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On not idolising creative people

In the wake of the various recent allegations involving Neil Gaiman, people have been both very sad that someone who they looked up to as an inspiration has, allegedly, turned out to be something less than entirely admirable, and are now looking to see who is now left that they can rotate into the spot of “the good dude,” i.e., that one successful creative guy who they think or at least hope isn’t hiding a cellar full of awful actions. One name I see brought up is mine, in ways ranging from “Well, at least we still have Scalzi,” to “Oh, God, please don’t let Scalzi be a fucking creep too.” Which, uhhhh, yeah? Thanks?

I have many thoughts about this and I’m going to try to make sense of them here, as much for myself as anyone else, so this may be messy and discursive and long (seriously, 3600 words, y’all), but, well, welcome to me. So, ordered by how these things come out of my head:

1. Stop Idolizing Creative People. Creative people are easy to idolize because they create the art you love, and that gives you permission to feel things, and to see yourself and your desires reflected in that art. That is a powerful thing, and from the outside, it can feel like magic, and that the people who do it are tapped into something otherworldly and admirable. Plus, they often get to have cool lives and get to know other cool creative people. They do things that are removed from the day-to-day aspect of a “normal” life, and they’ll even post about them on social media where you can see them. Sometimes, independent of their art directly, they’ll speak about their life, or life in general, and they’ll seem wise and considered and kind. I mean, what’s not to like?

But please consider that this is all an extremely mediated experience of this person. The art is the edited and massaged result of hours and days and weeks and months of work, into which the work of many others is also added. My novels originate from me, but it’s not just me in there, nor is the final form of the novel an accurate statement of who I am as a person, not least of all for the simple reason that I am not trying to tell my story in my novels. I’m creating fictional characters, and the world in which they make sense, for the purpose of the story.

Despite how it might look from the outside, this is not sorcery. It’s years of experience at a craft. It’s not magic, just work. A completed novel (or any other piece of art) won’t tell you much about the specific, day-to-day life and inclinations of the individual who made it, other than a general nod toward their competence, and the competence of their collaborators. Likewise what you see of their lives, even from the illusorily close vantage of social media, is deeply mediated. Lives always look admirable at a distance, when you can only see the lofty peaks and not the rubble at the base — especially when your attention by design is pointed at those lofty peaks. There’s much you don’t see and that you’re not meant to see. The vast majority of what you’re not meant to see isn’t nefarious. It’s just not your business.

Now, before I was a professional creative person, I was an entertainment journalist who spent years interviewing writers, directors, movie stars, musicians, authors and other creative folks. Since I’ve been on the other side of the rope, I’ve likewise met a huge range of creative people from all walks of life. Please believe me when I assure you that creative people are just people. Richer and/or more famous? Sometimes (less often than you might think, though). Prettier and/or more charismatic? Especially if they’re actors or pop stars, often yes! But at the end of the day they are just folks, and they run the whole range of how people are. By and large, the day-to-day experience of getting through their life is the same as yours. Outside of their own specific field of work, they don’t know any more about life, have no more facility for dealing with the world, and have just as few clues about what’s going on in their own head, as anyone else.

They’re just people. Whose work is making the stuff you like! And that’s great, but that’s not a substantive basis for idolizing them. It makes no more sense to idolize them than to idolize a baker who makes cookies you like, or the guy who comes and trims your hedges the way you want them to be trimmed, or the plumber who fixes your clogged drain. You can appreciate what they do, and even admire they skill they have. But holding them up as a life model might be a bit much. Which is the point! If you’re not willing to idolize a plumber, then you shouldn’t idolize a creative person.

(“But a plumber doesn’t make me feel like a creative person does,” you say, to which I say, are you sure about that? Because I will tell you what, when my sump pump stopped working and the plumber got in there, replaced the pump and started draining out my basement which had an inch of standing water in it, that man was the focus of all my emotions and was my goddamned hero that day. My plumber that day did more for me than easily 90% of the great art I’ve ever experienced.)

Enjoy the art creative people do. Enjoy the experience of them in the mediated version of them you get online and elsewhere, if such is your joy. But remember that the art is from the artist, not the artist themselves, and the version of their life you see is usually just the version they choose to show. There is so much you don’t see, and so much you’re not meant to see. At the end of the day, you don’t have all the information about who they are that you would need to make them your idol, or someone you might choose to, in some significant way, pattern some fraction of your life on. And anyway creative people aren’t any better at life than anyone else.

Which brings up the next point:

2. Fuck idols anyway! People are complicated and contradictory and you don’t know everything about them! You don’t know everything even about your parents or siblings or best friends or your partner! People are hypocrites and liars and fail to live up to their own standards for themselves, much less yours! Your version of them in your head will always be different than the version that actually exists in the world! Because you’re not them! Stop pretending people won’t be fuck ups! They will! Always!

This sounds more pessimistic about humans than perhaps it should be. When I say, for example, that people are hypocrites and liars, I don’t mean that people take every single opportunity to be hypocrites and liars. Most people are decent in the moment. But none of us — not one! — has always lived up to our own standard of behavior, and all of us have had the moment where, when confronted with a situation that would become an immense pain in the ass if we stuck to our guns, or demanded the inconvenient truth, decided to just bail instead, because the situation wasn’t worth the drama, or we had somewhere else to be, or whatever. We all choose battles and we all make the call in the moment, and sometimes the call is, fuck this, I’m out.

Every person you’ve ever admired has fucked up, sometimes really badly. Everyone you’ve ever looked up to has secrets, and it’s possible some of those secrets would materially change how you think about them, not always for the better. Everyone you’ve ever known has things about them you don’t know, many of which aren’t even secrets, they’re just things you don’t engage with in your day-to-day experience of them. Nevertheless it’s possible if you were aware of them, it would change how you feel about them, for better or for worse. And now let’s flip that around! You have things about you that even your best friends don’t know, and might be surprised to learn! You have secrets you don’t wish to share with the class! You have fucked up, and lied, and have been a hypocrite too!

You are, in short, a human, as is everyone you know and every one you will know (pets and gregarious wild animals excepted). And all humans are, charitably, a mess. This doesn’t mean there aren’t good people or even exemplary people out there, since there are, along with the ones that are, charitably, a real shit show. What I am saying is that even the good or exemplary people out there are a mess, have been morally compromised at some point in their lives, and have not lived up to their own standards for themselves, independent of anyone else’s standard for them.

One of the aspects of being an “idol,” I think, is that higher standard that other people expect of you — that in every situation where the aspect they idolize you for is in play, you will act in a manner that is right and correct by their standard, which of course you will likely not know about because you don’t actually know them (or often know that they exist). This is, by definition, an impossible standard to be held to — you didn’t agree to it, or to engage with it — and an impossible standard to hold other people to without their direct consultation. Every human made to be an idol is destined to fail at the job. You don’t even have to have feet of clay! You just didn’t know you were on a pedestal to begin with.

(This does not excuse shitty action. The fact people should not be idols in the first place is not exculpatory for the choices one makes on one’s own. If you’re sexually assaulting people, or being a racist or sexist or homophobe or other flavor of bigot, or using your situational power coercively (as just a few examples), then hell yes you are going to be called out on it. And to be clear, it is not unreasonable, to put it mildly, to expect people not to sexually assault other people, or not to denigrate other humans for being who they are, etc. But this only adds to the point about idols, now, doesn’t it. You don’t know what you don’t see, and you don’t know what you’re not seeing, until it is hauled out into the light one way or the other. If it is hauled out into the light at all.)

I don’t think anyone should idolize anyone, ever. It’s not great for them, and it’s not great for you, they probably didn’t ask to be idolized (and if they did, holy shit, fucking run), and in the end unless you’re so completely wrapped up in their lives that they have no secrets from you — which is never — you don’t know enough to make that call. People do it anyway, and then disappointment happens, but they shouldn’t have done it in the first place. Stop idolizing people. It’s not fair for anyone.

What to do instead? Enjoy their work, if they’re a creative person. Appreciate the kind and good aspects of their life that you can see, and the decent actions they undertake in public, with the knowledge that what you see of them is a mediated and elided version. Understand that we all have a different version of ourself for every person we meet, and that every person we meet has a different vision of ourselves in their head, and very often, those two versions are not the same. Like them, based on what you know of them! Love them, if it comes to that. And when and if you learn something new about them that you didn’t know before, let empathy guide you to a new understanding of them and what they mean to you.

And now, taking all of the above into consideration:

3. Absolutely 100% do not idolize me. I don’t deserve to be idolized because no one deserves to be idolized, but also, holy fuck, I do know me and I’m a mess. There have been lots of things in my life that I’ve done that have not been admirable or kind. I can be petty and shitty and competitive and cruel. I am lazy and inattentive and when I let things slide (which is often), I end up jammed up on my responsibilities, which makes me irritable and no fun to be around. I have a temper which goes from zero to sixty almost instantaneously; if I’m not actively paying attention to it, I can become a sudden, unreasonable rage monster, which is a burden to people I love, and I hate that fact about myself (pro tip: don’t travel with me, the rage monster comes out a lot then).

I can be controlling and demanding but I want other people to handle the details, i.e., executive asshole. I am strategic in a way that can be bloodless. When I’m insecure I brag a lot, which is unflattering. If you cross me, I won’t go out of my way to make your life miserable (that would require effort on my part), but I will absolutely enjoy when you take a literal or metaphorical tumble down the stairs. God knows I’ve enjoyed the failures of the people who have spoken ill of me, almost as much as I’ve enjoyed the fuming, spittling rage they’ve felt when I’ve succeeded. I spent years cultivating a snarky persona online and while that was fun (for me), I’m increasingly aware that when the tally is added up for Who Ruined the Internet, I’m not necessarily going to be where I want to be on that particular ledger.

And these are only the bad qualities of mine I wish to admit to you at the moment. There are others, I assure you.

So, yes: Who wants to idolize me now?

“But you seemed so nice when I chatted with you online/met you at the convention/saw you at that one place that one time.” Well, thank you, I’ve been in the public eye in one manner or another for three and a half decades now and I understand my assignment; my public persona is friendly and engaging and sociable and mostly fun to be with. It’s not a fake version of me — I am all those things! Honest! — but, again, it’s a mediated version of me designed not only to be a positive experience for the people who meet me but also to get my actually introverted ass through a whole day of events at a convention/festival/book tour/whatever. When I’m done I collapse into an introverted hole. When I came back from Worldcon this week, I slept for 15 hours the first day I was home. It wasn’t just because of jet lag or con crud.

I rather famously call my public face “performance monkey mode,” and likewise what I say about my (current) online mode is that I’m cosplaying as a better version of myself, one that is kinder than I used to be online, and more patient than I am in the real world. If you meet me when I am “off” then you will find that, again, these versions of me are me, just with some things dialed up and other things dialed down. But even that is still a different version of me than, say, the version of me which is at home (which is in fact extremely boring; that version of me doesn’t talk much and mostly stays in my office).

Many of you who have followed me over the years are familiar with me saying things like this, of course, and are likewise familiar with me pointing out that there are a number of things about my life that I don’t mention in public, for whatever reasons I choose. But it’s also true that I’ve been actively online for 30+ years now, and people feel reasonably confident that they have a good bead on me and that there’s not much about me that will surprise them or change their understanding of me. So to bring home the point there are indeed things you don’t know, allow me to surface just one previously unaired fun fact:

I have a concealed carry license.

(Or did; it expired this year and I didn’t renew it, because Ohio changed its laws so that you no longer need a permit to conceal carry in the state. These days in Ohio you can just wander about with a handgun stuffed down your trousers without training or licensing because that’s a real good idea, now, isn’t it. Nevertheless, the license is not necessary anymore so there was not much point in renewing it, although if the law had not changed, I probably would have renewed.)

Why did I have a concealed carry license? Well, ultimately that’s not important. The point is I had one. I didn’t talk about it before because, among other things, the point of a concealed carry license (to me, anyway) is that its existence is not meant to be known by anyone other than that great state of Ohio itself. I am aware, and this is a dramatic understatement, that I am not a person most people would expect to have had such a thing. That the fact I had one will cause a number of people to reconsider what they know about me, for better or for worse. Which is also my point. All y’all have just learned this thing about me! Think about all the other things you don’t know!

Oh, God, this is where Scalzi starts admitting to terrible, terrible things. No. I feel pretty confident I live a tolerably ethical life. Part of the reason for this is that I have what I think is a decent operating principle, which is: If I’m thinking of doing something, and Krissy called me right then and asked “what are you doing?” and I would be tempted to lie to her about it, then I don’t do that thing. Because Krissy is the most important person in my life, and I don’t want to lie to her about what I’m doing (I have lied to her exactly once. She knew instantly. I haven’t bothered lying to her since). This is not replacing Krissy’s ethics with my own; it’s me knowing whether by my own ethics, I would be ashamed to tell to her what I am up to. It works very well. As such, the Krissy Test is an operating principle I highly suggest to others, although I’d suggest replacing Krissy with whomever your life is most important to you.

