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wwenhlimagines · 2 years ago

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Stuck In The Middle - Part 7

Hook x Y/N x Ricky Starks

Part 6

After seeing a fan take a picture of them out getting breakfast, Y/N and Hook have to navigate through the speculation and drama with Ricky Starks.

I see the flash of a camera out of the corner of my eye, and I quickly turn my head to see an AEW fan snapping pictures of Hook and I eating together. I turned to Hook, who seemed somewhat unphased. "Why now? We are just eating breakfast."

He shrugs his shoulders before flagging down our server and asking for the check and some to go boxes. "Fans don't always have the best self-awareness. Unfortunately, it comes with being a public figure."

I groan as I look around and see Eddie walking towards the fan in question. He talks to them for a minute before walking back towards us. "They shouldn't be bothering you anymore. We good over here?"

We both nod, and I thank Eddie before our server comes over with the check and boxes. We quickly box up our food, and Hook pays for breakfast even though I insist on splitting it. "I embarrassed you on TV last night. It's the least I can do."

I nod and text Ruby to come pick me up, to which she replies she is already in the parking lot. I grab my to go box and wait for Hook to finish leaving the tip. We walk out to the parking lot and find Eddie talking to Ruby through the rolled down window of her car. "Thanks for breakfast, Hook. I'll see you next week!"

Hook nods and waves goodbye as he walks to his car. I turn my attention to Ruby and Eddie and walk over to get into the passenger seat. Eddie smiles as he sees me sit down and buckle up. "Aside from the fan, is everything good now, newbie?"

I smile and nod. "Yes, thanks for talking to that fan. We don't need any more drama. Right?"

Eddie scoffs, "You have a lot to learn about working here, sweetheart. But I'll leave you girls alone to enjoy the rest of your day." He waves as he walks away, and Ruby and I wave back.

I was about to ask what our plans were for today when Willow popped up in the backseat. "Surprise! It's time for a girl's day!"

I slightly jumped as her purple hair and bright colored clothes come into sight. "Willow, what the hell? You scared the shit out of me!"

She giggles as she settles back into her seat. "Sorry girl, just super excited to get our nails done, massages, and whatever else you want to do today."

Ruby smirks in the driver's seat, "Hey, she just got into the car. I had nothing to do with the scaring part."

I take a deep breath and think about what we could do together. "I need a new pair of sneakers. How about we go shopping first?" The girls nod, and Ruby drives us to the shoe store, and we start our girls' day.

For the next few hours, we shopped for shoes and clothes, gotten our nails done, and sat in the fancy massage chairs in the mall for a while. We were just about to get lunch when my phone started blowing up.

I groaned as I reached for it and saw Hook, Ricky, and Eddie had all texted me. I also saw I got tagged in some pictures on Instagram, and my heart dropped as I opened the pictures. There were multiple pictures from IHOP, including one where I am touching Hook's hand.

I decided to open Eddie's message first.

Eddie: I swear I saw that girl delete the pictures in front of my eyes! I don't know how this happened. I'm so sorry, Y/N!

I sighed and texted back:

It's not your fault, Eddie. You tried your best, but she must have them backed up somewhere, or she already sent them to her friends.

Next, I open the text from Hook.

Hook: Y/N, I'm so sorry. I had a feeling a public place wasn't the best setting for us to meet up. I should have listened to my dad.

We both agreed to breakfast, and I'm the one who reached my hand over to comfort you. How do we combat the dating rumors, though?

What do you think would happen if we ignored it?

We can't just ignore it. Speculation will grow further, and we will have even less privacy.

Fine. I'll call my dad and ask for his opinion.

Finally, I got to Ricky's message.

Ricky: So you're dating my boy Hook, now?

I groaned before responding to him.

We are not dating. We went out for breakfast so he could explain the shit you caused last night.

Moi, causing drama? I could never do such a thing! What ever could you be talking about?

Hook got flustered when you crossed paths backstage, and he ended up trying to hit on me on live TV, you jackass!

I didn't know he was going to do that! I never wanted you to be embarrassed, darling.

Well, how about you apologize to him then? I have told him I'm not looking for a relationship with ANYONE. That includes you, Starks! I just want to make friends, so if you could own up to your mistakes, that would be greatly appreciated.

I decide to leave my phone on silent and ignore the drama ramping up for the rest of the day as Ruby and Willow don't deserve to deal with my grumpy side. We get lunch, and the girls help keep my mind off of the drama for the rest of the day.

Hook's POV

This is not at all how I expected today to go. I thought Y/N and I would walk out of IHOP as a couple, but I understand why she isn't looking for that, and I am going to respect her space. At least, she wants to get to know me as a friend, so I haven't lost her completely.

I called my dad to ask for advice, but he didn't pick up the phone. Instead, I see a text come in from Ricky...

So you embarrassed her on TV, and now rumors are spreading about you dating when she has already said she doesn't want to date right now. That's rough, bro!

I roll my eyes before typing a reply.

Thanks, Captain Obvious! I hadn't noticed how horrible my luck has been the past 24 hours. The pictures aren't great, but we are working on a plan to fix it.

I watch the typing bubble for a few seconds before his reply comes in.

Just remember, you might be a good starting pitcher, but everyone remembers the closer.

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ajamnova · 9 months ago

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I feel like I’m ready to talk about why I deleted my tumblr last week. It’s something I’d normally keep to myself, but I have an important message to share.

Last week I had a massive falling out with someone dear to me. And when I say massive, I mean atomic. I knew this person for a very long time and I thought we were always on the same wavelength no matter what. It turns out that was not the case, and it all finally came tumbling down.

I said and did a lot of things to hurt this person. It went on for years and I was ignorant to it. They’d call me out and I’d apologize, only for the cycle to repeat. It finally culminated in us blowing up on each other and saying things I am positive we both regret. They attacked my very core, lashed out at every piece of me. They told me I haven’t grown up and that I’m terminally online. Their words filled me with overwhelming guilt and self-hate. My mind was overloaded, so without much rationality, I deleted my tumblr and pixiv, and even planned to delete my instagram where my art journey began.

But a friend of mine managed to talk some sense into me. He told me I was being self destructive over a single person and he was right. It’s why I came back to tumblr. I also realized how dependent I was on this person and how I went down a toxic path.

Two days after the fight, I texted a long apology acknowledging all of my faults. I asked for forgiveness one last time. But unfortunately, I had already run out of chances. They responded to me a week later and said they didn’t forgive me. Not only that, but they said to never talk to them again. By that point I had already accepted what I had done and I was ready to hear their exact words. I honored their wish and chose not to respond.

However, a week passed and the guilt I felt was replaced with anger. I realized this person wasn’t pure and innocent, they hurt me in a lot of ways too. There was a lot I put up with, and I’m now processing just how insufferable and miserable their behavior was. I may still be mourning our relationship, but I understand now that nothing of value was lost. We had grown far apart for years, becoming completely unrecognizable to one another. It only makes sense that things would end somehow.

I’ve had a lot of introspection these past two weeks. I am not a perfect person, but I always look to improve. I’ve come to appreciate the people in my life more than ever, be it friends, family, or even my followers. I want to treat them better. In the way, deleting my account helped me start over and look at things from a new perspective.

I hope that reading this makes you consider the relationships in your life as well. You’ll not only find yourself with toxic people, but you can become toxic yourself. And perhaps you might also realize the value of what you had taken for granted. Part of being an open minded person is accepting your own ignorances and learning to overcome them. It’s the unfortunate struggle of being human, but not an impossible one.

Thank you for reading

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namorslutfanfiction · 2 years ago

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Maria Elena Rios' official statement.

Disclaimer: Google translate is not always accurate.

Mexico City on June 15, 2023.

RELEASE

In my position as a woman and defender of human rights, I have made it clear and they have been able to testify that my person is based on solid principles such as consistency, truth and frankness.

Living in a country where we still have the need to continue changing the laws for a system that does not protect

to women and knowing that while we fight for this, at any moment male privilege can swallow us, is not easy. Despite all this, over the years I have built a voice and I am not going to allow a cowardly statement to try to reduce the violence that Tenoch exerted and continues to exert towards me for continuing to evade

your responsibility.

The statement that Tenoch made on his official Instagram account on June 12, 2023, shows the traditional and typical intimidation techniques of an aggressor and that come from the structures founded from the patriarchy.

Women who find ourselves in a vulnerable emotional process, when having contact with a narcissistic abuser, are dragged into a dynamic where the fear of mockery of our privacy stops us from donating.

The consensual acts at the beginning do not determine that they continue to be consensual all the time because removing the condom without warning IS A CRIME of sexual assault and in English it is known as stealthing.

After my public complaint, several colleagues approached me to share their stories and

unfortunately it is a Modus Operandi that Tenoch has exercised in a normal way for years and that

consists in:

Look for emotionally vulnerable women. Make her feel admired (you are a woman, you are pretty, you are intelligent, I admire you a lot, i have always dreamed of having a girlfriend like you, etc).

Fall in love with them

Earn their trust.

Use them as a sexual trophy.

Abruptly stop communicating and disappear.

Sometimes he goes back to look for her but only to have sex.

Disengage and not take emotional responsibility to later victimize yourself, if necessary.

They seek to clarify things.

This is preceded by a SECT, which apparently functions as a Collective, but which has appropriated an anti-racist discourse to gather a capital of followers and obtain personal ends named Poder Prieto, which protects it and will continue to do so because they are the The only people who can support him in his statements. Within the same group, women members, upon learning of my situation, told me things like:

"That's right, he's very stupid but he's trying to deconstruct himself, I'm sure," one of the actresses who founded it acknowledged before me.

-I listen to you and I listen to myself, I also went through the same thing but it did not affect me so much because I did not fall in love and I understood that it was a lie. Mana, it's that you were the new one in the group, let's say that you had to go through it mana and what he did to you is not cool but well, I'm just starting acting: Tenoch and Maya can recommend me-, another young actress confessed.

The same ones who turned their backs on me and attacked me to defend him.

How to denounce in a Mexican Judicial System if 94.8% of the complaints remain unpunished?

I am a survivor of an attempted femicide with 98% pure sulfuric acid, one of the most extreme towards a woman, after trying to reintegrate myself into society, I personally met Tenoch in December 2021 in a forum of "The first Prieto Festival but it was not until March 30, 2022 when

During a trip to Felipe Carrillo Puerto for a meeting of groups for human rights, we traveled together with other colleagues representing Poder Prieto. He courted me constantly and indeed, his friends from Poder Prieto are witnesses of that but they are not witnesses the intimate relationship I had with him.

During that whole week, I believed in all the nice things he said to me and I fell. I fell in love and it does not give me Shame because everyone gives what they have.

The statement that Tenoch issued tries to make me look like a scorned woman. It took me a lot of work to assimilate and process all these emotions but this does not mean what he wants to imply.

"What a coincidence that until now you say it" "Complaint in the Prosecutor's Office" "You want fame"

"You want money".

Tenoch, in order to victimize himself and confuse me, exerted and continues to exert Gaslighting on me (a pattern of emotional abuse in which the victim is manipulated into doubting their own perception, judgment or memory) and Pity Play (an attitude used by the abuser to distort the true story and appear as the damaged party and thus blame the other party) where the effect of "the flying monkey" arose, a term used in psychology to refer to who helps the aggressor to attack the victim and make her feel guilty. That They did it to me and I have proof of it, that is, all the violence that members of Poder Prieto exercised towards me to protect Tenoch and it is because of this situation that months later led me to leave that group.

