#these two y/ns are friends btw

[naffeclipse]

Desert Light

Cryptid Sightings/Signs of Life Crossover

Commission Info

My dear friend @jackofallrabbits commissioned me for a darling little crossover of Cryptid Sightings and their fic, Signs of Life, with @maudiemoods's permission, of course. If you haven't read Signs of Life, you really should and you can find it right here! I had so much fun writing both the cryptid hunter and the scientist interacting, and both monster boys are delightful here! I hope you enjoy <3

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At nightfall, the desert is dipped in inky blues under a starry sky spilling over the entire expansion over your head. You forget how big the desert feels without trees or mountains to cut into its horizon as if the very heavens are staring down at you with twinkling eyes. The dry ground becomes darkness littered with muted sagebrush. The road is cracked and sunbleached, rocking your dark green truck and airstream. Along the lonely stretch of road, a convenience store with fluorescent lights cuts through emptiness like an oasis of gasoline, candy bars, and potato chips.

Moon hunches low in the passenger seat. Pale eyes gaze at you through the dimness within the truck's cabin. Patches along his nightcap catch on stray starlight, winking on the stitches you sewed by hand.

“It’s late,” he rasps in a low voice.

“I know, sweetie,” you sigh and rub your eyes while keeping one hand on the wheel. “We’re almost there.”

“You’re tired.” His hand strays across the seat to rest on your leg. His cool digits jolt you gently back to alertness.

“It’s only half an hour more,” you give ruefully. “Let’s stop here. I’ll grab a soda then we’ll be on our way.”

He grumbles, vibrating his animatronic vessel with displeasure. A word against caffeine is surely on his tongue, but the jostling from pulling the truck and airstream onto the cracked pavement underneath the almost neon-white light of the gas pumps cuts him short.

The desert hosts paranormal encounters ranging from the chupacabra to aliens. The latter is why you ventured here. Without F.E.I. providing you exact intel and evidence, it’s up to you to conduct your research and discover possible sightings but what you’ve unearthed so far has been solid.

This one in particular speaks of an alien. A towering but thin, long-limbed being spotted around a motel just as remote and lonely as this convenience store. You throw the truck in park and hop out. A lone car is parked alongside the building and another is parked further away, as if trying to hide away from the lights.

Soundlessly behind you, despite the bells tied around his wrists with ribbons, Moon appears like a metallic shadow. Hopefully, the convenience store attendant isn’t against animatronics in their store. He tilts his head for a moment towards the outermost vehicle, his pale optics narrowing before he follows after you.

If he sensed a heartbeat hiding in the darkness, he would have told you.

You pull open the door with a quiet jingle announcing your entrance. A small sign, old and worn, on the checkout counter promises the attendant will be back in a few. You deflate slightly. You had hoped to ask someone in this area about the sightings.

“There’s someone here,” Moon murmurs close to your ear like a breath from a ghost.

Quiet footsteps echo back beside the fridge section of drinks, concealed by shelves of beef jerky, peanut butter cookies, and chocolate bars. Curious, you strive forward. You might still have a chance to speak to the lone employee who may be restocking the cases of beer or soda, but when you round the corner with a cool presence at your back, you stop still.

A person straightens, clutching a few water bottles to their chest, their eyes immediately landing on you, framed in glasses. You look down to the hoodie they wear: dark fabric with a green alien face; a charming, stereotypical depiction of extraterrestrials. Do they sell those here?

“I like your hoodie.” You smile. “Do you work here?”

The person immediately fixes their glasses and beams. “Thank you. It’s a bit too warm for this climate but it’s cute. No, I don’t work here. Is that an animatronic with you?”

You blink but turn back to allow Moon more of an audience with the curious stranger. He regards them with a coolness but no malice. You give a slow nod.

“This is my friend, Moon.” 

The stranger steps closer, studying him with vim and vigor before adjusting the many water bottles in their arms. Underneath their arm, tucked into their armpit is a notebook. They lift a hand towards Moon.

“What model are you?” they ask, eager. “How long have you gone without maintenance? Your wires are exposed and your endoskeleton could use a polish.”

Moon stares. A slight twitch runs through his limbs. You step back between Moon and the stranger, your pulse jumping slightly at the spew of questions—many that have no good answers. Could they be familiar with where Eclipse found their half-burned, abandoned vessel?

You introduce yourself quickly, keeping Moon behind you and out of reach of the stranger. “What’s your name?”

They slowly lower their hand, disappointed. “Ah.” They’re silent for a moment, and you can see the gears working in their mind before decidedly saying, “You can call me Doc.”

That’s funny. Surely it must be a nickname though you have no qualms with a stranger giving you whatever moniker they please, but Moon’s hand falls to your shoulder. His digits curl slightly over your collarbone, as if in warning. Right.

“Alright. Doc,” you smile.

They smile back. “Is your animatronic—”

“I’m sorry,” you say, very apologetically but firmly, “but I was hoping I could ask you a few questions about happenings in this area.”

Doc grows still, their expression guarded. You catch their eyes flickering towards the door and then landing back on you.

“What are you referring to exactly?” they ask tentatively, almost nervously.

“There have been reports of unusual occurrences in this part of Nevada.” You wish you bought your book of cryptid information with you. If they’ve seen anything, you will need to write it down. Instead, you focus on slowly bringing them into your question. If you went around asking any person if they saw aliens right off the bat, no one would take you seriously. “Have you seen anything strange or simply unexplainable?”

“UFO sightings in Nevada are very common,” they say so bluntly, it causes you to blink. They set the water bottles down on a shelf occupied with chip bags and shift the notebook closer to their chest, holding it like a shield. “Did you know that Nevada has the highest rate of UFO sightings per capita in the U.S.?”

“I did know that,” you say, impressed that they know it as well. You lean closer in your curiosity. Do they believe in cryptids? “Have you researched such things before?”

They fix their glasses and lower their hand back to their book only to lift it again and fidget. 

“Recently I have,” they admit.

A coolness radiates behind you. In the corner of your vision, Moon tilts his head. The bell on the end of his nightcap falls over his shoulder. What doesn’t he like? Surely they can’t be a rulebreaker. Moon would have reacted much less pleasantly to such a person. 

They touch their glasses again, and the frames fall slightly askew on their face. “Have you heard anything about an alien?”

You brighten with the question. At last.

“Yes. That’s why I’m here,” you hold a hand to your chest, “to locate any confirmation or evidence about an alien sighting near a motel a little ways from here. Nothing has been reported as violent, but it’s most likely an incident will occur soon unless properly dealt with.”

Their hands furl and unfurl, anxiously touching their glasses, pushing them up the bridge of their nose, and shifting. Are they alright?

“Most of the time sightings of cryptids, including aliens, are just everyday objects seen from a weird angle,” they ramble slightly. 

You pause, watching them. Are they afraid to tell you what they saw? You’ve encountered poor, terrified people who fear even speaking a word of what they’ve experienced will mark them as unstable and insane. Even worse, it might somehow lure the presence that frightened them in the first place back.

“Yes, that’s true,” you admit, but only half of the time. There have been a plethora of hoaxes, pranks, misunderstandings, and of course, misidentifications of objects that have been spun into debunking the cryptic world, but you carry the scars from a true encounter at the base of your thumb. “But have you witnessed anything you would consider to be unearthly?”

Do they know something they can’t seem to tell you about?

Doc shifts again. Their hand strays to the notebook they carry, and touch the well-worn spine. Is it as important to them as your cryptid book is to you?

“No,” they fidget a few times anxiously, “Is there anything I can do to help you with your animatronic? I am an engineer.” 

Moon twitches behind you. Their eyes immediately fall to the movement and frown.

“Are you experiencing a malfunction?” they ask, and start to reach out again. Moon clenches your shoulder tighter.

“No, no!” You hold up your hands defensively. “That’s very generous to offer, but Moon is fine, thank you.”

They frown. Unconvinced, they continue to pry around your person to stare at the cryptid possessing a vessel. You’ve never had this problem before. So many people are put off by the strange, inexplicable presence of a demonic cryptid—a sixth sense warning of danger, but Doc heeds no such deterrents.

“He is experiencing micro spasms which may be a symptom of a conduction failure in his wires or a deeper issue within his processor.” They face Moon entirely, and he stares back unblinkingly. “When was the last time you went in for routine maintenance?”

“We don’t need maintenance,” he rasps. You cover his hand as it clenches you tighter still. A coolness swells around him and you hope Doc mistakes it for the coolness of the fridges.

Confusion twists their brow. Doc parts their lips to offer a rebuttal to a clear inconsistency with their framework and the fact of the matter, but Moon twists behind you. His grip never leaves your shoulder, his fingers digging into your collarbone as the jingle of the bell at the front of the store rings.

Then the lights flicker. A sharp fade of every light bulb overhead and even the light within the fridges drops the convenience store into darkness. Your heart tumbles in your chest. You didn’t bring your crossbow or your detector. Only a knife sits strapped to your hip, hidden by your patched, green jacket. 

Your eyes flash to Doc. You take them by the arm and their expression shifts to alarm behind their glasses.

“Move,” you whisper sharply. “Stay with me and be quiet.”

“I need to leave,” they say, strangely focused, but they don’t struggle when you guide them down the row of fridges to the last column of shelves in the back of the store. They don’t understand. Something else is here. Something not of this world. You must protect them from it.

Moon follows quietly behind you, his fingers spasming as they curl like claws. His pale eyes dip into crimson, alert and vicious. 

“Not a heart,” he mutters, and you glance at him. “Something else… Something strange.”

He stands between you, and your entire body clenches. A towering being begins to prowl under the flicker lights, slipping in through the door. You used to fear your dear friend placing themselves between you and the threat, but they are far more terrifying than any cryptid you have hunted.

The sharp contrast of the fluorescent light bulbs and the sudden darkness spears a sharp ache into your eyes. Carefully, you place Doc behind you, but they offer another protest again. 

“Be quiet,” you murmur firmly, “It’s going to be okay.”

“Ah, you don’t understand.” Doc’s eyes fall past you, towards the frosty doors of the fridges. “He’s—”

A sharp scratch of nails cutting over glass causes your shoulders to hunch up and a grimace to twist your face. You free the knife from your hip. It is the only defense you have for you and Doc. You should have been prepared for the alien to strike here, so close to the original sighting site, now creeping in close to find more precious victims to devour.

Doc reaches out, past you.

“You have to let me pass,” they say calmly. “He wants me.”

You turn to look over your shoulder, confusion painting you in flickering lights.

“Who does?” you ask.

The glass scratching stops. You stiffen, reading your knife as Moon tenses. Creeping from the row of fridges, a figure straightens. Tall and spindly, but with an unnerving aura of strength to his long limbs, an alien stands before you. Deep red and galaxy-speckled skin coats him, and you catch a strange symbol on one of his hands, like the moon eclipsing the sun. A dark hoodie with an alien ship covers his lanky form poorly—not unlike Doc’s. A sharp crown of jutting adornments sits upon his head. A waving veil of starlight falls behind his skull. 

His three eyes, bright and glinting, like a predator about to bounce, immediately find the person behind you. One eye is dark. His grin splits into a wide, hungry thing with razor-sharp teeth.

“My light,” his voice is low and dangerous, “I have been waiting for you.”

Behind you, Doc looks up at the towering, otherworldly beast, but there is no fear in their eyes.

“Stay back,” you immediately brandish your knife. Moon spreads his arm, ensuring that there is no passing him without going through him.

A dark chuckle falls from the creature.

“You dare think you can keep my light from me?” He spreads his arms, four limbs of sinew and bone, claws flashing with a desire to rip flesh from a body. “I will give you one chance to let my light go.”

Moon stands tall between him, silently gauging him like a proper opponent. Is the alien taller than your sweetie in their true form? You’re afraid he is.

“No,” you breathe, “You’re not taking them.” 

A soft sound arises behind you, distress mingling with breath. Doc must be terrified of the abrupt encounter. How could they have ever known an alien would mark them as his quarry?

A snarl rips through his chest, deep and vicious. His hands grope the surrounding shelves, fitting between cookies and candy bars. His hand swipes a few basic camping supplies, spilling ropes and canisters onto the ground. He catches a stainless steel one in his lower set of hands. In effortless brutality, the alien concaves the metal before his claws pierce the container entirely, crumpling it as if it were a soda can. Your gut clenches. 

“I will paint this tasteless floor in your blood,” the extraterrestrial growls, gnashing his teeth.

In response, a sharpness erupts from the sides of Moon’s chassis. Shadowy appendages, seeping black ooze over bony limbs with hands and claws of crimson, stand at the ready. You suck in a sharp breath.

“You will not touch a hair on our heart’s head,” an abysmal sound leaves the animatronic, layered and demonic.

The alien tilts his head, eyes widening at the challenge. 

“My, my, and what are you? No matter, I will tear you apart.” He laughs again, echoing with chilling amusement. Dread hooks deep into your belly.

“Eclipse, it’s okay.” Doc moves underneath your arm. 

Your knee-jerk reaction is fierce. You catch them by the back of their hoodie, scrunching fabric in your fist to keep them tethered close to you. They stop and look back at you. When they smile, it’s heavy. Guilt touches their edges, anchored by worry. 

“Ah. I know he’s frightening, but he’s not going to hurt anyone.” They tug on their hoodie, trying to loosen your grip. “You can let me go.”

“Yes, let them go,” the alien licks a dark tongue over his teeth, “and I might spare you all.”

“What—no, he’s…” you stumble over your tongue then stop, confused. “Do you know this cryptid?”

“Ah. Alien,” they correct you. “Yes. Eclipse would like me back now, please.”

Moon glances at Doc. Confusion pulses in his crimson gaze. The end of his nightcap falls over his shoulder. 

“They’re not afraid,” he rasps. He stares down at Doc’s chest. He can sense a heartbeat, the rhythm of it, and how fast it gallops in a person’s chest.

Your lips part wordlessly. 

There was a time when you believed cryptids were only monsters. Machines capable of great destruction and horror. You never dreamed a demonic cryptid would be capable of kindness and goodness, and care so much for little ones.

Your fingers slip from the fabric. Moon allows Doc to sweep underneath his arms. Their eyes fall to their shadowy limbs, and their hands shift to their notebook. Your heart clenches, caught in the camaraderie urge to take notes of your sweetie’s true form and fearing what Doc would do with such information. F.E.I. is still out there. There are other cryptid hunters. 

But they stop themselves. Fixing their glasses, they quickly step back into the alien’s reach. You clench the knife tighter, afraid as four pairs of hands descend upon them.

“We need to leave quickly,” Doc says as the alien kneels and hunches lower to look over the human, combing for harm or mistreatment. “We’ve already made a mess and stayed here for too long.”

“This isn’t a mess. Yet,” the alien answers, his voice murmuring like a lover in the night. The threat is not lost on you as Moon growls a warning. The alien flashes a smug smile, all teeth, and arrogance before he concludes his checkup on Doc. “Let’s go, my light.”

Doc nervously looks back at you, almost as if they would look to say more, explain, or even ask you about Moon’s extra, shadowy arms. Instead, they weakly wave, like this is a goodbye they wish didn’t have to happen.