Be that as it may, my ethics are not universal and some others might not find them sufficient, for whatever reason. I am well aware I still disappoint many people, and that there are people who find my life choices, known positions or public statements (or lack of them, as the case may be) problematic, or who simply wish I would be other than what I am. I can’t help them with this, but again, this is the point. Given the fact that I am a fallible human who has an entire stratum of his life not visible to the world — and the strata of his life that are visible cause significant numbers of people to be irritated and exasperated — is it not better just to not hold me up as an ideal person, or the “good dude,” much less an idol of any sort?

I mean, shit. What Would John Scalzi Do? Solidly half the time, I have no fucking idea. I have to think about it, whatever it is. I have to think about whether I know enough to do or say something about it. I have to decide whether it’s something I want to engage with at all, and whether my engagement with it is something that would be of value to anyone, me included. I have to decide whether engaging with it is worth the shit I will get for it. And then I have to figure out what it means that I am engaging with it, since like it or not I’m a Dude of Reasonable Significance in My Field. I try to be a decent human, when people are looking at me and especially when they are not. But I also know me, and all my flaws and weaknesses and compromises.

What Would John Scalzi Do? The best he can, in the moment. Is that sufficient? For me, yes, most of the time. Is that sufficient for you? That’s up to you.

The point to this all is that people are just a big fucking mess, including the ones you might for whatever reason find admirable. I am no different than anyone else, and you should not be under the illusion that I am anything other than a shambling collection of flaws embedded inside a human form, which also, in its defense, has some pretty excellent qualities as well. We’re all this way! You too!

And while I want you to like my work, and to enjoy the version of me that you see here and elsewhere, don’t put me, or any other person, on a pedestal. Pedestals are wobbly and and don’t give actual humans a lot of room to move. We will inevitably fall off. Keep us with our feet on the ground. That way, when we stumble, there’s a chance we can get back up, and keep going.

— JS

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Folkmore

F1 grid x singer!driver!reader

Face claim Taylor Swift

Warning not proofread, spelling mistakes

Summary after the success of RED y/n still isn’t done with music.

Part 1

A/N I wrote this in the middle of the night in a few hours so it isn’t the best. Also I made a few of the things myself so it isn’t the best. And y’all are getting spoiled with 2 fics on the same day:)

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Yourusername Another great race in Hungary! P2 for the team! A quick break before Spa. I’ll take that time to work on some fun things got y’all😉 Also congrats to Oscar for the win!

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Scuderiaferrari Great job Y/n��

Charles_Leclerc another great race indeed💪

OliviaRodrigo multi talented queen

SabrinaCarpenter One of the first f1 races I have ever seen. I was STRESSING watching it. Great job love!

User1 You can’t just announce that either those covers and then go on like nothing is happening😭😭

User2 P2 LETS GOOO

User3 it’s so funny ti see that after she released the album she suddenly has millions more followers and millions more likes on her post. Proud of you queen

User4 Fun things????

User5 gorgeous

User6 The car is looking great

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Yourusername Another suprise! While I was writing RED about my own experiences I also needed an escape from the real world, so I wrote this album. This is an album full of tales about characters that I made up in my head. Thank you to all the people that helped me write this and helped me make my dream come true. This is also an album that unlike the other one Is filled with poetry (I have always loved that). So I would recommend that if you want the full experience that you hold a dictionary close to you. I hope you will all love this as much as I do. Folklore is out now🩶

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BonIver I had a great time making this with you🩶

Charles_Leclerc another great piece of art

LewisHamilton Your creativity never fails to amaze me

Landonorris just in time, I was beginning ti search for new music

OscarPiastri It’s insane that you know words that I have never heard of and that you aren’t even a native English speaker

User1 WHAT?!? HAHSNUSGENAIHAHH

User2 This is just… I have no words

User3 these song are just…… I am so amazed at how amazing this is

User4 tho sis just the most amazing mix of hard destroying songs and a teenager in love

User5 going from red to this is insane but also so understandable (mostly with some of the songs on red)

User6 just imagine these songs live……

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Yourusername Not the results we hoped for but in the points nonetheless. See you next Singapore.

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User7 you’ll get back up soon

User8 this caption is so sad and then you have the happy Y/n pictures from the folklore photo shoot

User9 perfect human

User10 Ferrari is really disappointing these last few races

User11 I am loving the aesthetic

User12 Why haven’t we heard of a contract extension yet??? What is this Ferrari?? She is on Eid the best drivers on the grid!

User13 Y/N WOTLD DOMINATION!!

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Yourusername Folklore the long pond studio sessions out now on Disney plus. This is a documentary that shows the story behind every wingman’s a live version of all the songs. The songs will also be on Spotify soon! I hope everyone will enjoy it and will enjoy knowing the story’s behind every song🩶

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OliviaRodrigo A masterpiece might I say

SabrinaCarpenter One of the best movie I have ever seen

LewisHamilton Every time I see something you have created it amazes me more and more

Charles_Leclerc You always hit with the things you make Y/n

Landonorris My new favourite movie

User1 A MOVIE?!?!

User2 I have never been happier that I have Disney plus!!

User3 On Spotify too?! And the vocals are just INSANE

User4 the love triangle is my favourite thing ever

User5 Y/n drinking red whine just makes so much sense. I can’t explain it

User6 besides the point but I just love that the drivers are supporting her

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Yourusername Triple surprise! After writing folklore (and red) I just couldn’t stop. So I didn’t. And this is what came from that. The sister album of Folklore; Evermore! This is again an album of tales that I have made up in my head, but there are also a few songs that are very close to my hard. One for example being Marjorie, this song is about my grandmother that has sadly passed away, and the song explains the rest. This album is very close ego my hard. I thank the poeple that have helped me make this and I hope you all like it as much as I do🤎

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LewisHamilton I am once again proven wrong with your amazing writin and story telling

SelenaGomez What a lovely album🤎

Haim it was an honour working with you

Honeymoon I am proud to say that I was a fan before red🤎 amazing job Y/n

Landonorris you killed it (literally)

OscarPiastri Crying in the floor atm

Charles_Leclerc another emotional rollercoaster

MaxVerstappen1 What a piece of art Y/n

User7 I’m claiming right where you left me

User8 ANOTHER ALBUM?!?! I’ve just come by from red and folklore (not that I’m complaining)

User9 my fav sisters; folklore and evermore 🩶🤎

User10 no body, no crime is so unhinged and I love it

User11 all Gina dj stuff but where is the contract extension announcement?!?!

User12 SO PROUD!!

User13 my little indie artist🤎🩶

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Yourusername I am very bittersweet to announce that this will be my last season in Formula 1. While I am very happy that I have gotten this opportunity, and while I still really enjoy it. I think it is time for me to step off. I know I am still considering young(with being 24) but with my other hobby’s and career I have devoted that it would smartest if I focus on my music career. I will finish this season(hopefully with a championship) and then I will retire. I which the best of luck to the team and to Charles and for my replacement for the next year. Thank you all for the support and I love you all❤️

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Lewishamilton it was an amazing time racing against you❤️

Charles_Leclerc it was an honour to be your teammate. I which you the best with your career

Landonorris I had a lot of fun racing alongside you. I which you the best in the future

User1 NOOOOO

User2 OMG?!?! IS THIS EHY FERRARI HADNT ANNOUNCED ANYTHING??

User3 I am sad that she will leave f1 but I am also happy because MORE MUSIC!

User4 wait could this maybe mean… a tour??

User5 I cried while watching this video

User6 We such you the best!

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Yourusername Thank you all so much for all the support these last few years. This was my last race in Formula 1, and it was a win. I am so grateful for all the people that made this dream possible! This will not be the last time you see me, just the last time you see me on the track. Again, thank you all so much for supporting me in this dream. And good luck Ollie, I know your going to do it great in Ferrari❤️

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LewisHamilton Have a great retirement y/n/n

Charles_Leclerc it was an honour racing alongside you

Landonorris we will miss you

OscarPiastri I may not have driver with you for long but I which you all the best with music

Maxverstappen1 Have an amazing time and I which you the best of lunch with the music

User7 We Will miss you Y/n!

User8 I was crying when I watched her the last few laps of the race😢

User9 all the driver congratulating her at the end had me tearing up

User10 Forza Ferrari!!

User11 this is so bittersweet

User12 MY FAVOURITE EX-DRIVER

User13 this what’s such an emotional race

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Yourusername I am delighted to announce my brand new (and first) tour! Y/n Y/l/n | The Eras Tour, a journey through my last 3 eras. International dates will be announced as soon as I can and thank you to all the amazing singers that will go with me on this tour🫶

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Yourusername What an amazing first show! I am shocked at how good you all know the songs! This is the first show of many to come!

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Hcs for James obsessing and babying the reader when she gets the littlest of cuts and bruises? Like he freaks out if he maybe accidentally shuts the door on her finger? Or when she bangs her foot on something?

this has been in my drafts since i was 17. i am now 21. are these even still popular y’all please give me reassurance. i missed it here sm

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- oh my this sweet boy

- he would constantly baby you

- but when you’re hurt? 10x more so

- and if HE was the one that hurt you? he treats you like an actual breakable object

- let’s say you’re reading in the common room one night before james is back from detention

- and he comes in and you’re so entranced in your book that you don’t even notice him

- he was expecting hugs and kisses when he came in

- so of course his ego gets bruised

- and it’s the stupid books fault

- so he grabs your book

- which gets your attention

- and that’s all he ever wants

- of course he’s not going to give you your book back if it makes you pay attention to him (duh)

- he holds it above his head, switches hands, pretends like he threw it, the whole nine yards

- you get a little too close to stealing it back, so he takes off upstairs

- and you take off after him

- but he doesn’t realize how close you are

- in order to buy him some time, he slams the door behind him

- right onto your finger

- you let out the loudest yelp

- because that shit hurted

- and it is easily the saddest thing james has ever heard

- he freezes at first

- he turns around so slowly

- because he still has hopes it wasn’t your voice

- but when he sees you clutching your hand with tears streaming down your face, he’s by your side in .2 seconds

- he hugs you so carefully it would be funny if this 6’ jock hadn’t just slammed your finger in a door

- repeats over and over again how sorry he is and how it was an accident

- forehead kiss after forehead kiss

- picks you up and carries you to the bed

- sets you down on his lap and pulls you close

- with the softest voice he can muster, he ask you “can i see it”

- he looks at it, and if your finger wasn’t throbbing in pain you would think he was the injured one

- he looks so sad

- he brings your hand to his lips and places gentle kisses on your finger

- it stops hurting after a few minutes, but james isn’t having it

- quidditch has him pretty used to getting his finger jammed, so he’s confident in playing doctor

- he carries you around as if you need your finger to walk

- refuses to let you pick anything up

- insists on getting you an ice pack that you do not need

- it melts on his bed and makes for a nice surprise when he lays down that night

- your pain goes away after like 10 minutes—james is sulking for the next 3 business days

- anytime someone asks why your finger is bruised he physically deflates

- because he did it :(

- and he feels so guilty when you just tell them you slammed it in a door

- because he did it :(((( how could he hurt you???

- he needs more comfort than you do honestly

- hold this sweet boy and tell him it’s okay

- and maybe watch your fingers around him

[wonbriiize]

pairing; wonbin x reader

genre; fluff, comfort (in a way)

warnings; none

note; idk what to think about this but i hope y’all will like it anyway !!

all at once

in which you convince your boyfriend wonbin to make bracelets with you and he ends up making one specifically for you…

“i can‘t believe you’re making me do this,” wonbin sighs while he sits down on the floor, next to you.

“oh, don’t act like you don’t love this,” you grin, taking out your beads, and everything else you need to make bracelets, from the bag you brought with you.

“you know what i love?” wonbin smirks, suddenly pulling you closer to him.

“hmm.. no, i don‘t think i do?” you tease him, smirking against his lips.

wonbin plants a kiss on your lips and you fight off every desire to take this any further because wonbin’s roommates are all at home and you don’t want them to just burst into the room out of nowhere.

“let’s get to work,” you let go of wonbin and start collecting out the beads that you want to use for your bracelet.

wonbin does the same, but he’s struggling to find colors that he wants to use. for him, this isn’t just making any bracelet. he wants to make one for you. and it needs to be perfect, because in wonbin’s eyes, you deserve nothing but the best.

you wonder why it’s taking him so long to search out the beads, but your worries get brushed off once shotaro enters the room and sits down on the floor.

“i want to make a bracelet too,” he says, not really asking you for permission to use your beads, but you don’t mind. out of all the roommates wonbin has, shotaro is your favorite.

wonbin doesn’t even notice shotaro coming into the room, he’s too busy thinking about the bracelet that he’s making for you. he‘s putting all his focus into it. wonbin doesn’t even get mad when shotaro makes you laugh so hard that you almost start tearing up (because he is the only one who’s allowed to make you laugh like this), no, he’s too invested in the bracelet. right now, he’s deciding what he should use to make it more special. more meaningful.

“shotaro, your bracelet looks so cool,” you say, admiring his work. even though shotaro just started it, he’s halfway done already.

“yours doesn’t look that bad either,” he grins.

“can you two stop flirting? i‘m trying to concentrate,” wonbin glares at shotaro and you which makes you both laugh.

