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vanteguccir · 6 months

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── ୨୧ !　𝗙𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘

　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Chris records a TikTok with Tara after many requests from both fandoms, but fans reacted contrary to what he expected, generating questioning thoughts in Y/N.

WARNING: Crying, comparison, fighting.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The morning sun beamed beyond the half-open curtains in the living room, painting the room with orange and gold tones. Sitting at the kitchen table, Y/N immersed herself in her books, trying to focus on her notes as the sounds of Nick and Matt echoed around the house.

At that moment, Chris was absent. He had gone to Tara's house, a new friend of the triplets and, consequently, of Y/N, who had recently become a frequent figure in their lives. The objective was to record a video for Tara's channel since after the large group's social media post together, both fandoms started begging for collabs.

As Y/N immersed herself in her studies, a notification flashed on her phone screen. The girl looked up at her device, seeing the new message.

pretty boy: hi baby!! look, we did a tiktok! I look so cool: link.

A smile curved Y/N's lips as she clicked on the link, curious to see the result of one of Chris and Tara's creations. The video started, and she immediately recognized the song as one of her favorites, humming softly as her eyes captured the funny dance and interaction between the two.

A laugh escaped her lips when she saw Chris shaking his head in the lyrics "Would you get down on knees for me?", remembering all the times the song played when they were together, and exactly in this part, Chris always got down on his knees in front of Y/N, making her laugh.

For a moment, Y/N allowed herself to relax and enjoy the scene. It was a genuine demonstration of their new friendship, and Y/N felt grateful to be part of that dynamic.

However, her joy was momentary.

As the video came to an end, Y/N scrolled through the comments, eager to see the reaction of Tara's followers. What she found left her cold.

Among the funny and complimentary comments, there was a barrage of messages that cut like sharp knives. Ardent fans of both Tara and Chris were heavily shipping them, completely ignoring Chris's long-standing and public relationship with Y/N.

"Chris and Tara are so cute together!"

"I so wanted them to be a couple 😭"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but you don't hold a candle to Tara. Chris deserves someone like her."

The words echoed in Y/N's mind, like a distant echo of an approaching storm. She felt a tightness in her chest, a mixture of sadness, anger, and confusion.

How could they be so cruel? How could they judge their relationship based on fragments of a distorted reality? Y/N felt vulnerable, exposed to the relentless cruelty of the virtual world.

Her thumb moved automatically as she left the comment box, sliding the screen to the TikTok below the one she was watching, craving a quick distraction. But her hope was suddenly dashed when she saw that the next video was an edit of Chris and Tara's TikTok and all the others after.

She knew the fans were fast, but at that moment, she wanted them to be as slow as possible.

Y/N closed the app with a heavy sigh, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. It was difficult not to let the strangers' words and opinions get to her.

With a determined effort to forget about it momentarily, Y/N turned her attention back to the books, seeking refuge in the comforting familiarity of the printed pages, forgetting to answer Chris.

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The day was coming to an end. In the room shared by Y/N and Chris, the atmosphere was filled with a silent energy, interrupted only by the gentle slide of Y/N's fingers over her phone screen, and the low sounds of various videos.

She was lying in their bed, having already taken a comforting shower, but her mind was still shrouded in a haze of dark thoughts. As she scrolled through her TikTok's For You, romantic edits of Chris and Tara popped up with disturbing frequency. Y/N's expression was a mixture of sadness and self-questioning, her eyes reflecting an inner storm.

She felt her mind defeat her with thoughts of comparison. She knew she would never reach Tara's beauty, humor, and even body.

The heavy atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of the door opening gently. Chris entered the room, radiating an aura of euphoria. His eyes sparkled with joy, and a smile spread across his face with ease.

"Hi, my pretty girl!" Chris greeted, closing the door behind him. "You won't believe how amazing the video with Tara turned out. I can't wait for her to post it so you can see it!"

"Hey, baby! I'm so happy you had fun." Y/N looked up from her cell, forcing a smile on her lips, trying with all her might not to reveal her current state - the last thing she wanted to do was ruin Chris's excitement, but the sadness still hovered in her eyes.

Chris immediately noticed the change in her expression and approached the bed, worried.

"What happened, babe?" He asked in a worried tone, frowning and sitting down next to her.

She just shook her head slightly, unable to put her tumultuous thoughts into words. Chris reached out to caress her face gently, seeking to comfort her with his loving touch.

"You didn't answer my text, I really thought something was happening... You know you can tell me anything, right?" Chris continued gently. He didn't want to force anything out of her.

Y/N nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. Before he could say anything else, Chris noticed the phone in her hand with almost silent sounds escaping from the speaker, leaning over to peer at the screen.

Romantic edits of Chris and Tara filled Y/N's device. He swallowed hard, instantly connecting the dots.

Chris's comforting touch on Y/N's face seemed to turn cool. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sigh escaped his lips before he could control it.

"Y/N, are you really upset because of these silly edits?" The boy questioned, his voice filled with disbelief. His touch against the warm skin disappeared within seconds, the boy removing his hand from her face before sitting down on the bed.

Y/N flinched at the accusation implicit in his words, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable. Tears threatened to overflow her eyes as she struggled to find a coherent response.

"It's not just because of the edits..." She, her voice shaking with turbulent emotions. "Did you see the comments? They-"

Chris shook his head impatiently, cutting her off abruptly, frustration beginning to seep into his expression. He couldn't understand why something as trivial as fan edits could affect his girlfriend so much.

"Y/N, this is ridiculous!" He continued firmly. "These edits and comments don't mean anything. They're just fan jokes. It's not the end of the world." His voice came out louder than before, his posture now rigid.

His words hit Y/N like a sharp knife, making her feel even more inadequate and misunderstood. Anger bubbled inside her, a simmering mix of resentment and hurt.

