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luckieleaf · 6 months
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twenty-six kisses - bang chan
a/n: happy birthday to the one I adore, find joy and comfort from. the one that helps bring light to my days and gives me strength when I need it. I will endlessly stand by his side and continue to support him. I love you so much, thank you for all that you do chan.
i hope that he has the best time on his special day :’) happy chan day everyone! <3
word count: 908
synopsis: a sunny october morning brings a fresh start to a new month and age. tender touches and sweet kisses welcome twenty-six to be a lot less intimidating.
bang chan x fem!reader
please do not copy, steal or translate my works.
happy reading.
clover ☘︎
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rolling over, chan notices the bed half empty. he frowns letting his head fall back into the pillow. just as he is nodding off, the door creaked open. he picks up on your gentle footsteps padding across the hardwood floor. the bed dips softly and the familiar warmth welcomes itself back. chan smiles to himself listening to you shifting beneath the sheets. chan pried his eyes open watching you trying to snuggle back into the bed. he reached out running a thumb over your cheek. “g’morning honey.” chan’s husky voice croaked.
your stomach does a somersault. his sleepy gaze never leaves yours. a silly smile appears over his plump lips.
“did I wake you up?” you ask, smoothing down chan’s wild mess of curls that lay on his forehead.
chan snakes his arms around your waist tugging you closer. he waits a moment before replying, enjoying the feeling your fingers tugging out the knots in his hair. “no. i woke on my own.”
you sulk. “are you sure?”
chan releases a low chuckle out before leaning in, placing a slow, passionate kiss upon your lips. “why would I lie to you?” he asks, resting his forehead on yours.
you distract yourself by running your hands down chan’s bare chest. “uhm, maybe because I’m bad at lying?”
chan slips a hand under the borrowed shirt that covers your body. your skin is burning to the touch. “what did you do?”
you hid your face in the crook of chan’s neck feeling his cool necklace pressed against your cheek. chan tightens his grasp around your body, now closing the small gap that was between you two. he starts prodding your sides making you squirm in his arms. his muscle flexed adjacent to your body. each laugh that escapes your lips, chan was laughing louder.
“channie! i can’t breathe!” you wheeze.
chan pokes you one last time and watches you press your head into his pillow. “what did you do, baby girl?”
you groaned. “i wanted to surprise you and make you a yummy breakfast. but we didn’t have half the ingredients.”
chan’s heart skipped a beat. “you were gonna make me brekkie?”
you slowly nodded, going back to tracing random lines on his pecs. “i feel bad.”
“why princess? you tried!” chan cooed.
“i just wanna catch you off guard with actually being able to surprise you. I just suck.” you whine.
chan grabs your chin making you look up at him. his chestnut eyes were wide. “hey, you don’t suck at anything but mariokart.”
you pinch his chest making him laugh.
“but seriously, you do catch me off guard with surprises. even when you don’t think you do. even when you do the smallest things, i cherish every bit of it. so, technically you catch me off guard.” he continued.
“yeah. i guess if you put it like that.” you say. “i still have a little surprise.”
chan raises an eyebrow. “you do?”
you giggle. “yeah. it’s in the kitchen. im sorry I didn’t have time to make this last night.”
chan poked your cheek. “hey, hey, hey. what did we just discuss here, love?”
you try rolling out of chan’s hold, but you don’t budge. “okay. if you let me go I’ll be right back.”
chan smiles, letting your body crawl off him. in record time you're scampering off to the kitchen and back in the bedroom. “close your eyes!” you yell waiting outside the door.
you hear him groan. you shuffle in the room, crawling up to chan, situating yourself sitting in his lap holding the cake.
“one, two, three! open your eyes!”
chan eyes sparkled as he focused on the candles. you feel his hands trailing up your thighs, thumbs rubbing in circles as you tell him to make a wish. chan shuts his eyes and after a moment he leans over the candles to place a tender kiss to your lips. he then leans back and blows gently, setting the flame out.
“you’re so goofy, channie.” you say setting the cake on the nightstand.
chan scoops a bit of the icing, smearing it on your lips. he doesn’t give you time as he’s locking lips with you. he ends the kiss letting his lips pop, getting all the icing off. you were dumbfounded for words. chan’s giggling as he snuggles his face into your neck.
“what was that for? was that the wish?” you finally sputtered.
chan reared back. “twenty five more to go.”
“you wished for kisses?”
chan proudly grinned. “of course! I can’t get enough of them!”
you click your tongue. “that is a silly wish considering you can get a kiss at anytime, baby.”
chan shook his head vigorously. “no,” he draws out. “it’s not silly! it’s innovative.”
you throw your head back laughing. “oh my sweet boy. what am I gonna do with you?”
chan leans forward, adjusting and pinning your body under him. he’s giggling wildly. you take a big breath as you feel his fingers tickling you. yelping and squirming you’re completely out of breath again as chan’s laughs grow louder.
“i’ll stop tickling when you promise to give me my wish.” chan teased.
your chest is heaving up and down, tears treading down your face as you pleaded him to stop. “twenty-six kisses. you’re lucky I love you, chan.” you say catching your breath.
chan’s lips ghost yours. “that’s just the first half of my wish, baby girl.”
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love songs | skz
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pairing... bf!skz x gn!reader (separately) tags... headcanons, fluff, super soft, song recs!, incredibly self-indulgent 😊
stray kids members as my favorite filipino love songs
wc... 1.3k words a/n... hi sorry i'm super obsessed with romantic filipino songs and i wanted to share them with you!!! i translated the titles but i heavily recommend looking at the translated lyrics if you plan on listening to the songs bcs theyre so good i melt every time i swear! i hope you're able to enjoy and share my appreciation for my native language 🫂🫂🫂 (let me know if you're interested in a f2l version cos i've got some ideas brewing haha)
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° CHAN → when i met you - apo
this song is from the 80s and it’s a classic! the whole song is in english and it’s about how one’s lover opened their eyes to a beautiful romance
i once saw a tiktok saying chan is so “first love trope” coded and i AGREE. he gives first and forever vibes. your love is just so pure and overflowing with meaning yk?
i feel like he’s so used to taking care of others and when he meets you the tables are turned cos all of a sudden you’re the one smothering him with love and care and he’s like 😮
you redefined what love means for chan and that’s what made him fall so deeply in love with you
he has a newfound appreciation for life and he’s always looking forward to tomorrow because another day alive is another day with you. also, each day he finds himself loving you even more than the day before
♡ you gave me a reason for my being and i love what i’m feeling
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° MINHO → tahanan - adie
tahanan is tagalog for the word home, and this song fits minho because you are his home
this song is about one’s lover being the brightest aspect of their life and i definitely believe that’s how minho would feel about you
everyday he looks forward to going home, not to the literal physical structure, but to you. he feels safe and so so so loved when you’re right by his side
minho is a big softie on the inside, and he shows it to the public sometimes, but it’s 100% out on display when he’s with you. like he’s so smiley and giggly and lovey-dovey when it’s just the two of you it’s insane
he’s actually sooooo clingy like he’s attached to your hip pls. he’s constantly pulling you into hugs honestly. and he loves them so much it makes his heart feel so fuzzy and warm
labis ang ngiti kapag ika’y ka-harap ♡ i smile the most when you’re in front of me
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° CHANGBIN → paraluman - adie
the word paraluman refers to someone with indescribable, god-like beauty
this song is about love at first sight and being completely engulfed in one's beauty
and you can see that from changbin through how he looks at you with literal heart-eyes 😍 no matter what you’re doing. you could quite literally be doing your skincare and in the reflection of the mirror you see him smiling at you with admiration painted all over his face.
changbin holds you above everything and everyone. you are the sole reason for his existence like every fiber of his being belongs to you.
he literally praises the ground you walk on. he’s so drunk on your love like he will do anything and everything for you. you are his muse, his inspiration, his god.
namumukadkad ang aking ligaya sa tuwing ika’y papalapit na ♡ my happiness blooms whenever you’re near me
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° HYUNJIN → mabagal - daniel padilla, moira dela torre
mabagal means slowly, and this song is purely about one wanting to slow dance and cherish every moment with their lover
hyunjin wants to cherish every single millisecond with you. and dancing happens to be one of his favorite ways to do so.
he will randomly pull you from wherever you're sitting and lead you in a slow, loving, passionate dance
he's such a hopeless romantic, he's a goner. he falls in love with you all over again whenever you have your hands on his neck and his hands on your waist. you’re just gazing into each other’s eyes and talking in hushed tones.
your conversations while dancing hold so much meaning for the both of you. you could talk about something lighthearted or deep, either way it always ends with you expressing your deep love for each other once again
hawak kamay, pikit mata, sumasabay sa musika ♡ holding hands, closed eyes, in sync with the music
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° JISUNG → uhaw - dilaw
directly translated, uhaw means thirsty
and lord this boy is THIRSTY for your attention (but it in the best way possible!) he hopes that you think about him as much as he thinks about you
this song is about being head over heels in love, and that's how jisung feels about you. the way you talk, the way you smile, the way you show kiss him. he’s obsessed with every single part
he wants to know everything about you, he wants to be around you 24/7, he wants to be the one you rely on. honestly, he just wants you
the chorus is like i’m so in love with you but i don’t really understand why. that’s jisung. he isn't exactly sure why his heart yearns for you to the point it sometimes hurts, but he doesn't care as long he gets to spend his whole life with you
bakit uhaw sa’yong sayaw, bakit ikaw? ♡ why do i thirst for your dance, why for you?