In a despicable way, Tenoch tries to intimidate me by hinting that he hired a legal team to initiate the corresponding actions and protect his reputation. The civil route reconciles the parties and unfortunately the violence that I received and continue to receive from you, in Mexico is still not recognized and much less legislated as in other countries.

Psychopathic abuse is a characteristic that whiteness has against racialized people and Tenoch together with members of Poder Prieto, with the appropriation of anti-racist speeches, have exercised it with me and with other people.

Dare to talk about this situation is not easy and Tenoch with the intention of detracting from my statement and legitimate truth, with his lies he has generated hatred and puts himself in danger, since I have received threats to burn myself with acid from fans of the characters he has interpreted in the audiovisual medium. I tell them that I don't want money or fame. All I want is for this violence to stop and to be able to live in peace. The first step is to raise your voice to name them and put a stop to them.

I remind you that nothing justifies threatening, violating and intimidating women for raising their voices. The character is one thing and the person who plays him is another, and being dark-skinned never exonerates you from being a violator who abuses his power.

Companions, don't feel guilty if you also went through this situation with him or with other men. Unfortunately it's part of a shady system. Today we have to make it visible so that tomorrow it stops being an unpleasant reality.

Always firm, always strong because we are women and fear is behind us.

My immediate thoughts:

In my opinion the only situation that could be punishable by law would be the possible "stealthing". But that would be hard to prove.

Everything else is asshole behavior or fuckboy behavior but not a criminal offense.

#maria elena rios #tenoch huerta

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lovingdreamworld · 2 years ago

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Dream's Apology

On May 7th, 2022, Dream released an apology following his past videos come to light. In them were harmful racist and antisemitic jokes.

I have not been able to find this apology on tumblr, nor the original link. I believe it is necessary for me to post this here as a point of reference, especially with how easily misinformation circulates and resources are lost. As always, please use your own judgement.

Image ID below cut.

[Image ID: Screenshot of Dream's Pastebin 'Past' from May 7th 2022

"I’m writing this just as the thoughts come to my head so sorry if I ramble at all.

Just thought I’d readdress some things I’ve talked about before, and in turn, current events. The elephant in the room, I had bigoted humor, and some very privileged and bigoted views before Youtube. Point blank. I’ve talked openly about how YouTube changed me for the better, going from a very sheltered life to talking to people from all over the world, from different cultures and countries and communities. This is something I don’t mind talking about at all because I think growth is important, and that acknowledging that having done racist things, or other things of that nature, doesn’t make you racist. It’s your actions after knowing that what you did was racist or offensive that defines you. making sure you never do those things again, and recognizing that they’re gross, and completely unacceptable. that is what defines how you are as a person. Whether it’s a full blown racist ass “meme”, or just a micro aggression against a marginalized community. Recognizing it was wrong, and moving forward knowing that.

Some people grow up surrounded by only love & kindness & understanding and don’t realize how blessed they are to have been fed the things they were on social media, and things they were taught in school, from their parents, their friends, their local government, who all their role models were. Everyone has a different upbringing, and until you get out in the world and you meet people, you’re always a lot more ignorant. I didn’t have a twitter until 2018/19, a facebook, an Instagram, or any social media. Being able to talk to people in an instant, and have people not afraid to challenge my view point, or that didn’t have the exact same views as my friends or my family or my city, was something completely new to me. Something that at first I rejected completely, and didn’t try and LISTEN. I would listen just to know how to argue back, not to try and actually understand. Once I learned that there’s more to listening than just hearing what someone’s saying, I matured a lot and slowly but surely I met more and more awesome people and feel like a completely completely different person to even just 3 years ago when I had no social media at all.

Everything that people have been bringing up recently are things that are from videos that I deleted while I was learning and growing. There’s a reason you’re viewing it on the way back machine, and not my channel, and that they’ve been deleted since early 2020 or even 2019.

I’ve talked to fans of mine from all kinds of places and cultures and plenty of times that’s resulted in me deciding to take a video down, even if it was only one person I had a discussion with in private. A lot of my “humor” came from the YouTubers I watched growing up, and so knowing that, I’ve always strived to make sure my content is as friendly to people around the world as it possibly can be. No matter who it is. I feel like it’s my responsibility. I don’t want a kid to end up being accidentally hateful because it’s something that I made them feel like was okay. I’m not their parent, but sometimes creators can have more of an influence on someone’s heart than even their parents. I only want that to be positive.

It is upsetting seeing clips that I have removed long ago being brought up, because obviously they were removed for a reason. But like I’ve also talked about many times before, that’s going to unfortunately happen. When people see stuff like that, they will want some reassurance that you don’t hold those views, or that you were uninformed or being ignorant. but the fact is, that’s not always the case. Sometimes, you were just being racist. You can be being both ignorant and racist at the same time.

I’ve done racist things. I’ve done bigoted things. I’ve never done anything with the intent to harm someone, but I have definitely harmed groups of people without caring, or without understanding the effect my words or actions could have on that group. What struggles they have to deal with on a daily basis, and how me as a teenager didn’t care enough to understand that or realize that I was adding to hatefulness in the world. It sucks, it sucked, and I’m sorry.

It’s heartbreaking to see long since deleted clips resurface, because it’s paraded as if these are my current jokes, or my current positions, or that I am a horrible bigot, and when that happens, the hurt that my past self inflicted on probably a very small audience, now gets brought up again and amplified to hurt more people. It breaks my heart because I’ve always learned from my mistakes, and part of that has opened me up to being a lot more empathetic. It hurts seeing some of the random memes or jokes that I made growing up, because now I understand that they weren’t just jokes, they were harmful and they had real impact on those around me, even if I didn’t know it. People don’t need to see idiotic gross things that I did at a young age, or while growing up and finding myself as a person. that being said, I don’t want to just brush it off, because I feel like everything I’m saying here is important for you guys to hear, and it doesn’t matter how long ago something was, it’s bound to pop up at some point.

So I’ll just finish this by saying that I have nothing but love for everybody out there, I don’t care who you are, if you hate me or love me, where you’re from, or anything about you. you have value and worth, and you deserve to be listened to and understood. I’ll always do my best to learn and grow from my past mistakes, and listen to people when I make new ones, because I will. I ask that everyone judge me by my current content, my current character, and who I am now as a person, because that’s all I have to offer, and the best anyone can do. I’ll do my best to always be the best version of myself possible.

See you soon - Dream" End ID].

#dreamwastaken discourse #dreamwastaken mcyt #dreamwastaken #important #resource

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anitabyars · 10 months ago

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New Release from Sawyer Bennett

Callum (Pittsburgh Titans, Book #12)

Synopsis:

Callum Derringer was hired by the Pittsburgh Titans to help rebuild the organization after a devastating plane crash left its future unknown. Now that he’s got the team back on track, it’s time to put some effort into his own life.

When I accepted the job of general manager with the Titans, it was just the opportunity I needed to prove myself to the sports world. Unfortunately, my career isn’t the only area in which I’ve previously made mistakes and the past is about to come back in a big way.

Juniper Ryan is…complicated. Smart, funny and insanely gorgeous, she was my first love and my first heartbreak. But my loss was my stepbrother’s gain and she’s been his wife for five years now. I’ve done a decent job of putting her out of my mind but when I’m brought home for a family emergency and see the bruises on Juniper, I’m gutted to learn that she was pushed into the arms of a monster.

Vowing to put our past aside, I learn dark truths about my brother and his marriage to my first love. And to make matters worse, I’m beginning to realize the feelings I once had for Juniper aren’t tucked quite as far away as I had hoped.

When things take a dangerous turn, I’m willing to put myself in the line of fire to keep my girl safe. I was a fool to walk away from Juniper the first time and I’m a man who knows better than to make the same mistake twice.

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My Review

5⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Callum, is the latest addition to the Pittsburgh Titans series. And if you love second chance romance stories then Callum Derringer and Juniiper “Juni” Ryan’s story is the story for you!

This emotional story brings it! Filled full of fear, danger, passion and romance that had me sitting on the edge of my seat as they take on this roller coaster of a journey A journey I didn’t see coming!

Callum is the General Manager of the Pittsburgh Titans, who loves his job but who has never forgotten the one that got away. When his mother has a fall and ends up in the hospital he returns home, to a place he would never return to except to help his mother and that’s where he sees her again.

Juni his first love is now the wife of his stepbrother Tristan. When he notices bruises on Juni and realizes that she is desperate to escape her abusive husband. Callum is on board to help her anyway he can and takes her back to Pittsburgh to start a new life. But will her new life include him…you will need to read to find out.

This book brought all the feels, I smiled, I cheered, I cried. It was an emotional ride with twists and turns I didn’t see coming. I was obsessed , captivated until the end! Loved this so much!

I received an early copy and this is my honest review.

#sawyerbennett #newrelease #pittsburgh titans #Callum #hockeyromance #first love last love

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digitaloompaloompa · 2 years ago

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The Female of the Species: Bonus (1)

As promised, here’s the unedited interviews I used in creating the episode on women in the industry. I contacted many female colleagues across a number of disciplines and experience ranges, not all of them had the time to contribute or preferred to keep their experiences private. Regardless of whether you were featured, many thanks to all the amazing professionals who contributed their experience or support to make that episode so memorable. And without further ado, here’s what these ladies had to say.

How did you join?

I created a games company with my partner right after university in 2009, let's call it a soft launch. The full launch was in 2015 when we both joined Social Point. The process was pretty normal, I got contacted by a few recruiters, did some tests, flew out to an interview, and got hired.

How's your experience been? Have you felt treated differently than men?

From what I hear, super lucky! I can't think of any obviously sexist treatment towards me. But being the only woman on a team, there were times where I was treated differently than the men, just not for that reason.

Are women such a different demographic to play games, and to make games?

Hmm... yes, no, it depends. I just don't think it's a super useful category, not by itself and especially not on the dev side.

Have things improved (or in any way changed) during your time in the industry?

Not for me, but I hope so.

Do you think it makes sense in today's culture to make a distinction between male and female gamers, male and female developers?

No, not really, especially not on the dev side.

Final thoughts you didn't ask for: Now, despite my experience, I know there's a sexism problem in the games industry, because it exists everywhere, we're not that special, unfortunately.

How did you join?

I started in the industry through Instagram. Omnidrone put up a story, I responded to them, and as a result of that they gave me a first interview. Then I did a few more, a level test, and got in as a Junior Game Balancer.

How's your experience been? Have you felt treated differently than men?

My overall experience has been very positive. In the team they have treated me well, and I have learned a lot from my teammates.

In general I have not felt treated differently from men. At some point they have tried to scare me with a wasp (which did not work), or sometimes the conversation turns to an informal tone in which I can feel out of place, for some topics where I am not included. But other than that, I've always felt comfortable in the team.

Are women such a different demographic to play games, and to make games?

I don't think women are that much of a different demographic to play than men. Although it is true that as in the genres of movies or books, there are more masculine tendencies and other more feminine ones. When it comes to creating video games, I see it as very positive that both men and women participate, since both can contribute different ideas and points of view. But for the rest, both can know how to program, design, create art, etc. And of course, play ;)

Have things improved (or in any way changed) during your time in the industry?

I've only been in the industry for a very short time, so I haven't noticed any major changes to date.