The alien lifts them into his arms as if they weighed as much as a feather.

“Wait,” you step closer. Two arms, one metallic and blue, one shadowy and crimson, stop you. He keeps you back from the otherworldly being. “Are you safe?”

The alien scowls at you. Doc only smiles softly. 

“Yes, friend.” Their eyes linger on Moon. “You’re so impressive. I would love to know more about you.”

A ripple of what you think is jealousy takes over the alien. He turns away with a flash of teeth, and steps quickly, sweeping through the store and out the door with a sharp jingle. In moments, the alien carries the small human out into the night. You stand there, stunned. 

Moon straightens. “Their heart is still steady. They feel safe with him.”

Oh.

Moon slowly faces you, two arms touching your sides and holding you close. You lean into his embrace.

“I hope they are,” you murmur. The lights stop flickering in the gas station and the stars outside shine brighter in the darkness. A car speeds away, down the desert road.

[fanartlover1234]

THIS ASSHOLE

Mattheo is Y/ns older brothers best friend, they have a frenemie relationship since Y/n got over *not really* over hed crush on him

MATTHEO X Y/N (LOVERS)

WARNING: fingering, smut, cursing, degrading

"Bye" the fourth guy who had come up to Y/n during luch period said after she had rejected him.

It was her 6th year, and suddenly every girl hated her ofcourse not her two amazing best friends and every guy wanted her.

She hadnt really changed thay much she onlu improved her style and got rid of her glasses (btw i love people with glasses) by getting contacts.

"Why cant you just say you're not interested by other guys cause you alreadt have someone on your mind?" Astoria, one of your best friends since 1st year when you 'Accidentaly' spilled a smoothy over a girl who was making fun of her for not being a pureblood slytherin said as your other best friends Pansy agreeded.

"Cause i dont like anyone else and i dont want to use a boy as excuse to not date" she said before almoat choking on her food when Cerdric the huflepuff most popular guy scared her by accident.

"Hey, Y/n, i wanted to ask if you wanted to go to hog-"

"She's taken" Pansy said as earned a glare from Y/n before the girl turned to Cedric with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry"

"No its okey" the boy said before walking away.

"I hate you, i hate your kids and your grandkids" Y/n said to Pansy annoyed before leaving to her dorm to unpack her stuff.

It was late, she had 15 minutes till curfew so she decided to run really quick to her brother as she found his uniform that he was looking for.

"Theo" she said knocking on the door and he opened and his whole friend group said hi to the girl.

"What are you wearing" Theo scolded as the girl rolled her eyes placing his uniform on the bed as he refered to her black shorts nearly visable under her oversized shirt and her slippers.

"Im leaving"

"Cover up" he said annoyed at her.

"Ill walk her, make sure nothing happens" A boy spoke, more like Mattheo who Y/n used to have a huge crush on and also her brothers best friends so she knew she never stood a chance.

"Fine" Theo said ruffling the girls hair before sushing them out.

The walk was okey, quiet for the first few minutes but soon they talked again after Mattheo had cracked a joke about the shirt Y/n was wearing.

"Where you get the shirt" he had asked.

"Oh you know it was a gift"

"Well whoever gave you that had an amazing style" he joked placing his hands in the pocket.

"Its okey"

"Okey?? My style is great" he said faking an offended look as one of his hand fell to his chest.

"Yeah yeah" the girl stoped when she got a notification on her phone looking at it.

"You good?" Mattheo asked her and she nodded.

"Just Pansy, she told Cedric that im dating someone, now she is just sending me random boys to try and get to be my boyfriend since she overheard Cedric thinking it was fake" Y/n explained before typing a no to Pansy when she saw Comrac who was not only aftet her since 3rd year but also a totak creep.

"Do you tho" he asked.

"Do i what" she asked still looking at her phone as she was explaining to Pansy she would rather date Hagrids dog that Comrac.

"Dating anyone"

Y/n couldnt help but laugh half true and half convince herself that her imagination of dating Mattheo was over a long time ago.

"Have you seen the rats that go to this school?"she asked looking at him, suddenly feeling small under Mattheos gaze.

"Y/n?" Aris who had to round the halls to make sure noone is out asked suddenly.

"Hi, Aris" she said " sorry we are out this late its just that"

"Dont excuse yourself its cool, by the way do you maybe want to go"

"She's busy dude" Mattheo said placing a hand over Y/ns shoulder making the boys excuse himself amd leave with no second though.

Mattheo smirked but it droped when Y/n smacked his hand.

"Ow" he said.

"How dare you, you know you cant just"

"Cant what?" He asked steping closer to her.

"Scare away every boy that talks to me, you know you have been doing this since 3rd year with Theodore its so- " she pulled looking for the word when Mattheo leaned down their faces inches apart.

"Its called caring"

"Its called being annoying" she said steping back and going away from him.

"Y/n, c'mon dont be like that" he said callinh out for her.

Y/n raised her hand flashing him her middle finger as she walked away earning a chuckle from the boy.

TWO DAYS LATER

Y/n pressed on Mattheos number on her phone, very much annoyed and ready to have a screaming match after Daniel, a boy from Ravenclaw, suddenly stood her up yesterday.

She was sad all day, talking with her brother when suddenly he sliped and exposrd his friend.

"I just dont understand" the girl sniffled as she layed in her bed, her neat hair now messy, her masscera running down her cheeks as she sat in her bed drowning her sadnes in icecream while Theodore comforted her.

"Look, if he stood you up, he probably an idiot or at least more of an idiot than you" he said recieving a death glare from Y/n as she agresivly stabed the ice cream with a spoon " okey sorry but i mean-"

"Nope you're right, i shouldnt have trusted him to like me"

"Nope, its code red, you said im right" he said placing a hand on her forhead askinh if she is sicm or anything.

Y/n laughed at her brother her smile making him smile as well.

"There she is"

"Thanks bro"

"Hey hey, im your big bro and you are my lil sis no matter how old we get, or how much of an asshole Matthep can be scaring sweet old Danny"

"What?" Y/n asked feeling her blood boiling at what her brother said.

"Yes, princess" Mattheos voice sounded godly over the phone but Y/n was angry.

"HOW DARE YOU SCARE DANIEL AWAY?" She yelled over the phone.

"Yelling much" he stated " look he plays girls like quiditch, stoped you from making a mistake"

"Yeah well i would have liked to make that mistake my self, you what Mattheo"

"What?"

"The days of you controling my life are over"

Mattheo smirked only imagening the girl screaming this was while she was under him, nope he cant think like that, that was his best friends sister.

"Yeah, we'll ses about that" he stated before pressing the red button and droping the phone call while Y/n screamed at him.

Two weeks had passed and Y/n has went out of her skin to avoid Mattheo at all cost.

It went from being the last in the class and the first out of it, taking konger routes just to not meet the boy in the hallway.

Matthep had noticed it, tried talking to her during the first week as they had three classes together.

Just whem Y/n got used to her new lifestyle profesor Snape happen.

"And finaly, Y/n and Mattheo will work about love spells, love potions and all things considered in that major"

"Wait what no, he is an asshole" Y/n protested making Mattheo scoff.

"Well this asshole is now your buddy" the profesor said making Y/n slouch in her chair.

After a few hours Y/n was in the library looking for book about their theme.

Y/n was reaching for a book on one of the higher shelfs when she felt someone press against her taking the book she was reaching for as she silently cursed herself when she realised who was behind her as she slowly turned around not looking at him but atempting to leave but she gasped when he grabed the shelf next to her head stoping her in her tracks.

"Hi, Y/n" he said leaning in his hand to see her face better.

"Heyy, Mattheo, how you been?" She said as she tried to make a convo with him to get out of the situation.

"Pretty good, taking the fact that one girl has been avoiding me" he said

"What? I havent been, i mean who would avoid you" the girl said " ill just " she tried moving his hand but to no avail his hand barely moved.

Y/n turned to face the book shelf her forhead leaning on the shelf her eyes closed as she whined out loud earning a sush from the librarian so she yelled out sorry.

Mattheo chuckled a bit placing the book on some other books.

Y/n reached for the book but Matthep grabed her hand.

"You wanna get out?" He asked earning a nod from her.

He felt her breath hitch when he leaned in kissing hed hand before moving closer to her ear he smirked a bit when he saw saw the flush on hed cheeks " then you gotta talk to me" he said before Y/n turned her head a bit meeting his brown eyes cursing herself when she realised she would never or at leasf any time soon be over the 'silly' little crush on Mattheo.

Mattheo smiled at hed as he turned her over.

"Why are you avoiding me princes?" He asked.

Truth be told she didnt know, she thought maybe cause she was mad but now she realised that she avoided him to avoid her feelings.

"I-um well you see- i um was just, we really gotta start this project " she spoke as she tried walking away again.

She knew she had to get out herself as they were in the locked session where she begged to be let in.

"Nuh uh" he said going closer to her as she felt the pool in her underwear.

"Matt"

"Hmm?" He asked

She gasped grabing on to his upper arms when she felt his fingers dance on her inner thigh.

She followed his movements with her eyes as he got on his knees a smirk on his face whike he looks up at her.

She moved her hand to his shoudler on to be stoped as he grabed her hands placing them next to her.

He lifted her skirt a little before pulling her white laced panties down he looked at them amd examened how she looked as he tucked her skirt up by the belt so it wouldnt fall.

Y/n felt small under him as she tried to cover herself ip suddenly feeling shy and insecure.

He sighed and closed his eyes before getting up looking at her.

"Turn around" he said and she did while Mattheo took his tie off placing both her hands behind her back and tying them together before turning her around.

He looked at her, looking at her blouse.

"Can i?" He asked and she nodded " use your words"

"Yes" with that he began undoing her blouse the non stap white bra caught his attention as he pulled her shirt off till her wrists.

Her hands behind her made her chest pop out as he undid her bra it falling on the ground.

He kissed her roughly before pulling back and steping away from her looking at her.

He had imagened this a thousand times.

Her hair neat, hed lipstick speared, going lower her chest bare, nipples perked up as hed hand were tied behind her back.

The bottom of her skirt was tucked at the waistband of her skirt revieling her freshly shaved pussy, as her juices made it glossy, some even driping down her legs as she stood in her black heels that didnt make her even close to be his height.

He steped closer his hands going to her hips as he moved closer to her.

"I may or may not have scared the boys away cause ive been madly in love witj you for the past 3 years" he whispered as she looked up at him.

"I-"

"Dont say anything, let me show you what no other man can do for you" he said falling to his knees slaping hee thighs lightly for her to open her legs and with no second thought his mouth was on her clit, sucking and licking as his fingeres toyed with hed folds.

After few minutes after he felt her legs shake he got up inserting 2 fingers in her entrance, kissing her roughly as he held her up.

He felt her juices leak in his hands the white mixture of her pleasure on his fingers when he pulled them out, stoping the kiss.

He ran the cum covered fingers over her lips before bringing her to her knees before placing the fingeres into her mouth and ordering her to suck.

The sight was unbearable, her lips around his fingers her doe eyes looking up at him, her legs spread by his feet while shw mindlesly tried do rub against air needing more.

He chucklsd as he looked at her, her drool driping on her chest, her masscera stained, her lipstic as well while she mindlesly sucked on his fingers, her legs spread as she was desprate to get more so she rubed against air.

He pulled his fingers out, pulling her hair back as he squated ths same level as her.

"Did you plan on getting fucked, i mean you look so pathetic, like a whore" he said " but dont worry darling, ill take care of you, you are mine afterall, do you want more" he asked.

She right away said yes, making him chuckle as he lifted her up a little while getting the book he previously had in hand placing it under her cunt.

"Do your work, princess" he didnt have to say it even as the minute she felf something on hed clit she rubbed in no time the book was coated in white fluid as Mattheo kissed her thsi time gently while untying her hands

He pulled her fo him, using his wand to teleport them away to her dorm, him laying her down.

"I love you, my good girl" he said.

"I love you too"

THE NEXT DAY

"You wanna go out" a random boy asked her again.

"No, i have a boyfriend" she said loud enough to catch Mattheos attention as she kept an eye contact with him.

"Girll, tell-"

"Dont you see" Pansy cut Astoria off showing that the girl was looking at Mattheo.

[4ngelv4l]

CHIKIBBYS — 📵

Author notes !!

- Sorry for not updating, I’ll be honest I kinda forgot to post this 😿

- Also, Yuki is a mother of two and choso is the dad guys

- Jay is friends with y/n and Maddie is y/ns cousin!!

- Maddie and Mai are dating

- btw y/n made toges username 😭

- Maddie dad/ y/ns uncle is Argentina !

[darkestspring]

I’m thinking a bit of the beginning of their relationship. I’m a such a sucker for childhood friends to lovers, so bear with me. She’s the daughter of a smaller lord who managed to get on Visenya’s good side. So he brings his daughter to court when she’s still a child and she and Maegor meet and she has a cute little crush on the handsome young prince. They become friends somehow, even though they seem to be polar opposites, Visenya notices her son becoming quite fond of this sweet girl. She starts out suspicious, her son was a valuable hand in marriage for anyone, it wouldn’t be a crazy idea for lords to send their daughters to get close to him. But she starts becoming fond of the girl like her son had, to the point where she worried a bit. The girl was very sweet, kind and timid, and far too innocent for the capital. So she keeps an eye out for her.

Maegor isn’t quite sure what he’s feeling, why he wants to be around her, why he feels so territorial, or why he fights twice as hard when she’s watching him train. They begin getting closer, confiding in one another. It takes him a while to realise he’s falling hard for this girl. She on the other hand, is content in loving him from afar. She couldn’t possibly imagine her friend returning her feelings and besides, he’s a prince and would no doubt wed a highborn lady of a big house, certainly not her. She’s bracing herself for the heartbreak of that day, but for now, she’s just happy to spend time with him.

Visenya definitely noticed both of their feelings, because she knows her son and has eyes. So she’s not at all surprised when Maegor comes to her to ask for the girl’s hand. She’s already looked into her family, who were trustworthy in intentions, so she gives Maegor her blessing to ask her. The sweet girl however was extremely surprised, convinced this must be some realistic dream she’s having. It’s not until Maegor steals a small kiss from her that she realises it’s all real. Her family is worried. They had hoped she would find a husband in court of similar status to them, as the young prince was known for his cruelty and love of violence. How could they hand their sweet girl to him? It’s not like they could say no, but their daughter convinces them after confessing to her own feelings. After the two become engaged, Visenya welcomes her warmly, telling her she wished to know her future good daughter better, telling her that Maegor has been telling her to rush the wedding, and laughing. She turns to him asking him why the rush, in pure confusion. Maegor smirking, because oh how sweet darling was too innocent. He can’t wait to ruin that.

Btw I’m not that great at writing Y/Ns, so I’m sorry if they feel too oc-like.🍼

No, I love this so much!!!!

[avalil18]

Party Animal

Summary: you and Joe meet at a party!