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° FELIX → unang sayaw - nobita
in english, unang sayaw means first dance and this song is about the happy memories of falling in love
felix gets so giddy from everything you do and this song captures that perfectly. his heart does cartwheels every time you look at him and he smiles so wide when you’re with him that his cheeks ache
sometimes the feeling of love overwhelms him so much he just needs to let out a little scream HAHAHA like he needs to let everyone that he’s yours and you’re his 💞
usually, he would tell you that the sun reminds him of you. but one time, he told you that you shine so brightly that it surpasses any star in the whole multiverse and he melts every time he’s with you
he doesn’t mention it, but every time he recalls the journey you’ve gone on together, it ensures him more and more that he wants to marry you one day.
sa ilalim ng kalawakan, pangalan mong isisigaw ♡ under the galaxy sky, i will scream your name
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° SEUNGMIN → mundo - iv of spades
the song mundo emphasizes the importance of pure, committed love. mundo means world and it has two uses in this song
for one, it’s used in a way to call one’s lover their whole world. i fully believe that that’s how seungmin sees you. you are his whole world, his everything
and for two, it expresses forgetting everything else except each other; forgetting the whole world around you because what matters is the love that you share
seungmin wants to be your shield. he will protect you and listen to all the problems you have, making sure that you know that he’s by your side every step of the way. you'll never be alone as long as he's alive
he’s not very big on words so he shows his love through actions, and i think that’s very fitting to the meaning of this song
limutin na ang mundo nang magkasama tayo ♡ forget the whole world when it’s just the two of us
ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° JEONGIN → come inside of my heart - iv of spades
idk if many people know, but this song is in fact by a filipino band! come inside of my heart is about reassuring one’s lover that they are the love of their life, even if they don’t always express or show it very well
jeongin is big on quality time and subtle acts of love and he doesn’t really use his words to tell you how much he loves you. because of this, he sometimes worries that you think he doesn’t love you when that’s not at all true
instead of “i love you,” he prefers to send you playlists of songs that remind him of you. or maybe he’ll leave some of his hoodies at your place so that you can wear them without asking him.
there are times when jeongin wishes you could see inside his mind and his heart so that you would understand how much he loves you (a LOT)
you’re constantly plaguing his thoughts and his heart. he genuinely believes that his life revolves around you because you’re just that significant to him
♡ come save me ‘cause you’re the only one for me
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
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pedrosdameron · 6 months
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Treat You Right || Joel Miller x f!reader
Description: When you and Joel get into an argument, your first instinct is to shut down and cry. Joel shows you how to come back to life in a very sinful way.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Porn with very little plot, Angst, reader has a bipolar disorder (unspecified), mental health issues talks, mention of medication, reader flinches when he moves once, arguing, hurt/comfort, slight dissociation, established (kind of toxic) relationship, unspecified age gap, unprotected piv (come on, you know the drill), oral m and f receiving, ruined orgasm, multiple orgasms, cumshots, aftercare, comforting!Joel, daddy kink, use of pet names, no use of y/n, reader uses she/her and is afab but has no physical descriptors 
Word count: 2.6k
Recommended song(s): Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood
Crush - Danny Fischer
I Hope You Understand - Del Water Gap
Still Don’t Know My Name - Labrinth
Note(s): Hi everyone!! I'm so nervous to post this. This is my FIRST Joel x reader fic and one of my first rare attempts at second person, first tense so I'm sorry if there are mistakes. I also rarely write smut! I wrote this as a vent piece and I hope you like it or it can help you. Enjoy and follow my main blog: @delliestattoo
The sound of the rain splattering against your living room window is nothing compared to the harshness of his tone. Joel’s yelling at you, finger raised and pointed with that same, sly smirk on his face; he knows what he’s doing, he’s making you weak.
And not in the good way.
You can feel tears threatening to spill over your waterline, fresh and hot and not at all helpful to the situation. You want to speak, you want to scream, you want to yell right back at him; but you find yourself completely mute, barely even able to process the words he’s throwing at you. He doesn’t get like this often - the first time was when you brought up Sarah the first time, and the only other time was when you threatened to leave him; but those times were both understandable now, sole misunderstandings that you had caused. 
This time, however, was honestly just stupid. You two had been arguing about where to go for dinner, and he called you indecisive, which your brain translated to immature and here you were. 
“J-Joel,” you whisper, though you know he can’t hear you. He’s still shouting, and you know you have to do something. You have to say something. You have to get out of this.
“Joel,” you say again, louder this time, “P-Please -” you stop yourself from continuing, bowing your head with a muffled sigh. You didn’t want to argue anymore, you didn’t want to fight. 
You just wanted him to stop yelling at you.
Silently, the tears begin to fall, and it quickly turns to broken sobbing, a hand covering your mouth to try and stay quiet. Quiet - which is what Joel is now, silent and staring at you while you try to compose yourself. You know he’s hating himself for the screaming, but you know you deserve it, and you think deep down he does, too.
“I’m s-sorry,” you manage to stutter, and you glance up at him, and that’s when you notice Joel has gone not only silent, but also still, his face completely changed from the moment before. You’re puzzled for a moment, unsure of how to proceed, when he walks towards you. 
On instinct, you flinch.
“Joel-?” It’s more of a question than a statement, because now you’re just confused, though your tense body relaxes underneath his touch, his calloused and rough hands reaching for your shoulders, fingers dragging down your arm, and despite being relaxed, you freeze. You don’t know what he’s doing, and all you can do is look up at him with unsure, teary eyes, as a few tears still fall.
“Oh, baby, -” Joel says then, and you blink, mouth suddenly dry with a sense of something else entirely. Suddenly, you’re not crying anymore. 
Everything’s fine. He’s talking to you. He’s looking at you and touching you and he has that sweet, thick southern accent - everything seems okay now; and you know it may only be for a moment, and you know you missed your medication this morning, but it’s okay now.
“Darlin’,” Joel begins, and you know this is about to be good, “Why’s my pretty girl cryin’ like that? Come on now, chin up for me,” he says, and you obey, raising your chin and wiping your tears. You have the sudden urge to call him daddy - the way he’s looking at you, the way he was yelling at you. It fits. It fits so well and so would he. 
“That’s my girl,” Joel praises, and you feel your mood shift, already having gone from upset to nonchalant; but now it’s something different, now it’s a yearning you know only the man in front of you can fulfill. 
“Joel-” you huff, biting your lip. You don’t know what to say to him to make him understand what you need now. 
What if he wasn’t interested? What if he didn’t want you? What if he was just trying to fix what he had started?
“What is it, pretty girl?” he whispers then, and you feel your core burn hot. You want to sit down, but there’s nowhere to go, nowhere but his arms. You feel mute again, silenced, but then Joel rubs your arms again and you’re fully there.
“Need you, daddy,” you mutter, and your pussy throbs with want, with need. You need him to kiss you, to put his mouth on your neck; and you want him to shove you against a wall, throw you around, praise and degrade you at once. He’s staring deep into your eyes, like he’s trying to decide whether he wants to give in, and you open your mouth to say something but…
You’re cut off by movement, his hands falling from your arms down to your hips, and fuck, fuck, you couldn’t take it anymore. 
“Goddamnit, Joel,” you curse, though you’re sure he knows you don’t mean anything by it. You grunt, moving backwards, and pull your blouse over the top of your head with ease. The remainder of your clothing consists of your black biker shorts and a black, lace bra that you know damn well Joel wouldn’t be able to take his eyes - or hands - off of. 
“Goddamn, you,” Joel grunts back, and just like you thought, his hands are immediately on you, fingers laced underneath the hem of your bra like he wants it off already. You smirk. The tears on your face have dried, and you no longer have bloodshot eyes, no, now they’re full of lust and longing that belongs to Joel and Joel only. “Need me already?” you ask teasingly, and you expect him to laugh, play it off like he usually does, but you’re met with a sudden force, throwing you up against the wall just like you had wanted. “Fuck, Joel,” you can’t help but moan, the force making your panties wet, heart skipping beats and core throbbing with a desperate need. “Joel,” you mutter, as you move to wrap your arms around his neck, “Please.”
He seems to understand what you want by the look on your face and the pleading sound to your begs, hands reaching around to undo your bra strap. You don’t have time for that - you move away from his hands, instead your body presses close against his and you can feel his cock hard in his jeans. “I wanna get you off,” you whisper, leaning close to his ear. Your hand moves down to cup his balls underneath the fabric and you give them a gentle squeeze, a gesture that was almost like asking for permission for you. Joel’s breath had already been heavy but now it had picked up, and his fingers were thumbing over your nipples, and you knew that was an okay.
You drop to your knees, not wasting any time with Joel’s belt. He helps you, and before he seems to know it your mouth is on his cock, lips wrapped tastefully around the tip as you bob your head back. His arm is hovering over your head, his hand pressed against the wall as he resists the urge to thrust his cock into your mouth; you know that’s what he’s thinking, because you’ve talked about it. 
And you want him to.
“Come on, daddy, fuck my mouth,” you say, as you pull away for a moment to spit. You take his cock whole, and Joel cries out, hips moving to fuck your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head, mouth dripping with saliva and pre-cum as he fucks into you. Your panties have to be fucking soaked by now, you’re so needy, you’re grinding down into nothing. There’s no sound in the room except for the wet slapping sounds of Joel’s balls against your cheeks and you don’t mind it one bit, muffled and strangled heavy breaths coming from your end and rough, heavy grunts from Joel’s. 