"You don't understand, Chris!" She snapped, her voice shaking slightly. Her right hand worked to lock the screen of her phone in one quick motion, tossing it aside. "This isn't just about the edits. It's about how I feel about being compared to Tara, about how it's making me feel inferior to her! How would you feel if people started wanting to see me with a man other than you? While I'm in a relationship with you!"

Chris rolled his eyes dismissively, his patience beginning to wear thin at the intensity of Y/N's emotions.

“You’re so tiring sometimes, Y/N.” He snapped without thinking, his voice tinged with irritation, not giving a damn about how his girlfriend felt. "I can't deal with all this insecurity all the time. It's fucking exhausting."

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless, her rigid posture quickly crumbling. She felt tears run down her face without force as the painful realization settled in her heart.

She was tiring. She was insecure. She was too much for him to handle.

The pain of rejection burned in her chest as she retrieved her phone again, ripping the comforter off her legs. Her lips were pressed into a thin line tightly in an attempt to stop the ugly sobs that she wanted to let out. She wouldn't give herself the luxury of showing Chris how much he hurt her.

The girl got up from the bed in one quick movement, grabbing her pillow and heading towards the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" Chris's voice echoed harshly behind her, his body rising from the mattress quickly.

"I'll sleep in the living room." Y/N responded curtly, turning the handle with ease before walking through the door, slamming it, feeling more alone than ever amidst the multitude of turbulent emotions.

She could feel her heart being crushed a little more when she didn't hear Chris call for her again, let alone try to reach her.

The stairs leading to the living room were silent, and her pillow clutched to her chest as a last vestige of comfort in a world that seemed to be falling apart around her. Each step up echoed like a lonely echo in an emotional void that seemed to swallow her whole.

Upon reaching the living room, Y/N found refuge on the empty couch. She curled into the soft upholstery, hugging the pillow tightly as tears continued to roll down her cheeks silently. The phone rested next to her, emitting a dim light that wouldn't turn off, almost begging her to pick it up again.

Hours dragged by like centuries as Y/N fought the ghosts of her own mind.

At some point, she had given up resisting and was on her TikTok again. The algorithm seemed to hate her, delivering her frequent videos of Chris and Tara, which were like a sharp dagger in her heart.

They would really look beautiful together.

Dawn fell heavily upon her, but sleep refused to welcome her into its comforting arms. Instead, she found herself trapped in a whirlwind of torturous thoughts, her mind pounding incessantly with doubts and questions about her relationship with Chris.

Until her brain shuts down completely, letting tiredness win.

At 3 a.m., in the darkness of the night, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance to the room. Chris was there, his tired face etched with worry and regret.

His eyes quickly found Y/N's figure lying on the couch, already asleep, curled up and shivering slightly from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but he could see the swelling that surrounded them, the traces of tears on her cheeks and her still damp face. Next to her, her phone repeatedly played one of the videos she had watched before falling asleep.

A lump formed in Chris's throat. He intensely blamed himself for not having thought before acting and, much less, noticing how much his actions had affected his girlfriend.

With hesitant steps, he approached her, feeling the weight of his own anguish on his shoulders.

Gently, Chris turned off her phone, cutting the endless cycle of pain that had consumed Y/N. He then crouched down beside her, studying her peaceful face with a mixture of love and pain.

With a resigned sigh, the boy carefully took her into his arms, hooking them around her back and behind her knees, feeling the weight of her fragile body against his own chest. Y/N hummed softly in response to his touch but didn't fully wake up.

Chris carried her down the stairs and back to their bedroom, where the soft light from the lamp bathed the room in yellow tones. Tenderly, he placed her on the soft mattress, covering her with the comforter carefully so as not to wake her.

Y/N shifted slightly under Chris's touch and the new surface beneath her limbs, her eyebrows furrowing in an expression of discomfort. She looked restless, as if she were immersed in a nightmare.

Chris watched her for a moment, feeling the weight of his own harsh words weigh on him like an anchor. He knew he had hurt Y/N deeply, and the pain of seeing her suffer was almost unbearable.

With a heavy sigh, he sat down next to her, his hand reaching for her with a tentative touch. Y/N stirred slightly, her eyes finally slowly opening to meet Chris's. She fought the urge to get up and leave the room again, her anger at Chris's actions and sadness in her mind, making her want to avoid him.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, sharing a silent understanding that transcended words, Y/N making the decision to let him say what he wanted.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Chris muttered, his voice thick with regret. "I was insensitive and selfish. I didn't want to hurt you, I acted on impulse and completely without thinking. This whole situation is not silly if it hurts and bothers you, and I promise that we can talk better about what you saw and how you felt, and solve this together... Just please, give me this chance?"

Y/N blinked slowly, her eyes locked on Chris's as she processed his words. For a moment, she felt the weight of hurt and disappointment pressing against her, but then she saw the sincerity in Chris's eyes, the pure, unconditional love he had always offered her.

And in that moment, she knew that forgiveness was the only good choice to make. With a sigh, she squeezed Chris's hand tenderly, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

"Just one chance. I want you to fix what you did and do it right this time."

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eufezco · 1 month

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NIGHT RIDES WITH LOGAN༄

logan x afab!reader (smut) + no use of y/n. english isn't my first language (!)

logan spends all day working and you get bored.

when he finally gets home at night he is too tired to do anything but collapse in your bed, between your arms and with your hands caressing his hair. you want to spend some time with him, you miss his company, but you know that work drains all his energy and you would never hold it against him, he did everything he could to provide for the four of you. so you eventually found a way to spend some time with logan.

you booked his limousine.

the first time his brow furrowed in confusion as you opened the door to get into the car. —what are you doing here?

—wanted to spend some time with you.

—you know this makes me loose fucking money.