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Y/ns POV

I was getting ready in my bathroom when my friend Ruby walked in. She was wearing a ruby red mini dress with boots and her ginger hair was straightened. Straightening your hair is a big thing these days in 2017. I think she straightens it like every day but it’s ok. I on the other hand am wearing a black mini dress that was short sleeve and a jean jacket with my white converse. My hair was also straightened but I put my front two pieces up and into little clips. I was just putting on some last minute touches to my makeup.

“Hey! Who’s ready to party!”-Ruby

I looked at her through the mirror

“Well I know you are!”-you

“Oh come on y/n it’s going to be so much fun! And there will be so many hot boys! I’m definitely getting laid tonight!”-Ruby

I turned around and chuckled

“Ruby I thought you had a thing going on with Nick?”-you

“Well yeah I was, but him and his friends are apart of our friend group and that will make it weird between us. Also I can find someone way cuter than Nick.”-Ruby

“If you say so!”-you

I turned back around to finish my makeup

“So, I know you have a thing for Joe, so maybe try to make a move tonight!”-Ruby

“Are you kidding? No way, I’m not doing that!”-you

“Oh come on y/n, you’ve had a crush on him ever since we all met last year. It’s the start of the new school year so that means you should start somewhere with someone! Start a new chapter in your boring life!”-Ruby

I put my blush down and faced Ruby

“I know, I know, but he probably doesn’t have feelings for me and I don’t have a boring life Btw.”-You

“Y/n are you kidding? Have you seen the way he looks at you? He likes you y/n!”-Ruby

“Ruby, you can’t tell if someone likes you just because of the way they look at you.”-you

“Yes you can! But whatever, just try to have fun tonight!”-Ruby

“I will, I promise!”-you

“Good! Now let’s party!”-Ruby

She took my hand and led me out of my room and to the front door. We are going to Nick and Joes house which they share with a few other guys and they are the ones hosting the party. The drive wasn’t too bad, only 10 minutes. There house is where all the parties are and all group hangouts. I honestly wasn’t really in the mood to party. I just took a really big Writing test and not in the mood to party it all out. I just wanted to sit on the couch eating ice cream and watching The Bachelor.

After the ten minute car ride we hopped out of the car and into the boys house. Once we walked in it was filled with students. Most of them were in the backyard and some inside.

“Hey guys!”-Sam

“Hi Sam!”- you and Ruby

“Come on in! Let me get you guys a drink.”- Sam

We headed over to there kitchen were there was an arrangement of alcohol.

“Here ya go!”-Sam

“Thanks.”-you

He handed me a beer which I wasn’t a big fan of but I will drink it. More of a wine or spicy margarita person. Ruby went her own way so I was left alone. I made some small talk with people on my classes but they went there separate ways after a while so it was just me.

“Hey y/n!”-Nick

“Oh, hi Nick!”-you

He came in to hug me

“Hey, do you mind going into joes room and getting some extra cups? That’s where we put them.”-Nick

“Oh, sure!”-you

“Thanks y/n! Just put it in them kitchen.”-Nick

“Ok!”-you

I started walking into the hallway and to Joes room. I knocked on the hard wood door and opened it. I don’t see Joe was on his bed playing with a Football.

“Oh jeez, you scared me!”- you

“Haha, sorry y/n.”-joe

“It’s ok!”-you

I stood there for a second fidgeting with my cup of beer in my hand.

“What are you doing in your room when there’s a party going on?”-you chuckled

“Not a big party person.”-joe

“Understandable.”-you

“I just came to get the cups and I will be out of your way.”-you

I reached down to get the big package of red solo cups.

“It’s ok! Dont worry.”-joe

We smiled at each other but then all of a sudden the door opened.

“Hey sorry, but I can take those of you want!”- Justin

“Oh uh, yeah thanks!”-you

“You’re welcome!”- Justin

I handed him the bag

“Bye guys”- Justin

“Bye!”-you and Joe

He closed the door

“Well I guess my job is done!”-you

“I guess so!”-joe chuckled

“So uh, are you just going to be in your room the whole time joe?”-you

“Yeah, I don’t really feel like going out there right now.”-joe

I nodded

“I honestly didn’t really want to come. I just wanted to stay on my couch eating ice cream and watching the Bachelor.”-you laughed

Joe laughed

“Not a party person either?”-joe

I shook my head

“I feel ya!”-joe

We both laughed

“I’ve never been in your room before!”-you

“Really? You come over all the time!”-joe

“Haha yeah.”-you

I walked over to his desk and saw that he got a bad grade on his writing exam.

“Joe! Why did you get such a bad grade? Seriously a D?”-you

“I know, I know, but I couldn’t study because I was having football practice really late and I was at an away game so I never got time to study.”-joe

“Well how about I help you!”-you

“Really? You want to tutor me?”-joe

“Only if you want me to, and if your grade keeps lowering you will get cut from the football team and i know you don’t want that.”-you

“Yeah I really don’t. But I think I will take you up on that offer!”-joe

“Great! You can text me when you are free and we can meet up sometime next week!”-you

“Sounds great! Thanks y/n, truly.”-joe

“Of course!”-you

I just stood there staring into joes eyes

“Um, well I’m going to head back out there.”-you

“Yeah, uh you know what I will go to!”-joe

“Really! I thought you weren’t a party kinda guy!”-you

“Well things change y/n!”-joe

“Well then let’s go party boy!”-you

I opened the door and Joe followed me out

“Let’s get you a drink! Not to much I promise!”-you

“Ok!”-joe

You get him a beer and hand it to him

“Here ya go!”-you

“Thanks”-joe

He pops the bottle open and he looks so hot

“So, uh how’s football going?”-you

He looks at me with a small smile

“It’s going good! I just wish I got more play time.”-joe

“I’ve seen you play Joe and you honestly deserve to be QB1.”-you

He gives me a smirk

“Seriously Joe! You are an amazing QB and deserve to be on a team were you can show people what you got.”-you

“Thanks y/n, that means a lot to me.”-joe

“Of course! Because it’s true.”-you

After a few moments of silence and joe and I just standing there watching the party happen our friends came over.

“Hey guys!”- Nick, Sam, Justin, and Ruby

“Hi!”-joe and you

“So any hooks ups?”-ruby

“No..”-you

“Ugh, what about you Joe? Anyone you think is hot?”-ruby

“Um..yeah but I don’t want to make a move just yet.”-joe

Joe likes someone? Who? I’ve never really seen him talk to a lot of girls.

“Why don’t you make a move? Perfect place to do so!”-ruby

“Well, I don’t think she likes me back and I want to take things slow. Get to know when better.”-joe

“Aww that’s so sweet but I would make a move if I were you, but your choice!”-Ruby

“Yo, why haven’t we heard about this girl?”-nick

“Um.. I don’t know.”-joe

“Well is she hot?”-justin

“Yeah I think she’s pretty gorgeous.”-joe

He then looked down at me. Why did he look down at me? But I gave him a small smile trying to hide my jealousy. I don’t want to be that person but I like Joe and it’s hard to see your crush like someone else.

“Damm man, good for you!”- Nick

“Thanks.”-joe chuckled

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It was around midnight when the party ended and Ruby and I decided to help clean up. Well I cleaned up. Ruby was passed out on the couch on nicks shoulder.

I was picking up the cups in the kitchen and putting it in a garbage bag when Joe came up behind me.

“Hey.”-joe

I turned around

“Hi!”-you

“I just want to say thanks for helping us clean up and for getting me out of my room. It was a fun night so thanks.”-Joe

“Of course! And you needed to get out of that room. You know have some fun for a minute, and I know you aren’t a big party animal or love to be social so it was nice you came out of your shell QB.”-you

I smiled at him and he gave an even bigger smile back.

“Haha yeah.”-joe

I turned around to pick up some more cups. The counter was a little wet from spilled drinks and liquor was everywhere.

“What to come take out the trash with me?”-joe

“I would be delighted.”-you laughed

We walked out and into the front yard to the garage cans.

“Here I got it!”-joe

He grabbed the garbage out of my hands and into the garbage can.

“Thanks.”-you

“Yep!”-joe

We stared walking back into the house

“So uh, tell me about this girl you like.”-you

“Well, she is really smart, kind, funny, and really pretty. She makes me feel comfortable and happy whenever I see her. I feel like she just has to be mine.”-joe

“Aww that’s so sweet! You should make a move on her Joe!”-you

“Really?”-joe

“Yeah! I’m sure it will make her really happy knowing our very own QB is making a move.”-you

“Yeah, I guess you are right.”-Joe

Next thing I know Joe has my face cupped in his hands and he is kissing me. I couldn’t believe it. I thought he liked someone else.

“You said to make a move party girl, so I did.”-joe

“I can see that!”-you

We laughed

“I like you too Joey.”-you

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The end

I honestly didn’t really feel like writing more so here ya go!🩷

[ashplayz]

My Hazbin Hotel AU's

Hazbin hotel characters x Y/n

I had no motivation to write this. (Some are shorter than the others)

Warnings:

Some of the humor from hazbin hotel is clearly evident in this, some sexual references/jokes, mentions of drugs/alcohol. Mentions of Angels assault. Mentions of injury, dismemberment torture and death. Some language. Implied yandere y/n.

Most if not all y/ns are female.

Fem y/n x Charlie:

Arranged marriage au, Charlie's parents basically bought y/n to wed her to Charlie. The reason behind this was a situation like stolas and Stella, to produce an Heir to the throne. (Y/n's family had a way for a female and a female to create an offspring btw..) Charlie's parents said they would have plenty of time to get to know each other before the marriage took place as y/n was moved into the hotel. This was all sprung on Charlie as she had previously not known anything about the engagement, but despite that she still tried to be cool about it, despite y/n being more on the abrasive side, not being too happy about being sold to some preppy princess. Charlie made many attempts to form a relationship with y/n but it didn't go very far.. Y/n was cold towards Charlie and as a result that led to a feud between y/n and vaggie. But who knows maybe someday they'd be happy to be wed

Fem Y/n x Vaggie:

Y/n came to the hotel claiming to be looking for 'redemption' but in reality she was just looking for a way into heaven so she could make them pay for exileing her, she was once an angel that fell. Her and vaggie didn't get along but y/n was always just mildly flirting with her to mess with her. One day Vaggie and Alastor got into a fight and y/n stepped in before Vaggie could get hurt too badly y/n took a serious blow in the process. Vaggie yelled at y/n asking why she'd do something so stupid. To which y/n replied that she'd love her regardless of her hatred towards her. The only thing vaggie did in return was pull y/n in for a kiss. Cussing her out later.

Alastor x Fem Goishaia- Y/n:

Y/n was the secret love child of Blitzo and Stolas, locked away from prying eyes for her whole life considering that if anyone had found out about the scandal the people would not be happy. But y/n eventually left, deciding to join a random circle of hell and it eventually led her to the hazbin hotel and well alastor. He'd never felt the way he felt about her about anyone. Maybe it was because of how much like Charlie she had the power to be a foe that he certainly didn't want, yet chose not to use that power. Y/n made it very clear that she didn't much care for alastor. And rejected his advances a few times before she had viewed them as admiral. She originally thought he was just after her crown but she began to question that. As for how the two of them start dating he saved her from an exterminator. Despite the risk to him.

Cheri bomb x fem blind overlord:

Cheri went to war with turf leaders often, not so much overlords but there's a first for everything. Cheri had heard rumors that y/n was blind. But she certainly didn't seem like it seeing as she was one of the most skilled fighters Cheri has ever fought. Things however got complicated between the two an 'I try to save you, you try to save me' situation occurred due to the entrance of some new turf leaders and quickly going from enemies to friends and eventually to lovers. Cheri soon learned that y/n was blind but had a 3rd eye and considering how each of you had one working eye a lot of lame eye jocks from her.

Angel Dust x non binary Y/n (they/them pronouns)

Y/n worked for the IMP and was hired to assassinate Valintono. So y/n went to that circle of hell undercover. They had to pose as someone that wanted to screw Valentino y/n found it pathetic how he was so quick to let them in, definitely letting his second head make his decisions.. 🙄😏 when y/n wasn't round the clock dealing with Val they found themselves wandering through the club prepared to take out any demon that so much looked at them wrong. But when a slightly tipsy off the clock angel dust came onto them asking for a dance y/n didn't protest. Feeling a certain way about this soft, problematic seeming demon. But oh boy they really had no idea what they were getting themselves into. After that night angel dust couldn't get this 'mysterious stranger' that he had danced with out of his head, and y/n certainly didn't stop thinking about him. But when Valentino practically bragged about assaulting angel dust y/n absolutely lost it. In order to kill him they had been given an angelic weapon. Y/n definitely let their emotions cloud their judgment and blew their cover getting hurt severely As a result but in the end y/n was the one still standing. Val well.. he didn't have the legs to stand on when she was done. Vox and velvet had happened to walk in on this carnage neither of them remembering the last time they'd seen such a graphic scene (even considering they were quite literally in hell) y/n told them to scatter his pieces all throughout hell, and not to try to put him back together or they'd be next. After that y/n showed up at angels door. Covered in blood (both theirs and Vals) injured and holding Vals heart sunglasses they were broken and covered in blood. Y/n collapsed into an angel's arms. I don't really need to explain how the relationship took off after that point.

Husk x Fem hellhound Y/n:

Y/n didn't necessarily think redemption was an option for those born in hell but she was really out of options so she joined the hasbin hotel. Y/n immediately felt drawn to husk and while she was calm and collected she was tough and wasn't afraid to call husk out on his shit. She was the first person he opened up to about his past and his pains and how he claimed to have lost the ability to feel any positive emotions without drowning his sorrows in cheap booze. And let's just say he was the first to catch feelings. (I didn't have a whole lot for this one)

Nifty x fem retired turf war leader:

(again I don't have a whole lot on this one either) y/n had some regrets about the carnage she had caused as a turf leader, and had certainly hoped redemption was possible. Y/n and nifty were a very unlikely pair considering how they were both wildly different. They seemed to clash quite a bit and yet they strangely got along. Even making a redemption pact together stating that if one of you got to go to heaven you'd go together (personally I find it will be really easy to redeem nifty)

Sir pentious x fem turf war leader y/n:

(Narrator being a pest- "everyone's watching us, so baby let's keep it secret. A little bit scandalous-)(I'm done :) so basically a secret relationship between y/n and Pentious where they are supposed to hate each other because they are opposing turf war leaders. But are secretly a couple, y/n isn't ready to go public about the relationship so they have to pretend to battle it out for the camera but things are completely different without the cameras rolling.

Sir pentious: "OH MY STARS, BABY DID I HURT YOU!?" Something he'd cry out a lot after each 'fight'

Katie killJoy x fem fallen angel:

(Okay so I have seen a fanfiction on her with a fallen angel before but it wasn't really love.. mine is, even if it's unrealistic) Katie was the first person y/n met upon falling to hell. And their opposite nature's are what drove them to fall for each other. Y/n was good which Katie found boring/irritating with most but.. some but not her.. as for y/n she liked her personality considering everything in heaven was toothrotingly sweet Katie brought out the worst in her. But seeing at the light was what drove Katie to y/n. So Katie toned down her cruel nature as well as she could around y/n. (Except for with ,no with y/n and Katie he's always the butt of the joke- also Katie is very protective of y/n especially around Tom.