He’s getting close, you can tell by the way he’s breathing now; you’d been together for so long you had gotten accustomed to every sound. “That’s enough,” you say, voice hoarse now, as you pull away from his cock, which still thrusts towards you even after the loss. He’s not saying anything, and you know he’s pissed, but you know that would just make him fuck you better.
“Come on, daddy,” you murmur, your legs moving to stand, “Come fuck me.”
The two of you manage to make it to the bed, but you don’t manage to make it much farther. Joel’s got his hands on you again, and you can see the remorse from earlier reflected in his eyes, but you see way more lust. He throws you down onto the mattress and you let out a soft sigh, body going pliant. This is what you wanted, what you seemed to have needed. You just needed a man to throw you around and fuck you right. Treat you right.
You don’t bother helping him with your pants. He makes quick work of ripping them off of you, revealing your matching black, lace panties, and the sound he makes upon sight of them is comparable to a wolf’s snarl. 
“Like what you see?” you ask, smirking as you position yourself for missionary - it was your favorite position, your go-to, and if you were being honest, you needed the honest connection right now. You needed to really feel him make love to you.
“‘Course I do, pretty girl,” Joel confirms, pulling his own shirt over his head. He’s completely naked now, and you feel overdressed. You shimmy your hips. “Take ‘em off me, daddy,” you purr, and Joel can’t resist you, diving for your cunt. You scream and fall back, a laugh falling from your lips as he drags your panties down to your ankles and then off fully. You can’t even take a breath before he’s got his mouth on you - and he’s eating you real good, tongue flicking up and down and swirling around your clit in perfect motions. It’s not often he does this, either; Joel never really seems to enjoy it, but right now he’s all in. You’re left wondering if he’s even breathing while his tongue attacks your pussy. Your back arches and you feel an orgasm approaching, and it’s coming up fast, your breathing now labored and your hips bucking up into his mouth for more, more friction, more anything.
You need his cock. You need it deep, nestled inside of you, holding you together.
“J-Joel,” you pant, a hand reaching down for his hair. You try to pull him off of you, but Joel only presses his face deeper into your cunt, leaving you breathless and out of energy. Your core is burning hot, ready to cum, and you need to. You need to release. You need it so bad.
“Fuck, fuck - gonna cum,” you manage to mutter, pulling at his hair again. Joel’s lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, and you scream, your orgasm rippling through you at the speed of lightning. Joel doesn’t pull away, either; he helps you through it, licking your folds gently as you try and breathe, cunt twitching underneath his tongue. You still want his cock, more than anything now, and you feel tears welling up in your eyes again as he continues to stimulate you.
“Joel… p-please,” you whisper pleadingly, with another tug, “Please.” He pulls away then, looking up at you, and you swear you could see the devil in his eyes, he looked that sinful. His hair was messy, his chin dripping with your juices and lips red and puffy. You almost wanted to grab your phone and snap a photo, but you know he’d kill you.
The both of you take a minute to just breathe. Joel reaches to wipe his mouth before kissing you but you stop him and pull him forward anyways, wanting to taste yourself. “Need you to fuck me,” you whisper against his lips, the sickly sweet taste covering your tongue, “Need it, baby. Need you.”
Joel pulls away, only to look you in the eyes. “Need me that bad, darlin’?” 
You nod in desperation. Your eyes are filled with tears. All Joel does is let out a chuckle, and then he pushes you back down into the mattress. “Alright,” he mutters, “be a good girl for me and stay there, alright? Gonna fuck you nice and right,” he says, and you go pliant once again, body completely relaxed on the mattress. Your juices are flowing out of you and soaking the sheets but neither of you seem to care. They can always be washed.
Once you’re fully relaxed and ready, Joel climbs on top of you, and you instantly wrap your arms around him to bring him closer, his cock rubbing against the folds of your cunt. “Fuck,” the both of you say in unison, and then you both laugh a little, too. You’re always glad you can laugh with Joel in moments like these, serious or not. 
“That’s my girl,” Joel praises, his breath coming to a halt as he presses his cock into you slowly. The both of you adjust for a moment, and then you’re grabbing at any part of him you can reach. “Fuck me,” you beg, “Please, Joel. Fuck me.”
He obliges quickly, shifting his weight to his hands to begin thrusting his cock into you. It’s a quick pace, balls slapping against your thighs every other second, and you feel so fucking full. 
“Feels good,” you moan, “Feels - feels f-full, Joel.”
“Yeah? Fuck, darlin’, takin’ my cock so good,” Joel praises in return, and you feel your core start to heat up again and your heart swell. You’re going to cum again, and you’re probably going to do it quickly. 
“Harder,” you huff, fingers digging deep into Joel’s shoulders. He grunts at the pain but says nothing, allowing you to take hold of him. If anything, it spurs him on to fuck you harder. “Harder,” you repeat, throwing your head back, “I’m gonna fuck - I’m gonna fucking cum,” you warn him, moving your hand to reach down and rub at your clit quickly. You swirl your finger around the little sphere and cry out in pleasure, bucking your hips up to meet Joel’s pace. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you cry, breathing strangled, and Joel didn’t even have his hands on your throat.
“Yeah? Come on, darlin’,” Joel pants, his own orgasm approaching, though his focus remained on you, “Come for me. Come for me, pretty girl. Come on this fucking cock.”
He doesn’t have to say it twice - only once and you’re crying out again, overwhelming pleasure taking over your whole body. You’re trembling underneath him as you cum, fingers digging deep into his shoulder, so hard it could possibly draw blood; and despite the pain, Joel enjoys it, and it floods his own orgasm through him, streams of his seed spurting into your pussy. You can feel him filling you up and it feels better than anything you could ever imagine, and you’re way too dreary now to care there was no condom.
“Did so good,” Joel praises, as he pulls his cock out of you, and you whine at the sudden loss. You find yourself reaching for him, but he’s already shifting to move off of the bed. “Where - where are you going?” you whisper, sadness taking hold of your voice; was he leaving?
“Nowhere, my sweet girl,” Joel whispers then, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “Gonna get a towel, clean you up, ‘n we can lay together. Okay, baby?”
You can feel your eyes closing from exhaustion; between the fight and sex, you were beat. “Okay,” you whisper quietly, “Baby.”
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altbite · 1 year
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Silly things *König x Reader*
König x GN!Reader
Reader speaks Russian. Konig and reader speak german and russian, respectively, to each other. 
‘Socks’ is reader’s callsign :3
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“Motherfu-”, you yelled as you walked into the corner of the table.
“Language”, Konig spoke up behind you, having witnessed the incident that just occurred. He was chuckling underneath his mask.
“Я покажу тебе свой язык, ты бесполезный жаба человека (i will show you language, you useless toad of a man)”, you muttered under your breath, trying to think of anything but the pain in your hip right now.
“worüber beschwerst du dich diesmal (what are you complaining about this time)”, Konig sighed as he scooted passed you.
“The table. I am being abused by the table”, you said, loud enough for it to be above average but not yelling.
“Socks, you are just blind. You clearly walked into the table so I think its you abusing the poor table”. Konig didn’t even face you while speaking, too busy getting two cups for coffee.
“Блин, отстань от меня (“damn, leave me alone” or personally “fuck off, leave me alone”)”, you backhanded Konig in the arm. He probably couldn’t even feel it but it made you feel better so a win is a win.
You peeked at what he was doing, watching him add sugar to his coffee as he waited for the water to boil. You looked up at him, admiring his eyes. Not much else to admire, well on his face anyway. The focus and dedication he was putting into it kinda made you want to see what he would look at you like if he was doing you.
Clearly zoned out, Konig waved a hand in front of you, “a lil milk or a lotta milk?”. A few blinks to bring yourself back to reality and comprehend what he just asked “lotta”. You were damn grateful this man couldn’t read your mind, as had he been able to, he would’ve by done something about it by now. You hoped.
You grab your cup and stir it, thanking him. You bring it up to take a sip only for it to burn you. “ah fucking hell” you spit as the coffee drops out of your mouth and cup. You put down the coffee and Konig handed you a tissue while laughing, “What did you expect? I just made it”.
“You know what, I'm glad you’re finding entertainment in my pain. I have burned my tongue for at least a week now”. You were so done with the day, and it had just started. He was still having a laugh at you, and your bad mood. Everyone knew you weren’t a morning person but Konig had seen you do the most stupidest things half the time.
“как насчет того, чтобы тебя ударили? (how about you get hit)”, you take a deep breathe in, “I’m going back to bed, i can’t do this anymore”. You grab your coffee, and sluggishly walked off.
‘Du Dummkopf, wie ich dich liebe (you dumbass, how i love you)’, Konig thought as his eyes softened, and body relaxed. He proceeded to take a sip of his coffee, and he too didn’t learn from your mistake. It was fucking hot.
Konig: T^T cries
LISTEN I KNOW IT AINT PERFECT. I am a russian speaker, that does not mean i can read or write half the time so i did use google translate. I used words and sentences i use on a daily, but trying to find out how to spell it has a nightmare. As for the German, i am v sorry if its very wrong. Again google translate haha.
Enjoy ;3
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Heyoooo! I’m not sure if you take requests, or if this is where your supposed to ask, it’s my first time doing so :’)
BUT
If you do, I was wondering if you could maybe wright an angsty fic, could be platonic or romantic, idm, but after a mission the reader dies similar to how aunt may dies in Spider-Man. Like, everybody gets out alive after a mission, and they’re about to head back on the ship r somthin and then BOOM, the reader falls. They don’t know the are dying and everyone is panicking(or just one of TBB for bonus individual trauma) then after a few, they die. One minute TBB have it all, the next, their world shattered.