—you can put in the app that you're free, i won't be a bother, i promise.

and logan huffs but agrees because he's upset but at the same time it's comforting to have you there. he starts driving and you start talking, and he listens, smiles and hums to everything you say. he likes to listen to you and how you have the need to tell him about every thought that goes through your head.

and you turn up the radio a little and hum and sing all the songs while logan is focused on driving but you can see how his fingers tap the rhythm of the song on the steering wheel. he's happy to have you there with him.

and sometimes logan drives with a hand on your thigh, caressing and squeezing the inside of it or taking your hand and putting it on the shifter under his. other times you have your feet on his lap while logan drives, innocently at first, but then you start to rub his crotch with them and he looks at your feet and then he looks at you, looking back at him as if you were doing nothing.

so logan has to park in the darkest alley he knows and fuck you dumb in the back seats. he has you sitting with your legs spread open, knees to your chest, and his body between them as his hips slam into you. may not seem to be the most comfortable position, but remember it's a limousine so you have all the space you need.

it's even better when you ride him. you straddle him and his big hands are on your hips, helping you to bounce on his cock. he grunts and pants into your mouth. he spanks your ass, sucks on your nipples, and looks at you in awe, with parted lips trying to control his breathing as you ride him with your eyes closed shut and your hands on his chest.

there comes a moment when your legs start shaking, your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders and your movements become more desperate, you can't stop moaning and by the way, you're squeezing his cock, logan knows you're about to cum. so he starts bucking his hips upwards to meet yours. and the limousine is moving, the windows are fogging up and you are sure that they can hear from outside the car.

one night he was driving these girls to this party and you were sitting quietly in the passenger seat. the girls were drinking and having the time of their lives in the back of the limousine, laughing and dancing to the music. and all of a sudden one of them called logan and flashed her tits to him through the rearview mirror.

you clenched your jaw, turned around, threw yourself at her, and pulled from her hair. you slapped her and she slapped you back, and logan had to stop the car and get in the middle of the fight. he apologized and offered the girls the ride for free, also they were drunk enough to not care too much. you sat in the passenger seat with your cheek burning and blood coming out of your nose until he dropped the girls at the party. then he used the alcohol he had in his glove compartment to clean your wound.

other night logan stopped driving so you could get a snack. when you got out of the limousine and started walking to the store, a random man slapped your ass. logan never felt so much anger before. he got out with his fists clenched and punched the man so hard that he broke his own knuckles.

—you can't do that, you know how much it takes for you to heal...

he grunted as you wrapped his knuckles with a bandage. he didn’t care, he’d do it again.

and there are nights when it gets very late and logan still has a couple of hours of work but you can't keep it up any longer so you lean your head against the window and fall asleep. logan can't watch you sleep so uncomfortably so he quickly drives home and carries you in his arms to your bed. you hum when he picks you up and he mumbles the sweetest things for you to not wake up.

—sh, it's okay, i got you. you're home, baby, you need to sleep and i'll be with you before you know.

he tucks you into your shared bed and kisses your forehead before he leaves. you hum when you feel his lips. —love you, lo.

—love you too, baby.

and when he gets back to the car he rubs his face to clear his mind because he'd have loved to get into bed and sleep with you but sadly he has to continue working. he opens the glove compartment to take a sip of his alcohol and when he does, he finds your panties, crumpled into a small ball waiting for him.

he takes them and he can feel how wet they are thanks to his cum mixing with your juices. logan brings them close to his face and takes a deep breath. then he puts them inside his pocket. —you're gonna be the fucking death of me.

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silverdragonfly · 24 days

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Time Zone | Aemond x Reader

pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

warnings: none, pure fluff with few implications :) English isn't my first language.

word count: 1.1 K

summary: Day 5. Aemond is still on another continent, 11,000 kilometres and 9 hours away. The best part of the day is when you two chat on FaceTime.

a/n: those photos of Ewan Mitchell got me thinking in this direction. plus, i remembered the song Time Zone by Maneskin, and it turned out to be a great combo. i’d really appreciate your feedback, likes and reblogs 💗 enjoy!

divider credit @cafekitsune

The buzz of the smartphone in your hand pulls you fully awake. The screen brightness feels harsh against your eyes as they struggle to adjust. When your vision finally focuses, you see "Aemond 🤍" appear on the FaceTime app. As you sit up, you instantly swipe the arrow to the right to answer the video call. While the connection stabilises, you flick on the table lamp, and the room's greyness vanishes.

A warm smile lights up your face when Aemond’s image finally comes into view. A few silver strands fall across his forehead, making you instantly wish you could pull them back.

“Hi, love,” he murmurs, his rough voice still laced with the remnants of sleep.

“Hii,” you smile sheepishly at him.

“Shit, did I wake you?” His eyes widen in realisation.

“No, it’s alright!” you reply, noticing your dishevelled reflection in the corner of the screen.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s OK, I just dozed off,” you say, fixing the stray strands. “No way I’d head to bed without talking to you.”

“Next time, I’ll call you before breakfast,” he says firmly. His background contrasts sharply with yours��the day is just beginning in Dubai, a reminder of the vast distance between you.

“How are my girls?” He tilts his head, revealing the gleam of a silver chain.

“Your girls miss you a lot, right, Vhagar?” Adjusting your phone against the pillow, you stand and quickly return holding a Scottish Fold. You sit cross-legged and cradle the cat in your arms, her fluffy grey belly exposed to the camera as she settles into your lap.

“Hi, Vhagar,” he murmurs, a tender smile spreading across his face.

You plant a few kisses between her ears and gently brush her nose with a finger, making her purr contentedly.

“Okay, I see! I’m the third wheel here,” he teases, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Say hello to daddy,” you say in a high-pitched voice, holding the cat up to the phone.

Aemond chuckles at the nickname.

