “Y/N? Are you-”

“I-I’m fine!” you squeaked out, scrambling backwards away from him. You darted back to your room before he could reach you.

Obviously they forgot that you are in fact, a teenager.

“Maybe she’s homesick?” Clint suggested, but Tony snorted. “What does she have to miss? HYDRA?” Tony, Natasha, Clint, and Steve were upstairs on the catwalk, watching you train. You weren’t dumb, you knew they were there, and you knew they were talking about you. You weren’t angry. They were probably just discussing why you were so scared of them again.

You huffed, punching the bag in front of you again. Why couldn’t you just ignore the feeling you got in your stomach whenever you saw them? You were able to pretend you didn’t have nightmares, so why couldn’t you pretend like you weren’t scared of them? You landed another hit, this time harder. They kept telling you they were good guys, one of them was even a doctor, so why couldn’t you find it in you to trust them? Why did it feel like they would hurt you no matter what? Your other fist slammed into the punching bag this time, with more force than the blow before it.

It had been months and you were still too scared to be near them for too long. You had flashbacks every time someone came near you, and if they managed to get close enough to actually touch you, you were terrified you’d hurt them, because that’s what you had been in the process of being trained to do. You were just a kid at one point, but now it felt like you were just a mess stacked on top of problems and tied together with thin rubber bands. Why couldn’t you be normal?!

You heard footsteps directly behind you and your body went into autopilot. Your foot swept behind you, locking behind their ankle and tugging so that they’d fall. They wrapped one arm around your shoulders pulling you into them and twisting as they fell. In two moves and three seconds you were on the floor and Bucky Barnes was hovering over you. You were shaking, and there was an emotion in his eyes you couldn’t read.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said quietly, getting off you. He moved until he was at least three feet away from you. “See? I’m not going to hurt you.”

You scrambled up, but didn’t dare take your eyes off him. “Why did you sneak up on me?”

He held his hands up in a surrender motion. “Because your hand is bleeding and I knew you didn’t notice.” You risked looking down at your hand only to find that he was right. You were actually bleeding pretty bad on your right hand. You must not have wrapped your hand right.

“You don’t have to punish yourself.” Your head snapped up to look at the older assassin, but his expression was still the same somber, familiar expression he always wore around you. “It took me a long time to realize that, too. I thought I deserved it all, the injuries, the remarks, the judgement, the nightmares.”

“You get nightmares, too?” Your voice was small, and Bucky hated it when he looked at you. You were so young, and he hated that you were able to relate to what he had gone through. No one should have had to go through that, much less a child.

He nodded. “All the time.”

You didn’t seem to know what to say to that. “Are they ever, uh-”

“Yeah.” He knew what you meant. Are yours real, too? “But it gets better.”

The skeptical look on your face made him feel like he was looking in a mirror to the past. “It does?”

“Yes, as long as you try to trust me. Do you think you can do that?” It felt sort of like he was talking to a toddler, but he knew starting from square one was his best bet. You needed to know that there was someone that wasn’t trying to deceive you, and he could be that person for now. “We can start by fixing your hand with Bruce?” He suggested. “I’ll be there the whole time,” he added seeing the flash of fear in your eyes. When you took his hand, he knew you were going to be okay.

For the next few weeks, the Avengers watched as you followed Bucky everywhere. He went for a run with Steve? So did you. He watched really bad comedy shows on the television in the lounge? You were there too. They watched you slowly become a little happier, until one day they were all just talking, not really doing anything and you came running in and almost tackled Bucky in a hug. “You’ll never guess what happened today!”And as you started rambling on, he couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, you would be okay. You just needed a little help.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

i wanna know what love is - 04

Pairing: rockstar! sebastian stan x writer!reader

Warnings: sexual tension

A/N: let me know what you guys think, i love receiving your feedback rly warms my heart xx

Last Chapter // Next Chapter

Everyone in the band had their little corner of the bus only for themselves. Fred and Michael were normally around the kitchen, happily munching on the snacks found on the always filled cupboard. Anthony would be on his little bed bunker talking on FaceTime with his wife and kids while Sebastian had the whole second floor for himself where no When she questioned the other band members why he had such a big space for himself, they replied with shrugging and that it was mostly for his entourage. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder why they kept up with his shenanigans but it was obviously that they all still held care and love for their front man.