Ofc your free to change as much as you want up, and you really don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, it’s just a prompt I’ve been thinking about. Personally its just been nagging me for a while and I love your writing, and would really love to see it done (we all love some heavy angst, no?)
Again, if you don’t want to that’s perfectly fine, just thought I could ask <333
Hello dear, sorry this took so long.
Full disclosure, I’ve never seen Spider-Man. I watched a few videos on YouTube. Both for the movie and the video game not knowing which death of Aunt May you had in mind. Thankfully you provided enough details in the request which helped me hugely!
Thank you for your love and support. It means the world to me ❤️
(Ps. You didn’t mention if you wanted the reader to have a specific pronoun so I’ve chosen to use she/her as the readers pronouns)
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Go Peacefully, It’s Okay
Pairing: The Bad Batch + f!reader
Word count: 2.4k
Warning: Character death, blood mentioned, female reader, fun sibling dynamics THEN hurt with not a drop of comfort to be found, platonic relationships, use of mando’a (translation at the end)
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Sometimes everything you hold dear to your heart, can slip out of your fingertips without out a cause, without a warning, without an explanation
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“Remind me when we get back to Ord Mantell, to tell Sid that being hunted by an unknown animal was not in the job description.” Tech grumbled, re-gaining his balance after tripping over a root hidden in the soil.
You laughed, dodging another tree branch as you raced past him, “I wasn’t aware Sid was handing out job descriptions.”
“It’s probably for the best that she doesn’t, we’d be broke if she did,” Hunter pointed out, “If you haven’t noticed, her missions are getting more dangerous lately.”
“Oh, come on, they’re not all bad,” You flinched when the creatures let out a loud roar, “See, even they’re agreeing with me.”
Your commlink beeped, Crosshair’s voice coming through the speaker, “Take the next left, you should be able to lose them in the tall grass.”
“Lose them?” Echo smirked, enjoying this more than he probably should as he jumped over a fallen log, dodging the sharp claws trying to shred his prosthetic leg into pieces, “The fun’s just getting started!”
“You can say that again!” Wrecker cheered, running beside you; Omega balanced on his shoulders, shooting her bow in hopes that it’ll slow the animal chasing them down.
“Has anyone found their weak spot yet?”
Of course nothing is ever simple with the Batch. The creature's skin ricochet any blaster fire and for the first time in history, Wrecker didn’t pack any explosives. Something he’s still evidently mad about as he complained very loudly: “No need for explosives, Tech said. It’s a peaceful planet, Tech said.”
“It was peaceful until you decided to awaken the den, Wrecker.” Tech pointed out, dodging another pounce from the creature behind him, “This plan isn’t working.”
“Crosshair, I thought you said we’d lose them in the tall grass, not attract more!” Echo growled, annoyed as his prosthetics creaked loudly, “You’ll be in charge of oiling my prosthetics when we get back.”
You let out a snort, because that'll be a sight to behold. The others laughed when all Crosshair replied with was a sneer. With a fond roll of your eyes, you opened your comm link, “I have an idea.”
“If past experiences have proven anything, those words have never been followed by anything good.” Typically Tech response.
“You got a better idea?” You asked, a tad judgemental, “Just trust me, okay. Hunter, grab Omega and run. All of you, out of the grass.”
“Copy,” Echo turned to brothers, “Race you to the ship, last one takes first watch tonight.”
Hunter’s helmet is focused on you and you know underneath it he’s giving you a pleading look to not do anything stupid. You just waved him away in response.
“I’ll be right behind you.” You promised and drew your blaster. He sighed and took off with Omega at his side.
As promised, you followed. Albeit a little further behind them as you shoot at the ground again and again, the blaster shot hot enough for the dry grass to catch on fire, forming a wall of flames that prevent the creatures from continuing their attack. As the fire builds and they begin to retreat, you let out a breath of relief. Then, with a huge grin, you threw your hands in the air, ”Victory!”
“Parjir!” Wrecker cheered, high-fiving the youngest Batch. The kid giggled and gave a cheer herself.
Hunter shook his head at them, but you can see the tiniest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. The smile disappeared as quickly as it came, your name falling from his lips: “Behind you!”
Before you could turn around, your body is slammed to the ground. A vicious snarl came from right behind your ear and you winced at the loudness of it. You twisted your body and grabbed the blaster off of your belt. In the distance the boys are calling your name and without sparing a second thought you started firing into the creature's stomach, taking no pleasure in the pained screams it let out.
You laid your head back against the ground and tried your best not to gag at the smell and warmth of the blood seeping into your clothes. A second barely passed before a pair of hands pushed the animal off of you, “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” You answered, letting Tech help you up, “Thank you.”
“Next time please eliminate all threats before celebrating.”
“I’ll make sure to triple check my surroundings.” You promised, brushing off the dirt clinging to your pants.
“That would be suffice, thank you.” He said dryly and you chuckled in response, amused with his way of speech.
While Hunter started checking Omega over for any injuries, you pulled Wrecker toward you to do the same. The biggest clone willingly allowed you to poke and prod at various body parts and he doesn’t even complain when you checked a second time despite knowing that other than a bruise or two, he’s fine.
“Your turn,” Wrecker gestured for you to turn around, but before he could begin his check, Hunter called for everyone to grab their packs and start moving out. Wrecker clapped his hands together with a giant grin, “Finally! The heat is killing me! I guess I’ll check you over once we’re back on the Marauder.”
“I’d expect nothing less.” You patted Wrecker’s shoulder and followed him to where the others started preparing for the trip.
You begin the journey back to the ship at Wrecker’s side but the longer you walked, the slower your pace became and eventually you fell behind. The fire is still roaring behind you, the warmth of it faint against your back and despite having felt like you’ve travelled miles, you're not even halfway back to the ship yet.
Echo slowed down to match your pace, arm brushing against yours, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, Echo. I think the adrenaline is starting to wear off, that's all.”
“Should I get Tech? He’ll probably have a stim shot.”
“No, there’s no need to bother him. I just need a sec-,” A sharp spasm rippled down your back, the force of it knocking you over, your legs giving out from underneath you.
Echo caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist and you leaned into his embrace, head crashing onto his shoulder. Echo lowered both of you to the ground, “Help, we need help!”
Hunter dropped down beside you, helmet placed on the ground as his eyes scanned over your body, looking for injuries, but he can’t tell if the blood is yours or the creatures, “Echo, what happened?”
“I don’t know, we were talking and then she collapsed.”
“Collapsed?” Wrecker appeared beside Hunter, helmet also off, his brows knitted together, “Is she okay?”
You know what he’s thinking, it’s written across his face. He should have checked you over earlier and you know very well that thoughts like those never lead anywhere good, so you grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “I’m okay, Wrecker. I just need a second.”
“We don’t have time for this,” Crosshair huffed impatiently. He’s out of your line of sight but you know he’s scowling, “Get up.”
“We have time to let her catch her breath,” Hunter surveyed the burning grass. The fire is steady and far enough that it wouldn’t hurt to sit for a few seconds, “When we get back to the ship, Tech is going to check you over, okay?”
Tech eyed the flames with caution, “For once I find myself agreeing with Crosshair. We don’t know what other animals the noise and fire might draw. We shouldn't stay here. It’ll be best to let Wrecker carry her to the ship.”
“First cardio, now a full upper body workout! It’s shaping up to be a good day after all.” Wrecker joked, but he couldn’t hide the anxiety that lingered in his words as he waited for Hunter’s permission.
Hunter nodded and moved out of the way, “Thanks Wrecker.”
“I got ya, ner vod.” Wrecker scooped you up, shifting you in his arms to get a better grip, only before he could find one comfortable enough for the both of you, he froze, his hold on you loosening until you were set back down carefully.
“Wrecker?”
“I-, she’s…,” He stuttered, taking several steps away from you until his back collided with a tree behind him. His eyes desperately searched for his brother, “Tech, she’s… oh maker, please no.”
You frowned, confused at his sudden behaviour. Tech seemed equally confused but he must have seen something in Wrecker's expression that you hadn’t, because suddenly he’s digging through his pack, searching for something of importance judging by the urgency of his movements.
You turned back to Hunter, “What’s wrong? What’s Tech doing?”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure everything is fine.” Hunter reassured, returning to his previous place beside you. His hand slipped under your shirt, fingers deftly prodding at your side until they stopped at the bottom of your rib cage, then he’s applying pressure against your skin, cursing as he yelled for his brother to hurry.
Echo grabbed his pack, emptying the contents carelessly onto the ground before lifting your head up and placing the pack on the ground as a cushion for you, “Just relax, everything is okay, you’re okay.”
Tiny footsteps made their way to where you’re laying and Hunter held up his hand, stopping Omega from coming any closer. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her but his words are directed at his older brother, “Echo, take Omega to the ship.”
“No,” Omega fought the hand that grabbed her arm, shoving Echo back, “What's going on? Why aren’t we moving?”
She looked at you, anxiously awaiting an answer and you're quick to reassure the small girl, “Need a sec’, I prob’ly inhaled too much smoke.”
Realising that she isn’t going to go willingly to the Marauder, Hunter sighed, “Omega, go check on Wrecker. That’s an order, kid.”