“hey, look who finally acknowledged my existence,” shotaro throws a bead at wonbin’s head, which just annoys him even more.

“if you keep flirting with my girlfriend, my fist will also acknowledge your existence.”

your heart jumps at the mention of ‘girlfriend’. wonbin and you have been dating for a long time, but everytime he calls you his girlfriend it still feels like the first time. it makes you feel so happy, excited, loved… it makes you feel so many things all at once.

wonbin makes you feel so many things. no matter what he does or say.

“wohooo, how scary,” shotaro grins even more.

he knows wonbin would never actually hurt him, they’re best friends. he just likes to tease him from time to time so he can loosen up.

“if you’re done with your bracelet can you leave?” wonbin points to the door and shotaro rolls his eyes. “no, i‘m not done yet.”

“i think you are,” wonbin raises up his eyebrows.

“i‘m literally not,” shotaro looks confused, not understanding why wonbin is pushing this so much.

“you can finish it up somewhere else.”

“but the beads-”

“god, shotaro, just leave so i can have some privacy with my girlfriend!!”

this conversation between the two of them makes you laugh. seeing wonbin and shotaro bickering with each other is your happiness.

“you could have just asked nicely instead of forcing me,” shotaro pouts, standing up.

now wonbin feels bad.

“dinner is on me,” he says and shotaro starts grinning. “i wasn’t actually sad, i just knew you’d say this if you’d think i am.”

with that, shotaro happily jumps out of the room, leaving wonbin shaking his head with a big smile on his face.

“i hate him.”

“you love him. but not as much as me i hope,” you slip closer to wonbin and wrap your arms around him.

“there‘s no one i love as much as you,” wonbin leans in to kiss you, but he stops right before his lips land on yours. your heart sinks a bit, you were really anticipating the kiss.

“what’s wrong?”

“before i kiss you, i want to give you this,” wonbin pulls out the bracelet that he has been working on the whole time.

“it’s for you.”

your jaw drops a little and you’re shocked at how beautiful the bracelet is. you can tell that wonbin put in a lot of thought while making it because in the middle of the bracelet, he put in a bead which represents an inside joke that the two of you have.

“you didn’t have to do this,” you say, feeling sad because you didn’t make one for wonbin.

he softly grabs after your wrist and puts the bracelet on.

“i wanted to.”

then he looks up to you again, his eyes scanning your lips.

“and now i want to do this.”

seconds later, his lips intertwine with yours. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible.

at this very moment, you don’t care about wonbin’s roommates being at home and the high possibility of them suddenly coming into the room.

no, all you care about is wonbin.. and the beautiful bracelet he made specifically for you.

and once again, wonbin does it ; he makes you feel so many things.. all at once. all indescribable. all beautiful.

[hugs2doie]

HI could u do when theyre clingy?? i love ur texts!

HIHI ANON!!! ofc !! also i didn’t do it in the text format cause it would be quiteeee long, also this is mixed with the dreamies if they want cuddles too? idk 😭 however i hope you like this and AAAAA THABK U SMMM

nct dream when they’re clingy !

pairing: bf!nctdream x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warning: none

𖦹 mark:

mark will give u little signals like hugging u more often that he would in a daily basis, hold ur hand etc and waits for ur reaction. if u are okay with it, he wouldn’t mind being more touchy and clingy. he would be flustered asking u stuff like “can u not leave the bed? i wanna stay with u like this a little longer” (prolly with some stutters too) and you just can’t say no. HOWEVER if you said no (i mean its kinda understandable, what if u were hungry or wanted to use the restroom) he would have a frown on his face and won’t say much about it, though you can still see the sadness in his eyes. but when you come back he will have that goofy (but cute 💔) giggle ☹️☹️ a clingy mark would probably mean a lazy day for the both of you.

𖦹 renjun

renjun would EXTRA nice to you and you’d just be like ???? like, how come he isnt roasting you AT LEAST twice?? you immediately understand why when he comes behind you while you were cooking (if you can cook😭) & wrap your hands around your waist & puts his head on your shoulder/the crook of your neck to ask how your day was. obviously, you’d literally melt from that, like c’mon, who wouldn’t? if you two were watching movies he’s tangle y’all’s legs & if you tried to get up he’d hold you closer and say smth like: “sit down, everything else can wait 🙄😒”.HE’D GET MOODY IF YOU WOULD STILL GET UP 😭😭 to the point where he’d ignore you,, but will get over it quickly cause he’s clingy & needs your attention. when you’d apologize he’d be like “okay fine ugh i’ll forgive you, just don’t do that again 😒”. a clingy renjun would mean that he wants to be the only thing (person) you see and focus at that moment.

𖦹 jeno

jeno would hold your hand quite often. he’d also give you lots of hugs and try to touch you in any way (ofc not sexual) while giving his significant eye smile to you. he would always try to be your side just to be around you. ofc you’d notice and give to him (as you should!!). however if you tried to tease him and pretend not to notice and go on with your day he’d get so sulky and wonders if the physical contact made you uncomfortable ☹️ once you see how he started to stop being clingy towards you, you’d quickly assure him that you’re teasing him and he’d smile & hug you again. if you’d get up and do smth he’d put his head on your shoulder and wait for you to finish also he would pretty much follow you like a puppy wherever you’d go. a clingy jeno would mean a puppy-like jeno (NOT LIKE A KINK THOUGH 😭).

𖦹 haechan

haechan would literally be STUCK like a glue to you. he would literally turn into a bear and not leave you alone for a second. it could go like : “babe i have to go” “no you dont” “you cant be gaslighting me haechan” “im not doing that, wdym?” LIKE HE WOULD NOT LET YOU LEAVEEE 😭 if you still MANAGED to leave, he’d be a whine mess and would keep on telling you to come back. if you wouldn’t be next to him for the next 10 seconds he’d get up and follow you around, like jeno, but he’d CLING into you till you get tired of it and go back to bed (or anywhere) to cuddle with him. HOWEVER HAECHAN MIGHT GIVE U AN ATTITUDE TOOSOMETIMES?? like when you would try to leave he’d probably scoff and tell you to not come back since you “clearly don’t love him” which if you ignored and left the room he would raise his voice so you could still hear and be like “wow the loml doesn’t even love me” or stuff like that 😭 i mean he obviously isn’t being serious, he just wants you to spend time with him esp when he needs it the most. a clingy haechan would mean an actual bear/koala haechan.

𖦹 jaemin

he’d probably give you a lot of kisses on your face while smiling it’d be soooo adorable 💔 he’d be kinda like jeno, following you around, but not like THAT much cause he’d understand if you’re busy and wait for you. i feel like clingy jaemin would be full of aegyo?? like if he would want smth he’d do aegyo in front of you 😭. all the time with you he’d be smiling ngl. i feel like if y’all would cuddle he’d like to put some cheesy romantic movie in the bg OOOR even music,, he’d be whispering you sweet stuff or compliments ugh i’m sick to my stomach 💔 i feel like jaemin would be the same if he’s clingy, but a bit more touchy. a clingy jaemin would mean a lovely dovely boyfriend (he always is but y’all know what i mean!).

𖦹 chenle

I FEEL LIKE CHENLES EGO WOULD MAKE IT HARD FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT HES CLINGY??? like he might not try to cling to you cause he’s afraid you’d tease him about it 😭😭 however he’d tell you to stop working or moving around the house and just chill with him. if you said no, he’d help you so you would finish your work or wtv you’re doing faster. once y’all r done & are chilling at the couch he’d do that cliché thing the men do in movies: he’d pretend to yawn/stretch and put his arm around your shoulder 😭😭 after that you understand what’s going on and just give in to him and give him your full attention. chenle would have a proud smirk on his face CAUSEEE YOU DIDNT TEASE HIMMM 💯 but if you did he’d tell you to go away (jokingly) which you obviously wouldn’t do, instead, you’d try to get closer to him (anddddd he’d be very happy even though he wouldn’t show it). a clingy chenle would mean a big ego chenle.

𖦹 jisung

HE’D BE ADORABLE STOP THIS. okay so jisung would he VERYYYYYY shy to express how clingy he is feeling. this is probably because, 1) he’s afraid you might judge him & 2) he isn’t rlly into physical touch. he would give you signs by patting your head or being around you more often than usual. jisung would be satisfied just by a hug or two, or praising words/compliments. he would have his shy smile on his face, he’d even giggle ugh 💔💔 as i said, jisung isn’t rlly into physical touch however he wouldn’t mind it, so if y’all r cuddling he’d probably put his head on your chest and wrap his arms around you while you guys literally talk about anything, even the silliest things. he likes when he gets attention from you and absolutely loves when you drop anything for him & him only. a clingy jisung would mean a shy jisung.

requests r open !

[naturesapphic]

Hey, I really enjoyed the last fanfic you did for me and I was wondering if you could do another Rhea Ripley x Reader where they're watching Backlash at home, and when JD and Finn come out to help Damien Reader forgets Rhea's hurt and says something like " where's Rhea" and Rhea's like "Im right here"

Cause I keep forgetting she's hurt and thinking she's gonna show up.

Backlash

Rhea ripley x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff

You were sitting on the couch with your girlfriend Rhea ripley watching backlash. Damien was fighting against jey uso and out of no where Finn came running out and tried to get jey but was kicked in the face by him and landed flat on his back. I don’t think Damien even noticed that he tried to help let alone him being out there.

“Bro what the fuck! Damien! Pay attention!” You huffed out and crossed your arms as you payed close attention to the match. Rhea gave you a side eye and smiled at your behavior. The dogs came over, including Bella, and sat on y’all’s laps. Luna went over to Rhea and barry went over to you, whining for your attention.

You grabbed him in your arms and wrapped your arms around his body as you continued to watch the match. Barry seemed content and stopped whining. A few moments after jey had Damian pinned down and jey was about to win when jd appeared and grabbed damiens foot and put it on the rope to disrupt the countdown.

Everyone screamed and your mouth opened in shock and you were getting anxious but relieved that jd came out to help, even though you don’t like him. Then you realized that Rhea isn’t out yet. “Where’s Rhea?” You said not realizing that your girlfriend was right beside you. “Im right here?” She said and gave you a dumbfounded look. You looked at her sheepishly and blushed from embarrassment.

“Please forget that I said that.” You stated and she smirked. “Not a chance doll.” She said and you groaned in annoyance. “You are never gonna let me live this down are you?” You said and she shook her head now. “Im telling everyone and tweeting about it now. It’s too fucking funny.” She laughed and went on her phone tweeting and making Instagram stories about it as you sat on the side and pouted at her.

“You’re mean.” You said as Rhea pointed the camera towards you and laughed playfully. She scooted closer to you and started peppering your face with kisses to make up for her teasing towards you. You started to giggle and your face flushing red at the kisses and attention she was giving you. She stopped recording and put “she’s my dumbass but she’s my dumbass and I fucking love her.” She said on her story and posted it and tagged you in it.

You continued to blush and Rhea kept smirking at you as y’all continued to watch backlash together. A few more moments later and Damien pinned down jey and kept his belt. Everyone cheered including you and Rhea then groaned when everything went to shit between the judgement day. “They definitely need mami back because what is this shit? They are so childish my gosh.” You said and Rhea laughed, wrapping her arms around you.

“Is that right?” She asked and you nodded. “Mami makes the rules.” You said shrugging, knowing that you were right Rhea nodded her head at you. “Do you want to watch some trash reality tv now?” You asked her and she smiled. “Of course.” She stated and you went onto her lap facing her and snuggled into her strong arms. Barry whining for y’all’s attention so you put him beside the both of you and started petting him. Rhea turned something on and placed the remote down to wrap her arms around you, securing you as you laid your head on her shoulder. Even though it’s sad that Rhea had to be on break because of her injury, you are still glad for this opportunity to spend time with your girlfriend.

A/n: I hope this is what you wanted @drsheperd-bartley18 ! And I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed! Remember that my Melanie martinez, Billie eilish and the rest of my characters requests are still open! And remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love yall! :)

[candyk0rn]

Hey, can I request a break up with Nanami, Gojo, and Geto? I'm in a mood for angst :')

⚘Breakup⚘

Woah okay first time I’ve ever written smth like this so I’m excited! Thanks for the ask, have a good day/night!

Warnings: ummm breaking up with someone is sad y’all

Included: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru

G.Satoru:

Fights or arguments don’t really happen with Gojo

Because he doesn’t let them happen

When things get even the slightest bit heated, he avoids them

He erases them with clinginess and jokes, always brushing it off when he should definitely be serious

And this is one of many things that drew your relationship to its inevitable end

Not only was it his lack of ability to read the room, but also his dangerous job

With the privilege of being considered the ‘strongest’, that means the strongest enemies are after him as well

You cannot begin to count the amount of times he said he’d leave for a three day mission, only to be gone for an entire week with no further communication

There’s a large risk at hand with being even so much as associated with Gojo

Let alone being his romantic partner

A certain bounty has been placed on your head too, you’re sure.

And that is just dusting against the surface of the cracks that eventually took control of your relationship

And to be honest, he doesn’t take the break up that serious either

Not until you stop returning your calls and haven’t come home for a few hours

Maybe it’ll make him realize, but who knows?