Vox x Fem overlord y/n:

Y/n was almost exactly like alastor in the sense of power and personality. If she wanted something she would get it, and that something happened to be Vox. Y/n came across as a patient level-headed person so when her blood boiled for the way Valentino treated Vox when they were supposed to be partners. So when Vox walked in on y/n torturing Val he had to admit he was afraid, something that was rare for him. Even when subjected to vals abuse he wasn't afraid, but that was because he knew Val but y/n was completely unpredictable and that was unnerving. Y/n knew she didn't own Vox but said she could if she wanted to, she had the power to interfere with his online connection. And she's a bit of an asshole sometimes, changing his passwords with a snap of her finger.

Y/n: "I changed all your passwords, good luck trying to solve em" (y/n says teasingly)

Vox: "What do you want from me!?" (He exclaims irritability)

Y/n:..."What are you willing to do?~" 😘

Rosie x fem exterminator y/n:

The exterminator closed in on Rosie; it had overpowered her Rosie gave it a fearful yet daring look. Rosie: "Well then. Get it over with" She challenged but to her surprise the thing had frozen. And started.. glitching..? Well it glitches enough to reveal the person behind it..a girl with beautiful eyes who was clearly trying to stop herself from killing her. And the resistance was clearly causing unimaginable pain, as tears of blood stained into the girl's skin. And the screams of pain the girl let out filled rosies entire being with dread.. there was a blinding light and the next thing this girl laid unconscious and broken on the floor. When the girl woke up she told Rosie her name and what the punishment for failing at her purpose would be..when Rosie asked why she didn't just kill her.

Y/n: "I will not spill the blood of someone as beautiful as you" this had made Rosie so adamant on protecting her.

And I'm done! That is until I know a bit more about some other characters. I will not be writing a romantic prompt for Valentino, he can just be the punching bag. 👿

Something I am open to is someone taking my aus and making a story out of them, as long as you tag me and give me credit for the au.

[magicshopaholic]

I just read your reply, just so you know these interactions always make me giddy. 

I thought I should inform you of something that just happened that you might find funny…….. This is a bit long so I am sorry.... Basically a drabble at this point.....😫

I daydream a lot these days, so my current storyline is producer Dalia dating childhood bestie mingyu from seventeen. Random name, but I call all Y/Ns in my mind or fics that atm because I don’t want it to be me lol. In a month or two I’ll find a different name. But the story always has a life of its own and Dalia ends up on side quests. 

So since she’s friends with Namjoon and Yoongi (because of course she is, met them during producer events cause she’s a fucking G), she’s met Kaya when she was on a trip to SK and they’ve bonded over her research and Dalia’s work to improve gender issues in her country (lol I dream big, Dalia would apparently be top 5 richest producers there if she didn’t spend so much money on social causes hahah imagine. I have extensive storylines of all the social work she does like what?! This is supposed to be relaxing). 

Anyway, her and Miso are industry friends and go way back to the beginning of their careers. Miso is soft with Dalia because Dalia is of course irrationally amazing and everyone loves her because I am Projecting my desires ok?! And they both have a dark sense of humour and are sarcastic but they protect and defend each other against anyone. 

And yoongi is like huh this is unlike her, I’ve not seen this side of her, maybe there’s more to her than I thought since she’s friends with my friend Dalia (I’m laughing to myself, this is ridiculous). And then Dalia introduces them two (Kaya & Miso) at her house for an evening of takeaway and beer. Kaya is introduced as her friend from her time in London since it’s not her secret to tell about Kaya x NJ lol. 

THEN Dalia and Mingyu (he’s back finally I forgot this was a romance) go for a dinner party at namjoons with kaya and jk and Lia because why not. And all the ladies get along amazingly because they’re all bad bitches, confident and intelligent and just fucking amazing of course. 

I just found this so funny. I wasn’t planning on adding them in, my brain just kinda took over and next thing you know I’ve just spent half and hour dreaming about a girls night bonding over how fucking amazing all three of them are in their own ways. 

I just thought I’d share since I’m creating a fan fic of your universe lol. 

This is making me laugh, not me making fics on platonic female friendships and the work against patriarchy and capitalism…… in YOUR universe. This is like 5% of the detail my brain created at 3am this past week.

Okay firstly fuckkkkkkk. you really daydream about my characters? *Ross's sandwich voiceover* MY CHARACTERS?? I'm so fucking honoured, you have no idea.

And btw, hard relate on the extensive-universe-scenarios-with-named-characters because how do you think the idolverse started out? If you ever decide to write this stuff, I'll be your biggest cheerleader <3

Deep-diving into the characters: of course she bonds with Kaya because everyone bonds with Kaya - Kaya is one hundred percent that girl. Given the shit she's been through, she would be so on board with this project.

Miso will surprise Yoongi in many ways so why shouldn't this be one of them? Dalia also keeping NamjoonxKaya a secret - my heart

I have to be honest - I listen to SVT's music sometimes but I'm not into them enough to know the different members and their personalities so I did have to Google Mingyu. Bro seems solid.

Not Namjoon hosting a dinner party in his beautiful apartment :') Kaya would send him to fetch the liquor and leave her alone in the house because she loves cooking and he's a disaster. The girls would get along (I don't want to spoil anything regarding what will happen in my universe but in yours, I see it.)

I looooove this sm; it's so wonderful that you can picture the different girls so vividly and imagine them outside of my fics. Absolutely loved this <3

[asskickedbygirl]

Hello! Could I get a Steve o x fem reader friends to lovers smut where he and the reader grew up in the same town and used to be rlly close besties. Y/N rlly liked him but didn’t know how to tell him and she kinda gave up when he left the state to pursue his jackass career. They hadn’t talked in a while but Steve came back to town and they hand out in Y/Ns bedroom, get a lil drunk, eventually confess their love for each other and have passionate sex

I know this is specific I’ve thought about this a lot 💀

For the first time, again [Steve-o x F!Reader]

gif @rhetter

Desc: Your teenage years were mostly spent hanging out with (and fancying) a rowdy American kid called Steve. That is until he moved back to the US and became a big MTV star. Once he returned to London for a while, you realised you may get to relight the spark that was once there.

A/n: Ok, ok, I know you said state but I decided to make this accurate to his life because I know an absurd amount about Steve-o. Also don’t cringe at the british slang I’m irish so it’s at least a little bit accurate. Hope you still enjoy!!! Awesome request btw

Warnings: Smut (18+), Alcohol, Smoking, p in v

4.2k words

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You always imagined losing your virginity to Steve. He was your weird neighbour that went to the posh private American school down the road. You always thought he was kind of cute but never had the balls to speak to him. That was until you stumbled home drunk from a house party one night when you were sixteen and spotted him outside his house, smoking a fag. Your drunken courage urged you to ask him for a puff. You walked up his steps wordlessly, him looking at you like you had two heads. “Can I bum some of that off you?” You pointed to his cigarette and he handed it to you silently. You took a long drag and exhaled. You introduced yourself and he replied with his name too, Steve. You nodded, “American.” He laughed at the bluntness. “That’s right.” You handed the fag back to him. “How d’ya like London?” He shrugged, “I’ve lived here three years now so, it’s cool I guess.” You chewed your lip. “I don’t want to go to bed yet and my parents are asleep so they won’t notice if I’m back late.” Steve smirked, waiting to see where you were going with this. “Do you want to go for a walk or something?” It had to be 1am at this point, but Steve smiled, “Sure.”

That night you spent hours walking around the streets where you lived, talking and laughing with your estranged neighbour. He brought his skateboard with him, such an american thing, and taught you how to ride it. You were pretty shit at it, partly because of your intoxication and partly because you just had a terrible balance. He was good, showing off some tricks, no doubt trying to impress you. You found out a lot about him. His parents were uber rich, of course, and he had lived in a bunch of different countries before he moved to the UK for secondary school. He was sixteen like you and was actually really funny. Your only impression of him was the kid who smoked outside his house late at night and skated around town. You were glad to have this night of breaking the ice even if you were kind of tipsy but the cold sobered you up and you realised you might be forming a crush on this kid. You walked home at 6am, before your parents could wake up and notice your absence. You didn’t kiss or anything though there was a bit of an awkward tension that left a lot open. Alas, you said your good nights and headed inside.

After this night, you started hanging out with Steve a lot. He always came up to your bedroom and listened to your records, him playing some stupid Mötley Crue ones you made fun of him for. He bragged about some elaborate story of how he met them, making you laugh. He was a very outgoing kid you found out and eventually you started bringing him along to the house parties you were invited to. He was a hit amongst your friends, he could chug beers like no tomorrow and would start doing ridiculous stunts and tricks to make everyone laugh. Girls were lining up asking if you guys were together but through gritted teeth you told them no. He snogged your friends as you sat and watched from the corner, unable to say a word. He started bringing you to the posh american parties, his friends attempting to flirt with you in their weird american ways. You shut them down, insisting you had a boyfriend. You felt like such a loser when he was getting with all these girls and you sat by waiting for him to come around, but he never did.

Once your friends started talking about shagging boys and losing their virginities you only had one person on your mind. Of course it was Steve, he was the perfect candidate! He was cute and you really fancied him, you were already comfortable with him. He basically lived in your room, as well as you living in his. You thought about it quite a bit, even mustered up a plan to ask him. There was a party on that weekend and you decided you were going to confess to him there that you liked him. You had been best friends for over a year at that point and almost all of your friends had had sex. You knew Steve hadn’t, he told you all about the girls he got with, even though it killed you, not that he noticed. He was pretty clueless in that department and you knew the only way he’d figure out you fancied him is if you just told him straight up. So it was decided, Saturday was the night you were to tell him.

The night rolled around and you were drinking in the kitchen, taking shots for courage and shooing off any guys that tried to talk to you. It occurred to you that you hadn’t seen Steve in a while and once you decided you were tipsy enough to let it spill you went looking for him. “Has anyone seen Steve?” You asked to every person you saw, they all shook their heads except one who mentioned they saw him go upstairs. You thanked them and headed up, opening all the doors and calling out his name. You turned the final door knob, “Ste-“. Your stomach dropped when you saw what was inside. Steve had his shirt off and was on top of your friend, Hannah, under the covers. Steve spun his head around but before you could see his expression you shouted “Sorry!” and slammed the door. Your head was reeling, the alcohol hitting you like a tonne of bricks, or else it was just the pure shock. You ran to the nearest bathroom and threw up in the toilet. You felt hot tears started to form in your eyes and knew you had to get out of there. You stormed out of the house, informing the host you just felt sick and needed to go home.

Once you got home you cried on the floor of your room, feeling so unbelievably stupid. All this time Steve showed almost no signs of interest in you, always talking about other girls who were much prettier than you. Why on earth would he want to have sex with you? You took your makeup off and crawled into bed after about an hour of sobbing when you heard taps at your window. You pulled the curtains open and looked outside. Steve was stood below, a huge grin on his face. He was throwing rocks at your window, something he often did when he wanted to come up late at night. You put on a fake smile to hide your upset and gestured that you’d be one minute. You desperately tried to cover up any signs that you had been crying in your mirror before heading downstairs to let him in.

Steve sat on your bedroom floor as you remained on your bed. He was completely radiant, talking animatedly about how he’d just lost his virginity. You apologised for walking in but he brushed you off, insisting it was fine. He was so happy, completely clueless that you were absolutely crushed, despite being a few metres away from him. “Hannah’s so hot too, god this was just the best night ever.” You faked your best smile, “I’m glad you had a good time.” Steve got up and hugged you tightly, not sensing how awkward and stiff you were being. “Sorry you had to go home, I missed you tonight.” You nodded, “Yeah, just wasn’t feeling the best.” Steve left a little while later, a practical skip in his step when heading out. You decided then and there that you were going to give up. Steve didn’t like you and that was final, you were to swallow any urges you once had and get over it.

This worked out fairly well for you, another year had passed and you and Steve were still best friends. Hannah was his girlfriend now and you both got on well. Hannah had no idea about your old crush on Steve so you never held anything against her. You still spent nights listening to records and watching stupid slashers and horror b movies. Nothing much had changed though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t still have feelings for Steve. Sometimes you’d stare at him for a prolonged amount of time, or leave accidental lasting touches. He, of course, didn’t think of these gestures as anything more than friendly but you knew your heart still felt for him. Graduation was nearing and Steve started acting a little different. When you confronted him about his awkward behaviour whenever you brought up leaving school he finally confessed. Steve told you he was going to move back to the US after he graduated and go live with his sister in Florida. Your heart sank like an anchor. “You’re leaving?!” He looked at you apologetically, great sadness in his eyes. You shook your head, “You can’t leave! What about our plans? We were supposed to get a flat and, and work in the pub!” Steve stopped your rambling and hugged you tightly. You were shocked, tears falling down your cheeks silently. You gave up and hugged him back, burying your face into his neck, letting the waterworks start. “You can’t leave.” You repeated in a whisper. He shushed you and rubbed your head, tears falling down his cheeks too. “I’ll see you again.”

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Almost ten years had passed since Steve left for the States and a lot had changed. You were living in a flat nearby to where you grew up and were working in a dull office job. Meanwhile, Steve was now going by Steve-o and was a famous MTV star, making a name for himself by being a total ‘jackass’. You hadn’t been in contact with Steve for years after he stopped calling. Well you hadn’t called either so I guess it was a fault on both parts. You came across him again while channel flicking on a random Sunday. Seeing the boy who used to sit on your bedroom floor every night drinking a goldfish and throwing it back up almost sent you into cardiac arrest. However it didn’t much surprise you that Steve managed to make a career out of doing the most idiotic stuff possible. You weren’t sure if you should call him or not but figured the number would no longer be his. There was no way he was still living in Florida what with this new found fame. Instead you opted to tuning in every Sunday to see your old best friend hurt himself in dumb ways.

Less than a year later you were in your local pub, having drinks with your old friends. It was your round next and so you went up to the bar to order for everyone. “Well, well, well.” You heard a familiar american voice say behind you. You spun around quickly, and there he was in all his glory. Stephen Fucking Glover. “Steve!” You shouted, lurching forward and bringing your old friend in for a tight hug. You were beaming from ear to ear, pulling away to take him in. “Or should I say Steve-o?!” he laughed. You shook your head in disbelief, “What are you doing back in London?! When did you fly in?” He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Last night, I’m here filming for-“ “Jackass!” You cut him off, holding his shoulders and smiling brightly. “You watch it?” Steve asked, slightly shocked. You nodded enthusiastically, “I tune in every Sunday for you! You’re fucking famous now!” You bashed his arm playfully. “I always knew you’d be famous for doing something stupid.” He smiled knowingly, nodding his head. “Well I’m here with some of the guys from the show if you wanna say hi.” Your eyes widened and you grinned.