“What? Technically, you’re her dad.” You pout playfully at him.

“I am,” he nods in acknowledgement, “which means you are her mum, or would you prefer mommy?” The teasing edge in his tone is prominent.

Your cheeks flush. “Stop it,” you say, petting Vhagar along her back, feeling her soft purring beneath your hands.

“You wanna say there’s not even the slightest hint when you say ‘daddy’?”

You fight the tug at the corners of your lips, butterflies flutter in your stomach at the little game. “No, it’s simply for Vhagar.”

He leans close to the screen as if to expand the video, his eyes narrowing. “Then why do you blush?”

“I don’t! It’s just the lighting.” Vhagar jumps off the bed. “See, you made Vhagar feel awkward.” You triumph in steering the conversation your way.

He snorts, leaning back in the chair. “Alright. When I’m back, we’ll revisit this conversation!”

“Come back sooner,” you whine, clutching the phone as if it could bridge the gap between you. “I wish time would go quicker. I miss you a lot.”

“I miss you too, love,” his gaze softens. “Trust me, I hate this business trip as much.”

You know he isn’t lying. A few weeks ago, when Otto announced that Aemond would have to travel with Aegon, he nearly lost his temper.

“How’s the negotiation going?”

He shrugs with casual calmness. “Quite well. We’ll seal the deal today.”

You haven’t doubted it could go the other way, not with Aemond. That is the main reason why he accompanies his brother.

“How’s Aegon?” you ask, not bothering to hide curiosity in your tone. Aegon is a walking drama queen. Wherever he goes, there’ll surely be a story to tell.

“As always. Business by day, partying at night. Honestly, I will never understand how he juggles those two,” he says, shaking his head with disbelief and condemnation, causing you to giggle.

“You just have a different routine, that’s it.”

“I’m counting the days until I return to it and you.” His gaze feels intense even through the screen.

“And to Vhagar,” you add, lying down on your side, biting your lip in a smile.

“And Vhagar,” he agrees. “So, you’ve had your little update. What about mine? What have you been up to today?”

“Mm, nothing special. Baela and I had a yoga class. I don’t know how much time I need to master the advanced poses,” a faint sigh escapes you. “I manage with the basics, but nothing more.”

A cheeky smile plays on his lips as he leans closer to the screen. “Well, you manage advanced poses with me quite well.”

Your toes curl at the implication and the way his deep voice lowers.

“Perhaps it’s because I like you more than my yoga instructor,” you say, rolling onto your stomach.

“I love hearing that. In a few days, we’ll resume our classes. I’m eager for us to try something new.”

Your breath hitches at the promise in his words. Even after a year together, he still manages to overwhelm you.

“Sounds promising,” you murmur, nipping at your lip.

Suddenly, a series of loud knocks echo from the door, making you both startle.

“Give me a moment. I’ll see who it is,” Aemond says, standing up. His grey sweatpants come into view as he moves.

“Sure,” you reply, setting the phone on the bed, your hand feeling numb from holding it.

You hear Aegon’s muffled voice, followed by him saying, “Shit, have I interrupted your phone sex?”

Uncontrollable laughter bursts from you, shaking your entire body.

A few moments later, Aemond returns. “You heard?”

“Yeah,” you admit, taking the phone back into your hands, your cheeks aching from smiling. “His directness is his charm.”

“And my pain in the neck.” His fingers adjust the silver chain, causing warmth to spread in your chest, knowing he’s wearing your gift even miles away.

You look at each other in comfortable silence, your gaze tracing his facial lines, knowing exactly what they feel like under your touch.

“I have to go.” An apologetic flicker appears in his eyes. “And you should try to get some sleep.”

You nod in agreement, despite sensing this night will be filled with tossing and turning without him by your side. But you keep that to yourself.

You force out a cheerful smile. “Have a great day. Best of luck with the deal, and… don’t go partying too much with Aegon.”

He chuckles. “You know I won’t. Sleep tight, love. I’ll see you when you wake up.”

“See you,” you murmur to the screen, prolonging the words in anticipation.

Taking the phone into his hands, he says, “Love you.” It feels like you’ve just been given the warmest and tightest hug. Your chest could explode from the intensity of the feelings within.

“I love you too,” you reply, noticing the flicker of a smile on his lips before the conversation ends. The photo of you two shines brightly on the screen.

Pressing the phone to your chest, you feel your cheeks still warm with excitement.

Gods, you love him so much.

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lilrainbowcloud · 8 months

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Pairing: Percy Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff, aged up Percy!

Word count: ~0.8k || masterlist

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It was quaint in your dorm room. The only source of sound in your room came from your laptop, shuffling songs from your "i just want to be happy with you" playlist, the song 'Everyone Adores You' by Matt Maltese filled the air, and also the sound of your boyfriend's soft rhythmic breathing while his body was snuggled on yours.

It was a nice feeling. Having him close to you. Watching him sleep without the creases that would mar his forehead as another bad dream clouded his mind.

Not a worry(monster) in sight. It had been two months since your last encounter with one of the children of Echidna. Ruining your park date which ended up with singed clothes and smashed strawberries.

Sometimes you just can't catch a break can you?

But moments like this you'd cherish. A perfect vision of you both safe in bed, under the warm weighted blanket while snow falls outside like little white cotton candies. The contrast of temperature made you rubbed your socked feet together, careful as to not stir too much that would disturb the sweet sleeping boy on you.

As you continued reading a book for your English class, your fingers mindlessly twirl his sandy blond hair. Massaging his scalp as you do which you knew calmed him down and he loves it when do you it. You thought about what to have for dinner since the sun was going down.

Disturbing your thoughts on honey garlic chicken serve with rice, Percy's suddenly took in a deep breath, signalling him regaining conscious. Stretching his limbs as he let out a groan.