N.Kento:

Nanami is tricker than Gojo.

But in some regards, I believe he’s very similar

For Nanami is perceived, at least, to be a ‘simple’ man

For someone who hates work, who would much rather go on a long vacation,

He takes his occupation extremely seriously

Both his normal income job and his sorcerer work

And sometimes you truly felt he held his job before you, his partner

And sometimes, he would openly admit to taking priority elsewhere than with you

Which, in some cases understandable, still hurts

One time, later in your relationship, he has forgotten your anniversary

Well, he hadn’t forgotten it fully

But he didn’t celebrate in anyway, needing his hours at work

Nor did he intend to celebrate in anyway, even though much earlier to the date you told him you would like to

Unlike Gojo, the breakup is rather smooth

He simply and utterly refuses to leave on a bad note

And he will not only leave in good terms, but he wants to leave respectfully

But he will be in shock for a very long time afterwards

And he doubts the feeling of deep regret will leave anytime soon…

G.Suguru:

I don’t think people really recognize how others are affected when someone begins to spiral

Not only is the person who is going through the hard time hurting and being drained, the person helping is drained too

And unfortunately, this is what happened to yours and Geto’s relationship

Seeing someone you care for so deeply begin this downward trajectory is hard

And you swore to be by his side through it all..

Until he began to do some things you didn’t exactly approve of

Once the count of dead began rising by his hand, you found yourself losing sympathy bit by bit

It’s a hard pill to swallow, it’s a difficult thing to accept

And it’s an even worse thing to end

To hang on to the hope that the old Suguru is simply trapped behind a mask of pain would be futile

It’s either accept unfortunate route his travelled down, or follow in your own beliefs

And even though you once thought you could help him wash his hands clean of blood,

There will always be a spot left unattended

And spots only grow until you no longer see skin

Only red.

He doesn’t actually believe you at first when you bring up leaving him

In fact, he says to your face he doesn’t believe you

Like Gojo, he assumes that after you calm down you’ll be running back to him

But you don’t

And there’s very few times he’s felt regret.

He has done everything in his power to make sure the word isn’t even in his vocabulary

But there’s that sting in his heart and that dizziness in his head

That can only be described as loss.

Thanks for reading!

[angxlofvenus]

Hiii so I wanted to ask if you could write some headcanons about how the brothers would react if MC suddenly turned into a toddler (due to some forbidden book or Solomons cooking or whatever you want) like ,how would they react ,how would they take care of my ?

I hope this request makes sense ! I really like your writing

When You Become A Toddler

Thank you so much for the request! This was so cute to write about, Have a great rest of your day/night! Genre: Fluff Ship: Platonic brothers x reader TW: mentions of hurting Solomon, killing Solomon, Pretty much just threats on Solo's life, minimal cursing, eating Solomon's cooking, Turning into a child, Child reader

You should've known better by now... When Solomon brought you a Tupperware claiming it was Simeon's cooking, You knew it was risky but the food looked good! You only realized how badly you messed up after only one bite...

Lucifer

No. Not another one- He refuses

This man has pretty much raised 6 kids already, and while he may kill Solomon for this, He is the most experienced in helping you

He’s got this whole mom thing down to a T

Will probably just care for you like a normal Toddler

 It does get a teeny strenuous when he eventually needs to get back to work

No mc, you can not help him sign papers with your red Crayola crayon.

Once you’re back to normal, he’s mostly relieved, Though it was nice to reminisce on the good ol’ days when his brothers were still just young Cherubs

Mammon

First thought is, “Oh shit!”

Second thought is, “Lucifer’s gonna kill me!”

He may strangle Solomon right then and there

He is the second oldest so he’s got some experience under his belt

Immediately is picking you up and coddling you

Will totally become the best babysitter ever (aka letting you do pretty much whatever you want)

Wanna go spend Lucifer’s money? Hell yeah! Wanna go to the park? Let’s go!

Once you’re back to normal, He’s gonna deny Caring for you as closely as he did but he secretly enjoyed having someone younger around who actually likes him for a while (Luke…)

Levi

Nope, He can’t do this!!

Yes, He technically has 4 younger brothers, yes he knows how to take care of kids but still-

His room isn’t for kids, All of his precious collectibles!!

Is cursing the sorcerer's name

Y’all will end up watching some kid-friendly anime and playing some of his easier games

Will let you win too

After you’re back to normal, He will let out a sigh of relief, You weren’t a bad kid but, He likes you better grown up and not so destructive

Satan

As he is technically the youngest in age, He won’t be the most experienced

But- This man has read a couple things about kids so he isn’t totally helpless

Will be one of the better caretakers, He will keep you happy and calm throughout the day

He’ll find some more age-appropriate books to read to you 

Afterwards, He is happy you’re back to normal safely but it was nice to act so domestic for a bit, He will being having a ‘talk’ With Solomon :)

Asmo

Well, aren’t you cute!

Would also be a great babysitter in my opinion

Y’all will be having a fashion show, sorry I don’t make the rules

His phone is now full of pictures of just you and him being fashionistas 

Will 100% let you play with all his makeup and nail polish, Yes he’ll let you give him a makeover

No matter how bad the finished product looks, he will shower you in compliments on your skills

After you're back to normal, He’ll laugh about the situation with you and gush about how cute you were!

Beel

Now this guy is a family man so he’s immediately in protective mode

Will protect you with his life

Is maybe the best babysitter out of everyone

Will get everything you need, Blankets, coloring books, toys, You name it- He’s gonna get it for you

Will absolutely cook for you/ share his food if you ask nicely, He could never say no to that face!

Once you turn back, He is a little sad but overall just happy you’re healthy

He won’t let you anywhere near Solomon or his cooking for a while…

Belphie

Get somebody else to do it-

In all seriousness, he isn’t really good with kids

Will probably take you to the park or something so you can get all your energy out while he naps on a bench

Once y’all get back, He’ll give you his phone and just let you go wild while he sleeps

Will be nice enough to let you cuddle with him/ steal his cow pillow

He’ll be so happy when you’re back to normal, Not that you weren’t cute and all but he likes you better when you can care for yourself

He will definitely be out for blood though, Solomon isn’t going to get off that easily

Best babysitter to worst:

Beel Satan Lucifer Mammon  Asmo Levi belphie

[harrywavycurly]

Secret Rendezvous Part 19: Good Idea

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @emma-munson @aol19 @tlclick73 @prestinalove @kailey-firefly @fromasgardandback @therealgothamguardianfr @peaches-roses-sins @hiscrimsonangel @furiousladyking @angelina16torres-blog @sofaritsalrightt @josephquinnsfreckles @starrywhitenight @mrsjellymunson @witchwolflea @jasminelafleur @ohmeg @comeonatmebruh @missmarch-99 @arthurcerverogf @disassociationdive @123iloveyou456 @perplexing-vex

A/N: This takes place the same day as part 18, and the next part is the last one for this series and I’m sad but I know y’all will love it✨

“Jesus I’ve been looking everywhere for you…why are you out here?” “I was hoping to be alone…what do you need Emerson?” “I need you to tell me why you thought asking her to fucking prom was a good idea when the two of you haven’t talked in-” “Chrissy said I needed to show her I didn’t give a fuck about what other people think about us being together so why wouldn’t I ask her to prom? That’s…what…normal couples do isn’t it? Go to dances and shit?” “Uh yeah Eddie key word there is couples…you two aren’t even friends!” “We are now…we talked about it at lunch today…” “Oh…well that’s….that’s good.” “She hasn’t listened to the tape yet…thinks it was fucking Henry who gave it to her.” “Yeah she’s going to figure it out pretty quickly it wasn’t him…assuming you actually sing the songs right? Or did you just-” “Yes I actually sang the songs I’m not going to half ass this shit…I can’t risk fucking it up again…” “So…you love her don’t you?” “What?” “Oh come on man you asked her to prom with a mixtape of songs you covered yourself…you totally fucking love her.” “Okay…and what if I do?” “Uhm…you should tell her.” “I’ll wait and see how she feels after listening to the tape…did you know she was co Captain of the cheerleading squad?” “Yeah…I saw it on her jacket she wears on game days.” “Oh…I guess I never noticed…” “there’s a lot of shit you don’t notice about her…but If you’re serious about wanting to be in a relationship with her and if you’re in love with her you gotta get better at just…being interested in the things she’s into.” “I know…I uh actually watch her perform sometimes at the games I just don’t sit in the stands.” “That’s not creepy at all…” “fuck off…I just…I’m going to try and be there for more things when…or if…she even wants me there…she could really tell me to go fuck myself and I wouldn’t blame her.” “I doubt she’ll tell you that…but I’m glad you’ve finally come to your senses because it was hard watching you fuck this up so badly…” “yeah?” “Yeah it was like watching a car wreck in slow motion…totally brutal.” “Well you could’ve tried to stop it at any point ya know?” “Uh I did try…but you’re so stubborn you just refused my help…but look at you now man…hiding from the girl you’re in love with outside under the bleachers…” “that’s what some people would call progress.” “Exactly….I’ll uh let you have your alone time now but uhm…really don’t let too much time go by before you tell her how you feel okay?” “Yeah I won’t…don’t worry.” “Oh please…you two manage to get into these weird fucking scenarios and all I can do is worry.” “Emerson…get outta here before I kick your ass…” “Right…leaving now…see you later Eddie.”

[taurizzz]

—after breaking up with y/n, bada realises that howl isn’t the one she truly wants.

it was a nasty breakup between you and bada.

there were A LOT of tears from you while bada managed to stay stone cold.

“i don’t want to be with you anymore y/n, i don’t love you.”

you couldn’t believe it, you had just spent a year of your life with bada and you thought things were going absolutely fine. sure you guys had your arguments here and there, but which couple doesn’t????

“please bada,” you begged, “tell me what i did and i can fix it, please.”

“you can’t y/n, i’ve met someone else.”

those words shattered your heart.

she met someone else? bada… cheated on you?

your stomach dropped at the thought, you couldn’t even look the tall girl in the eye as you ran out the room, tears rushing down your cheeks.

it had been a year and half since that fateful night.

you stopped going to dance classes, you blocked bada on everything, you were slowly building yourself back up.

bada immediately noticed your absence in class, sighing to herself, trying to convince herself that she made the right choice.

when things started to get serious with you, it scared bada. she had never felt so strongly for someone before, much less another woman and the thought of the matter scared her. the unknown frightened her, especially in a conservative country such as her own.

howl was the conventional choice.

he could provide with things that you couldn’t, that a relationship with you couldn’t and her parents would actually accept this romance.

it’s not like bada wasn’t interested in howl, she did have a good time with him.

he made her laugh, took care of her, they barely fought, he was never jealous about her growing popularity.

howl was perfect, but he wasn’t you.

you. the chaotic girl from dance class who had a temper and never thought before she spoke.

bada found herself frequently checking instagram to see whether she was still blocked. always coming out a bit disappointed.

until one day, she wasn’t.

and she just had to click on your profile. it was purely for scientific purposes…

the newest post intrigued her the most. it was a picture of you and another girl with the caption “it takes time.”

bada noticed that you looked genuinely happy as she scrolled through your instagram for hours on end. she watched all your highlights, scrolled through your tagged posts, even watched your story.

it was a mirror selfie of you in a dance studio.

bada smiled sadly, she thought she may have been the reason that you quit dance forever but it was bittersweet to see that you were back at it.

it meant you were over her.

as she stared at your face, her eyes began to water.

howl was perfect, but you were everything to her.

she didn’t need a conventional life.

all she wanted was you, but it was too late. you’re over her and now she was the one silently begging for you to come back.

damn…

now that made me sad to write lmao.

but hope y’all enjoyed this lil angsty thing!

lots of love,

j <3

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Desperado (Dom!Mizu x sub!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

Pairing: Mizu x Black!Fem!Plus-Sized!Reader

Synopsis: When you randomly ask Mizu to help train you to become a stronger fighter, she discovers the reason is because you plan on accompanying her on her journey for revenge. She initially refuses, but after a moment of passion turns into a night of confessed feelings and a good bye, Mizu will begin to change her mind about working alone.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Dom!Mizu/sub!Reader; Reader is Black, Female & Plus-Sized; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Angst; Sad Backstory; Accidental Kiss; Crush Confession; Sneaky Sex; Girl on Girl; Cunnilingus; Nipple Sucking; Gentle FDom!Mizu; Strap-On Sex/Sex w/ Toy; Mutual O; Aftercare

Writer’s Note: A humongous thank you to @curiouscutie143 for her continued trust in me as her writer & her patience with me getting this posted. Halloween is a busy fucking time for a writer bro lmaoo 🤣

But I’m so happy to be getting it all done & posted in time for Halloween! I hope y’all enjoy this commission! This is the first time I’m writing something that isn’t anime-based. I don’t watch Blue Eyed Samurai personally, but I hope those who do enjoy this. -Jazz 🥰

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“You up for another round, darling? You know I can do this all day.”