And do you think it makes sense in today's culture to make a distinction between male and female gamers, male and female developers?

It depends on the type of distinction. Of course, men and women have their differences, but as long as these distinctions do not imply negative aspects, I don't see it as a bad thing. For example, the use of fanservice seems correct to me, as long as both genders can enjoy it equally. If this degrades women, or we see that out of 100 games with fanservice, 9 are aimed at men, there is something wrong there. With that I do not mean that I am against fanservice aimed at men, but that it is also given the same options/opportunities that women can also enjoy it

And as for female/male developers, it is the same as saying, Asian or African developers. We all have our differences, but if we are doing the same job, that aspect should not influence beyond whether we do our job well or badly.

How did you join?

I joined the game industry not intentionally, it just happened naturally. I never knew what I wanted to do when I was older, I wasn't sure what life was really like because no one told you about it. I started Multimedia Engineering thinking it was exciting to work with something I loved so much in my day by day, computers and internet. Once inside, I started participating and joining events about video games development. Year after year, it was more and more clear for me that developing games would be something I'd enjoy for the rest of my life.

How's your experience been?

I feel like working on video games is something that brings you a lot of satisfaction and feeling of endless growth.

As with everything, there are moments of serious frustration but it normally follows with relief and happiness when you see the result of your work through the eyes of people playing the games you help make.

Since I began in this industry, I feel like I have grown in every sense. Each project you start is a new challenge that forces you to leave your comfort zone and to learn to resolve a problem in many different ways. Every company I've stepped my foot in organizes and develops their games differently and it really gives you many points of view on the same thing, making your mind more open.

Have you felt treated differently than men?

It never came to my mind to see myself differently than a man. I never made a choice in my life thinking I should or shouldn't do it because of my gender. Gratefully, no one ever told me what to do or choose for being a woman neither.

But, it's funny for me to think that the only moments I've been treated differently is when people are worried if I'm treated differently.

Let me explain, when I started my engineering career, many people would congratulate me for doing something that "not so many women did", or they would point out that I should preside career events to motivate young women to do the same. I never enjoyed these comments because those thoughts made me feel different than man. For some reason, I was applauded for doing the same thing as them but I got an approval that I didn't need or want. As if women were victims that needed consent, acceptance or worship for just doing human stuff.

Are women such a different demographic to play games, and to make games?

I think that culture as formed us, women and men, as two equal but different beings. It's visible to us that both genders in general seem to incline to different preferences. Commercials, movies and even video games have shaped us in every way, making us love or hate something, less or more.

Stereotypes and prejudices have given us a role to fulfill in society. I wouldn't be scared to affirm that women, as of today, have different preferences regarding games. But I do think that, in the video games area, women are becoming more similar to men in what they like. Little by little :P

Have things improved (or in any way changed) during your time in the industry?

If the question is regarding women vs men, during my time in this industry (6 years approx.), the only changes I've noticed is that now, on the 8th of March, there are a lot of purple hearts around. I personally don't feel there is any change needed. If people have set a goal in which "More women should be in the video game industry", I don't believe in that goal. Human beings, women in this case, will do whatever they want. If they want video games, then video games. If they want medicine, then medicine. Luckily, in our country we are able to choose freely and equally, and I'd like to conserve that until the end of our days. If someone needs an incentive to do something (like a women referrer), then maybe that person isn't choosing with real passion and love.

And do you think it makes sense in today's culture to make a distinction between male and female gamers, male and female developers?

What is a male? And what is a female? I don't think we should differentiate ourselves by anything physical or chemical in the game industry. Would I differentiate between a bold person and a long-haired person? Would I differentiate between fat and thin people? The more we talk about males and females, the more separation we add between them. We don't need that big gap society is creating on us.

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cataboliac · 3 years ago

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Teach

“Glycine, valine, leucine, isoleucine, alanine, They all are aliphatic, so you will not see a ring!”

Your voice echoes throughout the auditorium of students. It’s a ridiculous song, but you thought it would be easier to end the topic with something catchy to help them memorize the important details. Despite the cringe you feel, you push on to give what seems to be an enjoyable performance since everyone is clapping to the beat.

“The lone human amino acid with one is proline, From protein we are formed!”

You finally reached the end of the song, without your voice cracking, surprising even yourself. As you take a bow, your class erupts into applause alongside a multitude of camera snaps and flashes. You come to the realization that your students might post this on social media, making you slightly apprehensive of what your friends will think. Oh well, the things you do for the love of science. Finally catching your breath, you head back to the podium to address the class.

“Okay guys, settle down, settle down. You can post your videos on Instagram as long as I look good in them,” you jest to the crowd, eliciting a hearty laugh from everyone.

You gesture for everyone to quiet down for some announcements. You put your serious face on as everyone gives you their utmost attention.

You then hold up some sheets of paper. “So first things first, I have to give back the practice quizzes we did yesterday. Unfortunately, I do have some bad news everyone...” You try to place a more serious and disappointed tone in your voice with the last sentence.

It works. In contrast to the light atmosphere from moments ago, the tension is heavy in the air. You scan the seats slowly and even try to lock eyes with some of your students, showing them this was no joke. Everyone avoids your stare, except for one who matches your look with the same intense gaze. Looking into those brown orbs you almost falter to her fierce questioning look. You figure you were having too much fun anyways so you finally break into a smile.

“Because everyone passed yesterday, we’re giving you a day off tomorrow to study for your midterms!” You slightly slap the sheets of paper on the podium for emphasis as everyone in the room collectively screams in relief and celebration. You chuckle at everyone’s reaction, as they all line up to receive their papers.

“Gotta hand it to you Teach, you almost had us for a second,” says Ryujin, one of your students, as she approaches you.

You return her paper, and she gives you a shocked look. “Wow, did I really score this high? You’re the best, Teach!”

“That’s all you, so keep it up Ryujin,” you say as you give her a high five. You see her rush back to her group of friends who also have the same shocked faces.

You return the last of the papers and head back to the podium. “That’s all for today, class dismissed and good luck with midterms!” The auditorium slowly empties up, with some saying goodbye to you first before heading out of the room.

It still feels weird to be the one standing up on the platform—just a year ago, you were in one of those seats learning from Professor Sunmi. When the school year ended she asked you to be one of her teaching assistants due to your high grades, and you agreed, mainly because of the stipend. While the shift from student to teacher was admittedly a struggle at first, you eventually found your footing to build proper rapport and control over your lovely bunch of students.

You walk to the teacher’s table to pack up your things, when suddenly you feel two arms snake around your torso from behind.

“You didn’t tell me you could sing.”

Knowing the owner of that sweet voice, you smile and turn around in her arms to return the hug, kissing her on her forehead right after. “What can I say, I learned from the best.”

She kisses you back on the cheek. “And was it really necessary to prank everyone like that?”

“Hey, the first few weeks with them were hell, this was just some payback from the two of us. Plus, we shouldn’t treat them too formally since we’re just teaching assistants Jihyo,” you say defensively.

“The first few weeks were only hell for you because you couldn’t control them at first,” she says laughingly.

“You’re just jealous that they like me better babe,” you rebut as she playfully hits your shoulder.

The other reason you agreed to the gig was Jihyo. She was your classmate and the highest ranked in class last year. Jihyo asked you personally to help out, and you were surprised to hear that she even recommended you to Professor Sunmi.

You’ve always found Jihyo quite attractive with that bedazzling smile, her astute intelligence, and that goddess-like body. Over the course of summer, while organizing the lesson plans, you eventually found the courage to ask her out. To your surprise, she also had a crush on you, and so the two of you have been dating ever since.

“What are you smiling at?” she playfully asks, pulling you from your reverie. You realize you’ve been unconsciously smiling by just taking in the sight of Jihyo.

“Oh, just reminiscing about last year when we were in those seats. Now we get to watch each other teach students. You look perfect up there, Professor Jihyo.” you wholeheartedly say, causing her to slightly blush.

“Flatterer,” she replies back, giving you a chaste kiss.

You can’t help but ogle Jihyo’s outfit now that you’re alone with her—no use denying that during the course of your lesson today, you were distracted by her and how her white button-up blouse hugged her plump chest, the buttons to explode at any moment; how her tight blue work pants perfectly outlined her curvy waist, making you fully appreciate the firm shape of her hips; and—your favorite part of this outfit—how her glasses highlight those deep brown eyes, those beautiful chestnut eyes that read you like an open book.

Jihyo’s hand cups your chin to make you look straight into her eyes. “Got something on your mind tiger? You’ve been staring for a while now, and at certain places that might get you in trouble.” She sounds disapproving, but her actions say otherwise as she hugs you tighter.

“Sorry, I was also thinking about certain topics we can go over right now for our midterms,” you say as you squeeze the sides of her apple hips. Jihyo slightly yelps at your touch, before the look in her eyes changes into a look of lust you’re all too familiar with.

“I was thinking that”—You kiss her on the cheek, before moving to kiss the side of her chin–“we could go over surface anatomy first”—You kiss her up and down her favorite parts on her neck, making her breath hitch a little, until you reach her ear again–“Then we can review reproductive anatomy next.”

Jihyo suddenly pulls you by the necktie towards the teacher’s table. She sits down and then wraps her legs around your waist, holding on to your shoulders for support. As both of your foreheads meet with each other, her hair flows over your faces.

“Let’s begin the review session then, Teach,” Jihyo whispers back before crashing her lips onto yours. You waste no time in invading her mouth with your tongue, and she accepts willingly. She tastes like chocolate, her favorite snack to munch on during lectures. It’s a perfect pairing to Jihyo’s sweetness.

As you continue your makeout session, the two of you start to remove articles of clothing. Off goes your tie and dress shirt first, haphazardly discarded to the side by Jihyo. You retaliate by unbuttoning most of Jihyo’s blouse, exposing the black bra that holds her marvelous assets. You cup her breasts, and Jihyo moans in response. She breaks the kiss to look into your eyes intently.

“Take me to the back. Now,” she orders.

“With pleasure, Professor.” You lift Jihyo off from the table, surprising her which causes her to laugh. You bring her to the soundbooth at the back, and once you close the door she captures your lips once again. While you kiss, your body miraculously finds the swivel chair and sits down on it with ease. After a few more moments of lip locking, your hands move up to Jihyo’s bra clasp.

Your attempt at removal is successful, and Jihyo breaks the kiss to make a show of her removing her blouse and bra. Finally free from constraints, Jihyo’s phenomenal breasts jiggled right in front of you. You waste no time in showing your appreciation by sucking on each of them. She moans louder now, thanks to the privacy of the room.

“Are you always this sensitive, Professor Jihyo, when reviewing the wonders of your surface anatomy?” you tease as you nibble on her nubs. Her moans are melodic, and Jihyo’s eyes slightly roll back from pleasure.

“It’s, ah, an often-overlooked topic. I’m glad you appreciate them.”

You feel Jihyo tug on your belt—to your surprise, she unbuckles it somehow from her position before she tugs for your assistance. You help settle Jihyo on the floor before you remove your pants and discard them to the side. Sitting down on the chair once more, you watch as Jihyo grabs the sides of your underwear and pulls them down painfully slowly. The second subject of review is put into motion as your cock springs up from its confines.

“Mmmm, my turn to review. I hope you’re ready, Teach,” she says with a glint in her eye.