You smiled behind the book, still reading the last bit of line of chapter eleven.

After a moment, a finger lifted the bottom of your book. Bright blue eyes peaked from behind it, curtained by curls. You giggled as brushed his hair away from his eyes as you put the book down beside you.

"G'morning," he mumbled. Smiling as your fingers run through his hair.

"Morning," your replied, giggling as you watched him snuggled back into you. Arms wrapped around your torso from your position of resting your back on the headboard.

"I'm hungry, do you want to get dinner?" you asked, patting his back softly as if to put him back to sleep as you would a baby.

A groan, and a muffled mumble as he spoke into the folds of your sweater.

Okay.... So that's a no for going out to hunt for food. Pulling out your phone, you opened the food delivery app. Asking what he wants.

Lifting his head up to look at you with his still sleep clouded eyes, he replied, "What are you having?"

You replied with what you had thought earlier. Finger scrolling through the menu of your favourite restaurant.

Percy let his head fall again on your stomach. This boy is really exhausted.

"Do you want the same as me?" Glancing from below your phone screen, you watched as he nodded his head which tickled you a bit.

How was he breathing was beyond you. At least you saw his back rising and falling steadily. Need to keep an eye on that one.

Shaking your head at his antics, you ordered two sets with strawberry tea that you liked. Nice to have something hot during the cold weather.

Setting your phone down after checking out dinner, you sigh as you looked at your boyfriend. It was adorable really, watching him be at peace.

The impending danger that you both have to face everyday was tiring enough. Now, added with college classes, it was double the challenge. But you had the best of times with him.

Choosing to go to the same college together, even though you both resided in different dorm rooms but he would still crash at your place since you got the room all to yourself. The reason being your previous roommate had dropped out of her program because the professors was being such a "pain in the ass" as she said it.

Now you can say that Percy is your roommate.

College is nice. It's even nicer that you had a Percy Jackson by your side to fight monsters and exam papers together.

Just the life you had always wanted.

Or did you?

Lowering yourself so now you're back is against the pillow, you put am arm over your eyes while the other wrapped around Percy.

For a moment, you just want to enjoy every single peaceful second that you can with him.

Well, maybe just until dinner arrives. Because if he doesn't let you get up to get your honey garlic chicken, you're going to kick him off of you. Lovingly of course!

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dumbseee · 7 months

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boyfriend!iwaizumi when you’re a famous idol.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: bad english/grammar :p /mention of the kpop industry (in here, dating someone is less taboo than it is in real life) / first work so it’s not that good.

after high school, you left japan for south korea, you always had this dream of becoming a kpop idol. during your time in seijoh, you were already known for being an amazing dancer but also for your angelic voice.

iwaizumi would always brag about you to the volleyball team, oikawa would tease him about you leaving him for a famous korean actor, after you became famous. to which, iwaizumi would respond with a kick in his friend’s back. truth be told, he was actually very scared of what the future had in store for you two after high school. he didn’t know if long distance would work for you, or if you even wanted it in the first place.

during your last school day, iwaizumi walked you back home, like he always did, but he seemed out of it and almost, sad? you asked him what was wrong and he told you that if you wanted to break up with him to focus on your dreams, he’d respect your decision and always support you. he couldn’t even look at you, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. his words surprised you and broke your heart because you never knew that iwaizumi could be so dumb to think that you’d break up with him like that. "no matter the distance, it will never make me forget about how much i love you, hajime."

so you left for south korea and he left for america to study. you two called each other everyday, when you two were too busy, you’d try to call at least twice a week. iwaizumi was busy with school and finals took all his time while your trainee program took up yours. but somehow you two made it work. a few years later, you debuted as a soloist and sold millions with your first album whilst iwaizumi came back to japan after graduating, and became an athletic trainer for japan national volleyball team. you couldn’t be prouder of him, and you were his pride. he streamed all your songs, putting them on speaker while the boys would practice, he brought all your albums and watched the variety shows you were featured in. he was basically the president of your fanclub. and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

you two always made sure to go together on vacation in a foreign country, where kpop wasn’t really the thing. the distance actually strengthened your relationship since being apart of each other for so long, made the reunion better. you knew iwaizumi was it for you, and he was also your muse for your music. your fans often joked about how inspired and how deep your love songs were. it made you laugh to read all their theories about you being married to a farmer. if only they knew…

iwaizumi never minded being your secret boyfriend, he actually liked it that way. he didn’t know if he could bare being in the public eye every time. knowing that you were south korea’s sweetheart, being your public boyfriend would mean saying goodbye to his peaceful life, and iwaizumi wasn’t ready for that. well, he wasn’t ready yet. one day, he woke up to his phone being blown up by messages, actually tons of messages, from the groupchat he shared with the japan national team. he even had missed calls from oikawa, and all his close friends.

shoyo: IWAIZUMI-SENPAIIIIII

SID YOU SEE HHE NEWS???

kageyama: learn how to spell, idiot.

ushijima: blowing up his phone isn’t the best way to announce something like that.

bokuto: HAJI-SAN IT’S TERRIBLE ARE YOU OKAY??

atsumu: JUST SHUT UP

let the man wake up peacefully damn

shoyo: IT WAS TO BE A FAKE NEWS RIGHT??

bokuto: YEAH L/N-SAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT

iwaizumi: what the fuck?

ushijima: you should check twitter, hajime.

iwaizumi had frowned, but went on twitter, an app you forced him to subscribe to. apparently it was the genz’s newspaper. to his surprise, your face was all over his feed, it wasn’t surprising because he liked everything about you, followed dozens of fan account and basically became a fan account himself. but what surprised him was seeing those big account talking about your "relationship" with a famous korean actor.