Omega pressed her lips together and for a second you thought she was about to argue but instead she listened and went to check on Wrecker. The bigger clone’s sat on the ground, head between his legs, but he welcomed Omega into his arms when she hugged him in an attempt to calm him down.
Hunter cocked his head towards the two, “Echo, keep an eye on them.”
“Yes, sir,” Echo stood up and laid a hand on Hunter's shoulder, his voice lowering to a whisper, “Take care of her, vod.”
Tech took Echo's place, a scanner held over your body and he adjusted his goggles in the way he does when something isn’t looking good. The muscle in his jaw twitched before he turned the scanners screen to Hunter.
You tore your eyes away from them and tilted your head back to watch as the fire curled up into the dawn sky. Red and oranges mix with the pale pascals, and the stars, so bright from here, so familiar, blur with every breath you take. You can’t help but let your eyes drift shut.
“Don’t do that,” Crosshair hissed, “Keep your eyes open.”
You blinked them back open and you’re a little surprised to see Crosshair kneeling down beside you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. When your eyes met his, the corner of his mouth turned up, “Good, keep your eyes on me.”
“Crosshair?” You leaned into his hand, seeking the comfort he’s providing despite his usual nature, “Why aren’t we movin’? Is someone hurt?”
“No, everything is okay,” Crosshair replied, but it’s through clenched teeth. Something he only does when he’s having to say something he doesn’t fully believe and/or agree with. He positioned himself criss-crossed above you and lifted your head, replacing Echo’s pack with his lap, “We’re just taking a break.”
Right, a break. A second to relax and catch your breath, that’s what you needed. You closed your eyes, even though you're pretty sure someone just told you not to, but there’s a heavy fog clouding your mind and you can’t remember who it was.
“I said to keep them open.” Crosshair, right, that’s who said it. The man who’s currently demanding you to look at him.
“Crosshair, keep her awake.”
You're able to open your eyes enough to watch as the sniper glared at Tech, “What do you think I’m trying to do?”
Hunter’s fingers threaded through yours, “You can’t fall asleep, cyar’ika, okay? Hey, look at me, let me see those pretty eyes.”
The fading sun is too bright and your vision struggles to focus but you listened to his words and for that he gave you the softest smile, “There you are.”
“Wrec’ ok’?”
“He’s okay. We’re all okay. You just take another second to relax and don’t worry about anything, we have you.” Hunter pressed a kiss to your forehead.
Echo rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at his Sergeant, “You have to tell her, Hunter. You have to let her say goodbye.”
You want to ask what he means. Who’s saying goodbye by who. You want to ask why he looks so sorrowful, but your body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate and your voice only comes out in weak gasps.
“Move,” Tech ordered Crosshair, taking his position to support your body up against his chest, helping the air fill your lungs, “Deep breaths, nice and slow.”
You tried to match Tech’s breathing, the strength in his inhale and the sturdiness in the exhale, but your lungs start to fail you as your breathing became weaker, your grip loosened but Hunter doesn’t let go. Not even when your eyes drift shut for the final time and your chest stills.
Hunter lowered his head, pressing his forehead to yours as he whispered a promise: “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.”
“Hunter?”
“Kid-,” Crosshair reached out for Omega, not sure if he was trying to comfort and protect her or hell, maybe even himself, as she dropped to her knees beside your body. It took everything in him to not walk away, far from here, but she needs him. His brothers need him.
They all watched helplessly as Omega finally noticed the blood pooling around your body, “She's bleeding! Tech, why are you just sitting there?! Help her!”
“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do, Omega. The wound was too deep, she was losing too much blood. I’m… I’m sorry.”
“No, I don’t believe that. There has to be something we can do!” She pressed her tiny hands against the wound while she begged through tears: “Wake up! Talk to me, say something, anything! Please, open your eyes!”
“Ad’ika, she’s gone,” Hunter swallowed around the lump in his throat, his lower lip quivered when he pulled the small clone into his arms, “She’s gone.”
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Mando’a translation
Parjir. – Victory
Ner vod – My sister
Cyar’ika – darling/sweetheart
Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum – Daily remembrance of those passed on *I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.*
Ad’ika – Little one
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bluenpjm · 9 months
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bad decisions ; 3 — kth x you x pjm
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© bluenpjm | all rights reserved. do not repost, translate or claim as your own.
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synopsis. there are people who say that high school is one of the best times of your lives: where you find your first love, where you might lose your virginity, where you get to go to your first party, where you meet your friends for life. all they ask is that you live day after day, decision after decision… you try your best to avoid bad decisions and deal with your emotions at the same time. 
genre. high school au + fluff + angst + smut 
pairing. taehyung x you x jimin
rating. M
wordcount. 5.7K
warnings. underage drinking, mentions of smoking, abuse of alcohol, foul language, friendship ending, fights, heartbreak, and your good old teenage drama :) 
a/n. the biggest shoutout to my bestie @singguks for being kim tae on that last bit cause honestly they are both so scary i wouldn’t be able to do it without her <3 also do you see that new banner, tho? 🤭 
chapters. 2 × 3 × 4
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The peace didn’t last. 
And now, you were starting to regret every life decision you had ever made. Good and bad. 
“Fuck, Angie!” You squeal, your hands immediately letting go of her hair as you step away, the vomit in your shoes almost making you slip and fall onto the bathroom floor. 
There really was no turning point from where you were now. This was your lowest. 
“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry!” The girl cries and you sigh, frustrated. 
“Just… don’t move your head.” You whisper. The music outside makes it almost impossible for the girl now hugging the toilet to hear you, head stuck in the bowel. “You’re a mess and the party barely even started.”
Using all the baby wipes available in the bathroom, you try your best to clean your shoes without mimicking Angie. If there was something you always had difficulty facing was vomiting—especially from other people. 
Leaning against the sink, your eyes fall again on the girl on the floor. 
“Do you want me to take you home?” You ask but in reality, you hope she says no. You had been expecting this party. Almost as much as the host. 
Jimin’s so-expected eighteenth birthday had finally arrived and it turned out that all the beforehand gloating wasn’t as fabricated as everyone expected. Yes, you had come later than you had wanted. The invitation of getting ready with Angie was unexpected but a welcome surprise considering the relentless couple of weeks you’ve been having. 
As you stepped into the heart of the party, a surge of emotions washed over you. The vibrant atmosphere enveloped you and you felt an electric energy buzzing in the air. Excitement mixed with a hint of nervous anticipation coursed through your veins, intensifying your senses and making you acutely aware of the pulsating rhythm of the music and the infectious laughter that filled the room. 
As you and Angie made your way through the crowd, the irresistible pull of the dance floor proved too strong to resist, your bodies moving in sync with the music, swaying and twirling with carefree abandon. The euphoria of the moment mingled with the laughter and cheers of those around you, creating a whirlwind of joy and liberation, so much so that you end up forgetting your mission of finding either your best friend or the birthday boy.
As drinks flowed freely, the liquid courage emboldened Angie to try new concoctions, her inhibitions melting away with each sip. Laughter spilled from her lips, cheeks flushed with a combination of exhilaration and the warmth of alcohol. The room seemed to spin in a dizzying haze, lights swirling and blurring together. Until the girl couldn’t stand her ground anymore, and you found yourself chaperoning her to the bathroom.
“Nah,” Her hair falls all over her face. “I’m good now.” But as she attempts to get up, you rush to grab her arm, preventing the messy blonde from hitting the toilet with her hip. 
“You’re in no condition.” You shake your head, torn between staying with her as a good friend would and going out to enjoy the so much-needed party.
“Naah,” She repeats but this time the syllables are lengthier. Her eyes are fixed on a blank point on the wall. 
“Let’s get you some water, yeah?” 
With a mix of determination and concern, you end up hoisting Angie up around your neck, holding her tightly by the waist as you venture through the crowded corridor of the second floor of Jimin’s house. The scent of alcohol and traces of smoke fills the air. 
“What’s going on in there?” Angie lifts her head that had been hanging as her earing sense doesn’t seem to be dormant like the rest of her body. A baffled moaning is heard through the corridor. 
You can’t help but chuckle as you struggle not to lose balance amidst the chaos. “Trust me, Angie, you don’t wanna go in there now.” 
Still half-dazed, Angie reluctantly agrees as you continue your journey down the stairs. The sounds of laughter and thumping music grow louder, beckoning you toward the epicenter of the party yet again. 
Descending to the first floor is a tricky task but you end up managing to arrive safely without breaking a leg or letting Angie go. Huffing and puffing, you navigate through the throngs of partygoers. Laughter and snippets of conversation surround you as your path is guided by the flickering lights. The kitchen shines like a beacon of respite, a sanctuary amidst the frenzy. You could already imagine the cool touch of water against your lips, offering momentary relief.
Leaving Angie by the kitchen island, you scan the room in search of clean cups. The room buzzes with activity, a vibrant mix of laughter and hushed whispers, punctuated by the aroma of the various drinks opened on the counter. Your eyes end up falling on familiar’s ones. 
“Jake!” Making your way through the crowd, you force a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. 
“YN!” He swings his arms up, showing the red cup he had been holding. “It’s just juice.” 
“Very responsible,” You pat his shoulder playfully, irony dripping from your voice “You should see your sister.” 
Jake’s smile fades slightly, concern filling his eyes as he glances at his sister behind your shoulder. He purses his lips together. “I’ll get her.” 