Mizu stands on the other side of the dojo, her sword hanging loosely from her hand. To any other opponent, they would take this as a sign of carelessness and try to attack the samurai in this seemingly open position. But you know Mizu. You’ve worked and trained alongside her for several years now since you met Eiji, your master and mentor.

And you know for a fact that Mizu is a highly gifted swordswoman. She never ever has her guard down, and that is why you have her training you now…despite you wanting to tell her off for being too rough.

You groan from your spot on the floor, your body coated in sweat and tingling from the constant blows you’ve been taking for over an hour now. You stand up and readjust your training clothes–a black knee-length kimono and slides. Mizu’s kimono is a deep emerald that brings out the blue of her eyes. Eyes that she has hated for years.

Once you’re finally on your feet, you grip your sword in your palms and point it at your opponent. “I can do this all day,” you utter, and you can. You know you can. Anything to get this insufferable, cocky woman on the floor. Mizu smirks and takes a bow. You do as well, beginning another round of sword fighting.

As soon as you open your eyes and straighten your back, she is coming at you, her sword drawn. With a gasp of surprise, you bring your sword up to block hers, grunting as your forearms ache with the pressure and effort it takes to keep her at bay. “Rule number one, trainee,” she whispers, her blue eyes filled with mirth. “Never ever close your eyes when you bow. That’s a death sentence.”

With another grunt, you take your foot and shove her away by pushing it against her stomach. Mizu falls back, but catches herself with one hand and easily rebalances herself. You step away from her to recover, gripping your sword. “You did that on purpose,” you accuse. She smiles cockily at you. “Well, of course. It is a battle and I’m your opponent.”

Damn her. “Bitch,” you spit. “I’ll make you pay for that.” You charge at her this time and swipe your sword at her, but she easily dodges it and jumps back away from your attack. “So hostile!” she mockingly gasps. “Didn’t Eiji tell you to stop with that kind of talk?” You swipe at her again just as her sword comes up, the steel clanging against each other.

“Eiji ain’t here,” you pant. “And I’ll stop once I get you on the floor.” You rip your sword away and swipe it at her from the left as you take your foot, aiming for her ankles. She dodges this attack as well, suddenly spinning to your right and out of your line of sight. Before you can twist around to stop her, she elbows you in the side. You fall onto your knees, your sword clattering to the floor. Mizu stands above you, panting slightly and her face rosey from the constant moving. “Rule number two: never bite off more than you can chew.”

This is why you can’t stand her. She is just too good. She’s too fast, practically turning into a blur as she dodges attacks at the speed of light. She’s too strong, her body made of steel despite her small body (which is laced with muscle). She’s too smart, sizing up her opponents and playing them like game pieces. She is truly a skilled swordswoman…and unfortunately, this is what makes her damn attractive to you.

As you lay on the floor, you glare up at her. “What, are those the lessons of Master Mizu?” you spit, panting between each word. You place a hand on your side where Mizu’s elbow collided, feeling like it burns any time you inhale. You attempt to get up, but you feel weak, your limbs wobbly.

Mizu looks down upon you with slight worry, noticing that the time it takes you to get off the floor is getting slimmer. “Listen, V,” she begins, but you jut a hand out to stop her. “Don’t even say it,” you growl, stubbornly getting up onto your knees. “I don’t need to rest. I’m not gonna get any stronger by laying on my ass.”

Mizu sighs, frowning. “We’ve been at this for an hour and you have yet to put a scratch on me,” she states, shaking her head at you. “Not to mention all this week.” And she’s right. Since she started training you at the beginning of this week after you begrudgingly asked her for one-on-one training sessions, you have barely made her fumble or falter.

You glare at her, feeling a twist in your gut. “Are you implying that I can’t beat you?” you hiss. “You think just because Eiji’s got a shine to you, you’re all that?”

You watch as your words register across Mizu’s face, causing her forehead to wrinkle in confusion. “What?” she asks before she dodges your attack. Just barely. You used your words as a distraction from your left foot swiping at her ankles just as your sword aimed at her face.

Mizu stumbles but manages to right herself and blocks your sword with one hand in front of her face. You smile, satisfied.“Ha,” you huff. “Gotcha.” The swordswoman’s confused expression softens and she breaks out into a crooked smile. “Not bad,” she comments. “I’ll give you that one. I guess my training is paying off.”

You roll your eyes as she dusts herself off. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you scoff. “You’re a good fighter, I can admit that, but we’ve all got our predecessors.” You watch as she walks over to the corner of the room where she lowers her sword and picks up two cups of water. She walks back over and hands one for you, silent. You take it, ignoring the flip in your stomach when your fingers brush with hers.

“Thanks,” you quietly say. She nods and takes her respective place on the sidelines. As she gulps down her water, she looks out the window at the twilight sky. The horizon is pink, the sun just a thin line. “It’s almost sundown,” she comments. “Only a day left.”

You silently stare at her, sipping your water. You know what she means even if she doesn’t say it: only a day until she leaves for her trip of revenge. “How’d the Master take it when you told him your plan?” you curiously ask. She turns to you, smirking. “Oh, you know, just the usual ‘be careful’ lecture and ‘don’t let revenge guide you’ BS.” She chuckled wryly to herself and your stomach clenches.

“Why?” she asks, smirking at you in the blue-pink light. “Will you miss me?” You look at everything but her and those damn eyes. “Please,” you scoff, averting her gaze. “It’ll be nice to have the dojo and washroom to myself for once.”

She chuckles, the sound deep and smooth. “So I’m curious,” she begins, taking a towel from the floor and tossing it over her shoulders. “How come you asked me to train you all of a sudden? You always seemed pretty adamant about not wanting to train with me before.”

You knew she would ask you this again, so you’ve already come up with a believable reason. You can’t let her know the real reason you asked. “I told you: the Master holds you up on a pedestal and I figured maybe I could take some tips from you about fighting. Why do you seem so shocked?”

Mizu passively shrugs. “Well, we never exactly saw eye to eye,” she wryly chuckles. “It’s been like that for years now—we’ve always kept to ourselves and only came together when ordered to, but now…it’s different.” And she’s right. You’ve always carried this rivalry and tension between each other since your teen years. She knows something is up by the way she cocks her head at you. “Is that really all it is?” she asks. “You just want to get stronger?”

You simmer, not appreciating her tone. “Why are you saying it like that?” you sharply ask. “Like I have some ulterior motive in asking you to help train me?” The swordswoman’s brows raise in surprise at your switch-up. “I never said that…unless you do.”

Fuck. You just gave yourself away. You look away out into the sky, focusing on the setting sun. “V, it’s just me,” Mizu says, her soft voice squeezing your heart. “I’m going to tell the Master anything you don’t want me to.” Finally, you break and slump in defeat. “You really want to know why?” you sigh. You don’t wait for her to say yes. “I’m planning to go with you to kill the four white men.”

The silence that follows is deafening and seems to stretch on forever. You feel your blood pressure rise as anxiety swells around you. “You’re…what?” Mizu finally asks, squinting at you. She scoffs to herself, flabbergasted. “No. No, you’re not. Why would you want to do that, V?”

“Why do you think?” you shook back. “To get revenge on the men that destroyed my home.” Mizu’s face softens in realization. “Wait…they raided your home as well?” You nod, gripping the cup so hard that you believe it will break. It was so long ago, but the wounds are still fresh. The child that lost their home to a burning husk is still inside of you.

“They didn’t kill my mother, nor my father, but we were forced to leave. I had to give up almost everything that gave me happiness that day. My mother never recovered.” You clutch the cup in your hands harder, wanting to chuck it at the nearest wall. “Now I want to take my happiness back and see those motherfuckers dead…and I want to be the one to do it.”

Mizu doesn’t say anything for a long moment, probably processing everything. You never told her any of this as a way to protect yourself. In this life, you can’t get close to anyone, which is why you’ve ignored your attraction to her for so long. “I’m sorry about all of that,” she soberly says. “But I can’t just let you join me on this quest, V. This is for me and me only. I’ve been planning this for months!”

You finally toss the cup aside, fed up. “So what would change?” you ask, scowling at her from across the room. “I’m not trying to steal your thunder, Mizu! But don’t you think it would make more sense to have more help on your journey?”

She pauses, thinking it over for a moment. Then she sighs, pinching her nose. “I can’t allow it,” she says. “I’m sorry, but you can’t go. I need to do this alone. So this is why you asked me to train you? To be strong enough to fight off those men?” She sounds almost angry at the idea. You give a bark of a laugh, shaking your head. “Mizu, you and I both know that you’re the best fighter. You’re strong, fast, and damn cold. If I’m gonna put their bodies in the ground, I need to learn from the best.”

That wrinkle appears in Mizu’s forehead again as her brows furrow at you. “The best?” she repeats. “Is…that what you think? That I’m the best?” You scoff, wiping at your sweaty brow and avert your gaze, not wanting to see the pity in her eyes. “Don’t play the humble type. You know that you’re the best. Why else would you be here?”

You turn away from her, facing the wall. You feel small. Weak. Both things that Eiji has tirelessly worked to break since you were a teen…and evidently failed at. “Did you hear what you just said, V?” Mizu asks. “If you weren’t an exceptional fighter, why else would you be here with me?”

At her words and the genuine nature of them, you turn around to face her. She has crossed the threshold of the room and is standing a foot away from you now. “I think that you’re amazing, despite our differences, and me not wanting you to come along on this dangerous journey has nothing to do with our rivalry. You’re still my teammate and Eiji’s fellow student.”

She turns away, her fists clenched and stares at the quickly-darkening sky. “If something happened to you on my watch, it would be my fault. I can’t allow that.” Your heart pounds faster at her confession. It feels almost too intimate to hear. But it only does so much to sway you. “So…what now?” you scoff. “You just leave me high and dry with that? I’m just supposed to stay here because you asked me to?”

Mizu turns to you, her eyes narrowed and her mouth in a thin line. “I’m not asking you, V: I’m telling you. You’re not going with me.”

The stubborn side of you wants you to scream. To fuss. To plead your case and argue until your voice is raw. Months of planning and working up the nerve to go with her has brought you here. But instead of all of that, you do something that neither one of you expects: you cry.

It comes too quickly for you to stop it and you find yourself sobbing right in front of your teammate. Mizu’s eyes widen an inch at the sight and then takes a step forward. “V,” she softly says. You back away from her, vigorously shaking your head. “Don’t,” you demand. “Don’t look at me.”

You cover your wet face as your shoulders shake, unable to stop the tears or the pain of your past from pouring over. You suddenly feel Mizu’s soft hand on your shoulder. “V,” she says again. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head again, refusing her kindness. “I’m not good enough,” you sob. “I need to leave here.”

Mizu snatches your hands away from your face, forcing you to look at her. “No, you don’t. You don’t need to leave. You belong here.” You blink at her, staring deep into her eyes that remind you so much of the oceans surrounding faraway islands that you’ve seen in books.

You don’t know how what happens next happens or who leans in first, but suddenly, her lips are on yours. It is a soft, gentle kiss that steals your breath and silences your sobs, filling you with nothing but warmth. It takes away all the bad thoughts and feelings for the few seconds that it happens. Time freezes and nothing else matters but you and her.

But as just quickly as it happens, it ends. Mizu pulls away and looks absolutely horrified. “I’m…sorry,” she says. “Goddammit, why did I do that?” She turns away, covering her mouth in shock. “I need to go.”

Quickly, she moves to gather her word and exit the dojo, her footsteps quick and brisk. “Wait,” you say, but it’s quiet and barely above a whisper. She leaves you standing there alone, letting the door to the dojo close with a deafening slam.

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That night is a warm one. Cicadas buzz outside your bedroom window which is wide open, letting the summer air waft in.

Only one lone candle that you pick up by its handle burns brightly on your bedside. Your bedroom, dimly lit by the flickering flame of the candle, is cast in shadows, one of which is you. It stretches and wavers against the walls as you tip-toe out of your room, pushing aside the paper door to enter into the narrow hallway.

Eiji’s bed chambers are situated on the other side of the home, but you still walk carefully and gingerly. The man is known for having ears like a goddamn hawk.

Your shadow follows you against the wall as you creep down the hallway to one bedroom that is always kept closed in the night. You feel you heart pound with every step you take, your mind telling you to turn around and walk back. To not go down this road. Not to get involved with whateve​​r started during training.

You tried to deny the way your body sung once Mizu’s lips left yours. You tried to tell yourself that it was just a slip; a heat of the moment in such a passionate moment. Mizu was only comforting you and got caught up. She had been no more than a ghost since then, keeping to herself and only speaking when spoken to at dinner with Eiji.

You found yourself wanting to steal glances of her, talk to her behind closed doors. Things you wouldn’t have dared to have imagined or thought about before the kiss. You had forbidden yourself from ever getting close like that to anyone since you ventured down the road of becoming a samurai fighter.

But now? You couldn’t think about anything but Mizu’s lips on yours or the fresh scent of cotton from her clothes. You couldn’t even sleep, which has led you to creeping into her bedroom like a damn stalker. When you enter her bedroom, it is dark, hued in a dark blue from the night sky outside of her bedroom window.