You pointed Steve out to your friends as you were lead through the pub to where his friends were and they all gasped, you gesturing them over. Steve introduced you to the star of the show, Johnny Knoxville who shook your hand and called you sweetheart. You blushed at his attempt to flatter you, (it worked) but you figured one of your friends would flirt with him for the night instead, your only interest being catching up with your long lost best friend. Next Chris Pontius flashed his familiar smile at you and Jeff Tremaine nodded and smiled politely in your direction. There were a couple of other members of the crew with them. Steve told you they’d be filming there for the next week but before he could give you more information, your friends welcomed Steve and brought him in for a big hug. He was the major event at all of your teen parties anyhow.

You spent the night sharing a table with Steve’s Jackass friends who were more than happy to house some pretty girls you brought along. You didn’t care much to speak to the guys that were on your TV every weekend and instead talked to Steve the whole time about everything he’d been up to since he left for Florida. He told you about big brother magazine and clown school and eventually how he ended up on international television flipping onto elephant shit. When it got to talking about your life since, it became a bit bleak. You had a good job and a decent flat and were still in touch with your old friends, but you felt so inconsequential compared to what Steve made of himself. “I’m just so proud of you.” You spoke from your heart, Steve blushing and thanking you. Time went by fast when you were reminiscing and catching up with an old friend and eventually the pub was closing. The rest of the gang were going to head back to the hotel they were staying at to prolong the party a little longer but the idea didn’t appeal to you. “Hey Steve, my parents are away right now and I know where they hide their spare key… how bout it? For old times sake?” Steve flashed you the smile you waited so long to see again and so you spilt from the group, despite being the glue that actually held the two together but they already seemed pretty acquainted. You waved them off and headed in the direction of your old houses on foot, you were at the pub you used to go to in your teen years after all.

The whole walk you reminisced on all the good memories, you pointing to the corner Steve taught you how to skate in the night you first spoke and him pointing out a bin you threw up in after a night out. You laughed and smiled, swearing you hadn’t grinned that wide since he left in the first place. Steve stood silently once you got to your house, placing his hand on the brick wall that split your gardens apart. Another family had moved in since Steve’s parents returned to the US and it all seemed pretty bittersweet, the nostalgia. You fished the spare key out of a plant pot and got to work unlocking the door. You let Steve in and followed after him. “God it all looks so different.” Steve touched your parent’s walls, admiring all the new pictures that decorated it, some childhood ones still remaining. He smiled sweetly before heading up the stairs. When you let him into your old bedroom he sighed, “Now this is exactly how I remember it.” You laughed and nodded. You didn’t touch any of your posters or records after Steve left, with you going to Uni and all. He sat on your bedroom floor and started flicking through your records again, well the ones you left behind. “Where’s all the Mötley Crue I left you?!” Steve couldn’t bring all of his records with him to Florida so handed you down all of his old ones, not that you particularly wanted them or anything. “They’re at my flat.” Sure you weren’t the biggest Mötley Crue fan, and Steve knew that, you just kept them because they reminded you of him. Steve turned around and gave you a knowing smile. “You know you don’t have to sit on my floor anymore, something tells me you’re too old for that now.” You gestured for Steve to sit with you on the bed before heading downstairs to rob some of your Dad’s beers. “Now it’s really the good old days!” He laughed when you handed him a can of lager.

The two of you drank beer after beer, still laughing and talking into the night. It was 3am now and you were drunker than earlier, feeling a bit risky. Steve was reminding you of all the stupid stunts he did to impress your crowd, confirming he had hardly changed since those days. Then he launched into stories of girls, saying it was funny to see your old friends at the pub seeing as he had snogged all of them. You bit back a laugh and shook your head. “What?” Steve asked, a little confused at your smirking. “No, no, it’s nothing.” Steve shook his head, moving closer to you on the bed. “What’s so funny?” You let your drunkenness take over. “You remember the night you lost your virginity to Hannah?” Steve narrowed his brows, trying to understand where you were going with this. “Well… yeah?” You downed the rest of your can anxiously. “That night, I was looking for you, that’s why I accidentally walked in.” Steve nodded but then shook his head, “I remember, but whats that got to do with anything?” You leaned in to whisper in Steve’s ear, “I was going to tell you I liked you that night.” You pulled away and plonked down on your bed, hiding your face in your hands and groaning in embarrassment. “What?!” Steve was bewildered, facing towards you and pushing you to tell him more. “I had this whole stupid plan, I was going to confess and then we’d head back to mine and take each other’s virginities or something. It’s humiliating I know.” Steve shook his head and pulled your hands away from your face, leaning over you and looking deep into you eyes. He spoke your name quietly, “If you had told me you liked me earlier, I would’ve dropped anyone for you.” Your cringe expression fell, your heart swelling and your cheeks turning scarlet. You sat up so Steve was still in front of you but so you weren’t in such an awkward position. “Are you serious?” Steve almost laughed, “I liked you the moment you asked to bum some of my cigarette. I just always thought you would never date someone like me.” You shook your head, “You got with every girl under the sun?” He smiled, “I only got with those girls to show you I was cool, the only girl I cared about was you.” You were in disbelief, shaking your head a little. “You wanted to lose your virginity to me?” He asked, his voice a low whisper. You nodded your head. “Well let’s do it.” You laughed, “Look Steve, I appreciate your romanticism but I have actually managed to have sex in the last decade.” He shook his head, a hint of a smile evident on his face. “No I mean let’s do it over, for the first time, again.” You looked at Steve so lovingly. It was beyond you that a guy like him could say something so profound and beautiful. But he was your Steve.

It didn’t take long for you to close the gap between the two of you, smashing your lips against his for the first time. Although you hadn’t done it before, and you hadn’t even seen him for almost ten years, it all felt natural. You moved together in sync, soft and slow, wanting to take it all in. You could taste the lager and cigarettes in his mouth but you didn’t care. You just needed him to touch you. You brought Steve’s hands to hold your waist, him then moving to lay you down to get on top of you. He held your face as you kissed, the tenderness causing you to whimper. You pulled away from the kiss to tear your shirt off and you pulled at Steve’s to do the same. For the first time, Steve revealed all his new idiotic tattoos you had only seen on screen. You would’ve laughed if the moment didn’t seem so important, instead brushing the pads of your fingers over the ink and continuing to kiss him. You could feel Steve’s hands move down to undo your jeans and yours moved down too to mess with his buckle. Once he zipped yours down, he helped you shimmy them off, leaving you in your underwear in front of your best friend. Steve moved up and kissed your breasts, fondling them gently. He came up to your face and kissed you some more while attempting to zip his jeans down. He pulled away to kick them off. He took his wallet out of his pocket and removed a condom. Your breath hitched, your teenage dream was coming true before your eyes, even if it was ten years late. “Can i take these off?” Steve whispered, hooking his fingers around the band of your panties and you nodded, helping kick them off as well. You crossed your legs in embarrassment for being so exposed but Steve kissed your knees, insisting it was okay and he could stop at any time. You bit your lip as Steve pulled his cock out of his boxers, removing them too. You had heard rumours that Steve had a big dick through word of mouth and… they weren’t half wrong. Steve kneeled up on your bed, slotting between your legs, putting the condom on. You reached around your back and unclasped your bra without him even having to ask. Steve sighed before even entering you, taking your image in. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to see you like this.” He whispers. “Me too.” You replied, unsure if that even made sense but you were too desperate for his touch to care.

Steve leaned over you and held his arm beside your head to support himself before pushing into you, slowly. You moaned at the sensation as Steve groaned, his breathing getting heavy already. After a moment of adjusting, Steve began thrusting at a steady pace. Your whimpers and whines becoming louder the faster he went. You couldn’t really believe Steve was having sex with you in your teen bedroom, a fantasy you hadn’t replayed in years. You know what they say, time makes the heart grow fonder and that rang true for you. Looking back, an awkward first time with Steve probably wouldn’t be half as enjoyable as it was now. You both knew what you were doing and the tipsiness heightened your senses. All that time apart seemed to manifest into the tenderness of the sex, like it was brewing up during those years. Your sounds were music to Steve’s ears, his heart swelling at the fact it was him making you do that. He kissed your neck softly and groaned into your ear as he came closer to the edge, your orgasm building with his. You brought Steve’s face back up and kissed him again, though it was hard now that you were moaning into his mouth. Soon enough, Steve began thrusting faster, his orgasm fast approaching as well as yours. His pants and grunts became quicker, in time with his movements, the speed causing you to grip onto his shoulders tightly. One more thrust and you were tumbling off, pleasure spreading through your whole body as you came, moaning Steve’s name as you did. You clenched around him sending Steve straight off the edge right after you. His hips stuttered and he grasped yours tightly, moaning properly as he finished.

You remained still for a moment, Steve still inside you, both of you trying to catch your breaths. Steve brushed your hair off your face and leaned in to kiss you again. “That was amazing.” He whispered, pulling away to kiss your face all over. You giggled, pushing Steve off of you. He pulled out and you both whimpered at the sensation. He dumped the condom in the bin and threw one of your old band t shirts at you along with an old pair of underwear you left behind. You muttered a thanks and put them on, Steve slipping his boxers back on to clamber into bed with you. He held you to his chest and kissed the top of your head sweetly. “So was that all you imagined it to be?” He asked, making you laugh. You turned your head and looked up at the boy you had dreamed of for years. “Better. Just a little late.” He laughed at that and planted a kiss to your temple. You drifted off in your teenage bedroom, your teenage dream holding you to his chest, all was well.

End.

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[areislol]

Ok now I’m brainrotting on the recent streamer au. Just imagine if reader is just extra smooth.

Like that part where Childe ask who the boyfriend is.

Reader: Oh, his name is Ajax…… hello…. Childe?

Childe.exe stopped working…

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And now I’m just imagining for Xiao…

Reader: I’ll send you his picture. Here.

Reader sent it in his dm. Xiao doesn’t want to see it. But then he got peer pressured and when he opened the message. It was him.

And he just fell to the floor. Out of embarrassment or disbelief or shock. No one knows. He just stayed there.

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For Kaeya… how do you beat a smooth talker?

is xiao okay though??? anyways, i love this idea!! I love it when people request bc i dont really have a lot of ideas but when you guys request things to me my brain just yk. btw.. is y/n really a "online friend" to them? please let me know if you want more characters added!! (kind of) PART 3 of: streamer! childe, xiao, kaeya x online friend! reader childe: recommend listening to: cake by the ocean - DNCE xiao: recommend listening to: still w/ u - jungkook kaeya: recommend listening to: 34 + 35 - ariana grande

streamer! childe x online friend! reader • childe had always had a crush on you, your voice, smile, personality made him infatuated with you. • so when u tell him that u have a bf, childe is devastated. • his face drops immediately and this man is absolutely bewildered??? • childe gives u a weird-ish smile and asks u "who's your boyfriend? his name?" • he just stares into your soul, kind of forcing you to spill out his name • "oh! his name is ajax, ajax's my boyfriends name" • childe made you repeat that, "ajax's my boyfriends name.. ajax's my boyfriends name.." • childe literally cant comprehend what you just said - but he knows that HIS name was in it. • childe freezes, it has to be a joke bc if u two WERE dating he would've been so happy abt it that he would talk abt it for hours on twitter and on his stream. if he was actually your bf, he would've remembered the EXACT moment you confessed or the other way around. • his mouth slightly parts, and he just stays like that, sitting on his chair and looking absolutely dumbfounded • "?? uhmm, ajax?? childe?? hellloooooo?" • you call out for childe but does he answer? most definenetly not. • your voice, the way you casually said his name as if he was your boyfriend, it sounded amazing. • he wants to hear u say that again, childe loved the way you said it • he wished that u would say that over and over again ;(( • since he can't hear you say that again, he would go onto twitch and find and watch the clips of you saying "ajax's my boyfriends name" • loops it • you chuckle at his state and tell everyone that you have to go eat dinner now so you leave the stream and leave childe and everyone there. • all his viewers and fans go crazy "OMG CHILDE UR Y/NS BF??" "CHILDE WHAT IS THIS???" "i knew it!!" "who would've known?" • probably finds edits of you saying that he's ur bf and then a zoom in slow mo with some cheesy song that goes along with it. • but does he mind? yes he does. no, he favourites them and saves them to his camera roll. • he probably teases u abt it "oooh, so am I ur bf y/n?? *wink wink*" "so now that we're bf and gf.. we should meet up and kiss." • "stfu childe let me farm pls.." • now that childe has mentioned it... should you meet up with him?

streamer! xiao x online friend! reader • xiao has a MASSIVE crush on you, he would do anything for you, he would drop everything he's carrying just to help you carry your stuff. • he's absolutely love struck <3 • as soon as u say that u have a bf, his happy and grinning face instantly turns sad and you could see how hurt he was. • you felt bad, but you remembered: just say that he's ur bf!! • "well, good for you. what's his name? i wont track him or anything." • you rolled your eyes at that statement, gosh when was xiao so overprotective? • you answered: "uhh i dont think he wants his name known. but i can send a picture!!" • (first of all what?? he doesn't want his name known but a picture of him is fine?? anyways..) • xiao just nods and shares the screen so his viewers could also see. • you giggle while sending the picture • when the picture finally loads everyone including xiao was SHOCKED • but xiao was even more shocked. • he sat there - mouth agape. • xiao freezes, he sort of tilts to the side and then FALLS. • you were worried at first but burst out laughing when he doesn't come back up. • everyone else was laughing too but was still worried, you called xiao's name and he didnt answer. • xiao laid there, on the floor - thinking about what you said and the picture, "my bf" *a pic of xiao* • you giggle while telling everybody that you had to go sleep now, everyone says their goodbyes and you say goodbye to xiao, whispering a short "i love you, sleep well" • does xiao notice what you said? no, but his fans did! and they clipped it and saved it for their next edit. • xiao was still laying on the floor, completely dumbfounded. • a few minutes later he gains his sense back and apologizes to his viewers, he says his goodbyes to his fans and ends his stream. • still shocked, he went to bed - thinking and dreaming about you. • dreaming that he was your boyfriend.

streamer! kaeya x online friend! reader • kaeya adores you, he LOVES u. • kaeya was always a smooth talker, he would often flirt with his fans and make thirst traps "unintentionally" • but when it's you, it's different - he doesn't play you, he's actually kind and genuine towards you. • (yes you have his heart, what do u expect??) • "kaeya! want to see my bf?? he's super cute!" • kaeya raised an eyebrow at you, were you joking this time orr?? • he agreed and you sent a picture of.. him?? • his viewers all go "WHATTT??" "is this a joke or fr?" "LOL can't u guys see? y/n's trolling u guys.." • kaeya immediately smirks and says "what a handsome young man, you're one lucky woman." • you nod and agree - you and kaeya burst out laughing • even though kaeya played along, his heart rate increased. • you couldn't see it but kaeya was trying so hard not to smile • he was rlly happy!! but sad?? like ur saying kaeya's ur bf but at the same time ur joking?? • he looks at his viewers and goes "can u guys like clip that?? and send me some edits please." • you laughed and said tat you had to go, you waved goodbye and left - kaeya couldn't hold in his smile anymore and as soon as you left - he smiled broadly, everybody could tell that he was REALLY happy • even if it was a joke, kaeya and you would often tease each other about it. • probably sends u the edits of "kaeya x y/n( WITH PROOF)" • he still calls u "pet names" cuz u two are dating!! • "hey darling, how are you?? my girlfriend doing alright?" "kaeya shut the fuck up i need to study." • "what happened to.. "hello bae"? or.. "how's my pretty boy doing??<3".. • kaeya, when he sleeps he watches videos like "kaeya x y/n" "kaeya and y/n being like a couple for 5 minutes" <- those type of videos on yt. • bc of that, he full on dreams abt u(as if he doesn't already).

just date them already?? a/n: if u enjoyed this pls go check out my other genshin hcs/liking + following + reblogs r appreciated. i also spent all my hours on this cuz my brain wasn't working well and i apologize, hopefully tmr i'll post more!! i have 1 more request to do and i'll be doing it tmr <3

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey! I really enjoy your work, especially “Party of one, two, three?”, and I was wondering if I could please request a part 2 to that if not thats fine! I just really liked it and am excited to see more of your work in the future! Thank you! And I apologize for how awkward I am this is my first time making a request 😅

Party of one, two, three? 