Accompanied by a light drink, you make your way outside to the pool area, seeking a moment of peace from the lively chaos indoors. As you step through the glass door, a refreshing breeze caresses your face. October was almost halfway through and fall hadn’t been the most gentle. 
The poolside was a haven of tranquility compared to the energetic atmosphere inside. Softly glowing fairy lights adorned the area, casting a gentle illumination on the water’s surface. Finding an empty lounge chair, you settle into it, savoring the solitude and the chance to collect your thoughts. You take a sip of your drink, the cool liquid soothing your parched throat, as you watch ripples dance across the pool. 
The distant laughter and conversations from inside provide a comforting backdrop, as your mind wandered, contemplating the complexity of friendship and the tangled emotions that had been stirring within you. Taehyung quickly comes to your mind and you turn back, facing the party inside, in hopes of spotting him in the crowd. 
At that moment, the doors swung open, and the vibrant sounds of the party spilled into the serene pool area, shattering the tranquility. And there he was. Your eyes fall onto Jimin as he steps through the threshold with an air of magnetic charm that makes your heart flutter. Charmingly so, he fixes his hair with his vacant hand as his tongue wets his lips. 
Quick to regain your composure, you rise from your seat, adjusting your dress that had ridden up slightly, and with open arms, you welcome the birthday boy, a radiant smile lighting up both of your faces. 
“Mochi, happy birthday!” You notice how he cringes at the nickname, scrunching his nose slightly. 
“Thank you, YN!” Jimin immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm and tight hug, his embrace making your heart skip a beat. One of your hands is quick to grab the hem of your dress. This would be the last time you would wear something of Angie’s.
“I was beginning to think I wasn’t going to see you today.” You chuckle as your other arm falls to your other side, signaling the hug was over. Jimin, however, keeps his hand firmly on the end of your back. 
“Had lots of people to speak to—and shots to drink.” He smiles sheepishly. “But I’m glad that you’re here.” 
“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You chuckle. “The most anticipated party of the school.” 
“Just the school?” He snorts. “The God-damned country!” 
“Oh, of course!” You agree, shoving him playfully. “Nice game by the way.” 
“You know… I actually couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You were distracting me.” Jimin’s shameless flirting leaves you speechless, mouth hanging slightly open as the only reaction you can manage is a laugh. 
“Really?” 
“Yeah–” His grip on your back intensifies and you have to stop yourself from jumping into the pool, the fresh wind not being enough to refresh your burning cheeks. 
“Was that why you missed that pass?” Your defense mechanism kicks in and you laugh directly at his face, noting how he tilts his head slightly. 
The conversation is cut short, for your luck. The sound of excited voices nearby erupts in the area. A group of people gathers in a circle, moving the lounge chairs as to gain room, laughing and whispering conspiratorially. 
You’re quick to look at Jimin with a mischievous smile as the words spin the bottle catch your ears. “Should we join?” 
“Only if you don’t sit next to me,” Jimin states boldly as he watches you go toward the game area. 
As the group gathers in a circle, excitement fills the air, accompanied by nervous laughter and playful banter. You find yourself seated across Jimin, as he had said, eyes locking for a fleeting moment. The bottle is placed in the center, ready to decide whose fate will pair together. With each spin, anticipation grows, and Jimin’s heart pounds in his chest. 
The bottle spins, its momentum gradually slowing down. Jimin’s eyes remain fixed on it, silently pleading for it to point toward you. But as luck would have it, the bottle lands just an inch away from you, leaving Jimin feeling a mix of disappointment and curiousness as he moves closer to kiss the girl next to you. The group cheers as the birthday boy finally gets some action.
Still numb from what you had just witnessed, you prepare yourself for the next round, and your gaze shifts to the door opening yet again. Excusing yourself, you are quick to get up from the circle, immediately recognizing the wavy hair of the boy that had just stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket. You approach Taehyung, heart racing with excitement. A smile spreads across your face as he turns around, ready to greet your best friend. 
As you draw closer, though, your eyes catch the glimpse of someone by his side. Your steps falter for a split second as you register the presence of a familiar girl, her expression momentarily clouded with surprise. Maddie. Her smile wavers ever so slightly, replaced by a polite and somewhat forced greeting. Taehyung shifts by her side.
Deep inside, a pang of unease stirs and you can’t help but wonder what Taehyung was doing with the girl. But just as quickly it came, it faded, as you get reminded of the last time you had decided to jump to conclusions, you push those thoughts aside. 
“What’s up, guys?” The high-pitch tone that your voice comes out in makes you curse mentally. 
Jimin’s eyes flicker back and forth between you and Taehyung, as he had to turn his body completely to follow you out of the circle. He observes your interaction from a distance, a part of him yearning to understand the dynamics between the two. 
The circle buzzes with excitement as the spinning bottle gradually loses its momentum, the whirling sound fading into a gentle him. Jimin’s attention snaps back to the game just in time to witness the bottle coming to a stop, finally realizing that this could be his long-awaited chance to finally taste your lips. 
“YN!” Jimin whines, but before the can even utter another plea for you to return to the game, his words caught in his throat as the girl he had already kissed is quick to go back for more. 
One more time, the group erupts and Jimin fakes his disappointment with a smirk. He’s greeted by the sound of his best friend chuckling. The group makes space for the new players, Taehyung sitting right next to the jock. And as you go to sit, you find your seat unexpectedly occupied by Taehyung’s friend. Maddie sits perfectly in the diagonal of Taehyung and you can’t help but chuckle, before finding a space for you to sit in.
The game continues and the tension is palpable. Each time the bottle whizzes past you, your eyes lock with one of the boys. The anticipation lingers, electrifying the atmosphere. However, you’re not fortunate enough to kiss anyone, instead watching with amusement whenever the bottle lands on a pair. 
Taehyung, too, experiences a similar fate, except for when the bottle spin with too much force, resulting in a surprising kiss between him and Jimin. Laughter erupts between the group, as the Capricorn that at first had been reluctant, now caressed the knee of his best friend. 
“Get a room!” 
Of course, fate will always follow its own course and Taehyung’s was quick to change. As the bottle finally comes to a rest, it points directly at Maddie. The boy’s gaze instinctively shifts towards you, seeking a reaction. You, however, let out a laugh, shoulder-shrugging nonchalantly as if to say it’s a game, you idiot! while deep down a flicker of complex debate dances in your eyes.
As Maddie leans in to kiss Taehyung, a hush falls over the circle and the sound of catcalls and teasing fills the air. The onlookers, fueled by the energy of the party, can’t help but revel in the dramatic moment. Some cheer, while others whistle and jeer playfully, enjoying the spectacle of the unexpected kiss. You can’t help but force a smile while your eyes roll instinctively. Deep down, you’re getting eaten alive by jealousy but refuse to let it show. Staying in the game was the mature thing to do, undoubtedly.
As the cheers die down, Taehyung meets your eyes, silently looking for any type of emotion. Diverting your gaze from his, your focus on the bottle that, without wasting too much time, is already spinning again. 
“Ah fuck! I’m cursed at this game.” You finally get up from the circle. “I’m going to find myself a drink.” 
As you step away from the circle, the protests from your absence become less audible, muffled by the animated ambiance on the other side of the door. Your heart felt heavy by the conflicted emotions that rushed through your mind and you decide to search for solace inside. 
Stepping in, you get hit by the thick air with mingling scents of alcohol, sweat, laughter, and music, enveloping you in the pulsating energy of the party. The rhythm of the music seeped through the walls, syncing with the beat of your racing heart as you make your way to the kitchen. 
Right by the edge of the kitchen island, you spot the familiar sight of red cups, all messily stacked, ready to be filled with an array of beverages. Their vibrant red color contrasts perfectly against the dimly lit room. You scan the several options at your disposal as the cup is bountifully held in between your teeth. Finally choosing to go with a plain vodka, the liquid swirls within the cup as your pour it half-full. 
What you reckon to previously be the dining area of Jimin’s house had now been transformed into a beer pong arena. The clattering of ping pong balls against the plastic cups drums in your ears draws your attention to the game. You rest by the wall, watching the intense game of the four guys you had never seen before. 
Your eyes met the gaze of one of the boys, slightly disheveled and clearly tipsy. The odds were not in his favor, especially considering the way his friend had collapsed onto a nearby couch, leaving his teammate all alone. 
You can’t help but chuckle as you shake your head at an epic miss and the boy’s eyes sparkle with a mixture of amusement and mischief, as he held another ping-pong ball in his hand, ready to shoot in the place of his friend. 
“Wanna play?” He stops with his arm half pushed back. 
With a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, you decide to join him, confidently pushing your hair back, as you seize this would be the perfect distraction from your thoughts. “We still got a shot to win this.” 
“I’m Jin, by the way.” He shakes his hand but is cut short by the protests of your newly found adversaries. 
“Nice to meet you Jin,” Opening your mouth slightly, you jump in your place, feet never leaving the ground as you take your shot. The ball turmoils around the cup, finally drowning in the liquid. “I’m YN.” 
Your camaraderie with Jin grows with each thrown ping-pong ball and, although you form an unlikely duo, you find comfort in the temporary connection amidst the chaos of the party. With each missed shot and shared laughter, you begin to feel the weight on your shoulders dissipate. 
Weary from the relentless beer pong games, you decide it was time to step away from your throne. After dominating two consecutive games, the alcohol coursing through your veins made your head spin and your stomach churned uncomfortably. Bidding your farewells to Jin with a bright smile, he doesn’t let you leave without inviting you to a fraternity party his frat would be having soon. He comments that you should bring all your friends. The more, the merrier. 