Y/N herself had been handed the back lounge which had been turned into a room for herself. It had a nice plush queen sized bed, a full sized shower, a TV within the wood like walls of the tour bus and a wardrobe for her to keep all her belongings. It also had a nice full length mirror.

She was in her cozy bed, polaroids and notes scattered around her as she all compiled it within a word document on her laptop to send to her editor as work evidence. Maybe as a senior writer or even a hired writer she could keep her work for herself but as an intern, her editor had to get proof she was actually working and not “parading” with the band as he had phrased it when she called him to inform him of the tour reporting offer. 

She found herself reaching Sebastian’s section and having nothing on him. She could write about his snarky remarks and how every single girl in the club immediately flocked to his side but that would go against what he expected of her. On the other hand she could write that he protected her from someone trying to forcefully hit on her. However, as a female writer, if she wrote that, she would get criticism from her editor saying she had hit on Jack or Sebastian. 

Y/N had no choice but to go upstairs and try and get something out of Sebastian that wasn’t a tease or a useless reply. She sighed, getting up from her bed along with her trusty notepad and walked to the door of her bedroom opening it to find most of the band mates asleep in their very upgraded bunkers or watching Netflix. She kept on walking until the stairs, climbing them and reaching the top expecting to find a drunk Sebastian or an accompanied Sebastian. Instead she found him in his bed, shirtless as he usually walked around, with a guitar on his lap and headphones on. 

   - What are you wearing? - he smiled like a little school boy once he noticed someone was in his space. Y/N was in her pjs, a white spaghetti top with pink flowers along with matching shorts. It was very different from what the girls he’d bring in the bus would wear to bed. - Do you enjoy dressing like a little kid, is that it? 

  - Says the person who was sworn war against shirts. - Y/N looked at his very naked torso. Only now had she gotten the option to actually study it and the tattoos he had scattered in it.  He had two guns tattooed very close and pointing to his pelvis and a rose by his left shoulder. She wondered how drunk you’d have to be to get two guns, one of each side of his torso, pointing directly at his pelvis. It was almost as an invitation. She blushed at that thought, looking at the wall trying to erase that idea from her head. - I need to ask you some questions for my editorial evaluation. 

  - I thought you had gotten enough material for tonight. - he put his headphones back on his ears, returning to ignore her to play something which she couldn’t hear. Y/N sighted and stormed to his side, ripping the headphones away from his head. - That’s not very nice, sweetheart.

  - We have a deal. I get this tour report if I clean your messy dirty slate. If you want me to clean it then you need to answer my questions and act like a grown up. - she disconnected the headphones from his guitar, holding them on her hand which made Sebastian furrow his eyebrows at her display of dominance. 

  - Right, sweetheart. - he took the strap of the guitar that was wrapped around him, placing the instrument in his bed. - What do you wanna know? 

  - Thank you. - she placed the headphones on the floor before grabbing a bean bag and taking her seat there, making her look way smaller than him. However, right now that wasn’t what she was worried about. - I just have to wonder, you’re almost 35 and all your bandmates are either married or have kids. How come you haven’t settled down?

  - I don’t wanna answer that question. - his whole demeanour changed as if she had insulted him and all she stood for. She had never felt afraid of him, maybe frustrated or embarrassed but never afraid. Yet that look, that very icy look that took over his whole being as she finished speaking. - Next question.

  - Okay ... - she looked at her pad, not wanting to hold eye contact. - You know, I get this sense that you believe you’re above everything else and you can have anyone else you’d want in your bed or by your side. But ... but it’s not real. It’s not love.

  - No. - he shook his head at her. - It’s not love, sweetheart. It is not supposed to be love.