"l/n y/n, the famous soloist who stole everyone’s heart with her heartfelt songs and beautiful looks, is dating a/l a/n!"

his eyes widened as he typed your name to call you immediately. his heart was beating so fast as he didn’t know how to feel about this. of course it was fake news, right? he knew you’d never cheat on him, you loved each other and iwaizumi couldn’t see his life without you in it. he quickly became aware of how much he loved you and how important you were in his life. without you, iwaizumi would be nothing but an empty shell. "hajime? thank god, i tried to call you!" your voice made him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. "you saw, right?" your voice was small and for a second he thought that maybe you called him to announce your new relationship with this dumbass actor. "yeah, it’s not that fun to wakeup to your friends blowing up your phone and news outlets talking about your girlfriend’s relationship with that fucker." he rubbed his face with his free hand. "these idiots took pictures of us while we were in cabo and thought it was a/n. apparently you two look alike." he heard you chuckle which made him feel warm inside. he hated the fact that he doubted you for a second. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head, a crazy one but still. "you have an award show in a week right?" he asked you, a smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, why?"

well, iwaizumi’s idea was indeed crazy but you didn’t care, you were down for it. and as your name got called in the category, "best female artist", iwaizumi was next to you, he stood up before you could even understand what was going on, and he kissed you. showing to the world, that you were his as much as he was yours. it was a crazy way to launch your relationship to the world, but you didn’t care, because as long as you were together, nothing could happen.

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teamfreewilllover · 5 months

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Ghost Files Live Update:

The first ever Live Too Many Spirits was great, the audience chanted for Ryan to chug his beer…he managed a sip😂

The tried the Estes method live on stage and the ghost was definitely English, he said thank you when Ryan called him a p*ick

We saw a sneak peek of new season where they have given Ryan and Shane heart monitors which was really cool to see

There was some pretty good evidence in the new episode too, but everyone was laughing too much to tell!

The Q&A was really good but no one brought up the stream app and controversy

Ryan and Shane seemed really nervous at first but I think once they saw the vibe of the audience was good they relaxed

The audience called out a lot which was hilarious, I don’t think they were expecting such an active audience

Overall, it was a great show! And they played Bring Me to Life as the outro song!

#ghost files tour #watcher #ryan bergara #shane madej #watcher entertainment

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kaciebello · 6 months

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This could have not been an email

Masterlist Badger express ★ Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! reader (fem) Summary: Draco is a pure-blood activist, no way he will be seen with a muddle device. Warnings: no use of y/n, Authors note: Sorry it took so long. My chameleon died on Monday and I simply did not have the mood to finish it! But here it is now! This is a sequel series to the whole delivery one. This one is gonna focus on the boys separately! hope you enjoy it! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) word count: 1.1k Song: Given-Taken - ENHYPEN

Draco refused to use any muggle device there was. It simply was not his brand. Nobody could see him with the digital brick in his hand. That’s why he was hiding in the catacombs in Dungen. Only a few people came this way, and if they did, they certainly did not look into his little corner. The little box had so much entertainment that he could stare at it for hours.

He had mastered how to make it look unsuspicious. He hides it behind a book and turns the brightness down. He may or may not have bullied a Ravenclaw kid into connecting him to the ‘ internet ‘. He made sure nobody could see him with it. He would rather be executed.

Sadly, luck was not in his favor when he did not notice the Hufflepuff girl with a yellow bow in her hair standing in front of him, her head above watching the digital box. He was watching some videos on this clock app, scrolling too fast for her liking.

“Wait no, scroll back. I didn't have time to read all that.” Draco jumped and let out a girly scream. Clutching the phone and knees to his chest. The book that was hiding falls to the ground making a loud thud. The girl was startled by his actions and straightened herself but managed to keep in place. His eyes were wide, it almost looked like they would pop out of his head.

“What are you doing here?” He squealed his voice a few octaves higher than usual. She just raised an eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing here? I saw you giggling at a book, so I figured why not stalk you for a moment, when you didn't turn the page in minutes and kept giggling I figured you're either reading something spicy or doing something else. Considering you're holding a herbology copy, the spicy part went out the window quickly.

“I did not giggle.”

“Uhuh, and I'm not wearing a yellow bow in my hair.” She says and places her hand on her hips looking like a mother scolding a child. Draco let out a sigh, knowing there was no way he was arguing with the Hufflepuff. She sits down next to him and places the fallen book on her lap.

“So, care to explain why you have a phone?” She said and pointed to the digital box in his hand. Draco panics. Nobody can know he has this. Not even she. He tries to hide it, and he does, but the Hufflepuff is faster and snatches it out of his hand. He let out a whine.

“Give it back!” He says and attacks her. He knocks them off and makes them roll on the floor for a bit. She ends up underneath him. While she was shocked Draco made sure to grab his phone from her and place it in his back pocket. And in what felt like a few seconds he trapped her arms above her head with his.

“This is a very compromising position, Mr. Malfoy.” She says, her voice quiet. Draco smirked at her. He liked having control. He leaned over her, his necklace dangling in her face. He didn't say anything, just studying her face. His free hand travels from her face to her body, and then back to her face stopping by her lips.

He leaned even closer, now she could feel his breath on her face. He was still smirking. Almost like testing is she would move, even when he knew she couldn't.

The girls' eyes widen. She was about to say something when suddenly a phone rang. Draco sat up startled and hurriedly turned the noise off. He did not want any attending on them, and digital rining was going to bring that. He let out a sigh of relive sitting on the girl's lap. She lifts herself on her elbows and looks at him.

“No will you tell me why-”

“Shut up.”

“What did you just say to me?” She raises her eyebrow.

“NOT in a rude way. Shut up in a gentle way, like shut up darling.” He placed his finger on her lips in a shushing motion before she swatted it away. After that, she manages to push him off of her and sit up properly.