Jihyo starts immediately by pumping you fast and sucking deeply on your head, making sure she gets every bit of pre-cum with every lap of her tongue. Her thorough-yet-sloppy blowjob quickly lathers up your dick with her spit. You watch as she starts to bob her head up and down your shaft making her breasts jiggle with her every motion. She gives you no respite, making you grip the handles of the chair tightly from pleasure.

“Let me try something out. Lean back a bit.” You adjust the swivel chair so that you can partially lean back. Jihyo then presses her breasts together around your shaft and slowly slides them up and down; thanks to her earlier work, you easily slide in and out of her cleavage. She never breaks eye contact with you, catching the tip of your head with her mouth and giving it a couple of flicks with her tongue.

This new sensation is mind-numbing. It’s even crazier to see Jihyo in such a position. It’s your turn to feel your eyes roll back, as you feel your abdomen tighten a bit.

“Where did you learn that, Professor?” you say as you pat her head to her to slow down.

“I always read up before review sessions, you should try it sometime,” she jests as she kisses the top of your cock. She releases her hold from your shaft to kiss you.

“You’d be surprised. Sit down and I’ll show you.” You switch places with Jihyo, her sitting down on the chair. You help her remove her pants, leaving her in her lacy black panties. Just like earlier, you slowly remove her panties, and when she’s stripped off you take in the luscious sight of your naked girlfriend. Her well-formed hips, sculpted thighs, and her glistening heat, all await your touch.

You pepper kisses on each of her thighs, slowly inching towards her core. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, you surprise her by licking her folds. Jihyo instantly yelps and squirms from the contact. She is very well wet, so you dive in immediately to lap up what you can. She always tasted so intoxicatingly sweet.

“Oh my god–ah! That feels so amazing babe,” Jihyo exclaims, her words slightly slurring.

You surprise her again by sucking directly on her clit and slowly inserting a finger in her. Jihyo screams in delight, and she starts to grind more on your mouth and finger for more friction. You feel Jihyo starting to tremble under your ministrations, so you insert a second finger to try and feel for her G-spot. The instant you rub it, Jihyo arches her back without warning. Her eyes are shut tight, and she holds onto the chair handles for dear life. She gasps for air, and with a few more rubs she cums on you.

You do your best to catch every drop of her, as you feel some of her juices overflow onto parts of your jaw. Her thighs grip around you like a vice grip, pleasurably suffocating you. At last her body slowly calms down, and you kiss her folds for good measure. After guiding Jihyo from the aftershocks, you switch places with Jihyo making her straddle your waist.

“I stand corrected, you read up well Teach,” she says breathlessly. You chuckle at her statement, as you feel her hand guide your cock to her entrance.

“We have one last material to cover Professor,” you reply back.

You pull Jihyo into another deep kiss as she slowly slides down your shaft. Fucking her tits was amazing, but nothing beats the original. It always feels like the first time with Jihyo, her tightness sometimes overwhelming as her walls adjust to your size. You feel her nails slightly dig into your shoulders the deeper your cock enters her. At last your whole length is in her, and you both take a moment to savor the feeling.

Jihyo starts to kiss your neck, signalling to you that she will start moving. Slowly lifting her hips up causes half of your length to be left inside of her. She then slides down and repeats this mind-blowing rhythm. Hearing her small whimpers against your neck, you slowly join in the rhythm by thrusting upwards. She hugs you and wraps her legs around you tighter, whispering sweet nothings to you. The chair beneath you creaks from both of your exertions, as always holding both of your weights.

You suddenly feel a sharp pleasurable sting on your shoulder that causes you to gasp. Jihyo’s teeth slightly sinks into flesh as she nibbles at your shoulder. It pushes you a bit more to the edge, so you up the ante by increasing the tempo of your thrusts. She starts to moan into your shoulder, ceasing the biting in favor of gasping for air. An all-too-familiar pressure builds up in your abdomen.

“Fuck yes, I’m close babe, finish with me!” she screams as she holds on to you for dear life.

As if she knows you’re close too, Jihyo pulls you into a mind-blowing kiss. It’s a sensory overload. With one last thrust, you unload shot after shot of semen into her. You hold her as close as you can, draining everything inside of her—meanwhile, you feel her body tremble around you and her nails dig even deeper into your back. Jihyo whimpers in your mouth, sucking the last breath out of you. You both break from the kiss, leaving a small spit trail in between. Equally spent, your tired and sweaty bodies stay in an entangled embrace.

“How did I do, Professor Jihyo?” you ask after moments of silence. You caress her hair, pushing away the strands of hair that cover her face.

She laughs at your question, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “You did a wonderful job, Teach, but it won’t hurt if we do a couple more remedial lessons at home later.”

AN: Hello! Another quickie, couldn’t get Jihyo off my mind so I had to write about her. I hope there are some people who recognize the song, because I got it from a video game called Mass Effect! And if you’re a STEM major, this song saved my ass a couple times! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCAUaYpbHwY

I had loads of fun writing this fic. But I realized I need to learn more about writing. Like a lot, but that part of the grind! Super big thanks to @midnightdancingsol for editing, and to @mintwithchoco for beta-reading. I had fun learning from the both of you, and I hope to improve more with the notes!

#male reader #twice smut #park jihyo #jihyo smut #smut #kpop smut #reader insert

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ukiyokki · 4 years ago

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mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

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newronantic · 3 years ago

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HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

MHA one is up!!

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"

Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

Beginning’s End - todxrxki

Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki

“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”

“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”

“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

TOKYO FRANCHISE COMING SOON @OnigiriMiya

in reply to @bokkun_official

Congratulations! In celebration of your historic engagement, please DM us so we can send you a free membership code with a 25% discount on every fourth purchase!

Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

SakuAtsu

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

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nerdy-simp-7120 · 4 years ago

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hi! if you're comfortable writing this, could i ask for a scenario? this has been in the back of my head for a while.

what would be the reaction of the brothers + dateables of watching mc play resident evil in the dimitrescu castle? who would be down bad the most

thank you! feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write this ofc

I love this ask (stan tall vampire lady). The only thing is that I accidentally turned it into a “how they feel about the game.” I managed to add in some parts with MC playing as well to make up for it

Update: I literally finished the request yesterday but my wifi went down and I lost everything 😩 😩

I also wrote this in the middle of the night so sorry if there are any errors! Enjoy!

Warnings: cursing.

How the OM! characters would react to you playing Resident Evil (Dimitrescu Castle edition)

Lucifer

Will not care at first

"I hold no interest in such trivial simulations."

His weakness? Being a simp for you.

He decides to look into the game a bit more in private later on.

Will lowkey practice the game

If you ever catch him playing it, do not say anything because he will stop immediately, deny everything, and might not ever do it again

With time, however, Lucifer will come to master the game.

Here comes the showing off.

When you're rambling about the game with Levi, Lucifer will join the conversation and you two will be like "wow, boomer knows something for once--"

Or when you're struggling on a part of the game he will be like, "hand it over"

Before expertly getting through that part.

Can defeat Lady Dimitrescu if you ask him to but be careful cause he might make you beg

sadistic bastard

or you can be a badass and show him your skills

Will be a tad shocked at how easily you handled it but won't let it show (okay Elsa)

Also proud though

Lucifer's internal monologue: “That’s right- show them how it’s done, Y/n.”

Mammon

Scared.

Will watch you play and cover his eyes during every battle

"wHAT IS THAT?!" at everything you come across

I hope you're good at playing one-handed because you'll have to use the other hand to hold his throughout the entire thing

Admires you're bravery but would never admit it

"You were horrible! ...N-nice job beating the game, not that I c-care or anything. You sucked anyways!"

Not even 10 seconds later...

"Can I watch you play again?"

Comes to find that the faces you make are adorable: when you're concentrating on a battle, when you win, find a valuable item, etc

He loves being able to see how you're feeling up close.

If you catch him staring when you take a break or something he'll blush and either ask you if you have a staring problem or that you have something on your face

He may or may not buy cheap merch (a tiny key chain of Lady Dimitrescu or your favorite character) for you, all the while spewing lame excuses

Please bear with him- he's trying.

Leviathan

"YOU ALSO LIKE RESIDENT DEVIL?!?? Ah! I-I mean..."

Congrats, you just found yourself someone to discuss the game with

Is open to cosplay the characters with you

You two will have competitions to see who can beat the game faster.

You both also share theories with each other all the time

Or simply discuss the characters together

He purposefully stays quiet to hear you ramble on and on- dude finds it adorable

You two also sometimes argue debate over a character name or event in the game

Because while you have Resident Evil

He only knows Resident Devil

This is the equivalent of Devilgram and Instagram

I mean

They’re the same,

But a couple things were altered, y’know, to prevent copyright

So yes, there are definitely a few quarrels here and there

But all in all, it’s a fun gamer bud experience

Don’t tell him I told you but he thinks it’s hot when you show off your badass skills in a boss fight

Satan

He plays it on the lowkey.

Not because he’s embarrassed

But because he partially takes his anger out on the characters

During gory scenes, he imagines it’s him torturing Lucifer, fueling his determination to win

A calculated person, Satan is a smart player

But there are times when he’s particularly angry and he becomes a reckless one, jumping into fights impetuously

This is where you come in and beat the enemy for him

He may get angrier, thinking you are underestimating him

But, for the sake of the person he loves, he calms down knowing you didn’t mean to offend him

A small part in the back of his head also admires you for being able to handle the fight a ton better than he did

Congratulations, you just earned yourself the great Satan’s respect (resident evil-wise).

Asmodeus

“Oh my, I never knew you were into such gory games! Does this mean you’re into blood play, because I know many things about--”

He may look carefree on the outside

But on the inside?

Let’s take a look, shall we?

Holy shit

What the fu--

Jesus christ, can you pull a move like that in real life?

He needs to be careful to not piss you off.

If you can handle this, who knows what you could be capable of?

Hold on.

Wait, you look so concentrated

Eeep! How cute!

Anyways, it ends with him snapping a bunch of pictures

Keeps them for himself and may brag to his brothers about how he got some “special” shots of you

Obviously never elaborates on what the special part means to keep his dear siblings on edge because, what the hell, they want to know what these special shots are

Would not play the game because there’s “tOo MuCh BlOoDsHeD”

We all know he’s most likely seen his fair share of bloodshed

“What if the adrenaline gives me acne?”

He’s probably just bad at the game--

Verdict: Asmo is a simp and not afraid to flaunt it.

Beel

...Are you okay?

Do you think about homicide--?

Oh, that lady looks nice.

Huh, she’s 9′6″??

What’s her name? Lady Dimitrescu?

Okay-- WAIT WHY IS SHE TURNING INTO THAT??

Not scared, just a tad bit concerned

Poor Beel, concerned for Lady D :’)

Also, seeing the death’s of Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra hit different

Because he know what it’s like to lose a sibling.

Safe to say he understands Alcina’s pain when she raged about her children being dead.

Also concerned about how the gore could affect you

Because isn’t stuff like this supposed to traumatize humans?

Would support you regardless though

And thinks that you’re really brave for playing the game and still being able to stand strong

On another note, Beel decided to make small flower graves for the three sisters and Alcina because he’s adorable and kind like that

Belphegor

Likes the game but is too lazy to play himself

Regularly watches Satan play (or at least as much as he can before deciding it’s nap time)

I hope you enjoy Belphie using you as a body pillow and watching you play from now on

Makes small comments here and there to help you out

“To your left... Oh, and open the window- yeah, that one.”