  - Then what is it? - she was actually curious. Growing up, her mother was a reporter and she knew, she knew these type of people. Those people who were famous, gods of their own craft and could have anyone they wished. As a young girl she always thought it was because they deeply craved love but Sebastian didn’t seem to fit that theory. Sebastian didn’t seem like the type of man that surrounded himself with women and one night stands because he was a deeply insecure man requiring love. No, he didn’t seem like that man. 

  - Sex. - he said almost in a whisper-like manner. She felt like the mere tone of his voice and the lack of flinching in his whole demeanour would send her straight to hell just because she had witnessed such event. - And other people’s projections of what they want me to be. Of what you, your editors and your readers want me to be. Sex. 

   - A .. ar ... - she had to clear her throat trying to bring herself to Earth. - Are you talking about your blatant sexualisation in the media? 

   - You know what I’m talking about. - he sat next to her in the very small bean bag making her move to the other side, almost falling on the floor. - It’s part of the job, sweetheart. Don’t get so flustered, it’s part of the industry.

   - I’m not flustered. - she moved again but he only followed her. - I’m trying to interview you and you’re not taking me seriously. 

  - You just didn’t like the answer. - he grinned at her, satisfied with how flustered he had made her. - Don’t ask questions if you’re not open to the answer, Y/N. C’mon, it is better to have sex and have however you want then be heartbroken. Love is a social construct, it does not exist.

  - What do you know of heartbreak? - she pushed him away from her and Sebastian couldn’t help but sense the shift in her emotions. She almost looked angry at his reply. 

  - Woah, sweetheart. Did I hit a nerve? 

  - What would you even know about love? All you do all your time is be surrounded by girls who you use to take to your bed and that’s it. You haven’t experienced a single drop of love much less heartbreak. - she got up, starring down at him.

  - Well, maybe the reason why I haven’t felt a single drop of love is because all you and your friends want me to be is sex, sex on legs so I can continue to do what I like. 

  - It’s not our fault that you cannot not bring a girl to the tour bus. 

  - Well, I ...

  - Everything okay? - a girl peaked from the bathroom door, calling for Sebastian’s and Y/N’s attention. He mumbled a quiet “fuck” under his breathe, getting up to fix his problem. Y/N on the other hand just rolled her eyes before taking out and going down the stairs. - Did I ruin everything?

  - No, Sherrie. She has her opinion about me set in stone. 

[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 34

Yoongi finds your phone– and so does someone else...

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Genre: fluff, angst

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You force a laugh. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t lie to me, y/n,” Yoongi says softly, his voice a knife in your back. “These– Jesus.” He exhales sharply as your phone buzzes again, again, again. You would’ve turned your notifications off months ago, but you need Twitter for your jobs. “How long has it been like this?”

@satanhasaholdoffrance: hey @yourname make like a tree and die

@queenynuwu: I hope y/n knows we love her!! <3 @yourname

@gummyyoongi: has anyone found @yourname‘s address yet?

��I don’t know what you mean,” you reply stubbornly. You don’t want your weight on Yoongi’s shoulders, not when you know he’ll blame himself.

“Bullshit. You said this wasn’t happening! You told me that my fans weren’t coming after you.”

“And you never checked,” you reply, your throat tight. “You know what I am. I’m a liar. And you trusted me– that’s your mistake.”

Yoongi flinches. “I know you don’t mean that.”

You begin trembling, your hands and arms and shoulders tensing against your will. “You shouldn’t trust me, Yoongi.” I’ve kept too many secrets from you.

“Well, I do trust you. I know you too well, y/n, and you don’t mean that. But this?” He taps your phone. “This is messed up.”

You take a step back, shrinking into yourself. “I-I’m sorry.”

“What? No. Why are you apologizing?” Yoongi gets up and walks towards you, his eyes intense. “My fans– the stuff they’re saying– that’s what’s messed up. And y/n, I’m so, so sorry this happened. You don’t deserve it.”