She sleeps on a cot with nothing more but a sheet thrown across her tall, lean frame. You almost feel bad about waking her. All it takes it for you to close the door with a soft click for her to stir awake. With an exhale of breath, Mizu instantly grabs her sword from beside her and points it at you, her blue eyes predatory slits.

“It’s me, it’s me!” You whisper, putting your hands up in defense. As her eyes adjust to the sight of you in the darkness, she slowly lowers her sword, her brows furrowed. “V?” She groggily asks. Her voice sounds unfortunately attractive when it’s thick with sleep. “What are you doing in here?” She questions. “What’s wrong?”

You swallow thickly, your feet frozen. You aren’t sure how to start this. You’ve never done something like this before, especially something so forbidden for a samurai. They don’t love. They don’t touch. They don’t even think about perversions. But since Mizu’s kiss, you need something, especially something to wipe away the pain and self loathing.

So you lower the candle on the table where a glass of water sits and gently sit down next to Mizu, your feet tucked underneath your body. She stares at you, alarmed. “Wha—“

“Don’t talk,” you interrupt. “Just listen before I lose my nerve. Look, I know that what happened earlier today was a mistake, but we’d both be lying if we said we didn’t enjoy it, right?” You watch Mizu for a reaction, your heart pummeling against your rib cage. Slowly, she nods, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Right…so why not continue it?”

The samurai’s brows furrow in confusion. “Wait…so you came in here to ask about us kissing?” She carefully asks. You can feel yourself becoming hot in your satin slip and you swallow the lump in your throat before continuing. “Not just kissing,” you softly reply. “More than that.”

Mizu is silent for a moment, processing your cryptic words. “You mean…bedding you?” She asks, her brows raising. “V, you know we don’t do that.”

You flush with shame, huffing. “Obviously, I know that or I wouldn’t be coming to you in secret!” you hiss. “But what happened during that kiss set us both back. The last thing we need to do is to lose any kind of focus on what we need to do…so why not do something about it now?”

You patiently wait for Mizu’s response, feeling like a shaking leaf in the cold autumn air. The last thing you need to hear is a no, which is the worst case scenario, but if she does, you’ll tuck your tail between your thick legs and try to forget this ever happened. You’ll even pack your things and leave. You’ve already planned where to go once you pack your things and—

“Okay,” Mizu says. You nearly get whiplash turning to look at her. “I’m sorry, what?” You ask. The whole room has suddenly gotten hotter and the walls have begun to close in.

She sits there, looking absolutely normal and unbothered despite agreeing to sex with you, her rival. “I said okay,” she repeats, but then puts up a finger. “But I have rules. “If we are going to do this, we need to do it in a safe, secure, and quiet manner.” Her face is stern as if she won’t take no for an answer.

You briefly wonder if she has ever done this before, but you figure now is not the time to ask that. So you nod and patiently wait for her ground rules. It’s the least you can do for her agreeing to this. “Number one: we give each other consent for everything, even if it’s touching somewhere we may enjoy.” You nod, agreeing. You need to get to know her and vice versa, so asking and giving consent is 100% needed.

“Number two: we respect each others’ no for anything.” Once again, you agree with a nod.

“Number three: keep it down so Eiji doesn’t hear us. It’s bad enough we’re even doing this in his home.” Mizu gives you a knowing look that makes you want to argue, but you keep your mouth buttoned tight.

“And number four: after we finish, we never speak of this again. I don’t know if you’ll see me again, but if you do, we won’t speak of this at all. Understood?” Mizu fixes you with a firm stare, her blue eyes piercing into yours.

“What if I forget all of these?” You ask, ever the stubborn one. Mizu just rolls her eyes, even laughing a bit. “You’re not. It’s only four, V; you’re not dumb.” She leans back against her pillow, her sleep shirt unbuttoned slightly to reveal her collarbone and the dip of her cleavage. “Now are we gonna do this or not?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

This doesn’t turn you off or make you nervous though. If anything, it makes you hungry to give in to the challenge. So you slowly move closer to the samurai, lock eyes with hers, and slowly lean in to give her time to move away if she rethinks this. She doesn’t. Her eyes flicker down to your lips and then close when they finally meet yours.

They are soft and warm, just as they were hours before when you shared your first kiss. You can’t help but softly moan at the contact and cringe when Mizu chuckles against your lips. You can tell she enjoys it too by the way she gently cups your cheek, holding your face still as you kiss her with bated breath. Your slow, tentative movements soon grow eager as you get to know each other’s mouths, your tongues soon swirling with one another and soft moans traveling from one mouth to the other.

Somehow that leads to Mizu bringing you closer by your waist and sitting you on top of her lap. She does it slowly, giving you a chance to push her away or tell her no, but you don’t. You won’t admit it to her, but it feels good to be in her arms, her capable hands on your waist. “Is this okay?” She breathlessly whispers, her blue eyes peering up at you.

Wordlessly, you nod and continue kissing, your arms wrapped around her neck and hers around your waist. You never thought you’d ever be this close to her and now here you are, feeling her skin under your fingertips and her muscled body against your softer, plumper one. Her fingers run down your back to hold your ass, gripping harder when you moan into her mouth.

Your hips instinctively grind against hers, emitting a soft hum from her that instantly travels to your pussy. It throbs impatiently in your panties, sliding across Mizu’s linen sleep pants. The fabric adds immense friction which causes immense pleasure. “If I didn’t know any better,” she whispers against your lips. “I’d say you’re enjoying this.”

Instead of answering, you pitifully whimper, causing Mizu to lightly laugh. She steals another kiss, lingering just on your bottom lip and gently pulling it between her teeth. The tiny act makes you gush, your cunt like a goddamn lake. When will this woman just take off your clothes and fuck you?

As if hearing your mind, Mizu pulls away to stare at you, her eyes hooded and filled with lust. “I want to lie you down, take off all of your clothes, and spread your legs,” she whispers. “Is that okay?” Your mind slowly processes her words, but the entire world seems to be moving too quickly to keep up. You find yourself squeaking out a “yes” to which she takes as confirmation.

With all of the quickness of the speed of light, Mizu flips you onto your back underneath her. She gives you time to catch your breath after the world spins around you before sliding her hands up your night slip. You move your hips up to give her space to pull it up your waist and then lean up to let her take it off of you. Once you’re semi-naked in your panties, she stops and silently stares you down for a moment.

She sits above you, her blue eyes roaming over your brown skin, soft tummy and thighs, and heavy breasts with embarrassingly hard nipples. “What?” You sharply ask, embarrassed by her look. You’ve never been naked in front of anyone but your parents as a child and yourself. You go to cover your tits, but Mizu stops you, taking your hands in hers. “Don’t,” she softly demands. “You…have a beautiful body.”

Pink colors the porcelain skin of her cheeks, noticeable even in the dimly-lit bedroom. You instantly shiver at her words, suddenly feeling beautiful in the candlelight. You watch hungrily as she unbuttons her sleep shirt, revealing her own naked, smaller breasts underneath. “Don’t want to ruin it,” she says, tossing the shirt away.

You ogle at her chest, salivating at the sight of her hard, pink nipples. You don’t get a chance to do it for long because Mizu’s lips are suddenly tracing across every inch of your body. Your stomach. Your sides. Your waist. Your neck. Your breasts. Your thighs. Her kisses leave delicious shivers and trails of fire in their wake that make you shudder and quietly moan, keeping yourself as quiet as you can.

Finally, Mizu moves down to the promise land and gently spreads your thighs apart. She loops her fingers between the waistband of your panties, but pauses, looking at you. You give her a nod for her to continue and she does, slowly dragging the thin, damp article of cloth down your quivering thighs to reveal your puffy, sobbing wet cunt to her.

You briefly wonder if she’s ever seen another woman’s pussy with the way she stares at yours. Like it’s a treasure. Like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen. You almost laugh at her reaction until she begins littering your lips in soft kisses. You hum in pleasure, small bolts of electricity shooting through you with every kiss she makes on your clit. When she uses the two pads of her index and middle fingers to rub the needy button, you have to cover your mouth to avoid moaning any louder than you are.

“Is this okay?” She asks, looking up at you through the V of your thighs. You nod, biting your lower lip. “Yes,” you breathlessly reply. “Do it harder.” She smirks and does as you request, applying a bit of pressure to your clit as she rubs it in small semi-circles.

You grip the sheet below you, needing to hold onto something. You don’t realize how much you’ll need something to grip until later after Mizu holds your gaze with hers. “I want to taste you,” she whispers, her gaze intense and lust-filled. “Tell me that it’s okay. I won’t do it until you say it, V.”

Your arousal wipes away the embarrassment at the fact that your rival is about to put their mouth on your pussy. “Yes,” you nearly beg. “Please just do it, Mizu.” Your answer pleases the samurai and before you know it, her luscious lips are puckering against your pussy while her tongue explores you.

You once again wonder if she’s ever had experience with a woman’s pussy other than yours before. Because the way she licks your cunt and swallows you like you’re her last meal for a while is nothing short of a skill. You’ve never felt such pleasure before. It makes you writhe and do your very damndest to hold your voice back. When Mizu does ‘a thing’ where she rolls her tongue along the underside of your clit, you nearly snap your back in half arching up into her mouth. “Like that!” You gasp. “Do that again!”

You feel Mizu smile against your clit as she fulfills your request, still rubbing your clit as she does so. Your hands fall down to toy with your breasts, but she stops you, placing one firm hand on your wrist. She peeks up at you through the valley of your thighs almost predatory-like. “Don’t,” she orders. “Keep them above your head. Don’t move an inch.”

Her firm voice renders you speechless. With the pleasure she is giving you, you’re willing to do anything she wants. You place your hands above your head as she uses one hand to switch between both nipples, gently tweaking and pinching them as she sloppily eats at your cunt. You see stars and you feel like you’re soaring. All of the bad thoughts are wiped clean. All you can think about is cumming. “Shit!” You whine, your words soft whimpers. “Please, please!”

Mizu gazes at you as she laps at your pussy. “Please what, baby?” She coos. “You want me to make you cum?” You frantically nod, delirious from the place. “Hold out for just a little bit longer. You’ll cum when I tell you to, right?” Once again, you nod and do as she says, holding on despite the urge to cum growing and growing inside of you.

When Mizu finally sinks her finger inside of you and curls upward, that is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. She must sense it because her movements grow faster, her finger stroking you at a quick pace that makes your hips lift and grind against her palm. “Go ahead, baby,” she softly growls. “Cum for me. Cum all over me.”

And you do. Your orgasm is so intense that you have to cover your mouth as you cum, your loud moans muffled by your palm. You release all over Mizu’s hand and greedy tongue that helps you through your orgasm, licking you clean of every ounce of your cream. It’s an orgasm that is the closest to heaven you will ever be.

Finally, it fades and your body suffers from the aftershocks, your entire being shaking and quaking under Mizu’s touch. “God!” You gasp, tossing your hand off of your mouth to grip something. Anything. Your hand falls onto the dresser drawer beside you, but you mindlessly pull too hard and the drawer comes out.

“Oh, shit!” You hiss, thinking that you’re done for, but Mizu once again astounds you when she races to catch the falling drawer. The silence that follows is deafening as you both process what just happened and what could’ve happened. “I’m sorry,” you breathlessly whisper, still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s fine,” she replies. “It was an accident.” Then both of your eyes tick down to the item that wasn’t so lucky to have been caught by her sitting on the cot. You squint at the strange device, nothing how it curves upward and is shaped just like a….oh.

“Is that a penis?!” You hiss, pointing at the thing. It is black, silicon, and about 5-6 inches give or take. Mizu clears her throat, fixing the drawer and pushing it back in its place. “A strap-on, actually,” she corrects you. “But yes, it’s a sex toy. I had it for myself.” You gape at her, stunned to silence. “I need pleasure too,” she says with a passive shrug. “And yes, I’ve used it on someone before, but that was a long time ago.”

She seems so nonchalant about the fact that she just owns a fake dick, but the idea of her using it on herself turns you on more than you’d like to admit. “Does it feel…nice?” You carefully ask. Mizu pauses, taking a moment to ponder this. “To me, yes, especially with this.” She fishes a glass bottle of lube wrapped in cloth out of her drawer. “My partner for the night thought so too…why?”

She stares at you intensely, the flames dancing in her eyes from the candle making a fire burn within you. Shyly, you stare down at the strap-on, averting your eyes from hers. “I want to try it,” you blurt. The samurai is silent for a moment before she starts quietly laughing. “You must be desperate,” she chuckles.

You cluck your tongue against the roof of your mouth and smack her arm. “I’m just kidding,” she says, putting her hands up in defense. Her eyes twinkle with mirth and lust. “Alright, but I want to try something with you first. Lay back for me.”

You don’t know what she wants to try, but you’d be lying if you said you aren’t eager to find out. If it’s anything like that skillful pussy-eating, you’re in for a treat! You lay back on the cot and she coaxes you to open your legs still sticky and wet with her saliva and your cum from your last orgasm. She then applies some lube to her fingers, filling the air with the scent of coconut and aloe Vera. “This will be cold when I apply it. It warms up to body temperature once you apply it.”