Will smirk, impressed, when you deal with the fights and win yourself without his comments.

“That’s my Y/n”

(Sorry I don’t know what else to put for him :’))

Diavolo

“Is this a human trend?” meme

Will watch excitedly and “oooo” whenever you do something cool

Be careful though, because the questions will not stop as you play

“What’s that? I see. What’s it for? How do you win the game? Who’s that character? Why can’t you do this? What about--?”

Diavolo, you’re awesome and all, but please

shush

On the inside, is also one that might be a tad concerned about your mental health because doesn’t that gore traumatize humans?

Wait, you do this for entertainment?

...

Another warning: he will shower you in merchandise from the game

I am not above the fact that this man has a game room

And he will try to master the game

Casually pushes all his paperwork over to Lucifer so he can play Resident Evil

RIP Luci

Unfortunately, Diavolo will have trouble grasping the game and how it works

You will have to explain many things to him

Good luck- he’s a bit of a boomer (but willing to learn) and may or may not get distracted staring at you

But anyways, he enjoys engaging in the competitions you and Levi have

Whether it be playing as well or simply watching

He just loves to see you happy

Barbatos

Oh my, what’s this?

Will watch you play

and constantly criticize how filthy the Dimitrescu castle is

“Do they have any idea how many rats this can attract?”

Barbatos, your weakness is showing.

Seeing you so happy while playing the game helps him relax from his daily troubles tasks

He rewards you with a pat on the head any time you beat a foe

When Diavolo goes over to the HoL or when you come over to play in he silently cheers you on in the background.

Solomon

Yuh

Is educated on the game and knows his shit as the only other human

Maybe knows a bit too much of the game

You will later come to find out that, somewhere in his mass tangle of shady connections, he knows a developer

Might give you tips and tricks to get on higher levels

But never, and I mean never, challenge him like you would with Levi to see who can beat the game faster

Because he will beat you by a seconds on purpose, just to piss you of

all the while doing that dark, shady chuckle

Asshole

But anyways, if you manage to finesse and beat him, he will be

So confused

“I thought I did it all right, what went wrong...?” he thinks to himself.

On the outside, however, he’s smiling

Will hand over some praise to his little apprentice, but if you look carefully you will see a spark of annoyance

We get it Solomon, you’re a sore loser.

In the end, he will still leave somewhat impressed at your skillz

Simeon

w h a t

Is a little scared

“Is this one of them video games you kids play nowadays...? Just kidding. What are you playing-- oh my”

Might try to figure out how to play

But alas,

Simeon is yet another boomer

So he will have quite some trouble even figuring out how to move

And why does he hold the controller like that what

If you’ve seen that one picture of him holding his phone sideways you know what I mean

On another note, if you look through his poem book, then you may or may not find a few poems describing how amazing and badass you looked hustling the entire game

Luke

about to bomb this master hill

No literally is considering bombing the computer or whatever you’re playing on because wHAT IS THAT

He is just

Scared

This will give him nightmares for weeks

Apparently Alcina reminds him of Lucifer so he kinda

Hates her

Says he will protect you

--as he runs out of the room in fear

Irrelevant but the one he hates the most is fetus baby

Michael have mercy on this poor boy--

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Cute Angel & Husk Instagram interactions:

Husk's first post on Instagram, Angel lovingly asks for a picture with him as well. Husk's response? "😾" but... not a no?

Angel, looking completely exhausted after a long day, complains about his hunger-

Valentino is quick to point out in the comments that he forgot about Angel completely, so Angel asks to be picked up again as well as bring some food because he's starving.

Rat man reluctantly agrees to after he's done filming, but he wouldn't bring food because he already ate. Angel begs again, but to no response. So I'll take that as a no.

Cut to Angel's next post—

> Husk got Angel food <

Husk was the one who went out of his way to get Angel something to eat.

Look at Husk's face and tell me that isn't the typical tsundere 'It's not like I like you or anything, b-baka!!' look.

The situation probably went down like this:

Husk: "Here."🙄😾

*Shoves food in Angel's arms*

Angel: "Huh? For me?? Husky you shouldn't have~💖"

Husk: "Hmph. I-It's not that I care or anything, don't read too much into it! I just happened to buy extra. Don't think you're special, w-whatever just fuck off already🖕."

okayyy maybe not exactly like that but I can imagine 😌

Angel of course is grateful for this considerate gesture, especially coming from someone like Husk—So much in fact he continuously teased Husk about having a good time together.

But this goes to show how much Husk cares about Angel's well-being and isn't in is own little world despite pretending he couldn't give a fuck.

I meeean Husk didn't have to make a whole ass post gushing about the fact his crush gave him a ticket to his private show but.. 🤭

Unfortunately though due to Husk's heavy drinking he ended up passing out before he was able to go to Angel's show. However it actually seemed like he wanted to go? Husk didn't shrug it off like, "it's whatever" instead "Shit", he genuinely seems regretful he missed it.

But because he feels guilty about missing the show, he allows himself to make it up to Angel by watching their son Fat Nuggets.

Now despite Husk not being "a fuckin babysitter!" he still chose to watch Nuggets while Angel went out in order to make it up to him. He didn't have to, but he did anyway. Took care of him pretty well though, despite Nuggets being "a pain the ass" letting the pig eat literally all the cherries and limes.

I mean I dunno about you but this is some domestic co-parenting bliss right here. mhm.

Honestly if anything Angel is testing out to see how good of a dad Husk would be to Fat Nuggets change my mind. Angel could have asked a more responsible person but he chose the love of his life the drunk cat out everyone else to watch his beloved baby.

Husk wants some sort of reimbursement for his troubles and Angel points out that watching the pig was the favor he owed him but Husk complains though, asking Angel if he knows how hard it is to get the drink materials in hell. Angel gushes about the fact Husk uses his first emoji, and that he's willing to pay him back for his troubles with a private show just for him❤️

Husk declines the offer of course but in a "...I'm not doing that." sort of way, see now imagine him trying to hide his embarrassing blushing face while typing that out.

(Also he allows the nickname daddy but not Husky...k)

Angel acts a bit offended claiming he's worth it and Husk's response is just "Jesus fuckin Christ..." but not denying it??

He's not shutting him down completely, or telling him to fuck off—he's just saying no to the sexual stuff in the most unconvincing manner. Which leads us to the most jaw dropping conclusion.

Angel Dust asks Husk go grab some shakes with him instead, and Husk actually agrees.

It's literally a date.

Now I wanna take this moment to talk about why this is so important and special.

Every time Angel has made any sort of sexual comments/advances towards Husk either on the show or Instagram, Husk shuts it down. Because he doesn't want Angel for his body, he doesn't just want sex from him or to become some fuck buddy like Angel assumes everyone wants from him.

In fact it seems like they’re both building up a genuine relationship between them from what we've seen from the posts, I feel like Husk doesn't to ruin it by sleeping with him. They seem to be getting closer and much friendlier than from what we've seen from pilot as of right now, but I believe Husk is still hesitant because he’s terrified of the idea of love, being loved, again. So he keeps shrugging Angel off like a thorn in his thigh when in reality Angel is the closest chance he has at love again. But due to a horrible past, he drowns his sorrows in alcohol which leaves him closed up.

He’s in denial of his buried feelings he’s hid away because drinking is much easier than facing your harsh reality and emotions. Which is why it’s up to Angel to break down these walls he’s built up. To prove to Husk he’s actually serious about him--So far Angel has taken serious initiative to show Husk he’s interested in him, not backing down even when Husk tells him to fuck off.

As it’s much easier to tell someone to fuck off than it is to admit you have feelings for them.

However instead of rejecting Angel's milkshake date invitation, Husk accepts.

He's opening up to the idea of having someone close again, he's letting someone be close to him.

It's important for both of them to experience love before sex with each other. Angel probably has never had sex with someone "out of love" and Husk had "Lost the ability to love years ago" which is why they both need to learn what it truly means to love someone before stepping into the bounds of physical intimacy. It’s why its makes it all the more special for them.

THE DATE

They end up going on the milkshake date, things turn a bit messy than romantic—but hey look at fat nuggets cute lil tongue (´・(oo)・｀)

Angel straight up said "💖🕷️🐷😺💖"

It's official they're a family

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #husk #angelhusk #huskerdust

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I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 6

Word Count: 3,753

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 6/?

Warnings: mentions of murder, arson, and blood

A/N: The ending is dark, y'all, dark. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 6

I followed my father inside the house, my hands trembling and sweating. The only topic I believed they would seriously need to talk to me about was the supernatural and the family business. Just as I had told Derek, if I hadn’t met him and Scott, I would have probably joined without a second thought. But I had met them, I had been embraced by them, and I didn’t know what I was going to answer.

I sat across from my parents on the kitchen’s island. They seemed excited, but a bit anxious. Obviously, revealing to your daughter the existence of supernatural beings and the fact that the whole family hunted them wasn’t an easy task. At least, she already knew the most hard-hitting information and she wouldn’t feel blindsided.

“Honey, what we have to tell you is very important, and we don’t want you to feel like we have been keeping this from you on purpose,” my mother started. “But you need to understand that everything we have to say today is nothing but the truth. Okay?”

“Guys, what is it? You’re scaring me.”

“You know that all Argents work at the family company, Argent Arms International, and that at some point you’d probably end up working there.”

“Yeah, dad. The reason I know too much about weapons,” I laughed. I couldn’t let on that I knew more than they thought.

“Well, the company is actually a front for the real work we do behind the scenes, and the reason we’re on the road a lot,” my father started. “Since the start of our lineage Argents have been hunters.”

“Hunters of what?”

“Now, I need you to remember that what I am about to tell you is the full honest truth.” I nodded. “We hunt supernatural creatures, but mainly werewolves. You remember the tattoo I have on my arm that you asked about when you were younger?”

“Yeah, ‘Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent’. French, we hunt those who hunt us. I always thought it was more of a psychological phrase.”

“That’s our family mantra. All Argent generations have been trained since childhood to become hunters one day, Chris and I were the only ones that decided to give you and Allison the choice once you became teenagers to know about our world. It’s completely up to you to join us.”

“So, all the training, physical and with weapons, was all in preparation for this?” My father nodded. I could see the worry in his face of how I would take this news – a one-worded answer was going to shift my whole life. It was one thing to be knowledgeable of this life, it was another to be in the center of all of it.

“We run by a code,” my father explained. “We only hunt those who have been proven to have harmed innocent lives – only adults, no young ones, and no humans. Any hunter that breaks that code is an enemy to our cause.”

“Is that what aunt Kate did?” I spoke in a hushed tone knowing this was a difficult topic for my father, one that we hadn’t touched upon in the time we had been here.

“Yes, it is” my mother answered. Her dislike towards her sister-in-law wasn’t a secret. Mom had always thought of her as arrogant and self-centered – or so she would state when in an alcohol-induced rant.

“Unfortunately, my sister did break the code, but that’s beside the point,” dad interjected. “Sweetheart, we make sure that everyone around us is protected from the creatures that are unknown. So, what do you think? Do you want to join us?”

They both studied my face, waiting on any reaction that could arise from me. All I could think is how my decision could affect the people that had made their way into my life. Allison had accepted, and although her relationship with Scott was strained, she still managed to keep him close. But what if I accepted and all it did was deteriorate all the new relationship I was trying to build?

“Yes.”