“I, uh...” you mumble, confused. Why isn’t he angry at you? You lied to him, again and again and again. “Sorry...”

Yoongi sighs, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “What are you even apologizing for?”

“I don’t know!” You cry. “I thought you’d be mad at me!”

“I’m not mad at you, y/n-ie.” Yoongi raises his arm and brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face. “I’m just worried. The comments you’re getting, the haters... they’re too much for anyone.”

Your mind drifts to the nightmares, the thoughts that your hate comments have inspired within you.

Yoongi’s gaze darkens, but he’s not looking at you– he’s staring far off, at something beyond. “I’ve seen idols, trainees– friends– that internalized those things, and they didn’t see an escape... no one is equipped to deal with this shit alone, no one.” Yoongi swallows, and his voice wavers. “So don’t try, y/n. You’re not alone, and I can’t lose you.”

You blink hard before drawing back and punching Yoongi in the arm.

“Ow!” Yoongi yelps, rubbing his arm. “What the hell?”

“That’s for being dramatic,” you say, using all your willpower to keep your voice light. “And this–” you poke him in the ribs– “is for being selfish. I don’t wanna lose me either, nerd. It’s not all about you.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Yoongi laughs. “My bad, I almost forgot that you’re a force to be reckoned with.”

“Just don’t let it happen again,” you sniff haughtily.

“I won’t, promise. Hey, do you need a lift to your next job?”

“Nah, I’ll take the bus. I’m not famous like you,” you reply. Besides, you want to be alone with your thoughts.

“Suit yourself. I have to go to the studio anyways.”

“Another BTS comeback already?” You muse, and Yoongi winks.