 Part 2

 Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader

I still know very little about the time period and how things worked for the lgbtq in Brooklyn around WW2. I’m basing what I know off of things I’ve read and videos I’ve watched.

Features period typical homophobia and transphobia and things like that.

Steve and Bucky know Y/N is trans btw.

 This isn’t as good as part one, but I hope you like it anyways.

Steve and Y/N split ways when they came to the taller of the two’s apartment, which wasn’t saying much since they were both similar in height. Y/N waved his friend off using his cap, taking it off his head to flick it about like one would when one the train and you had half your body out the windows. Steve shot his friend a small smile and gave his own way before he kept walking.

Y/N watched his blonde friend for a short while, before crawling the long agonizing way up to his apartment. The burning in his ribs and chest having seemingly doubled on the walk home. The man cursed to himself as he stumbled, having to lean against the wall as his vision started swimming and his lungs protested quite violently. He coughed a few times before forcing himself to keep moving, deciding he would let himself collapse when he got inside.

And collapse he did. When he got inside his apartment, Y/N shucked off his hat, his coat, and was only out of one of his boots before he flopped onto the sorry excuse of a couch he owned, and let the darkness take him. He knew some of the people who were like him would give him a reaming for not removing the many layers of wrap around his chest, but Y/N never felt quite himself without it, it felt as if he was a fraud, the very thing his parents and school bullies picked on him for, when he was just “a confused girl”.

When Y/N finally came too once more, it was to the sound of banging on his front door. He couldn’t seem to get his eyes to focus, and everything sounded like he was under water. Y/N felt sweaty and clammy in his clothes, and his ribcage protested if he took more than a small inhale. He heard voices outside his door, and if he was in any clearer state of mind, he would have realized it was his two dear friends, Steve and Bucky.

The lock could be heard as a key was put in and turned, and suddenly the door was open. Y/Ns sluggish mind reminded him that his friends both owned copies of his house key, just as Y/N owned theirs, just in case of emergencies. The man struggled to lift his head, and when he got it slightly upright it felt as if all blood rushed up and he collapsed back onto the couch again.

When Y/N opened his eyes again, it was to the blurry image of Bucky leaning over him, his mouth moving like he was talking. He felt hands patting his cheeks as if to wake him up, and soon Steve appeared, wiping Y/Ns sweaty face with a cold wet washcloth. Y/N wheezed softly as his vision cleared up enough that he could focus on their faces, guilt gnawing at his insides at the scared and worried expressions on the faces of the two men whom he loved more than he should.

There was some moving them, and Bucky had to pull Y/N into a sitting position, grabbing onto the shorter male’s shirt as he almost fell forward right off the couch. He could hear Steve and Bucky speaking above him, the words wrapping, tight, breathing passing through the haze that was still over him. Y/N shut his eyes, wanting to just lean against Bucky’s broad frame and go back to sleep.

Steve suddenly got off the couch, and Bucky moved Y/N around till the shorter man was sat between the brunettes’ thighs. Y/N gave a small groan at the sudden movement, and he grabbed at Bucky’s wrists clumsily as his friend started undoing the buttons of his shirt. If it was any other time, Y/N would be throwing his hat into the air and dancing, but as of now he wasn’t focused enough to truly realize what was happening.

The shirt had been unbuttoned and was halfway removed when Steve returned, in his hand a pair of larger fabric scissors. It had been a gift from Steve’s mother when Y/N was younger, so that he could cut and adjust any clothes he bought. Bucky pulled off the last of the faded button up and threw it to the floor.

It was first when he and Steve in a display of teamwork started rolling up the sweaty undershirt Y/N was wearing, when his dehydrated and whoozy mind seemed to catch up. He gave a jolt, trying to struggle against the two pairs of hands on him, not that it did much as he just gave a few twitches and leant to the side, where Bucky caught him and pulled him upright again, causing Y/N to fall back against the built chest of the brunette.

Tears gathered in his eyes as Y/N felt the undershirt be pulled over his head, the wrongness of his two friends seeing him feeling suffocating. Y/N wanted to throw up as Steve looked at the many layers of bandages wrapped tightly around his friend’s ribcage. It felt like he was being peeled open and dissected like some kind of lab creature, and a strangled sob escaped Y/Ns chest as Steve took the scissors and started cutting the layers that had been strangling the man since last night.

An ugly choked noise left Y/N as the bandages were removed and thrown off to the side, his still weak hands coming up to cover himself as he shut his eyes, not wanting to see the disgusted or horrified expressions of the two men’s faces.

Tears kept running down his face as Y/Ns thoughts spiralled, his lip wobbling as he tried to curl in on himself. A pair of hands cradled his face, causing him to open his eyes and meet the blue that were Steve’s eyes. There was no disgust, only worry. He spoke softly, as if trying to calm the crying man down, the scrawny man wiping away a tear with his thumb.

A flush rose to Y/Ns cheeks at the intimate touch, and he almost jolted right out of his skin as he felt lips press a kiss to his shoulder, a pair of larger workers hands rubbing at his hipbones. “S-steve, Buck… what… what are you doing?” Y/N whimpered, eyes still misty.

“We… talked yesterday. When we got home. We were gonna tell you this morning, but when you weren’t answering the door we got worried.” Steve confessed, eyes falling to the floor in embarrassment, a blush being very visible on the pale blondes’ face.

“Yeah sweetheart. When we saw you on the couch like that? I don’t think I’ve been that scared before.” Bucky murmured behind you, pressing another kiss against your naked shoulder. He almost sounded small as he said what he did, Bucky pressing his face into the side of your neck.

“We´re sorry we forced the binding off like that, but you were really out of it Y/N, you know how dangerous it is” Steve commented, voice going up a few octaves at the mention of the danger. Fresh tears sprung to Y/Ns eyes at the reminder, the man lowering his face and breaking the eye contact hed had with Steve.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I just” Y/N choked out, struggling to find words to really express how he was feeling. “You don’t have to tell us Y/N, just please… if it gets bad just tell us, okay?” was Bucky’s reply, his lips brushing against the skin of Y/Ns neck. His voice was shaky like he was struggling not to cry.

Steve leant forward and pressed a kiss to Y/Ns forehead. “Just try and catch your breath, okay? Cough if you need too, and when you feel better, we´ll talk about all of this” he muttered, tucking in close to Y/Ns front, his hands falling to wrap loosely around both Y/N and Bucky. Y/N rested his head against the small shoulder of Steve, taking in a deep breath and inwardly cringing at the flem like sound he could hear and feel from his chest.

Y/N shut his eyes again, but this time it was to focus on breathing, the man holding onto the connection between him and the two men whom he loved, using it to ground him. As soon as he could breath without issue, he had to ask about the kisses, and maybe this time he could allow himself to flush and even kiss them back instead of crying all over them.

[takamishinko]

karasuno and nekoma scenario + headcanons for ftm reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: dead naming, slight harassment and tranphobic comments like using the wrong pronouns.

a/n: this was a request from @mi-ts i hope you enjoy this and this is what you're looking for :) i added in some headcanons of my own as well. pls tell me if i said anything offensive in there by accident, i was also super tired when i wrote this so pls excuse me for any mistakes :'D

karasuno:

i feel like the entire team is pretty supportive and definitely not transphobic

the only person that i could possibly think of that doesn't understand transitioning would be tanaka but even then he'll still support you in whatever decision you make

let's start off with the first years

hinata and kageyama definitely uses correct pronouns though i feel like kageyama might forget sometimes but he'll just use they instead

tsuki doesn't care much and i don't think he cares a lot about anything other than maybe yamaguchi

yamaguchi would be really sweet about it, correct pronouns 100%, no mistakes or mess ups. he'll probably pay more attention to you and help you with whatever you need

kinoshita and narita are both super supportive people so they wouldn't care that much but they would definitely use right pronouns and all that

ennoshita is kind of the leader of the group right? i feel like he would advocate your pronouns only if ur comfortable with it though

alright third years

suga.

supportive supportive supportive super supportive

makes sure your absolutely 120% comfortable with your surroundings and if there are people bothering you he's not scared to get asahi and daichi to square up with them

daichi is pretty lowk about it. respectful of course. always tries to help you with suga but doesn't end up helping a lot but that's ok

lastly asahi would be…

pretty nervous about making sure he doesn't use the wrong pronouns or make you uncomfortable

like overly cautious but you find it funny and adorable

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"yo y/n! what took you so long? practice started 10min ago." tanaka shouted from across the gym.

"sorry…i got caught up with something." you replied with a sad tone in your voice.

the team immediately noticed something wrong. you were usually a pretty cheerful person and sulking like that didn't seem right to them. 

"woah woah, you good man?" noya said while tapping you shoulder.

"yah i'm fine guys, thanks." you lied.

"even a dumbass like hinata and king over there would know you're not fine, what's wrong." said tsuki.

"hey we heard that! but seriously y/n-kun, is everything ok?" hinata said while walking over with kageyama. 

"it's nothing much really… some second years called me uhh… "baby girl" today and asked me if i had anything to do after school. they wouldn't let me go either even after i told them i had somewhere else to be…. and the fact that i'm not a girl anymore." 

"they fucking what now?" suga said with an incredibly hostile smile on his face. 

"do you know their names?" daichi asked.

"yah its f/n l/n and f/n and l/n…" 

"those two sons of bitches??" tanaka and noya screamed in unison. 

"yah do you guys know them or something?" 

"they're in the class beside ours, we don't know much about them except that they're annoying as fuck. they've been making girls uncomfortable all year long." noya replied.

"oh… they must've thought i was a girl since i didn't wear a… y'know." 

"that's still no reason to do that to you y/n. first of all you weren't comfortable with them flirting with you, second of all you also told them that you're a guy and they still called you that." asahi said 

"yah that's true." daichi said with the rest of the team nodding their heads in agreement.

"don't worry y/n, we all know it's not your fault the binders don't work. no matter what you wear or how you look, the team will always see you as who you want to be!" suga said with a bright smile on his face this time.

a smile appeared on your face with warm thoughts entering your mind. knowing you have friends that care about you this much is truly a blessing you don't want to lose. 

"on a side note, suga and i know those 2 as well. in fact we know their homeroom teacher too, i'll go report to their teacher tomorrow. he loved suga and i, we were his best students." 

a small giggle came out of you and so did some happy tears. 

"thanks guys! it really means a lot." you said to all of your friends.

the rest of the practice was filled with joy and laughter. a few days later you received a handwritten apology from the two assholes you were talking about.

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nekoma:

same as karasuno i'm almost 100% sure none of them are transphobic and they would all be supportive. same case of tanaka with yamamoto though if anything

after you came out kuroo just gave you his signature smirk and a big thumbs up and continued to do his chemistry.

kai.

omg don't even get me started

he is SO supportive and just the nicest person possible

he's not aggressively supportive like suga but he's literally just always there for you. before you even realize you need something he already has it.

water, food, whatever it is.

yaku (personal nekoma fav), super chill about it

"oh cool, just let me go tell lev so he doesn't mess up your pronouns."

"lev for the last fucking time it's y/n and he/him it's not that hard to remember."

bonks lev everytime he messes up but he eventually got it

fukunaga just goes: 

":3 👍" 

so precious, never messes up your pronouns and names

kenma definitely doesn't mess up, remembers it well and i think he would just be like:

"cool, make sure you let the team know. especially lev…"

yamamoto would maybe mess up but he's trying his best

inuoka and shibayama:

i love these 2 so much btw^

inuoka would be excited cuz this is the first time someone ever came out as trans to them.

shibayama is just beside inuoka also being excited and nodding his head agreeing with everything he says

in conclusion these 2 are baby

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"hey guys what's up!" 

"ah y/ns here." kai said with s bright smile on his face, greeting you to practice.

"yo! what's up we're just getting started can you help me set up the net?" yaku said while waving over to you.

"yah i'm on my way give me a sec." 

"kenma go help yaku-san get off your game." kuroo said while poking at kenma.

"give me a sec. I'm almost finished." 

inuoka and shibayama were on the side listening to yamamoto talk about something. you and shōhei rushed over to help yaku with the net. 

"there, all done. thanks guys. kuroo let's start practice." yaku yelled

"yah everyone get ready-" 

just as kuroo said that, two boys entered the gym. they didn't look like they were up to anything good so kuroo stepped up and asked them what they're here for. 

"how can i help you two?" 

"we're just here to find d/n, oh there she is. hey~ you haven't answered our question yet, you free this weekend sweetheart?" one of the boys said as he attempted to move closer to you.

kuroo lost his shit immediately and pushed them away from you. 

"first of all his name is y/n, second of all it's he. lastly if you don't have anything else to say, please leave, our practice is about to start." 

"chill captain~ we just wanted to talk to this beautiful lady over here." 

"for the last fucking time you bastards it's-" yaku cut off kuroo before he could finish.

"leave it to me. you, tall one on the left, f/n l/n from c/n right?" yaku asked.

“y-yah why?” 

“your chemistry mark, 53% and you didn’t pass the test you took on thursday.”

“w-what ??! i don’t even know my mark yet how do you-”

“and you, the stick on the right, f/n l/n. you’re even worse, 49% as your total and your test? i’d embarrassed for you.”

“what the fuck?? w-who are you?!”

“yaku morisuke, 3rd year. the assistant for your chemistry teacher. now if you don’t want your marks leaked to the entire school i suggest you leave y/n here alone and get out.”

“tch yeah whatever !” the 2 boys said as they scurried away. 

“yaku-san!! that was so cool!!” everyone said.

“don’t worry about it! it’s what y/n deserves” he said with a huge thumbs up.

[writtenbynightlock]

Hi! Idk of request are open rn.. but could you do a hinata x reader angst? Where hinata walks in on kageyama and y/n in a position where it looks like they were cheating. But in reality it was nothing like that at all! So hinata gets very mad and says really hurtful things to them. Then word gets around school and people start to bully y/n and kags. However hinata doesn’t care. He never stood up for y/n. Then due to bullying going to far y/n loves school. That’s when y/ns best friend yams goes up to hinata and shows him the video where in fact they were not cheating. But it’s too late. Hinat already lost her. Sorry if the request is too long btw!!