After the conversation, my father warned me that training would start soon, after I passed some sort of test. They were happy that I had agreed to join the family trade, but I noticed a sign of worry in my father’s eyes. His whole life had been built around supernatural hunting, so what was he worried about? Whatever it was, he did not express. They had both been called away on a meeting and excused themselves before leaving. With the house to myself, I basked in my decision sitting on the living room couch, petting Brody.

“What do you think, bub? Did I make the right choice?” Brody looked up at me, his tongue hanging out, a smile on his face. A bark came after and I took it as confirmation that I had. “Maybe you’re right. We’ll see, huh? Should I call Derek and tell him?”

At the sound of Derek’s name, Brody barked out happily. I laughed at his reaction and decided to call Derek. It still surprised me that Brody had taken to Derek so quickly – probably had to do with him being a werewolf and an alpha. I clicked on his contact on my phone and waited on speaker for him to pick up.

“Hello?” His voice rang out, exciting Brody once more. “Hey, buddy!”

“He’s been very excited to hear from you.”

“I can see,” he chuckled. “I can assume you made it home safely?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“What’s wrong? You sound weird.”

“How can you possibly deduct my tone from over the phone?”

“Intuition, you could say. But seriously, what’s wrong?”

“Well, my parents talked to me about the family business,” I breathed out, nerves building up inside. I didn’t know what his reaction would be, and I hope my decision wouldn’t push him away. “They asked me to join them.”

“And what did you say?” He already knew the answer. Asking was just courtesy.

“I said yes.” He kept quiet for a second, and I truly believed I had ruined our relationship before anything had ever started. “Are you mad?”

“I can’t be mad. I understand why you did it, they’re your family. Why would you think I would be mad?”

“I don’t know. I’m gonna be actively working on hunting you and your kind, that would put a strain on any kind of relationship.”

“And what kind of relationship would that be?” He teased.

“Derek, this is serious. What kind of relationship could we have when we’re born enemies?”

“Allison and Scott seem to make it work. It’s hard, but it’s not impossible.”

“So, sneaking around, worrying every second that we’d be found out by hunters. Seems viable,” I snickered. “And in no way, shape, or form stressful. Believe me, Derek, I have enough anxiety as it is. I don’t need the stress of keeping all my relationships secret.”

“Do you have any other choice?”

“I guess I don’t.”

“The way I see it, (Y/N), is you can use this opportunity and work for both sides. You can protect us from the inside, and hunt those that are a real threat. Like the Kanima,” he stated. It made sense to work with my family to protect my friends, even if my family was hunting them. “And, as much as I hate saying this, you should talk to Allison about this. She seems to be handling this way better than I thought.”

“I will. Thanks, Derek. I’ll call you soon, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting. Sleep well, (Y/N).”

“You too, Derek.”

I hung up the phone and breathed out. My life had turned a lot more complicated than I had ever imagined, and I was sure it was going to turn a lot worse. I had just started dipping my toes in the supernatural pot we were living in, something told me that there was still so much that I didn’t know. And there was one person I knew would have the answers I was seeking.

I grabbed my jacket off the coat rack and got on my motorcycle, a clear route ingrained in my brain. The night was cold, and the breeze nipped at my skin as it blew under my shirt. There was so much I had to learn, and so little time.

The drive wasn’t long, and I was still surprised I remembered the way.

The lights in the McCall house were off, but the car was in front, so I assumed Scott was home. I would have gone to Allison, but I needed to know everything, and I was sure she would try to protect me from the worst of it. Scott seemed like someone I could trust, and being at the center of everything gave him a lot more insight that I could use. I looked around the house and, remembering which room was his, found a way to climb up the side to his window. Hopefully, I didn’t encounter something I didn’t want to see.

Looking away, I knocked on his window – loud enough for him to hear, but silent enough to not alarm his mom. I clutched my jacket tighter as I waited for an answer, the wind finding me easier on higher ground. It didn’t take long for the window to slid open, revealing a very confused Scott.

“(Y/N)?” He rubbed sleep off his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” He stepped aside and let me through. His room was messier than the last time I had seen it, and the bed was disheveled. On his desk, his computer was propped open, and a disarray of papers lived atop the wooden surface.

“Sorry for waking you, but this couldn’t wait.”

“Don’t worry. I couldn’t sleep anyway,” he chuckled. A lopsided smile taking place on his face. “So, what’s up?”

“Tonight, I was asked by my parents to join the hunters, and I agreed. But, going into this, I’m the one that knows the least about this world. Apart from Lydia, that is. I need to know everything you know about what we are up against. I don’t think our parents would have asked Allison and me to join now unless we were facing something truly dangerous.”

“Okay, I get it. And please don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you asking me and not Allison or even Derek? It seems like they would be the natural choice to ask about this.”

“Because they would try to shield me from the most dangerous aspects of what’s happening. Hopefully, you being a third party you’ll be truly honest about the situation we are in.” My tone came out friendly, but the underlying threat was evidently laced with it.

“Alright, where do you want me to start?”

“I want to know everything. No detail left out.”

“For me, this all started last year…”

And everything I learned. Scott had been bitten by Peter Hale, Derek’s uncle, who was alpha at the time. Most of last year he spent learning about his new werewolf life, which he believed he was alone in, until Derek, who came from a long line of werewolves that resided in Beacon Hills. The very same family my aunt had murdered. When he explained that part of Derek’s history, I couldn’t help but tear up. How could he ever stand being near me when my own blood had done that to him? Ripped him from his family in such a horrifying manner. I knew she had killed people but knowing that Derek was one of the survivors made my stomach knot.

He also told me how Derek came to be the alpha, and how Peter had held the alpha title also. And how my aunt had truly died. Everyone’s stories seemed to bundle into the same mess of supernatural chaos.

“Then, Jackson asked for the bite, which Derek gave him. And the thing about the bite, you sometimes turn into something other than a werewolf due to internal issues you could say. So, he became the Kanima, which is a lizard type-creature that looks for a master as we just recently learned. His main objective is to do as his master commands, and in his case, it's killing a bunch of people. He also secretes a venom that paralyzes people, but it didn’t work on you and Lydia.” Me? “Which was really weird – Lydia, we think it has something to do with Peter biting her. But you, we’re not sure. Because there’s no indication as to why you could possibly be immune. Unless you’re not human, but that would mean that Lydia’s not human either, and that doesn’t make sense.”

“Okay, Scott. You’re rambling,” I chuckled dryly, stopping him in his track. How he talked for so long, I did not understand. I believed Stiles was the only one with that ability. “How could you know that I was immune though? I haven’t had any contact with the Kanima or this venom.”

“Well, actually, the day we were making rock crystals in lab, Isaac had left some venom on Lydia’s crystal. You weren’t supposed to taste it, but it was a surprise when nothing happened to you. Have you ever been in contact with any other supernatural beings?”

“Seeing as I didn’t even know my parents were hunters, it’s safe to assume I haven’t. But I think finding out why I am the way I am is at the bottom of the list with this Kanima going around.”

“Yeah, and your family is making it very hard to do so when they’re actively hunting us.”

“They can’t be, they run by a code, and you guys are innocent.”

“But your grandfather doesn’t care. He lifted the code. He’s on a rampage towards all supernatural creatures, us included. They’re even keeping an eye on us at school – with Gerard running it and Victoria being our new teacher.”

“But we have the upper hand in learning about the Kanima, right? I mean, if my family is actively recruiting the younger ones, it means they are up against a threat they don’t know about, and we have the bestiary translated.”

“Kind of. I just have a feeling Gerard knows a lot more than he lets on.”

“Can’t really give insight on a person I don’t know. But anything I find out I’ll be sure to pass it along,” I smiled. “I still can’t believe all of this was happening right under my nose. How did I not notice?”

“It’s easy to ignore when you don’t know it exists. If I hadn’t been in the forest that night, I would be as in the dark as you were.”

“I guess so,” I smiled. “Thank you, Scott. For your honesty, and for trusting me with this information.”

“You’re one of us now, (Y/N). We look out for our own.”

“Thank you, Scott. I’ll leave you now to hopefully catch up on some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

“Of course, (Y/N). We’re gonna meet up with Allison in the library to talk about the Kanima. I think it’d be good for you to be there.”

“I will.” My body was outside the house, squatting in front of the window. “Again, thanks, Scott. It’s good to know I have a friend looking out for us.”

“Don’t mention it, (Y/N).” He smiled, scratching his neck trying to hide the blush that had crept to his face. “Get home safe.”

I felt uneasy the whole ride back home. I truly couldn’t fathom how Derek old even spend a second with me after everything my family had put him through. My stomach hadn’t stopped turning, and I felt like I could throw up at any second. He didn’t deserve to have to look at a person that resembled the person that had screwed up his life. The tears started streaming from my eyes before I could stop them. It didn’t feel right, and it wasn’t right.

Somehow I made it back home. I had blacked out at some point and was moving out of muscle memory. I was glad my parents had not made it back home yet — I could let tears cascade without having to hide them. Allison and I had always looked up to our aunt. To us, she presented herself as a confident, independent, and badass woman. I still remember how one Christmas Allison and I had gotten into her clothes and pretended to be her. When Kate found us, she couldn’t help but laugh at the two little irks in front of her. She questioned what we were doing and we told her we wanted to be just like her. I recalled how I told her I wanted to grow up to be her. There’s nothing I wouldn’t have done to take that back. Had I know back then what I knew now, I would have stayed as far away from her.

“This family is all types of messed up. Huh, Brody?” My dog looked up at me, a questioning glance on his face. “What am I gonna do, bub? I don’t think I’m strong enough to face him. I really don’t.”

Brody barked, leaving kisses on my cheeks — a nimble approach to getting rid of my tears. I snuggled closer to him, enjoying his comforting presence. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep well tonight.

I was standing in the middle of Derek’s family home, the only light coming from the moon peeking through the clouds. It was a cold night, and the low temperature was seeping into my bones. My whole body ached and the air smelled of soot. I felt uneasy standing there. Now knowing its history, my heart clenched tightly. I could only imagine the pain that had ensued in what I presumed was an agonizingly slow death. The tears that escaped from my eyes burned into my skin, and my ears rang with an unknown high pitch. I kneeled on the floor, and attempt to catch m breath.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” I stood up, the unknown voice startling me. “The smell is the worst part.”

“Aunt Kate.”

“The screams weren’t that bad,” she chuckled. “They died down quickly. There’s so much screaming you can do when smoke fills your lungs.”

“Stop,” I sobbed. “Please.”

“I can just imagine them thinking it was a normal afternoon, and then the fire starts. You know, wooden houses are a very good catalyst to speed up a fire.”

“Stop.”

“(Y/N), come on.” Kate was grinning, a sinister smile that would have anyone shivering. “It’s only a matter of time before you do something similar. You and I have always been the most alike — centered, strong, morally grey. It’s in your blood, baby girl. At first, you’re gonna believe you’re on their side, but soon you’ll see that they’re all bad. Sooner or later they all spill innocent blood. It’s better to get them when they’re fresh, it’s so much easier”

“How can you talk like that? These are people’s lives you are talking about.”

“It’s different, sweetheart. They’re not normal, they’re a living abomination,” she rationalized. “This is all a game of power. We can’t allow them to have the upper hand. If we let that happen, they’ll overtake us, and there is a natural order to things.”

“Is that why you murdered a whole family of innocent beings? The family of a kid you tricked to fall for you, leaving him alone to suffer!” I yelled, the loudness hurting my throat. “You tricked Derek and used him to end his line. Why?”