You nod and stay quiet as she moves towards you. Once her fingertips touch your pussy lips, you softly gasp at the cool liquid. But quickly, it warms and makes your skin feel slightly tingly. “That’s it,” she softly coos as your body relaxes. She slowly applies some inside of you, relishing your soft moans and hums of pleasure as her fingers curl upward to caress your clit.

Once finished, she slips them out of you and sucks on her digits, locking eyes with yours. It’s one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen and it makes your cunt throb in need for her again. “Better now?” You nod, feeling tingly. Now finished with you, she takes off her pants along with her underwear, revealing her pale, muscular thighs, firm ass, and mound coated in a tiny tuft of black hair.

“Here.” She passes you the bottle despite your stunned expression at seeing all of her. “I want you to touch me too.” After showing you where to touch her and instructing you how to do so, you take two fingers and gently run the lubrication over her delicate, wet cunt. You relish the sighs and soft moans she makes, loving that it’s you making her feel like this.

Once you’re finished, she hovers over you and presses your lips to yours in a heated kiss. She then pulls away and looks down at you, her eyes like twin oceans flickering in the candlelight. “I want to grind myself against you,” she murmurs. “Can I do that?” You’d be an idiot to refuse this. “Yes,” you whisper. “Go ahead.”

Spreading your legs wide for her, Mizu places herself between your thighs and angles her hips so her cunt is directly against yours. Keeping her eyes on you, she begins to rock her hips against you, causing you both to gasp in the candlelight and the silvery moonlight pouring through the bedroom window. Her clit slides against yours with ease thanks to the lube, causing an almost agonizing pleasure that has your body clenching and your hands gripping her ass.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Mizu whispers to you, a teasing tilt in her voice. You can only helplessly moan in response, making her chuckle. “You know, you’re really cute like this. I’m starting to think you were always so catty was only because you wanted me to fuck you.”

You whimper, wanting to defend yourself from her raunchy taunt, but the blinding pleasure stops. You can’t think about anything but her body and her slick cunt against yours, the skin to skin contact making it hard to focus or rationalize. It doesn’t take long for the urge to cum to rise again, that knot in your core tightening. “I’m gonna cum,” you whisper. “Y-You’re gonna make me cum!”

Mizu hums in encouragement, rolling her hips at a faster pace. “Go ahead then,” she whispers, her breath coming out in short puffs. “Cum for me, love. I’m right there too.” You shake your head, stopping her by firmly grabbing her hips. “I want the strap,” you plead. “I want you to fuck me again.”

Mizu pauses, stunned by your begging…and then a slow smile crosses her face. “Okay then,” she replies, humored. “But if you don’t like it, tell me, okay?” You nod and she pecks you on the cheek before grabbing the strap-on. You watch her strap it onto her waist and place it right below her pelvis so it looks as if she really has a dick.

You never thought this would be so hot to you, but it is. It’s a sight good enough to cum too. She then hikes your legs over her waist and, finally, slowly slides inside of you. She does so inch by inch, paying close attention to your body. The orgasm and lube help too, allowing her to grind against you as she slides in. You gasp at the new sensation, feeling stretched but not painfully so.

Your hands immediately grab her waist as she begins to rock against you, rubbing your clit against her pelvis while the underside of the strap-on stimulates her clit. You look at her face, flushed with pleasure, and suddenly, the urge to cum rises again. You want her to cum too. You want this night to be special; one that neither one of you will forget no matter what happens.

“Fuck me, Mizu,” you quietly beg. “Do whatever you want to me.”

All of your walls of pride and protection crumble around her fake cock and hands that grip your waist and toy with your tits. As if igniting a fire inside of her, Mizu begins to rock harder and faster against you, fucking you into the floor with the strap-on. Your shadows flash against the walls in the orangey candlelight, becoming one.

Mizu takes your arms and places them above your head as she settles between your legs, pushing herself deeper. She practically lays on top of you, her breasts pressed against yours to add to the friction. “I’m really gonna miss you, you know that?” She pants, still pistoning her hips. “You’re being so good for me, V. It’s so hard to leave you.”

You feel tears begin to burn in your eyes. You can’t decide if it’s from her words or from the immense pleasure you’re feeling as she bumps against you. Either way, the sex becomes even more intense and soon, you can’t control your body. You wrap your legs around her waist and bring her closer, muffling your moans into her shoulder. She does the same, digging her face into your neck as she gasps and moans.

After a few more intense thrusts, Mizu finally cums, letting out a moan of your name. It causes your orgasm to trigger and your pussy clenches around the strap as you cum with a long moan of release. Like a balloon popping, all of the negative energy and thoughts built inside of you is released in a rush as you climax, your body shaking and writhing underneath Mizu’s. Her hips continue to roll against you, taking you both through your orgasm, until your highs fade.

Your head is blank, your body is tired, and you feel like you’re walking through a cloud of fog as Mizu pulls out and rolls beside you. You feel dazed, but good. Better than you have in months. For a while, you both just lay side by side, silently staring at the ceiling as the candle continues to melt down to just the matchstick. The scent of candle wax and sex is thick in the air, somehow lulling you to sleep.

You don’t remember much before sleep catches up to you, but you do know you turn to Mizu and softly whisper, “Thank you”. A hand then moved to grab yours, holding it between the space of your bodies. “You’re welcome,” Mizu whispers back.

When you awaken, it is barely dawn. The sky is still dark and the candle is done for, plunging you in complete darkness. Beside you, Mizu is gone from her spot. Your heart picks up speed and anxiety makes you feel frazzled as you sit up, still naked beneath her sheet.

But all of that subsides when you find her sitting at the bottom of the cot, dressed and just sliding her sword into the sheath on her back. She turns when she sees you sitting there and smiles. “Good morning,” she gently says. “It’s nearly dawn. I fixed you breakfast so you wouldn’t be hungry before we leave.”

She passes a bowl of rice, poached eggs, and pickled plums to you, but you don’t touch it. Your mind scratches like a record player on one word she said. “We?” You parrot, confused. “What do you mean? Aren’t you leaving soon?”

Mizu nods, looking guilty for even thinking this. “Yes, but I realized what I’d be leaving behind if I did go alone…so I want you to come with me.” A light blush once again coats her face despite her appearance. To the outside world, she will be a man. ”If you’re ready for that,” she adds. “I promise I’ll protect you as much as I can, V, but you have to be prepared for any kind of danger. It was wrong for me to try and stop you from what you feel is your destiny too.”

She covers your knee with her hand, sending tendrils of warmth throughout your body. “So are you coming?” Are you coming? You’d have to be the village idiot to say no. You smile, unable stop it. “Hell yes.”

Mizu smiles too, looking so much like the woman you care about and not the hardened samurai the world will view her as. “Then eat up. We head out before the sun rises.”

And so you eat, knowing that in a few hours, you’ll be on the journey of a lifetime with a partner you wouldn't give up for the world.

THE END.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Chubby!Reader taking phantom troupe+Illumi and Kurapika shopping with her

characters: chrollo, feitan, uvogin, Shalnark, Phinks, Machi, Pakunoda, Shizuku, Nobunaga, Illumi, Kurapika

warning: slightly suggestive in Pakunoda’s and Kurapika’s

A/N: me on my way to single handedly provide for my chubby hxh fans… this is super self indulgent hope y’all like it!!

Chrollo

-offended on your behalf because of how limiting the clothing options are

-y’all go to like 5 different stores before finding somewhere that sells your size

-“oh! I must be lucky because I thought we’d at least need to go to 3 more before I found my size :3”

-you’re just happy you found a dress and top that looked nice

-he just looks at you like 👁️👁️ “sweetheart… this is not okay.”

-“chrollo this is the first time in 3 years I found clothing in store, usually I have to shop online.”

-will take you to get custom made clothing, nothing is too good for you!!

-honestly he’s pretty appalled by the lack of clothing available for you. you shouldn’t have to get custom made clothing to have something fit you right :(

-also gets you custom made lingerie but cough cough don’t question it

Feitan

-he was watching you shop online and groan because the dress you really wanted was sold out in your size

-“just go to store.”

-“they don’t carry my size in store.”

“… what.”

-this man is itty bitty he has no idea about your struggles 😭😭 he’ll accompany you on your next shopping outing to… observe

-please take him to torrid it would be so funny

-“… they expect young woman to wear this?”

-he holds up an ugly Disney shirt that’s super unflattering. he’s not the best with fashion but even he knows that it’s ugly as hell

-“YEAHH I used to shop here all the time because it’s one of the only shops that has my size in store.”

-you find a dress that looks relatively nice while feitan browses the lingerie LOL… he’s stealing you something, it might not be the clothes you wanted but that black lingerie set speaks to him…

-now if he’s out on a mission he’ll stop by stores and steal you some nicer clothes, you deserve it! (He’s such a cutie patootie UGHH)

Uvogin

-no he absolutely understands your struggles

-he’s fucking huge it’s hard to find clothes in his size too

-tbh he’ll just suggest you make your own clothes or get them custom made, but if you really want him to go shopping with you he will

-literally shocked with the lack of feminine clothing for big women

-he can at least find SOME things his size, and he’s obviously bigger than you

-but you can’t find a single thing

-calls Shalnark to ask him to track down some local shops that carry your size

-will carry all of your bags for you!!(hubby material)

Shalnark

-he just doesn’t believe you until you show him

-he mostly shops online too so will suggest you keep doing the same, but you wanna go shopping with your boyfriend!!

-he has no problem accompanying you, but is doubtful you won’t find ANYTHING

-that is until after you’ve visited the 7th clothing department and there wasn’t a single clothing item in your size! And it isn’t like you weren’t looking hard enough, he looked up the inventory of each store and there was nothing!

-apologizes for not believing you by buying you some boba or pastries

-also the type to get you custom made clothing, tho it will be sorted more to his tastes than yours(the skirts are all way to short and the tops dip a bit too low)

-doesn’t understand why they can’t just sell your size. wouldn’t they make more money that way?

Phinks

-already knows your woes of not being able to find cute clothes in your size

-goes shopping with you literally whenever you want and won’t stop until you find at least SOMETHING(he’s whipped for you)

-got really sad when he found matching couple pajamas and they didn’t have your size(he’s killing someone over this)

-so cute, gets excited with you when you find something you like

-also carries bags

-takes you somewhere nice after. it’s stressful trying on clothes all day, especially when none of them fit!

-Phinks is soft for his lover agenda RAHHH

Machi

-offers to make clothes for you

-probably the second most understanding. she’s seen women’s clothing sections, although she can’t really relate to not finding her size

-will actually hurt anyone that is rude to you while shopping

-likes to help you in the changing room, saying she doesn’t want you to slip(it’s an excuse to feel you up but she’s a lil tsundere so she’ll never admit it)

-if you can’t find anything, she’ll buy you some accessories or stuffed animals, literally will NOT let you pay

-extra sweet on you when you get home, reassuring you that she loves you and that your clothing doesn’t matter to her(she’s trying her best give her a lil kiss for her efforts)

Pakunoda

-as a big chested woman, she can relate a bit! she doesn’t struggle to find clothes as much as you do though

-researches which stores carry your size so you don’t have to go in just to be disappointed

-also will get you custom made clothing, but let’s you choose what you want. she thinks your fashion style is cute!

-gets you custom made matching outfits

-also helps you in the changing room but isn’t hiding her wandering gaze at ALL

-after a fun day of shopping you two cuddle in bed and watch whatever you want!

Nobunaga

-another person that doesn’t really believe you, but because he sees you as a cute lil thing

-will call you silly for thinking they don’t carry your size! your his sweet little girlfriend, why wouldn’t they?

-in for the shock of his life

-literally gets on his hands and knees to apologize

-it’s been like 3 hours and the only thing you’ve found was a hello kitty tshirt that was a little tight on you, but you refused to go home with nothing!!!

-feels bad, will treat you to a nice dinner

Shizuku

-just says to wear her clothes

-“… Shizuku, sweetheart, we aren’t the same size.”

-stares at you for a minute

-keeps staring

-grabs your hand and runs to go shopping with you

-keeps getting lost while you’re in the changing room

-you end up having to have her sit in the changing room with you while you change(she does not mind in the slightest 👁️)

-cannot comprehend why you can’t find clothes in your size

-love her so much but she’s actually the worst to shop with. You spend more time trying to find her than look for clothes

Illumi

-you don’t really have to worry about finding clothes in your size because he has everything made for you, but if you just want to go shopping for the experience he won’t deny you

-cue him contacting the ceo of the clothing store and demanding they start selling your size after you don’t find anything

-hates seeing your sad face, probably won’t take you shopping again unless he’s researched and made sure the place you picked carries your size :(

-so sweet to you, gets you ice cream and buys you jewelry and stuffed animals to make you feel better

-when you get home there’s a rack of clothing Taylor made for you waiting in your shared room

Kurapika

-he needed to go shopping for some clothing too, so he accompanies you

-gets a little embarrassed shopping in the women’s section because people always mistake him for a girl himself

-gets pretty pissed off when an employee rudely says they don’t carry your size

-“Kurapika it’s fine, let’s go somewhere else.”