Misunderstanding | Hinata Shouyou x Reader

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Warning: Timeskip spoilers

Tagging: @shoyosbitchh (thanks for the request love)

“Do I really have to do this?”

“Yes” you answer as you fix Kageyama’s jersey jacket. 

“What am I gonna do again?” 

“All you have to do is answer my questions. After this segment, I will film you in action with Shoyo. Are we ready, Yama-kun?”

You ask your classmate and the captain of the Karasuno Men’s Volleyball Team, Yamaguchi Tadashi, waiting for his go signal as he was in charge of the camera. You were in your third year in Karasuno High. You are an active member of the journalism club and your specialty is sports writing. You and Hinata have been together since your second year. It all started when you’ve done a coverage of the Karasuno High Men’s Volleyball team ever since the crows were finally taking flight in the Nationals. Pretty much to say you are close with your batchmates involved with the sport which made your job a bit easier. 

You were currently working on a special ad for the team that will be on air in the campus as a way to show support and acknowledgement to the seniors who will be having one last fight --- Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyou. In thanks to the manager, you will be also adding a special segment to the woman who’s always been there with the crows, Yachi Hitoka.  

“Camera is rolling in 3..2..1..”

As Yamaguchi gestures for you to start, you have him a small nod and put on your game face on. 

“Hello Karasuno High! The much anticipated Spring Interhigh tournament is fast approaching and our crows will be taking flight once again. With the excitement to the world of volleyball, our players have quite gained quite a few fans. Here I am with the famous King of the Court, the Karasuno Men’s Volleyball Setter, Kageyama Tobio.” 

During the interview segment, things went smoothly due to Kageyama being straightforward with his questions much to your relief. You were glad Yamaguchi was also there to help you. Usually, Yachi is the one who helps you with your journalism when it comes to the team but she had a meeting with Takeda sensei, explaining her absence. 

After the interview, it was time for you to do the final segment which was  getting to film the iconic duo in action. You told Kageyama to change into his volleyball uniform, with the setter obediently following your instruction. 

“Thank you so much for helping me, Yama-kun. Your segment yesterday with Tsukki is great too! I’m very excited to edit it.”

Yamaguchi blushed at your compliment, making him scratch the back of his head in a shy manner. 

“You’re really making it hard for us to graduate, (Y/N)-san. This will be your last feature too, is it not?” 

“Yup” 

Yamaguchi smiles as he saw the gleeful expression on your face. He admired your determination in making the video possible as a tribute to them. Yamaguchi’s sense of determination in leading the team to Nationals has boosted but there was one question bugging in his head.

“(Y/N)-kun, you are a sports writer, right? I don’t recall them doing this extent.”

You stopped what you were doing and looked at Yamaguchi, giving him a sincere smile --- your mind instantly filled with the ray of sunshine that is currently in your life. 

“You don’t know how proud I am on how far you all have come. You five were part of the flightless crows who worked hard to spread its wings again. You were there when people would underestimate the team but you all proved them wrong, along with our seniors who graduated also. We all keep moving forward and now, you are your juniors senpais, helping them keeping the crows to keep flying. Not only that, I am so proud of Shoyo. He’s one of the main reasons why I’m motivated to do this. I’m always here to support Shoyo and to all of you --- no matter where we go after we graduate.”

After your speech, your eyes widened as you Yamaguchi’s eyes were watery and he was sniffling, making you panic a little.

“Y-Yams, are you okay?”

“Don’t look at me, (Y/N)-kun! That was so beautiful- wait I’ll be right back!” says Yamaguchi as he hurriedly went to the nearest bathroom --- not wanting for you to see him bawl his eyes out. With a soft chuckle, you turned around to see Kageyema already in his attire and was now setting up the net. Deciding to help, you went to him and gave him a hand.

“What do you need?”

“Could you hand me that screw over there?”

With a nod, you went to the tool box, grabbing the screws Kageyama.

“Do you think Shoyo will go far with volleyball?”

You ask out of the blue, avoiding eye contact with Kageyama as you just stared at the net. It’s not that you doubt Shoyo’s skills but it is a scary world out there. There will be people who will look down on him for different reasons. You just worry. You care for him so much. You admired how Hinata was able to use the mean comments against him as his motivation for him to improve his skills. His positivity and bubbly personality is contagious. He never fails to make you smile when you’re feeling down. 

As Kageyama finished the net, he gave you a smirk. 

“If that dumbass doesn’t slack, he will. If he does, I’m definitely getting ahead of him.”

A grin made its way on your face. What more could you expect from Hinata’s partner in the court?

As the two of you waited for Hinata and Yamaguchi to come, you and Kageyama had talked a bit about college plans. As the two of you converse, you suddenly noticed something crawling on Kageyama’s jersey shirt. 

“Kageyama-kun, there’s something on your shoulder” you say, pointing at it. At first Kageyama was confused to what you meant but when he finally took a look at it, it was spider --- making his eyes widen and panic, letting out a manly shriek. 

Kageyama was all over the place, jumping and swatting it away --- to the point where he tried to take the shirt off. 

“Kageyama, calm down!”

“It’s on your head!”

“It’s back on your shirt!”

Kageyama felt chills, the hairs on his skin rising as he felt it crawling the back of his neck. The next thing you knew, with Kageyama’s head covered with the shirt that was taken off midway his arms, the setter stumbled onto you, making the both of you fall on the ground with Kageyama on top. Your eyes widen at how close your and Kageyama’s faces are, the setter not able to take in what just happened. 

“Get off!”

“Can you help me put my shirt back on? I-if you don’t mind. My hands are sort of restricted” says Kageyama, pointing out that his arms were trapped in the sleeve holes. You sigh and grabbed the hem of his jersey shirt, attempting to pull it down back but the both of you suddenly heard the gym doors open.

“(Y/N)?!” 

Hearing an all too familiar voice, you quickly shove Kageyama off of you, sitting up from your spot to see Hinata who froze by the gym doors as he stares at you and Kageyama with wide eyes, his heart beating so fast in his chest.

“W-were you cheating on me?!”

“No baby! It was just an accident-”

“An accident?! It looked like you were taking off his shirt! I can’t believe you’re cheating on me with Bakageyama!”

“No, Shoyo! It definitely doesn’t look what it looks like at all!”

“I trusted you, (Y/N)!”

Tears were starting to form in your eyes, getting a bit angry and frustrated that Hinata wasn’t letting you explain your side. Kageyama noticed this and decided to step in --- defending the both of you.

“Boke, Hinata, boke! Why would I even do that to your girlfriend?! Let us explain what happen-”

“No! I’m so hurt, (Y/N)-chan! You’re the first girl ever that made me really happy but this is how you treat me? Is it because I’m not tall enough?! Is this how you repay my loyalty to you? You’re so heartless! You seem so faithful to me but behind my back, you’re a different person.”

“S-Shoyo-”

“Don’t call me that anymore. I don’t want to see you anymore. We’re done.” 

With that, Hinata left the gym, leaving you and Kageyama all alone. You wanted to run after him but you lost your strength and collapsed on the floor, your gaze lingering at the gym doors, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Kageyama panicked a little, not knowing how to comfort you but he just stood beside you and patted your head as you were hugging your figure, too hurt by Hinata’s words. 

“That dumbass doesn’t know how to listen.”

“What am I gonna do, Kageyama-kun?”

Kageyama glances at you, a frown on his face. He knows how much you care for Hinata. He can’t help but feel frustrated also being in your position. He also felt bad to what just happened. 

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize, Kageyama. You did nothing wrong. Hinata just misunderstood.” 

“That runt will regret for letting you go. I mean, who else could keep up with him?”

As you wiped your tears, you stood up and grabbed your things, heading towards the gym doors.

“I think we’ll call it a day. I’ll message Yams that our filming is finished. I’ll just ask another sports writer to cover you and Hinata’s segment. I don’t think I can face him for awhile.”

Kageyama frowns as he saw your eyes tearing up again but he just nodded, not wanting to press any buttons even further.

“Okay. Get home safely.”

With a sigh, you left the gym heading home, feeling all too drained and hurt. You can’t believe Hinata was able to say those hurtful words to you. In attempts on calling him while walking home, you let out a frustrated groan as he already blocked your number. 

“Oh Shoyo. It was all just a misunderstanding.” 

Days had passed ever since the incident and break up with Hinata. Word got around fast. You and Kageyama had been the talk of the town as cheaters, making you lose your appetite. People were sending you dirty stares for even daring to cheat on such a pure soul. 

There was one time when you ate at the school cafeteria with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima and a group of girls suddenly went to your table, snickering at you and called you a slut. Between Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, it was Yamaguchi who was full on beast mode, defending you. 

“Don’t waste your time with these fools, Yamaguchi. They just don’t know how to mind their own business” says Tsukishima as he shakes his head in annoyance. You told Yachi, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima the whole thing. Yachi felt really bad at what happened. She was the one also who keeps comforting Hinata. Tsukishima was in charge of breaking apart Kageyama and Hinata whenever the two started to argue, much to his dismay but he just wants the team to be peaceful and focus on their practices and official games. 

Not wanting to eat anymore, you grab your bag and stood up, making Yamaguchi and Tsukishima look at you with worry. 

“Where are you going, (Y/N)-san?” 

“I’m just gonna go get a breather. I’m not that hungry anyway. See you later” you say with a solemn look on your face then left the cafeteria. 

“What are we gonna do, Tsukki?”

“I don’t know. Don’t involve me in their quarrels. It’s tiring.”

Yamaguchi sighs but then he remembers that he left his camera in the gyms while he was in the bathroom. When he returned to the gym, his camera was already battery drained. In hopes to resolve this mess, Yamaguchi checks the contents to see of the camera was still rolling. Much to his relief, it apparently recorded the whole thing. He immediately showed this to Hinata, finally clearing all the misunderstanding.   

Hinata regretted on how he acted. He felt his heart breaking even more. He needs to apologize for his wrong doings but it was too late. The twinkle in your eyes as you see him weren’t there anymore. His words really hurt you and you’ll have a difficult time in trusting him again. The bullying around the school made you feel even more damaged.

You told Hinata its best to cool off from the relationship. You needed space. You need to focus on yourself now. You just wanted to forget the words that come out from his mouth.

It was over.

Hinata Shoyo. You were my sunshine, my only sunshine. You made me happy when skies are gray --- but now, the skies weep with me.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

do you remember who had the two part master list of killmonger? i don’t know if the person deactivated but one of their stories was about erik having a baby mama whose bf would hit her and the son told him about it so he handled it. another one was erik was friends with y/ns bf and while she was driving in the rain, she seen erik trying to fix his car so she offered him a ride to her place and he ended up being really crazy. sorry for the long thing i decided to get back into reading my favorite fan fics recently (including yours btw!)

That may be honeyandpeaches she deleted her blog. I plan to get back into writing I just needed a mental break because of how crazy things got. I’m definitely getting my groove back so look out for updates and new material!

[heyheyheyhaikyu]

HFTS

five - 🤺🤺🤺🤺

masterlist || next || previous

Fun facts:

Y/n won’t admit it, but they recognize that Inuoka is actually their closest friend (besides Yachi)

Inuoka saw y/n on the very first day and was like: “that one. That one shall be my friend.” And ever since that day he hasn’t left them alone.

Yachi and y/n are texting✨

Yachi is the only contact in y/ns phone that is just a given name.

Y/n and friends is actually a pretty popular group on campus because everyone’s amazed at how they all managed to become such good friends with all the different/clashing personalities.

➪ Leaving home for college and losing contact with everyone I met in high school didn’t bother me all that much. There was only one person I really missed, and all I could hope for was to see her when we’re home for the summer.

A/N: it’s been all long month already and we’re only two weeks in. Send help😀🔫 oh also I got dragged into a DnD campaign and can’t pick a name for my character. Wanna help? These are my options so far (I’m a Dragonborn fighter btw) Mithtek, Pral, Kilipan, Kappa, or Reki (or if you have any other suggestions I’m open to anything.) imput is welcomed, but either way tank you for reading!! 😚mwah

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[krizaland]

Enter the Zimvoid Chapter 18

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I had way too much fun with this chapter!

Here’s the song I used btw

“Oh how I wish that someone could save me from this terrible nightmare…”You whimpered as you hugged your knees.

Little did you know, the universe had heard your plea and your hero was on his way.

Number 2 emerged from the pits of the dungeon, his cloak was a bit charred but other than that he made it out mostly unscathed.

“I can’t believe….I made it out…alive!” He panted as he put his hands on his knees.

After catching his breath, Number 2 hid behind a pillar and slid onto the floor.

Ever since your conversation with him earlier, Number 2’s mind was swirling with uncertainty.  

He was so sure The Program was going to help him become the best version of himself. After all, Number 1 is the ultimate Zim and he was the one who came up with The Program. Surely he had the best interests of all the Zims in mind right?

However, your words really struck a chord with Number 2.

He didn’t think he would ever truly be loved nor appreciated unless he was 100% perfect. That’s why he devoted so much of his time to completing The Program and to worshipping Number 1.

Everything changed when you told him you loved him just the way he was.

In that moment, Number 2 found himself questioning The Program as well as Number 1 in general.

He was told from day 1 that he had to complete The Program for a Y/N to even breathe in his direction, let alone hug him and say that they loved him!

Not to mention that you made a very good point:

Number 2 was a Zim! He was already awesome! Why did he need some dumb program to prove that?

His resentment for Number 1 only grew stronger when he was thrown into the dungeon for a simple request.

As he was relentlessly tortured and set ablaze, it became more and more apparent that Number 1 couldn’t care less about Number 2 or any other Zim for that matter.

As far as Number 1 was concerned, everyone else was just a pawn in his sick, twisted little game!

He didn’t care if they lived or died so long as they did his dirty work.

After coming to this conclusion, Number 2 knew something had to be done. He couldn’t sit around and be someone’s plaything anymore! It was time to take action! Time to rebel! But most importantly:

It was time for revenge.

Now that he was free from the dungeon, Number 2 had time to think of a way to make Number 1 pay for what he’s done to him.

As he sat and plotted, Number 2’s mind often wandered to thoughts of you. You were so kind and sweet to him. You shouldn’t be marrying some drooling lunatic! You should be marrying him!

Number 2’s ruby eyes lit up as he sprung to his feet. His mind was graced with the perfect idea.

He let out a maniacal laugh as he made a beeline for the ballroom.

GONG! GONG! GONG!

The sound of a makeshift wedding bell woke you from your thoughts.

“That’s my queue! I better get going.” You sprung to your feet and dried your tears.

The ballroom slowly filled up with hundreds upon hundreds of bereft Zims.

It seemed as if Number 1 was the only one happy to be attending the wedding.

Even the preacher Zim looked like he was dying as he struggled to hold back his tears.

Number 1 didn’t seem to mind the depressing atmosphere in the slightest.

On the contrary, it seemed as if he was secretly hoping everyone else would be this miserable.