“A pack is only as strong as its number. The bigger they are, the stronger they are. I was just doing my job,” she grinned. “Just like you did.”

“What are you talking about? I would never do something as heartless as you have.”

“Are you sure, honey? Why don’t you walk through that door and say that again.”

I stared at her like a deer stuck in headlights. My body shook as I slowly made my way to the dark front door of the house. Her eyes burned into every step I took, the sinus eerie grin still prominent on her face. With every step, her stare edging me on forward. There was a scene to unfold behind that door, and she was eager for me to see it.

I stretched my hand towards the doorknob but flinched when I felt the burning temperature it held. Kate said nothing as she encouraged me to open the door, daring me to face whatever I had to with just her gaze. I braced myself for the feeling and clasped my hand around the knob, turning it to reveal whatever it was that she wanted me to see.

The scene in front of me was heartbreaking. We now stood in front of Derek’s apartment complex, his loft lit aflame. The smell of ash was more prominent and the heat was almost unbearable. I tried to run into the building, the need to help any survivors growing in me. But Kate held me back, a painful grip holding onto my arm.

“Let me go!” I yelled through tears. “I need to save my friends.”

“Darling, don’t you get it?” She chuckled. “They’re all gone. All thanks to you. Look at your hands, honey.”

I did as she told, and my breath hitched in my throat when I did. My clothes were drenched in blood, and in my hands, I carried a bloody knife and a lighter. “No, I would never do this.”

“You already did.” She pointed forward, fixing my sight on the bodies that laid on the floor of the lot. “And some of them were innocent, too. But in war, there are always casualties. I mean, your cousin sided with them, and look how she ended up.”

I walked around the bodies, trying to find a sign of life in any of them as a flood of tears streamed out of my ducts.

Scott.

Stiles.

Lydia.

Isaac.

Allison.

Even Boyd and Erica were there.

But I didn’t see one important person. “Where’s Derek?” My voice croaked, barely the volume of a whisper.

“Who do you think is inside the building? It’s a fitting end for him. Dying in the way he shucked have years ago,” she laughed maniacally. “At least he’ll relate to his family when he gets to the other side.

“NO!” Once again I tried to run into the building, needing to risk my ice to save his. But she stopped name in my tracks once more, her grip tightening. “Let me go, please. Just let me go, I have to save him.”

“Honey, he’s already gone,” she scoffed. “Don’t you get it, sweetheart? There are only two ways this will end — it’s either you or them. And the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be; you are just like me.”

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aomine-ryo · 4 years ago

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Kind of late, but I had an idea for a fic that’s been in my drafts for a while and I wanted to post it for Kise’s birthday but it wasn’t quite done yet. But it is now, so here it is, hope you like it!

Scenario: New kid, Kise Ryouta ends up falling for the reader

gender neutral reader

It’s not particularly easy being the new kid at school. Especially if you were Kise Ryouta. Being a well known athlete and model, it was difficult for him to be able to find friends in a new place that didn’t have ulterior motives. However, Kise learned to deal with it. He was cold to people until he himself learned to respect them and understand their motives.

But the problem with him was not in the friendship category, but rather the romance one.

Kise had a tendency to fall for the first person that was nice to him in a new place, and that almost always ended in the other person using him. So this time, he promised himself that he was not going to hurt himself yet again.

On his first day, Kise stood at the front of the class and introduced himself. “Um, hi, nice to meet you, I’m Kise Ryouta. I look forward to getting to know you all and well, I don’t really know what else to say,” he said, turning to the teacher for some help. The class filled with a small chatter once he stopped talking, and he could already faintly hear comments about how ‘cute’ he looks.

“It’s alright Kise. You can take that empty seat next to Y/N over there,” the teacher said, pointing.

Your head snapped back to the front of the class from gazing out the window at the sound of your name. Of course the new kid got stuck in the seat next to you. He was cute, you couldn’t disagree. However, that only meant that everyone else was going to be swarming around your desk for a while.

The teacher went on with the regular announcements until the bell for first period rang. “Oh right, before I forget, Y/N, can I trust you to show Kise around the school during your break?” she added.

You held back a sigh as you nodded. “Sure,” you replied curtly, glancing over at Kise and giving him an awkward smile.

As expected, once the teacher left, he was soon surrounded by girls asking him questions that were borderline invasive. How do they do it? How do they simply have the courage to speak to people like that? In a way, you envied them for their confidence, but it was also quite pathetic.

Eventually, the break came around and Kise approached your desk with a polite smile. Why did he get stuck with you out of all people? You were the first one that caught his eye and Kise could already see himself catching feelings for you. But he made a promise to himself and he was going to keep it. He wasn’t going to get played with again.

“Hey, um, Y/N, right?” who was he kidding? He knew your name. It was stuck in his head ever since the teacher instructed him to sit next to you.

“Yeah, just give me a second, I just have to organise this mess and we’ll be on our way,” you said, fumbling with the stationery that was cluttering your desk.

“Oh, you don’t really have to give me that tour if you don’t want to. I don’t want to be a burden— I can probably figure things out myself,” Kise said.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind helping out. If you end up getting lost at some point I’ll feel bad,” you insisted, finally putting the last of your things away and standing up. “Okay, we’re all good. Shall we?”

Kise hesitated for a moment. He really didn’t want to do this, but he didn’t have any more excuses so he simply walked by your side.

You showed him all the classes that he would regularly be attending, adding a few tips that you learned through the years whenever you could. This was the most you’d ever spoken to someone who wasn’t a close friend and yet Kise remained rather silent. Did he think you were boring? Were you talking too much? God, why did you have to be assigned this task?

“Oh right, I almost forgot. Are you joining any clubs?” you asked him as you walked through the halls.

“Yeah, I’ll be joining the basketball club,” Kise nodded.

“Right, I figured,” you mumbled, making Kise let out a small chuckle.

“Hey, you might have made the right judgement this time, but don’t judge a book by its cover,” Kise joked.

“It was more of an intuition thing rather than judging you, I swear,” you replied defensively, holding back a giggle.

“Mhmm I’m sure it was,” he said sarcastically. He hated how bright your smile was. It was so warm and gentle, he could look at it all day. He barely even knew you, but he was already obsessed with your smile. Just his luck.

“Well, unfortunately for you, I’m the manager for the basketball team so you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”

This had to be some sort of cruel joke. “Really? That’s great. So I could probably just tail behind you and not get lost by the looks of it.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. You hoped he was joking. The last thing you needed was a bunch of fangirls trailing you around campus. “Let me show you the way to the basketball gym though, just in case I manage to escape you.”

“Escape me? Tired of me already huh?” Kise teased, dramatically pretending to be offended.

“Absolutely,” you joked.

Kise clasped a hand over his heart as though he got shot in the chest. “I am hurt, Y/N. What did I ever do to deserve this?” he recited.

“You know, the drama club is probably also looking for new members— I should show you their club room instead,” you retorted.

“Ha ha very funny,” Kise rolled his eyes. How were you two already joking around like this? He tried not to speak to you much, but it was like his charisma was forced out of him. Maybe he was overthinking it. You seemed nice. Maybe the two of you could be good friends.

And well, that’s pretty much exactly what happened. With the sheer amount of times you two see each other, it was no surprise that you’d become friends. It started with witty banter and random comments but soon, the two of you became close. After about three months, you were hanging out with each other every other day, going out for a bite after practice, going to the movies, walking to school together— the list goes on. And somehow, you never got tired of each other.

“Hey, Y/N-cchi, are you going for the field trip?” Kise asked you in between classes, referring to the yearly trip your school organises to a selected place in the country with a rich history.

“I’ll go if you do. But to be honest, I’d rather stay at home,” you replied.

“Well, we’re going then. It’ll be fun. There’s probably cute places to take pictures for Instagram,” Kise said.

“So I’m basically going to be your photographer?” you sighed.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds like a blast,” you groaned.

“I’m kidding, I will find a way to make this worthwhile. I heard that there’s a nice restaurant near the hotel we’re staying at, so we should pay that a visit,” Kise said.

“I’m exhausted just thinking about it,” you replied, resting your head on your palm.

“Shhh it’ll be fun, trust me,” Kise said, eyes softening up when he noticed how the sunlight that shone through the window landed on you like some sort of natural spotlight. His mind was about to wander off into a daydream when the teacher walked into the classroom, snapping his attention away from you.

The field trip finally rolled around and you found yourself in a fresh hotel room with a gorgeous view of the beach. Unfortunately, you didn’t get assigned to room with Kise, but it was alright since he was just a few doors down. As promised, Kise did his best to make sure you were having fun. You did have to take an awful lot of pictures of him, and sometimes he’d force you to take pictures with him, but Kise was always good company so you didn’t mind too much.

On the last night, Kise took you to that restaurant for dinner. “It’s kind of a fancy restaurant so we should dress up,” Kise informed you that afternoon.

“But that’s so tiring. Let’s just go to McDonalds instead,” you suggested.

“We are not going to McDonalds. I will dress you up myself if I have to,” Kise said firmly.

So in the end, you did end up dressing up, but you didn’t pack any nice shoes so you had to go with your sneakers. Of course, Kise patronised you for it, but you just replied with the wittiest comment you could think of, like always.

“Hi, I made a reservation here, for Kise Ryouta,” Kise said to the hostess.

The place was nicer than you expected it to be. It was a strange feeling being here with a reservation. It felt less like a hang out with your friend and more like a date. And for some reason, you were now nervous.

“Ah yes, right this way Mr Kise,” she said with a polite smile as she led you two to your table. “A window seat, just as you requested.”

“Perfect, thank you,” Kise said, glancing at the view of the night sky and the twinkling city lights below.

“Here are your menus, a waiter will be with you shortly. Enjoy your date,” she smiled.

“Oh, uh, it’s not a—” you began, but she walked off before you could correct her.

“Well that’s awkward,” Kise chuckled.

You simply sighed in defeat as you took a moment to admire your surroundings. There was a clean white cloth spread across your table with a candle and flowers as a centrepiece. It was a bit too romantic for your comfort, but you tried to shake it off. “Someone went all out for a simple dinner. You even requested a table by the window. How picky can you get?” You said teasingly.

“I just made a reservation in case this place would be busy. You wouldn’t want to wait in line would you?” Kise explained and you shook your head in response. “Exactly. And I got the window seat because I know you like to stare out sometimes. I figured you wouldn’t wanna stare at me all night long, so I got you a better view.”

You felt your stomach turn as your mind’s immediate thought was how Kise was enough of a view on his own. You had to admit, he looked fantastic that night— when he said he was going to dress up, he wasn’t kidding. It was a simple white button up shirt with a red tie, but he still looked dashing. Perhaps it was the fact that he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, showcasing his toned forearms that pulled the look together. Either way, you didn’t like the fact that you were viewing your friend in such a way.

“Oh my, what is this self deprecation? I thought I was hanging out with model and Generation of Miracles member, Kise Ryouta, not some emo teenager,” you said, your tone resembling Kise’s dramatic one that you’ve heard a thousand times before.

“Well, if you’re not going to appreciate my effort of getting us these seats, I can just ask them to move us away from the window,” Kise huffed.

“No, no,” you tracked back almost immediately. “I like the window. Thank you.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kise grinned triumphantly.