As yet again you made your way through the lively crowd, your path intersected with Hoseok, a familiar face from the neighborhood, who had opened up his dance studio after finishing up high school with the help of his parents. Rumour had it that he would often bring girls to the studio after hours for epic make-out sessions. 
The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the air, compelling Hoseok to showcase his jaw-dropping dance skills. A circle had been quick to form around him, entranced by his fluid movements and captivating energy. 
Your gaze lingered on Hoseok, his body effortlessly gliding across the dance floor. The vibrant lights and infectious rhythm created an electric atmosphere, infusing the room with a sense of euphoria. 
As you couldn’t help to be drawn to the vibrant energy that surrounded him, you raid Jimin’s pantry, your eyes immediately noticing a tantalizing array of cookies neatly arranged on the shelf. The detour was necessary, as you feared that joining Hoseok with an almost empty stomach would make you reach a state similar to Angie’s. With a cookie in hand, you succumb to the magnetic pull of the dance floor. The glee pulsed through your veins as you joined the crowd, surrendering to the infectious beat. 
As you twirled and swayed to the music, the intoxicating ambiance of the party involved you, temporarily silencing your worries as the thought of Taehyung and his whereabouts kept on crossing your mind. In that whirlwind of sound and movement, surrounded by familiar faces and the carefree spirit of the night, you found yourself breathing freely. 
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Get Stüpid by Bülow echoed through the house as the party had reached its peak. The decor was slightly disheveled and you were sure that Jimin’s mom would add a couple of rules for the next rager that her son threw. Despite the party going on for more than a couple of hours now, people were still cheerful chaos to witness. 
Amidst the commotion, you find yourself settled comfortably on a couch in Jimin’s living room, your colleagues occupying the nearby seats. With a mixture of exhaustion and contentment, you sink into the cushions, letting your body relax as your feet find comfort on the glass coffee table. The room shone with the colorful party lights casting a soft glow over you. 
To your left sat Jimin, radiating his signature charm as once again he commented about the last point of the game that had granted them the victory. He leaned in closer to the public, engaged in the conversation that would occasionally be punctuated by his contagious laughter. 
To your right, Taehyung lounged with a relaxed demeanor, his arm casually draped around your shoulder. The warmth of his touch offered a sense of familiarity and comfort amidst the loud and clamorous surroundings. His fingertips playfully traveled up and down your arm, goosebumps forming on your body. 
As the night wore on and the party gradually winded down, you felt a comforting weariness slowly seep into your body. The constant buzz of conversations and music seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a gentle lull that rocked you toward the embrace of sleep. As your drowsiness deepened and your eyelids began to flutter, the soft tendrils of sleep began to wrap around you. Just as you were about to succumb to the blissful embrace of slumber, a voice pierced through the haze, calling out Taehyung’s name with an excited urgency. 
You jolt, eyes flickering open, as you were momentarily disoriented by the interruption. Jimin clasps your legs on his lap together as Taehyung releases his embrace on you. 
“Where is he going?” You begin to rub your eyes before stopping mid-action, remembering that you had mascara on. 
“Beer pong,” Jimin says softly. “Were you sleeping at my party?!” His voice shrills and you can’t help but snort at the fake offended look on his face. “Guess I was.” 
“Time for a game then,” Jimin’s smirk makes your heart beat faster, the mischief almost dripping from his voice. 
As Jimin’s voice rings out, proposing a game of truth or dare, the people sitting on the other couches come alive. The childish game makes people eager to gather around, forming a circle that crackles with anticipation and excitement. The group that formed for the game was rather small, but it made things much more exciting. 
“Given it’s my party, I should do the honors,” Jimin proposes. His hand lands on your tight, squeezing it lightly as he scans who his victim will be. “Maddie, truth or dare?” 
“Truth,” The girl speaks confidently. Some people watching the game cheer excited. “I’m an open book.” 
“Do you have a crush on anyone in this room?” Jimin winks at her as everyone waits for an answer. 
She looks around the room and you can’t help to raise an eyebrow at her theatrics. “Considering you have an open floorplan, I do, actually.” 
“Oh, so it’s not me?” Jimin pretends to be offended and everyone laughs, some still eyeing the girl 
“Shut up,” She giggles at his flirtatious comment. “Now… Lisa! Truth or dare?” 
“Dare.” 
Maddie clasps her hands together, devilishly. She ends up daring the girl to twerk for everybody in the room, which she has to do to the sound of Ed Sheeran. Everyone laughs and it’s the turn of someone else to be faced with the decision. All participants take turns eagerly, revealing amusing truths and partaking in some entertaining dares, igniting laughter and creating unforgettable moments even in the minds of those that are a little bit too tipsy. 
As the game continued, the energy in the room escalated, each turn becoming more dramatic than the last. You sit on the edge of the circle, bracing yourself for the next challenge to come. “YN,” You jolt at the sound of your name once again. “Truth or dare?” 
“Truth.” You speak after a momentary pause. 
Maddie’s eyebrows shoot up, as she leans forward into the circle, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Again? We’ve had 3 truths in a row. I dare say that’s a little… boring.” She clicks her tongue, gaining a dry laugh from you. 
A collective gasp rippled through the circle, followed by a chorus of playful boos and teasing remarks. You feel your cheeks getting flustered by the sudden spotlight. 
With your competitive spirit igniting, you met Maddie’s gaze head-on. After a moment of contemplation, you made up your mind. A mischievous smile spreads across the girl’s lips. “Alright, Madeleine,” you begin, voice dripping with annoyance, “I’ll take the dare.” 
The room erupts with cheers and applauses, impressed by your bold choice, laced with the effect of the liquids they had been ingesting all night. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, ready to step out of your comfort zone to wipe the smug smile off the girl’s face. 
“I dare you to…” People chip in, whispering giggles into Maddie’s ears of suggestions to make you tap out of the dare. “Skinnydip into the pool.” 
“What?” You look around the room as everyone expects some sort of action from you. “It’s freezing outside, I’m not doing that.” 
Glaring, Maddie takes a deep breath. “Fine, but then you can’t refuse the other dare.”
“Those are the rules.” You reply dryly. 
The brunette looks around the room until the mischief returns to her features, face lighting up. Truthfully, the only thing missing was the light bulb popping up on her head. Flickering, obviously. 
“I dare you to make out with Jimin.” 
Your heart pounds in your ears, the room suddenly swirling with a mix of cheers, laughter, and excited whispers. The weight of Maddie’s dare hung in the air, and you felt like someone had a hand on your throat, stopping you from breathing properly. 
“Excuse me?” 
Your gaze shifts to Jimin, still sitting by your side on the couch as his face shows a mix of surprise and curiosity. Unlike you, he wasn’t offended by the dare, seeming more like he had to make a mental note to thank his friend later for the opportunity to finally kiss you. 
Of course, making out with Jimin had crossed your mind hundreds of times. He was the hottest guy in the school but he was also Taehyung’s best friend and Taehyung was your best friend. It was a very complicated mess.
“Are you chickening out of this one too?” 
Brushing off the surge of nervousness that travelled through your veins, you take a deep breath, chest filled with determination to prove her wrong. Turning to your side, you now face Jimin. Your hands travel to his face and leaning forward, you give him a small peck on the lips. It was so quick, that he barely even had the chance to close his eyes. 
“There you go,” You smile, sarcastically. 
“Didn’t I say make out? Not even a 5-year-old would be that bad.” Maddie hysterically laughs.
“That was a bit too quick…” Jimin whispers beside you and you feel like you could snap his head out.
“Oh, so you want a scene?” You feel your blood boil, ready to get up from your seat and drag Maddie into the pool so you could watch her drown. 
“Of course, girl.” 
“Fine.” 
Readjusting yourself, you take one last deep breath before brushing Taehyung off of your mind. Trapping Jimin between your legs, you adjust yourself in his lap, moving your head to one side to as to hide your flustered cheeks from the crowd. He’s smiling like a fool and his hands are quick to find a strong grip on your hips. The room erupts with excitement.
“Fuck it,” You whisper, hand resting on his face as you finally close the space between you. 
As your lips clash, an electric surge pulses through your entire being. The softness with which you had initiated the kiss was quickly transformed into a fervent hunger, as your mouths melded together. Jimin’s lips pressed firmly against yours. 
You felt the warmth of Jimin’s breath mixing with your own, synchronized breaths quickening as the kiss deepened. His lips moved with skill and confidence, exploring the contours of your mouth with an intoxicating mix of tenderness and longing. 
As he kept on asking permission, your tongues danced, almost in a tango, an unspoken language of eagerness growing as the seconds passed. Each gentle stroke of his fingers and playful tease sent shivers down your spine, the intensity of the moment causing you to lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his lips on yours. 
“What the hell is going on here?!” Taehyung’s voice boomed through the room, shattering the moment you and Jimin were intensively emerged in. You hastily pull away from each other, your expressions a mix of surprise and confusion at the sudden abruptness. 
Taehyung’s face contorted in a combination of anger and hurt as he mumbled a few incomprehensible words under his breath. His eyes met yours and you could immediately note that they were filled with disappointment and a pain that cut deep. 
Without a word, he turned on his heels, storming out of the room.
You are unable to find your voice or move, suddenly feeling all eyes on you as your own filled with tears. The realization of the consequences of your actions sank in, deepening the state of shock your mind was in. 