“Oh where is Y/N? I can’t wait to see them!!” Number 1 squealed as drool dribbled down onto his makeshift tuxedo.

“They should be arriving at any moment, oh great Number 1” The preacher Zim sniffled.

“Excellent! Everything is going according to plan! There’s nothing that can possibly ruin this moment for me! Nothing at all!” Number 1 let out a maniacal laugh, soaking the poor preacher Zim with drool.

It didn’t take long for Number 2 to make it to the ballroom.

The doors were heavily guarded but Number 2 knew he could take them. After all, he trained with those guards! He knew all of their weaknesses.

Number 2 took a deep breath and puffed out his chest.

“I am not the kind of Zim, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. But you, are not the kind of Y/N, that should be marrying the wrong Zim.” He sang as he jumped past the guards.

“I sneak in and see all the other Zims. And his stupid robot servants all dressed in pastel.” Number 2 sang softly as he snuck through the crowd.

“Yeah, yeah. Just say it don’t spray it.” The preacher Zim huffed as he shielded himself with his book.

“How dare you speak to me that way! I am your glorious leader! You insolent peasant!” Number 1 roared as more drool fired out of his mouth.

“And he is yelling at the preacher, standing at the altar wearing a tuxedo made from garbage.” Number 2 snickered.

“This is, surely not what you thought it would be,” Number 2 shook his head. “I lose myself in daydream, where I stand and say”

Number 2  closed his eyes and imagined himself standing before you and Number 1

“Don’t say yes! Run away now! I’ll take you by the hand and lead you out the castle! Don’t wait or say a single vow! You need to hear me out!” Number 2 sang as he put a hand on his chest.

“Well, I said speak now.” The preacher Zim chuckled.

The sound of a makeshift organ woke Number 2 from his fantasy.

Number 2 opened his eyes and noticed all of the other Zims and their miserable expressions.

“Somber gestures are exchanged, and the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march.” Number 2 sang.

“Hey! Where’d Number 2 go?!” Braked one guard Zim.

“I dunno but we better find him! Number 1 doesn’t want him anywhere near this wedding!” Another guard huffed as he gestured for his partner to keep looking.

Number 2 let out a yelp as he hid behind a makeshift curtain.

“And I am hiding in the curtains, it seems that I was uninvited by your lovely groom to be.” Number 2 huffed sarcastically.

You took a deep breath as you made your way down the aisle. You held your head up as best as you could as you held a small, makeshift bouquet.

All the Zims stared at you with heartbroken faces. It was obvious how much they either missed their Y/Ns or wished they had a Y/N of their own.

You tried to give the Zims a warm smile but that only made a few of them burst into tears.

Number 1 let out a few more giggles as he relished in the suffering of the other Zims.

“You walk down the aisle to greet that evil king. But I know, you wish it was me. You wish it was me, don’t you?!” Number 2 sang hopefully as he returned to his daydream.

“Don’t say yes! Run away now! I’ll take you by the hand and lead you out the castle! Don’t wait or say a single vow! You need to hear me out!” Number 2 sang as he put a hand on his chest.

“Well, I said speak now.” The preacher Zim chuckled.

“Don’t say yes! Run away now! I’ll take you by the hand and lead you out the castle! Don’t wait or say a single vow! Your time is running out!” Number 2 whispered as he watched you stand at the altar.

“You look lovely my sweet~” Number 1 sang as more drool dribbled down his tuxedo.

You gave him a sheepish smile as you swallowed hard.

“Dearest Zims, we are gathered here today, to join the union of our great and glorious leader, Number 1 and the beautiful Y/N-” The preacher Zim began.

“Get on with it already!” Number 1 interjected.

“R-Right! If anyone has a reason these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your pee! I-I mean peace!” The preacher Zim stuttered.

The room was silent for a moment.

“I OBJECT!”

The room gasped as Number 2 burst out from behind the curtains and stood before the altar.

His hands were shaking as everyone stared at him in horror.

“I am not the kind of Zim, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. But you, are not the kind of Y/N that should be marrying the wrong Zim!” Number 2 explained as he puffed out his chest.

“Guards! Seize the wedding crasher!” Number 1 commanded as he snapped a finger in Number 2’s direction.

The two guards from earlier zipped over and tried to grab Number 2 but-

ZWIP!

POW!

CRASH!

CLANG!

Number 2 made short work of the guards and climbed on top of their fallen bodies.

“Don’t say yes! Run away now! I’ll take you by the hand and lead you out the castle! Don’t wait or say a single vow! You need to hear me out!” Number 2 pleaded as he looked into your eyes.

Number 1 let out a growl and was bout to lunge at Number 2 when-

FWOOSH!

You shoved him aside and rushed to Number 2 as fast as your legs could take you.

“Let’s run away now! Take me by the hand and lead me to my friends! Thank god I didn’t say my vows! I’m so glad you were around when he said speak now!” You sobbed as you reached out for Number 2’s hand.

And with that, Number 2 let out a giggle, scooped you up bridal style and zipped out of the ballroom as fast as his legs could take him.

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Prisoner - part 2

Baekhyun x reader

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summary: Y/N works in a prison where Baekhyun comes to sit his 6 year imprisonment. He catches Y/N’s attention right away and it’s hard for her to keep herself away from him. Weird events make her avoid him but Baekhyun needs her help. He's the main suspect to a murder but swears he didn't do it. Will Y/N trust him and let her feelings take over?

warnings: violence, mentions of death and blood, cursing

 words: 2,2k

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Whole night you tried to find more about Baekhyun but in the end you were left with nothing new. Every article was about police reports about him. The first shock you had about him was fading when you started to think about it. He kills for money. If someone wants to revenge on someone or if someone owes something, He gets an offer to kill them to get money in return. You couldn’t think anyone who would wish your death, so you were able to fall asleep.

You were still curious though and decided to talk to one prisoner who could know about him. Kim Jongdae, better known as Chen. He didn’t like to use his real name and tried to keep his personal information to himself. He knew literally anything, he was like the human version of google. You had been secretly bringing snacks to him and you trusted him. He was a super talented hacker. When he once logged into bank’s and police station’s databases his friend busted him and that’s why he came here.

Chen was in the 2nd floor of the prison and in the very end. The hall was long and there wouldn’t have been any problem to walk through it but as you were the only woman, everyone started to yell once you went past a cell. They called your name, if they knew it, some pick-up lines were thrown here and there too. They sounded so annoying and disgusting that you got nauseous and kept your eyes on your apron. This made you think about how Baekhyun had pleaded you yesterday, he sounded desperate like he just wanted to talk but these men, they wanted something else. Something you didn’t want to think about.

You finally reached to the end, standing in front of Chen’s cell. He was laying on his bed while staring at the ceiling and whistling. So that no one else would know why you went to talk with him, you opened the lock with your key. You had access to every place for cleaning, but you decided to use it to something else now. Checking that there were no guards in sight, you opened the door with a loud creak. Chen lifted his head because of it and saw you. “Snack time?” he asked once the door was locked again.

“Not this time” you laughed and walked to the bed, next to him. “What is it then?”. He stretched his arms and ruffled his brown, already messy, hair. You opened your phone to show him an article about Baekhyun that had a blurry security camera picture of him, but he was distinctly recognizable. “I want to know more about him” you said. Chen too your phone and went through the article while leaning his elbows to his thighs. You bit your lip in anticipation when he didn’t say anything for a moment, but you didn’t interrupt his thinking.

“Ah, Baekhyun. I don’t know much about him. How much do you know so I can try to maybe fill up at some places?” You took the phone and leaned to the wall behind you after checking the hall for guards, telling him that you only knew he was an assassin and that you knew what it meant “…and that’s pretty much it. He came here yesterday.”.

Chen nodded. “Well he’s 28 years old, A very experienced and respected among other assassins and hitmen thanks to his ability to think fast and to not get caught. This time something went wrong if he’s here, I guess. His personal life is far from my reach too because he keeps everything to himself. He is, I don’t know..”

“Mysterious?” you finish his sentence with a sigh. This meant that you were back to zero of getting information about him. Every other prisoner here, everything about them was found from the net but Baekhyun seemed to be more careful of what things he let others have. Chen saw the disappointment from your face and looked confused. He thought for a moment and then a huge grin grew to his face. “Eyy, you like him, don’t you?” he said teasingly, slightly punching you on your upper arm. He started to laugh at your widened eyes because it meant he was right. You didn’t want to admit it though. It wasn’t a crush to be exact, you were just curious about him. How can you fear a man and then next you are interested? “Shut up” You hit Chen back and got up to leave. “Wait! When are you bringing snacks?” he stopped you. “Maybe tomorrow” You smiled. He whined like always that it was unfair for him to have to wait for so long.

Luckily guards didn’t catch you and no one ever looked at the security cameras at day time, so you were out of troubles for now. At lunch you decided to avoid Baekhyun and sat in the corner the cafeteria. Normally staff ate in their own room, but you preferred sitting with the prisoners, weird huh? There they didn’t usually bother you like in the halls and your boss thought you hated being with them, so he didn’t do anything about it. Today was indeed a soup day and your stomach was growling. Two guys were fighting at the table next to you but guards didn’t do anything about it, they just enjoyed the show. They were punching each other, pulling each other’s hair and even biting. Loud talking and laughing filled the cafeteria but in a good way. There wasn’t that deafening hustle and bustle like usually.

The metal chair made an irritating sound when you dragged it against the floor to get it closer to the table. You made yourself as comfortable as you could and as you were about to but the spoonful on tasty soup into your mouth, a tuft of hair flew right into your bowl. Your spoon dropped on the tray as you closed your eyes and let out a quiet whine. The guys stopped the fighting and you eyed then with your eyes squint to little lines. “You just couldn’t stop the fight like 5 seconds earlier…” you muttered to yourself.

“Do you always talk to yourself?” A familiar voice asked as a tray was placed opposite to yours. It was Baekhyun, of course. He took a seat and smirked to you like yesterday as if it was glued to his lips. You just shrugged and pushed the soup away from your face while sticking your tongue out to it in disgust. Baekhyun watched at you while you did it and took a look of the soup and sneered. “I guess you aren’t going to eat it”

“Nope, thanks to them” you said and nodded your head towards the men. You were tired, hungry and frustrated so you just leaned to your arm and stared at Baekhyun who was now focused on spreading butter on his bread. This gave you a moment to look at his features better. He didn’t look like he was 28 more liked 22 like you. His skin looked soft, and his hair was extremely fluffy and shined in the light. You had to remind yourself that he was a criminal but totally didn’t look like he was. He was beautiful, and you couldn’t believe yourself for thinking about him like this. Before he could catch you staring at him you looked down at the tray.

“Here. Take this, your stomach sounds hungry” Baekhyun said as a bowl of soup was placed in front of your nose. He took your hair soup to him and just ate the bread. You blushed. “Is it that loud?” You asked in embarrassed. “But you should still eat, it’s yours” you said and lifted the bowl only to Baekhyun place it down. “I insist” He smiled and gave his spoon.

“Fine” you said and started to happily eat it. You truly were hungry because soon the bowl was empty. Baekhyun laughed the softest laugh you had ever heard, and it was so contagious you had to smile too. Why was he so damn adorable? You were supposed to be afraid of him god dammit. You knew you couldn’t show that you were interested or thought that he was cute. People could easily start to think you two had something between you too. That’s why you tried not to smile.

“So…you’re Y/N, right?” he asked while munching the last piece of his bread. “How do you know my name?” you asked while lifting your brow? It was a stupid question though, almost everyone knew your name here. Baekhyun pointed at the table behind him and to a black-haired man, Chanyeol. He was a calm prisoner and never had troubles, but he was kind of the creepy type. He liked you and as you didn’t give him the answer he wanted, it turned to an obsession. He literally did anything to get your attention when he had a chance. “He likes you btw” he said as he turned back to you and with the corner of your eye you could see him winking. You nodded while keeping your eyes on Chanyeol, thank god he was facing his back to you or else he would get the wrong picture if he saw you staring at him. “Wait, do you like him too?” he asked and studied your face.

“Oh, god no. More like the opposite” You said fast and turned back to him. He nodded slowly and put all the dishes back on the tray. He pursed his lips together and muttered something, but you couldn’t hear what he said. “You’re Baekhyun, right?” you asked and looked at your hands and all the cuts you had from cleaning. They were always so dry from the soap water and you didn’t have time to put cream on them. It hurt, but you were kind of used of it. “You did some research too. I see…” Baekhyun said. "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill anyone" he suddenly continued and got up from the table. “See you around, Y/N” he smirked and walked off, pouring the hair soup on the man's head whose hair tuft had flown to the bowl. You held your laugh at the man's reaction. He just stared at Baekhyun who blew a sarcastic kiss to the man and man how much that annoyed the man. He didn't go after Baekhyun as his friend stopped him and patted him on the shoulder.

You rolled your eyes at his behavior. He was just a tease and it didn't help you with the little 'crush' you had. It was probably just those where you meet a good looking guy and instantly like him, then after few days or a week you wonder why you even liked the guys. Above it all, it would probably be baneful to be together with a prisoner.

In the evening, your arms and legs were aching from so much from work. After you had cleaned the cafeteria twice and some cells that got empty. Now you still had the halls to clean. Seemed like you were over working again.

The first floor was the most empty now so it was quiet and you enjoyed it. "Hey, Y/N!" A man whisper shouted from the cell next to you. You lifted your head to see an orange haired man, leaning against the bars. "What do you want Sehun?" you sighed and continued to mob the grey floor. If something made the prison even more gloomy than it already was, was that everything was grey or the same color as brick. Only the cafeteria and the offices had white in them.

Sehun the man who called you was a weird case. You wouldn't say he was crazy but something like that. He was really paranoid, about everything. "You know the new prisoner, right? Named Baekhyun" he asked. You nodded and lifted your head to look at him. "Listen..." he started and pushed his hair back and checked that no one was near. "You should stay away from him" he continued and crossed his arms to his chest. He spoke weirdly, like he was being wary about what he was saying, like Baekhyun would just jump somewhere.

"What do you mean?" you asked and took step closer to him, leaning on the mob you had in your hands. "Well he's the best assassin and them boom! He gets caught and comes here, isn't it weird?"

You furrowed your brows. "What are you talking about-". You were cut with a sound of a gunshot. You got startled and jumped slightly in surprise. The other prisoners started to gather behind their cells' bars, trying to find the source of the sound. Automatically you started to go towards the voice. Sehun tried to call your name but you didn't care.

The gunshot came from the old side where Baekhyun was and you thought it was him who got shot. Maybe he annoyed the guard and he had had enough. You hoped that it wasn’t him, you didn’t know much about him and still wanted to know more. From walking you switched to running and turned fast to the old side. You stopped when you almost stumbled on a body that was laying on the floor with a bloody hole in his forehead. But it wasn't Baekhyun, it was one of the guards. Baekhyun was in his cell, peeking his head from between the bars and the gun, that supposedly was the murder weapon, was on the floor right in front him.

I forgot to put this to queue so this comes late sorry~ I hope you like it💕