Draco just lay there, staring at the ceiling, in a position the girl could only describe as a starfish. Silence has fallen upon them. He knew the girl was looking at him. He couldn't meet her eyes.

How can he, Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin royalty, pure-blood activist, have a muddle device? There is not enough explanation or excuse for him to have this. He's trying to wait it out. The few of the Hufflepuffs he knows have short memory. Granted the only other Hufflepuff he knows is Cedric, and he never talked to Cedric, so his theory could be wrong.

Opening one eye to see the girl still looking at him. He sighs and gets up slowly. Brushing off the dust that accumulated on his close from all the rolling around. The girl kept watching him like a cat. He made her way over to her and without a word he helped her up. He started to dust her off too from bottom to the top and the girl still did not let out a single word.

When he was finished he placed his arms on her shoulders. Looking into her eyes, an idea popped into his mind.

“Do you want a phone?” He asks and does not wait for an answer. He swiftly picks up a book that is on the floor and tears out a page. He quickly writes down his request and folds it. Fishing a few galleons from his bag and then slamming both into the girl's palm. She just stares at him confused, but she's not gonna fight him for giving her business. So rather than saying anything, she just drugs and puts it in her pocket.

Draco nods his head and takes a step back. He hoped for her to leave, but she did not budge. He did not know what to do.

“Wanna look at pictures in my gallery?”

“Sure.” She shrugs and they both sit down again. They sat so close that their shoulders and thighs were brushing. Draco smiled, taking out his phone to show her his art.

—

“So lately I've been into self-portraits.”

“Draco, that's just a picture of your dick.”

“You don't understand art!”

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landorris · 7 months

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yes, and? | carlos sainz x fem! leclerc reader

part three to this

fc; sophia birlem

warnings; english is not my first language, 10 years of age gap (20 to 29/30)

taglist; @thef1diary @bigsimperika @shobaes @d3kstar @stinkyjax @the-untamed-soul @bibissparkles @judespoision

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your phone

shouldn’t have****

yourusername

liked by pierregasly, carlossainz55 and others

yourusername: seeing you tonight, is a bad idea right?

user1: who are you seeing?

user2: mother listening to olivia rodrigo

danielricciardo: seeing who?

yourusername: it’s a song daniel

danielricciardo: 🤨

user3: daniel is just like us fr

pierregasly: you’re so 🥵🔥

user4: pierre in the comments 💀

user5: carlos is back in the likes i see

your phone

two days later…

7 days later…

yourusername

liked by pierregasly, danielricciardo and others

yourusername: and i told my friend i was asleep but i never said where

user1: in whose sheets

user2: is this….carlos?

danielricciardo: so you’re a liar

yourusername: im not😇

user3: she’s insane for this

user4: who is he?

user5: my gf got bagged

charles_leclerc: who is he and why were you wearing that?

arthur_leclerc: i don’t think she was wearing that

lorenzotl: let her live

yourusername: thank you lo❤️

user6: this is so cute and funny

yourusername

liked by mattsturniolo, danielricciardo and others

yourusername: oh i love triplets

user1: OMG THEY’RE FRIENDS?

user2: the second pic i’m speechless

matthew.sturniolo: can’t wait to see you again

christophersturniolo: NICK LOOK AT MATT FLIRTING

nicolassturniolo: SHUT UP CHRIS LET HIM SHOW HIS RIZZ

yourusername: guys😭

user3: her and matt would make such a perfect couple

your phone

carlossainz55

liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and others

carlossainz55: been training a lot, especially cardio 😜

user1: omg

landonorris: there are kids on this app you muppet

user2: you’re kids

carlossainz55: real

user3: guys this is not rebecca

user4: did he cheat?

user5: who is this

charles_leclerc: we can see that mate😂

yourusername

liked by pascale.leclerc.355, lorenzotl and others

yourusername: maison de maman avec lorenzo❤️[pretend that’s pascale and lorenzo pls]

lorenzotl: i missed you little one

yourusername: missed you too lo

user1: she left the states before de gp?

user2: she is in monaco and she is stunning

danielricciardo: you should’ve stayed

charles_leclerc: maman❤️

user3: not him ignoring lorenzo pls😭

#formula 1 #f1 #moodboard #cars #grand prix #aesthetic #ferrari #red #carlos sainz smau #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz #sainz #f1 smau #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic

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kissmetwicekissmedeadly · 1 month

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MIDNIGHT CINDERELLA MEMORIAL POST

The Midnight Cinderella app will be closed on Monday August 26th, 2024 (5 PM JST). The English version was actively updated from 2014 to 2021 when Cybird announced the ceasing of operations for MidCin, but the app remained accessible until today. I'm sure I'm not the only one who mourns the loss of it even after all these years of discontinuation, so I wanted to put together a post to properly say goodbye to it. Trying my best not to make it all too sappy - I'd rather look at it as a show that reached its final episode. Some things might be left unresolved but in the end, you remember the cast and the emotions they made you feel more than the actual plot. Nowadays there arguably may be better titles by Cybird out there, but for me, the simplicity of MidCin was what made the details so memorable.

1. VIDEO - POV: You're playing Midnight Cinderella (for 10 minutes)

The 10-minute version (without sound) is accessible via the link above (opens in Google Docs) This one I was really excited about recording! It's just your normal day playing midcin, I'm sure many will find it nostalgic and comforting. You log in, claim your daily bonus (I used the chance to do a present box reveal, 90+ items, many of which you might recognize from route grace checks), play the garden gacha (in my case, I used up all the points I had accumulated, 7800 which equals 39 solos), do your princess lessons, change your avatar, greet your friends, read 1/5 of today's free story parts, check the ranking and your stats, look at your memories directory. The video has no sound, as the game wouldn't let me turn it on (you will see me try to do so throughout the video...) but later on I got it to work so I recorded a one-minute video (the one imported above) of me replenishing stamina just for those iconic sound effects that you either loved or absolutely couldn't stand the volume of, haha.