-will hold your hand protectively as you go from place to place

-when you find a few things, he’s happy for you!

-is a little glad that people thinks he’s a woman because that means he can slip into the changing room with you 👀

-perv!kurapika strikes again

-makes sure you leave the store feeling VERY happy ;)

[eggluverz]

hello!! would like to request a modern au with blade, where he’s a idol and due to him being busy with work, he didn’t have the time to visit/spend time with the reader (can be gn! or fem!). hence, he took it upon himself to surprise his s/o

bonus points if they are in a secret relationship and let’s say the reader works as a barista, so imagine the chaos the cafe will be if they see idol! blade having a lover SHSHDHDH

take ur time to write it hehe :3

— EVERYTHING I NEED

In which you’re feeling down about not seeing your boyfriend in a few months and Blade takes time out of his busy tour schedule to surprise you.

PAIRING. idol!blade x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 1780

GENRE. modern au, idol au, fluff

NOTE. thank u for the request !! <3 i chose gn reader btw :) this was soooo much fun to write ٩( ᐛ )و i enjoyed this sm but warning it’s so very cheesy heh if u don’t like fluffy romcom cringe look away :3 hope y’all like it xx sof

It wasn’t always easy having a long distance boyfriends of sorts. A busy long-distance boyfriend who you sometimes didn’t see in person for months on end. 

You knew he was busy, but you also knew he dedicated most of his free time talking to you. The relationship was important to the both of you— There was no doubt in your mind about that. Still, there were times the sadness and loneliness crept in. 

Today was one of those days. 

It wasn’t a “special” day as one would say. It wasn’t your birthday. It wasn’t Blade’s birthday. And it wasn’t even an anniversary. But still, you missed him so much. 

You had gone months without seeing him. Your only solace was knowing Blade has gone just as long without seeing you and missed you just as much. He has been in and out of the recording studio whenever he had time in between performances, which limited your ability to call or even text each other even more. 

You were aware the life of an idol could get hectic at times, you knew that well before the two of you started dating. But at times, it took more of a toll on you than you would expect. 

“What’s gotten you so down in the dumps?” The voice took you out of your negative thoughts.

You turned to look at your close friend and coworker, Serval. You sighed, thankful afternoon rush hour had just died down so only few customers were at the coffee shop. “Nothing, really. Just missing Blade.”

She patted your back sympathetically. “I can only imagine. It’s hard enough barely seeing my brother because of military service.”

“How is Gepard, by the way? I haven’t seen him in ages!” 

“He’s coming back for a bit next month! We’re having a little party if you want to come,” said Serval excitedly. “But back to you and Blade. When is the last time you saw him?” 

“Over two months,” you said with a pout. You knew some people in long distance relationships would view that as nothing— Some would even be grateful that a month of not seeing their partner was a long time. But that wasn’t you and you felt yourself growing more dejected each day. “We haven’t even video chatted or called for longer than ten minutes in the last few weeks.” You tried to look on the bright side. “But at least I know he’s doing what he loves. I just hope management isn’t pushing him too hard.” 

“That’s a big ask for money-hungry corporations,” Serval said dryly. “Poor boy is definitely overworked. Have you seen their back to back show dates? It’s all over social media. I’m sure he’s using any possible moment he can to spend time with you without being too obvious and letting the press know about your relationship.” 

You nodded, trying to cheer yourself up the moment you saw a group of customers walk in. It was the end of work hours for most office workers around here so you mentally prepared yourself to give your best customer service smile. “I know he is doing his best. I just get sad about it sometimes, but I know it’s all worth it.”

“There you go.” She smiled. “And you’ll see him in no time, I’m positive. But for now, get ready for the evening rush!”

“One step ahead of you,” you sang, already at the cash register prepared to take the orders. 

As you greeted the hoard of customers and helped your coworkers make drinks if they needed extra hands, you realized the rush lasted longer than normal. 

“Is today international coffee day or something?” you asked as you passed by Serval. “It’s crazy busy right now.”

She shrugged, placing two drinks down at the ready table. “Not that I’m aware of. But this has been more than a rush hour. The sun isn’t even out anymore.”

“And people are coming in without buying anything or sitting down?” 

As you wondered what was going on, you heard a loud, high-pitched scream coming from outside. The sound was followed by more and more squeals of excitement. 

You and Serval looked at each other. 

“Speak of the devil,” she said, shaking her head with a grin. “What a grand entrance.”

All reason left your mind as you were filled with hope and joy. You looked back at Serval, asking for permission to leave the cash register. 

“Go,” Serval laughed. “I’ll cover the rest of your shift.” 

“Thank you! I love you!”

With a big smile on your face, you rushed out of the coffee shop and pushed through the crowd outside. Standing tall above the group of fans, Blade stood there with black sunglasses and a face mask— A poor disguise that did little to nothing to protect his identity. 

You lifted your hand up and waved from the back of the crowd, unsure if he would even be able to spot you amidst all the people. You wondered, even, if you should acknowledge him like this in public. You knew the press was crazy and the fans could be even crazier. Blade’s manager thought it was for the best he keep your relationship away from public eye. 

But he was right here. And you didn’t want to wait another second before running up to him and giving him the biggest hug. Still, you refrained. 

You did not want to jeopardize his image, no matter how much you wanted to give him a kiss right now.

Blade looked around the crowd before his gaze landed in your general direction. He lifted his shades to expose his captivatingly red eyes. When he saw you, he gave you a crooked smile. 

“There you are,” he called, his deep voice rumbling over the muffled chatter of his fans. “It’s been too long.”

He maneuvered through the crowd, ignoring all the photos his fans were taking of him. The only thing Blade was paying attention to was you. Not caring you were in front of a large crowd, Blade immediately takes you into his arms. Time stops as you feel yourself melt into his embrace. The scent of his expensive cologne filled your senses, your face warm as it laid flushed against his chest. 

“I missed you,” he murmured into your hair. 

“I missed you, too,” you said. “But when did you get here? I thought you were in another continent? And are we allowed to be like this in public?” 

As happy as you were to be with him, you didn’t want to get him in any sort of trouble with his management company. 

“I got here just a few hours ago.” Blade rubbed slow circles on your back, not releasing you from his embrace. “I have a show in two days but I needed to see you. And, yeah, I might get in trouble by management but who cares?” 

You pulled back urgently, looking up at him in concern. “You should care! I don’t want you to put your career in danger.” 

Blade frowned and closed to distance between the two of you once more. “Management has worked me to the bone for years, if they want me to keep working for them, then they’ll have to put up with this being public. I’m tired of hiding you.” 

Your arms wrapped around him, a small giggle escaping your lips at how ridiculous this must have looked to the public. You didn’t like being in a secret relationship either. You knew it was for his work, but when you happened to watch his interviews and had to hear him lie and say he was single, it hurt your heart, just a little. 

“Besides, at this point in my career, I’m sure they need me more than I need them,” he said with a cocky look on his face. Even with his mouth and nose covered by the mask, you could see it in the crinkle of his eyes. 

“That’s my Bladie,” you teased, running your fingers through his tangled hair. “Mr. Popular and you know it.” 

“And I also know I want to be alone with you right now,” Blade said with a smirk. “Is your shift almost over? Let’s go back home once it ends.” 

“Serval said she’ll cover the rest of my shift for me. We can go home now.” 

“Thank you, Serval,” he said happily. Blade held your hand as he lead you to his car. “I might have to drive a little fast to lose the fans that’ll inevitably try to follow us. Is that okay?”

You noted his mischievous smile and laughed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the thought of escaping them excites you.” 

“I’m a simple man.” He opened the passenger door for you and gave you a small slap on the ass as you crawled in. “Buckle up, baby.”

“I can’t believe you did that with everyone watching!” you cried as he gently shut the door. You shook your head even though you knew he couldn’t see it. “It’s a good thing I love you.” 

˖⁺‧₊˚❀˚₊‧⁺˖

When you woke up the next morning, your phone was filled with texts from your friends. You opened Serval’s first. 

Serval: LOL guess who’s famous now

Serval: #CoffeeShopASScape #BladieOnTheLoose ... all the trending hashtags are about you and Blade

Serval: I wish you luck LMAO

You stifled a laugh, only mildly concerned about what people had to say. As you shuffled around on the bed, Blade stirred awake. He inched closer to you and lazily draped his arm around your waist. 

“G’morning,” he mumbled. 

“Good morning,” you greeted, kissing his forehead. “Blade… Have you checked your phone yet?” 

“Yeah, when I woke up an hour ago. My manager let me know just how much chaos I caused over voicemail. Then I decided to go back to sleep with you and deal with it later,” he said simply. 

“Blade!” 

He noticed the furrowed crinkle between your brows and he rubbed it away with his thumb. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll get it all sorted out eventually. All that matters is I’m here with you right now.” 

“You’re right. Let’s enjoy this before you have to go back on tour,” you said, placing your phone on your nightstand and ignoring the notifications lighting up your phone. “And if damage control is too hard to deal with, know that I’m always here for you. I’ll answer your call even if it’s in the middle of the night here.” 

Blade cupped your face and softly kissed your lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” 

“I ask myself the same thing,” you said with a smile. “Now, wanna get some coffee?”

[yelena-bellova]

Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x F!Reader - One Shot #4

One Shot #4: The Artist Formerly Known As Joel Miller

Plot: Joel gets another little piece of himself back in the form of music.

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: none (for once lol)

A/N: A little bit of well deserved fluff. I feel like I haven’t written anything for TYL that isn’t tainted with sadness but this is a rare dose of pure serotonin for y’all. Hope you like it!

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It was a truth long denied; Joel Miller needed music.

His long held dream of singing and strumming for a living was put to rest when Sarah was a blip on an ultrasound. There was no way to support a family on bar gigs. He hadn’t minded all that much, knowing the million to one odds he’d make it. Still, Joel wasn’t 100% Joel without a song.

In the three months that he’d been settled in Jackson, there’d been shockingly little rest. First there was fixing up the house. Nothing major, adjusting the furniture to his and Y/n’s liking and general cleaning. Then there were the emotional adjustments. Ellie and Y/n took a long while to ease out of the fear Silver Lake had left them with. Not to mention the new life the three of them had been given and how wildly different it was from the one they were used to. Joel and Y/n got set up with the work rotation of the town and Ellie started to (with great hesitation) socialize with the other kids.

It wasn’t until three months in that Joel allowed himself to think about the little things.

He’d been in conversation with a neighbor on patrol one day. An older guy who’d miraculously managed to live into his 70s in a post-Cordyceps world. They were talking about something and somehow it came up that Joel used to play guitar. The man mentioned that there was an old Taylor sitting in his spare bedroom. He’d never been any good and was too old to get any better so it was up for grabs.

Joel immediately accepted.

He beamed as he strode back home with the instrument clutched in one hand. Sailing through the front door, he let go of it only long enough to leave his snow coated boots at the door and remove his gloves.

“Rose,” he called out.

“Kitchen,” his wife called back. He could hear the sink running.

Joel moved through the house to where Y/n stood at the counter doing dishes. Sensing his presence before she even heard him, she looked over her shoulder and her face lit up. First upon seeing her husband, then at what he was carrying.

“Oh my gosh.”

Joel didn’t even try to temper his joy. “I know,” he smiled.

Y/n flicked the faucet off, her attention fully focused somewhere else. “Where?”

“Bud down the street,” Joel nodded in the general direction of their neighbor, “Said I could have it since no one was using it.”

There were only two things Y/n wanted for their patch-worked family: happiness and health. Music was directly correlated to a percentage of Joel’s happiness, making the guitar a gift from God himself.

She threw her hands out expectantly, “Well?”

Joel left the doorway and headed towards the living room, Y/n grabbing a towel to dry her hands and following suit. They perched themselves on opposite ends of the couch.

Joel adjusted the guitar on his knee before pausing, “It’s been so long.”

“It’s musical bike riding,” Y/n washed away his hesitation, “Play me something, cowboy.”

He chuckled under his breath, waiting just another few seconds before pressing down on the strings and forming a cord. The callouses needed weren’t a problem due to years of manual labor. Y/n and him both grimaced in anticipation of what twenty year old strings might sound like. Surprisingly, they were decent as Joel strummed once.

“Not bad,” he commented, “Little out of tune.”

But Y/n didn’t hear the imperfection. Nothing touched her. She was too struck by the sight in front of her. Joel, back in his element, plucking the strings. The way his hunched frame hanging over the guitar’s body was relaxed as ever. How his fingers found their way as naturally across the fretboard as if they’d touched the wood every day since Texas.

Joel was transported with each note. Back to some spiritual space where he had no fears and no worries. Nothing could break through his front door and destroy his life. No one could hurt him. The world didn’t cease to exist, it reframed itself. For every strum, every pick, every change of chord, the world held itself together without his help. He could just be.

However many minutes passed, neither one of them were sure. Y/n pulled herself back to reality enough to remember she had to finish cleaning before grabbing dinner from the mess hall. She swiped the tears beginning to form and got off the couch. Joel didn’t move, still transfixed.

Smiling, she leaned over her husband and kissed the top of his head. The guitar’s song sang sweetly for the rest of their evening.

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