That night was absolutely lovely. But no matter now hard he tried, Kise couldn’t take his eyes off you. As expected, you’d rest your chin on your palm and gaze out the window with a faraway look in your eyes, and Kise could do nothing but admire how beautiful you looked. He couldn’t believe that he knew someone as amazing as you were. Moreover, he couldn’t believe that he told himself that he wouldn’t fall for you. What a dumb decision. But he was already this far in, maybe it was just that fact that he can’t have you that made him want you more. These feelings will pass, right?

As the two of you walked back to the hotel that night, a cool salty breeze flowed through the air. Kise had made you laugh yet again, and his heart filled with joy as the bright smile returned to your face. He could stay in this moment forever.

“I can’t believe this is our last night here,” Kise sighed once you simmered down.

“Yeah, this trip was actually kinda fun. I wish it didn’t end so soon,” you said, gazing up at the bright full moon.

“You think we can squeeze in one final adventure tomorrow morning?” Kise questioned.

“Where to?”

Kise shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Well then, I’d rather stay in and sleep thank you very much,” you said.

“Are you tired yet?”

“Not really.”

“Then let’s go walk along the beach,” Kise suggested.

“But the sand gets everywhere, it’s so annoying,” you frowned.

“It’s our last night. Come on,” Kise said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the empty beach.

The two of you walked by the water where the sand was firmer so that it less tedious. It was quite peaceful hearing the waves crash against the shore as the water glimmered under the moonlight.

“You know, when I first met you, I really didn’t wanna be your friend,” Kise said out of the blue.

“How rude,” you faked a gasp as you playfully whacked his arm, making him chuckle. “But to be honest, me neither.”

Kise looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. “Seriously, Y/N-cchi? But why?” he whined, seeming much more offended than you were.

“Because you always had people following you around and I didn’t want to be caught up in that,” you explained, kicking a pebble around as you walked.

“Oh,” Kise said, realising he probably shouldn’t have said anything because he couldn’t explain his reason as rationally as you did. “That’s fair, I guess.”

“Why didn’t you wanna be friends with me? Was I annoying?”

“What do you mean, you still are annoying,” Kise joked, earning himself another whack on the arm. “I’m kidding, no you weren’t annoying.”

“Then what was it?”

“Okay, this might sound really stupid, but I told myself that I wouldn’t go after the first person that’s nice to me, because that always ended up with people using me for something or the other,” Kise explained, stopping in his tracks to pick up a smooth pebble.

“That’s fair,” you said, trying not to overthink what he meant by ‘go after’ as you watched him skip the pebble over the waves.

Kise looked out at the horizon, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before turning back to face you. “You know, you caught my eye almost immediately and that was a red flag to me for the longest time, but you actually turned out to be pretty cool.”

It was strange seeing Kise like this. It was like he was possessed. He never speaks in such a serious manner with you. “Well duh, because I’m awesome like that,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

A gentle smile spread across Kise’s face. “I told myself I wouldn’t fall for the first person I had a crush on, but here I am,” Kise let out a heavy sigh, glancing back out at the ocean for a moment.

“Crush? You had a crush on me?” you asked, your stomach doing twists and turns that made you feel as though you were going to throw up all the delicious food you had earlier.

“Yeah,” Kise muttered. What was he saying? Why was he complicating things? “I hate myself for it.”

“Oh. Um, it’s okay,” you said, unsure what to say. He clearly didn’t want to like you, so you didn’t want to bring up how you felt about him. “We can stay friends if you want, nothing has to change.”

Kise looked back at you, finding comfort in the warmth of your eyes. There was no dramatic outburst like he expected. You seemed to be considerate of his feelings. You genuinely did care for him. “I don’t mind staying friends. But is it okay if I do this?”

Before you could think twice about it, Kise had his soft lips pressed against yours. Even though your mind hadn’t fully wrapped itself around the situation, you found yourself kissing him back. Kise felt you melt into his touch as his heart skipped like pebbles on the water. God knows how much Kise had been longing for this moment. To have his arms around your waist, your body pressed against his, and his lips on yours. He could finally get a taste of you and it was better than any meal he could imagine. This just felt right.

After a few moments, Kise pulled back to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts that he couldn’t even keep up with. “I’m sorry,” was the only thing he could muster.

“Don’t apologise,” you shook your head, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it tightly. “I am absolutely okay with that.”

A wide smile spread across Kise’s face as his mind slowly began to clear up. Maybe his instincts were right this time. You were perfect to him the moment he laid his eyes on you, even though he tried to deny it. And as you stood in front of Kise with the moonlight glittering in your eyes, you were just as perfect as the day he met you.

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Begone

Streamer Gang & Asexual Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Acephobia, Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently come out as asexual, Y/N faces some less than pleasant or appropriate responses in their chat during their stream with the gang. Luckily, they’re not alone in battling the haters this time.

Requested by the lovely Anon who told acephobes to begone, yeah you know who you are hehe. Thank you so much for the request darling! Let’s show these acehobes who they’re messing with! Love, Vy ❤

Boy is this nerve-wrecking or what? Sure, I maybe woke up with a ton of confidence, I listened to motivational and uplifting talks and listened to mood boosting music. I had a healthy breakfast and a cup of coffee. Damn it, I went on a run, all in an attempt to convince myself that dealing with the online world again is but a piece of cake for a badass like me. Well, low and behold, that feeling didn’t last very long. Here I am, chewing my nails off at the though of hopping in the Discord call and Among Us lobby with my friends and starting my stream. It’s not like I’m not expecting my friends and fans to support me - of course I am! I know they’re gonna give me a ton of love and appreciation and support and uplift me no matter what. But then again, there’s still those people who believe me and other people like me to be invalid and broken and whatnot.

Those are the ones I wanna avoid.

It’s not like their words mean much to me but I simply don’t wanna see em, you know? It’s not only about me - it’s least about me actually - it’s more about all those wonderful people they are insulting when they say shit like that about asexuals and all the people on the ace spectrum. I can’t help but flare up and get angry on the behalf of all my ace friends and even people I’ve never met.

It’s also my first time being directly thrown into the fire instead of getting caught in the crossfire seeing as how I came out to my fandom via a tweet and an Instagram post a week ago, telling my identity’s truth: finally bringing my asexuality to the surface to shine its brightest so I can be be my best and reach for my full potential.

But damn am I afraid to see how everyone took it.

My friends were quick to jump in and take me offline before I start refreshing my own posts to see the comments under them. Lord knows that without them I would’ve driven myself insane, I’ll forever be grateful for what they did and the lengths they went to to keep me offline and whatnot. One word to give you an idea of how invested they were in this: origami. All of us might as well have been born with two left hands and yet we still tried doing origami. Freaking origami.

Damn do I love my friends.

But now I don’t have sheets of paper and my friends to distract me. I have a fanbase to entertain and another friend group I haven’t talked to in a while. I don’t wanna get any predictions in already so I don’t jinx myself, so I’m just gonna say it’s gonna be...interesting regardless of what happens.

Then again, when is it not interesting when the streamer gang’s involved.

Deep breaths, Y/N. You got this

Listening to that encouraging little voice inside my head, I finally equip my headphones and in one fluid motion turn my camera on, officially starting my stream and unmuting my mic as I hop in the call with everyone.

“Hi guys! Guess who’s returned!“ I exclaim cheerfully, desperate to hide the nervousness of my voice.

“You really missed your opportunity to say ‘guess who’s back...back again’ didn’t you?“ Charlie is the one who greets me first, sounding rather disappointed in me in his usual jokester manner. It’s nice to hear, it makes me feel like nothing’s changed in the week I’ve been gone. Like I’m still the same person to these people. I really am the same, I just now am a lot better version of myself. Almost as though I’ve reached my final form. It feels empowering really. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Charlie laughs again, “Congrats, by the way. You keep proving you can get cooler and cooler.“

“Careful there Charlie, I can only handle so large of an ego.“ I joke back, rolling my eyes playfully as a wide grin spreads across my face, “No, but seriously, thank you so much, man. It means the world to me that you support me.“

“Um, how could we NOT?“ That’s very clearly Rae, “Hun, you are so brave and amazing and wonderful, how could we ever NOT support you?“

“Yeah, we’ll always support you no matter what, Y/N. We’ll always be your friends, through thick, thin and beyond.“ Poki too interferes, her words only making my smile wider.

“Alright, alright, y’all are gonna make me cry and I haven’t even read my chat yet, hold on.“ I say, fanning my face to dry the tears I hope the webcam isn’t spotting, “Darn, you guys are the best. Sorry, give me a sec to gather my composure, I’ll be right back.“

I quickly mute my in-game mic as I turn to my chat where I see the same amount of love and support in the form of comments and emojis flooding in from my viewers. A warm feeling spreads throughout my chest, making me feel the most comfortable with myself I’ve ever felt. The most loved I’ve ever felt. The most seen and understood. To finally be you feels like you are finally really living in this world, not like you’ve been already living in it for God knows how long. It makes me so freaking happy and fulfilled to finally be living as me, as the real me.

Unfortunately, in life, nothing can be 100% pure and good. There’s always at least 1% there threatening to ruin all your happiness you worked so hard to build or obtain. It may be one in a hundred, but fuck it’s powerful and effective.

And in my case it comes in the form of two comments that stick out to my eyes. Acephobic comments saying my identity’s fake, claiming I’m faking it, saying us acephobes are immature creatures who refuse to grow up, or attention whores. Or just saying we’re delusional and in denial, confused about who we are.

I hadn’t even realized I was clenching my jaw and fists but when I do, I slowly relax my muscles and crack my knuckles before addressing the two people who spat out that nonsense.

“Ok, listen here, shooterpro69 and yourmom_lol. For starters, I want to apologize for your ignorance and lack of education on the matter of asexuality. In fact, for you especially, I plan on making an educational video, explaining asexuality to people who need or want to learn more. You, my friends, are in desperate need to be fed some knowledge cause damn, God knows how many people secretly think you’re hella stupid. Not that they’re wrong to think so but anyway. Unless you have anything nice or positive to say, begone from my chat. Actually, when I think about it, begone from every chat. No one needs you polluting their communities with acephobia and hate.“ I say, all spoken in a calm tone despite the boiling anger within me. People who know me well would probably be able to tell I’m fuming underneath the calm façade, but at least I got my message across loud and clear.

“WOO HOO, You tell em Y/N!“ Toast cheers, clapping his hands and whistling as more cheering arises from each my friends, leaving me in a state of mild shock and confusion.

Wait, what?!

“Um, wait, you guys heard that?“ I ask, my eyes darting to thein-game mic symbol that shows an not crossed-off mic, meaning it was enabled during the entirety of my speech.

“Hell yeah we did! You slayed them, Y/N! Damn goddamn!“ Rae whistles too, her enthusiasm wafting over me like a breath of fresh air.

“I second that!“ Corpse joins in, “And remember what we said - we’ll support you through anything. Need to bury an acephobe’s body, we’re the people you should call.” He says, confident as heck.

And I just can’t hold it in anymore - I burst out laughing, doubling over from the intensity.

If I thought I was happy and fulfilled before, this has to be the closest to paradise I’m gonna get on Earth. All thanks to these wonderful people. Friends are really something else aren’t they: they come into your life - often unexpectedly - and change it completely. Suddenly you’re not alone, you’re not forced to deal with everything and face everything on your own. Someone’s got your back and you’ve got theirs.

Through thick, thin and beyond.

And it’s so fucking amazing.

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