2. A Midnight Cinderella playlist (spotify link)

While I wasn't there for the early days of midcin, the songs I associated with the game almost always captured this very specifically nostalgic 90s-10s period, you'll see what I mean. Many of those are taken from 8track playlists dedicated to Midnight Cinderella, and if I'm not mistaken you can still look at what is left of them if you search them up. Others are just my very random interpretations of the route stories and the characters.

3. Fic recommendations

We have a lovely community of creatives and there are still so many works left behind which you can check out on the tags! But especially for fics I wanted to list some that truly touched me during the years (all links open in ao3) -

i'm on fire and its NSFW bonus scene bloodstream by a deleted user - words are not enough for this one. It's like it meant more than Nico's whole route for me at one point, and the songs are forever in my heart as Nico songs...

MidCin Works by DBMidCin (SoftSen) - ALL of these. This is my go-to collection of writings for midcin when I start to miss the game, it has a little bit of everything. The headcanon of Giles teaching his girls French for instance is one of the things I still remember reading like it was yesterday!

Bedroom Etiquette (NSFW) by RubyLeeRay - Because this is the dream. Doing something forbidden with your tutor Giles is the ultimate fantasy, I swear. I just love it.

And of course, many, many more. There are currently 166 works on the midcin tag in Ao3, and I'm sure there are a lot of hidden gems here on tumblr as well! Reminder that writers LOVE it when you interact with their old works, it's not weird, you shouldn't hesitate doing so if you find yourself enjoying any of them! <3

4. My own humble collection of MidCin writings on my writing blog @xxsycamore!

Maid, Butler, Chamberlain (NSFW) - Nico x MC with Giles joining them

Grabbles: 💋 Demand for a kiss, right here, right now (GILES); 👔 Stealing their clothes to cuddle when you miss them (BYRON); more coming soon as there are still some in my askbox and I plan on including midcin in future short writings request openings too.

Shared Moments (NSFW) - Nico x Reader - Secret relationship

Ice-cold heat (NSFW) - Byron x Reader - Temperature play

Double the Surprise - Alyn and Leo birthday fic

Leo Crawford having a misadventure with a cat (ao3 link) - crack fic featuring most of the suitors

5. Out of context Midnight Cinderella screenshots

This is a sideblog of mine dedicated to posting out-of-context funny screenshots that I took while playing the routes - @oocmidcin . If you have some of your own that are not on there, you're free to submit them and add to the archive!

6. The perfect MidCin song - The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

When I first discovered this song back in 2020 I dreamed of making it into a midcin music video with simplistic art and animations... It ended up being just something you daydream in detail about while in the car, but that's alright. I could at least share my vision with you! Disclaimer, this is just an interpretation and obviously it can't fit all characters ideally - In the brackets, I explain how the lyric is related to them and usually it reveals their backstories. Some of the details I've already forgotten, sorry if it's inaccurate.)

Tell me once again

I could have been anyone, anyone else

Before you made the choice for me

(Giles - his family making the choice for him since birth and later disowning him once he failed to become a knight due to his illness)

My feet knew the path

We walked in the dark, in the dark

I never gave a single thought to where it might lead

(Nico - wandering the streets with his mother once they were thrown out of Stein castle because she was a commoner having an affair with Byron's father, the King)

All those empty rooms

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else

Instead I made a bed with apathy

(Robert - the empty rooms of the once flourishing palace of the country that Robert ruled and led to demise, nowadays becoming a mere court painter)

My heart knew the weight

Ten years' worth of dust and neglect

We made our peace with weariness and let it be

(Leo - the years in which Alyn didn't speak to him, after the death of their parents)

The moon will sing a song for me

I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made

With no light of my own

(Albert - loyally standing in king Byron's shadow)

Name your courage now

We could have had anything, anything else

Instead you hoarded all that's left of me

(Sid - his relationship with his fiance that he agreed upon just to find out more about his parents by getting close to her father)

Swallowing your doubt

Like swords to the pit of my belly

I want to feel the fire that you kept from me

(Alyn - searching for answers about the murder of his family and the fire that burnt down their home)

I shine only with the light you gave me

(I could have been anyone, anyone)

(Louis - being a nobody and MC being his sun)

7. It goes on

I went to read what I could of chapter 4 of Rayvis' route, using my last two chapter tickets as well, thinking it won't make me cry. And then I'm hit with those familiar things.

So let's close this with a word about the things that never change in the universe of Midnight Cinderella.

Stumbling down the grand staircase and right into the arms of somebody. Escaping the palace at midnight with Nico's help. Sitting at breakfast with Giles giving you your schedule for the day. Nico's teasing little smile as he accompanies you everywhere and listens to your relationship troubles. The way he's just a little suspicious at times. Finding Robert painting in the garden of Wysteria palace. Going to the room of your chosen suitor for the first time and meeting a pet there. Leo teaching you history and politics in his office. Dance lessons with Louis. Needing those dance lessons because King Byron is coming to Wysteria and a ball is going to take place. The bureaucrats being unhappy with you as a princess elect, no matter what. Galloping on a horse with Alyn who just protected you from an enemy attack. Getting information from a certain flirty merchant at a bar. Albert bickering with Nico, Sid teasing Louis. Being introduced to Archduke Herneit at Stein castle. King Byron appreciating the night sky. The sight of your yellow and orange princess elect room where on the large bed with its blue bedframe and tall see-through canopy you lie awake and think about the events of the day and how would a wise future Queen of Wysteria deal with the current situation. But ultimately you fall asleep, hearing the melancholically beautiful sounds of a violin coming from somewhere deep within your dream, and leave it all to the following day.

Thank you for everything, Midnight Cinderella!

08/26/2024

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