“Nope.”

~~~

Once Yoongi leaves, you wriggle into another sweater and shrug your coat on over it. You can’t help but feel chilly lately, and you can’t afford to get a cold.

You leave your apartment building and quickly walk towards the bus stop. Your afternoon will be spent on a photoshoot for a new makeup line, and Lisa said you’d be able to keep some of the merchandise.

You adjust your face mask and pop in your earphones, your mind a whirling dervish of thoughts. You imagined Yoongi would be furious– after all, you’d promised no more secrets. You couldn’t help but keep your Twitter mess to yourself, because you didn’t want your friend to stress about it.

Friend... the word seems strange to you, almost wrong.

Well, we’re ‘dating’ now, you think, so I guess he’s my fake-boyfriend instead.

It’s weird; for years you were completely in love with Yoongi, besotted with his face and voice and laugh and lyrics. His shy, goofy nature. His irresistible charm. You remember when you and Lisa would scream together at every new music video, each concept photo, any hint or clue or theory. It seems so long ago now.

Speaking of Lisa... your phone begins buzzing with a call from your manager/friend.

“Y/n, darling, how are you doing? How’s the leg?”

“All healed up now,” you reply, flexing and unflexing your left leg. You lost a lot of blood, but your injury missed all the arteries and important stuff.

“Great. Hey, I lined up a job, it’s yours for the taking if you’re interested. They need an extra in a cologne commercial, it should only be a two-day shoot and we can plan around Moon Over The Sea. What do you think?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you murmur absentmindedly. “How much does it pay?”

“Pretty well, your cut would be only a little less than you’re making on the makeup shoot today.”

“Alright, sign me up.”

“Great. And... how’s it going with Yoongi?”

You jolt. “What?”

“C’mon, y/n, you can’t expect me not to ask. You’re dating your idol!”

“I-I’m not, really...”

“Oh, shush. It’s official, isn’t it? BigHit confirmed it last week. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were together!”

You grit your teeth– you have to tell her the truth. “Lisa, seriously, it’s not real.”

“I know, I bet it totally feels like a fairy tale, huh? I’m so jealous.” Lisa’s voice gets quieter, pouty. “We have to hang out soon, it’s been ages since we’ve had a proper gossip sesh!”

“But...”

“No buts! I’m ordering you as your manager to hang out with your best friend... who is also your manager... who is also me.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Yes ma’am, just pencil me in.”

“Will do! See you soon.”

“See ya.

Humming to yourself, you continue your bus ride, arriving at the studio a few minutes early. A fashionable young man strides up to you bearing shorts and a shirt.

“Ah, you’re here. L/n y/n, right? Perfect, perfect, put these on and we’ll get you straight into hair and makeup.”

“Uhh...” you examine the outfit he gave you. “Are you sure this is for me?”

“Of course I am, what are you talking about?”

“It’s black, these shorts are made of leather, and...” you trail off, gulping. “It’s all very tight.” That’s right, clothes like these will only hug the curves you don’t have. You’re not a sex icon like some of the female idols you’ve seen Yoongi with on TV. You know as someone in the entertainment industry, you’re supposed to be fashionable– but you’re too much a fan of oversized sweaters and soft pants to let them go. “I don’t know if this outfit suits me.”

“Nonsense, you’re beautiful– you just need the confidence! Besides, you’re gonna have to get used to this type of stuff if you want to get anywhere in your career,” the man chuckles. “Changing room is over there. When you’re ready, head to hair and makeup.”

“R-right,” you mumble, taking the clothes. They look so cold, you shiver just thinking about putting them on.

Ten minutes later, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Staring back at you seems to be a child, a little girl who doesn’t belong, who can barely fill out the tight crop top or shorts. And you’re supposed to be dating Yoongi? You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry. Yoongi deserves better, someone prettier, smarter, who looks like they belong at his side. In your mind’s eye, you can see Yoongi next to you in the mirror– black-haired, a brow raised, his mouth quirking upwards in a lazy smirk. He looks like a prince, a god, and you look like you’re playing dress-up next to him. No wonder so many people are upset; you’re doing Yoongi no favors by being with him.

You sigh and shake your head. You’re cold, so cold, and you hate it. You turn away from the mirror to get your hair and makeup done.

“Okay, can you give me a little lip bite? Something cheeky? Oh, perfect! Yes, hold like that!” The camera flashes while you sit frozen in place. “Cross your legs now, hold the lipstick closer to your face... can you give me bedroom eyes?”

Face flushed, you lower your lashes and pout your lips like you’ve seen real models do, and the camera flashes again and again. The lipstick you’ve got on is a brighter red than you’ve ever dared to wear, and combined with the outfit and your bold eyeliner, you look a little edgy.

“Great, y/n, you’re doing wonderfully. We need one more photo for the spread...” the photographer looks around the photo studio, which is a rather minimalist set. “Can someone get me that chair? Y/n, sit on it backwards and try for a smirk– like an ‘I’m-better-than-you’ face.”

But I’m not. Still you try, channeling your inner Seokjin as you fix the camera with your best downward stare, and then half smiling as though you’ve got a secret– which you do, too many to count. Half a dozen shots later, you’re dismissed with the promise that the money will be wired to your account by Friday.

The next morning, you wake up to the familiar buzzing of your notifications, again and again and again. You haven’t overslept, have you? No, your clock informs you that it’s not even six AM. You groan and flip your phone over to read your new mentions.

@beautyoftheseoul: Check out our new line of matte lipsticks, modeled by #MoonOverTheSea’s @yourname!

@chimyoongles: Omg @2460sunshine did you see that @yourname liked a yoongi thirst tweet? Lmaooo I’m dying she’s rly all of us

@scarletwitchisjunghoseok: I think I love @yourname now that she’s exposed herself as an army lololol

@captainkookie21: why are ppl stanning @yourname for her fuckup lol it just goes to show what a liar and a slut she is.

You blink sleepily. You liked a tweet about Yoongi? You’ve been careful about doing that ever since you became a public figure, in case Yoongi noticed. You tap through your likes and gasp:

@slutfordionysus: rt if you want Suga to crush you between his thighs, like if you want him to use his tongue technology on you ;)

Oh, fuck. You never liked that. You’ve never even seen that tweet. Which means... you’ve been hacked?