Jimin, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events looks back and forth between Taehyung’s retreating figure and your stunned loss of words. Confusion clouded his expression as he struggled to make sense of the situation. He hesitated for a moment before his brain commanded his legs to move after his best friend, hoping to be able to clarify whatever was going on. 
“Hey, wait up!” Jimin sprints after Taehyung, catching him by the pool. Taehyung spots on his tracks, eyes glued to the floor as he’s afraid of whatever might fall from his lips. “What is going on, bro?” 
Hands placed on his hips, Taehyung still has his back facing Jimin. He ponders if he should do this now if he should even bother at all, and finally turns away. His eyes quickly shift between Jimin and the people inside the house. “Oh, I don’t know… you tell me!” Sarcasm drips from his voice and Jimin catches himself frowning.
“Tae, are you feeling ok? Did you take something?” Jimin trails lightly and Taehyung’s reaction only adds fuel to the fire, as he laughs at the question. 
“Did I take–” He scoffs, “are you really that daft?!”
More and more people gather outside, curious about the commotion that had just begun. Jimin laughs nervously, taking a step closer to his best friend. “I’m starting to feel like I might have done something I shouldn’t.” 
“You feel? You feel, is it?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows, tongue wetting his lips as he goes over his emotions. “The worst part is that you don’t even know what it is–” He laughs at his own disgrace, hands resting over his hips.
“The kiss?” Jimin threads carefully, still clueless. “We were playing truth or dare, bro. Like, I know she’s your best friend but–” He chuckles but not because he finds the situation funny. 
“You’re supposed to be my best friend.” Taehyung glares. ��And you’re so fucking absorbed by yourself that you forgot to do at least an ok job at it.” 
“Why are you being a dick?” Jimin looks around the area, offended by the harsh words of his friend. 
“You stick your tongue on the girl I like and I’m the dick?!” Taehyung raises his voice, “but I guess we should all make way for the all-year-round birthday boy, right?!”
“What?” Jimin faintly asks, his mind struggling to process all the information he’s receiving. 
“Are you two out of your fucking minds?!” You come rushing in from inside the house, finally having snap out of your trance and noticing how things were escalating quickly. “You’re causing a scene.” 
Taehyung looks directly into your eyes, his expression boring and numb. “I’m actually zero concerned about other people. Perhaps that’s why I don’t seem to fit.” He shrugs, carefree. “Happy birthday. I’m done here.” 
You can’t help but scoff at his attitude. Of course, deep down you were in the right, but his tone didn’t sit well with you, making you raise your voice. “Oh, so what? You get to kiss whoever you please and I can’t?!”
“So now you’re blaming me?” Despite already having turned his back on the two, Taehyung can’t ignore your comment and turns to face you once more. His expression, though, now is an angry one. “I’m not the one who’s not able to make up my mind. I was pretty clear with you.” He pauses, yet again wetting his lips. “And you didn’t seem to bother right then if I kissed someone else or not—You didn’t seem to bother when you were making out with my best friend. So why now?! Why put the blame on me now?” 
You find yourself speechless at his outburst. Taehyung never spoke out. He would always let things slide, except for when he reached his limit. And when he did so, he could be scary. 
“Ok, I think we should stop before we say something we might regret.” Jimin chips in. 
“We already did,” Taehyung states blankly. “But it wasn’t today.” 
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” All the words he had said to you run through your head and you feel your heart beating faster. 
Taehyung sighs, fingers rubbing his temples. “It means that I don’t to wait for you and I should have never said so.” He pauses, hand returning to rest on his hips. “I told you I like you, and I mean it still… So, do you like me or not?” 
You’re at a loss for words. Your heart pounds heavily and you feel like there’s a lump in your throat. What Taehyung was implying was a lot more than a simple let’s be together or not. It put your whole friendship on the line and you were not yet ready to answer his question. You were being selfish, of course, but despite how hard you tried, not a single word came out. 
“That actually says a lot.” Taehyung nods, hurt. “I’ll get going now.” 
“Taehyung, wait, let’s talk about this.” Jimin panics, grabbing his best friend by the arm. 
“Let go!” 
Wanting nothing more than to get out of that environment, Taehyung pushes Jimin away and doesn’t dare to look. Not even when you call for him. Nor when Jimin hits the water and everyone gasps. He wanted nothing more to do you or Jimin.
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amyyythestarry · 3 months
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CHAPTER 109 OF TBHK!
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I love how Tsu’s feet is just kicked up, like always. I find it so hilarious because people are calling him fruity💀.
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Fruity a** pose.
Him and his brother, omg.
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The bestie look, the look of secret telepathy I knew I would see it from them. I really want to see it from the Yugi twins too. Like, twin telepathy, then saying stuff at the same time/doing something in sync, maybe as humans people get them mixed up or they swap for the day. I always imagine them just being silly stereotypical twins.
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Yes Teru is pissed.
Also Mirai not being able to read is funny to me.
In an au where they are alive, in my aus where they are all in the Near Shore, she just has dyslexia.
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Tsu’s smug smile, enjoying his ambiguity and unknowing-ness. Just a drama king in disguise and wants to mysteriously introduce himself.
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Mr. B**ch. Step forward.
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Jesus.
They for real called him out. Can’t even claim it’s bs.
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I didn’t realize this before, but the fact Tsukasa is surprised is really funny.
Because if you think about it, Hanako has been acting more like how he was as a human, ‘Amane’, than he is as a supernatural, as ‘Hanako’. Being embarrassed for himself.
The Amane Tsukasa knew was not perverted, and if he was then he probably kept that to himself, instead of Hanako, who outwardly acts as a perv.
“Amane, you want to do pervy stuff?” - 🫢
Tsukasa, as the very non-perverted person he is, must actually be shocked that his dear old twin brother would be and want to do such a thing. Maybe not disgusted like Teru and Akane obviously is, but since that’s not a part of Amane he know he will hold this in his memory bank. Now he knows you’re a pervert Amane. He’ll probably never let you ‘live’ this down.
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She just a little baby, she can’t even reach over the thing!
Her first time in court she was only 3 years old.
I wonder when she’ll turn back to normal?
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I love love love Akanene, I’m sorry y’all.
But c’mon, HE’S DEFENDING HER, STICKING UP FOR HER, WANTING HER TO WIN HER CASE.
Platonic or not, they are the sh**.
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In the MangaUp translation it said “Do you really think I’m a sociapath?” ( Or something like that ) He definitely is.
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Not Tsu saying he would. Everyone’s reading him like an open book, omg. 😭
Akane has nothing to say.
The way he just smiles silently, looks up to see if his fellow criminals will defend him, even a little. Not even Nene did though.
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C’mon Teru, Akane was expecting a message of love. Whatever, they’re the yaoi ever.
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Pose of innocence.
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Then rats himself out.
He can’t help his brutal honesty.
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The word ‘smithereens’ is something I don’t want to hear.
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Feed him to the owls is crazy.
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I love characters who talk in first person when addressing themselves. Doesn’t Tiara also do that?
Totally random, but Tiara and Mirai would be besties.
And Tsu smiling without concern.
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I cannot be the only one who is dissatisfied that something didn’t happen to him?
Like really, we could have seen what the Tsu of TBHK future was, we could have seen him disappear/die. And I love him with all my heart, but you cannot admit that that would not be a plot turner, or exciting to see something bad happen to him.
He just had to use that little sprinkle of hope, the power of what? F**king friendship? Loyalty to carry out his job? From thin air.
He’s still amazing though.
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Was he yelling as Amane, the caring big brother, or Hanako, the leader of the mysteries who used his twin powers to predict what Tsu was going to do and knew it was going to lead to something bad? Maybe both.
Also, is this just a general warning, or will this have consequences later?
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Signature move I guess.
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Jii-san. Says the person who doesn’t care for supernaturals, calling the supernatural that tricked and got him involved with the school mysteries, ‘grandpa’..
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Let us just hope Akane will survive the next chapter ok?
I wonder if his body is actually different from his human body though? Does he actually have gears inside of him? Or is Tsu just making assumptions.
But, wasn’t he in Clock Keeper form when he got a hole stabbed in his chest in the severance arc?
Oh god.
Whatever, I’m just gonna place my bets that Tsukasa will somehow be stopped. Probably not by Akane though, he’s the weakest school mystery and can’t even stand a chance against Teru.
Nice chapter, I was honestly expecting jail time.
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abimess · 2 years
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Itsy bitsy spider and the Scarlet Witch
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
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Summary: Life as a superhero wasn't easy. Luckily for you, you had just the right person to take care of you. [Requested]
Word count: 891 || Pronouns: she/her
Warnings: injuries, a bit angsty but overall just fluff
Okay, I won't be able to post the chapter of The Story of Us today because the week was hell and I didn't have time to finish it, so I'm sorry :/ but I’m giving you this little story instead.
Also, this is heavily inspired by the tasm scene where Gwen takes care of Peter, as the request asks, and I'm in love with this concept, I'll for sure write more Spider-Woman!Readers in the future. I hope you enjoy it!
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Being the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman wasn't easy, and it cost you a few wounds and bruises now and then. You don't really mind it, it's your job after all.
Your girlfriend, however, didn't like it one bit. And when you show up at her window, you're already psychologically preparing yourself for the lecture.
You admire for a few seconds Wanda arranging her wardrobe, her hips swaying slightly to the music playing in her bedroom. Smiling, you tap lightly on the glass.
The brunette turns toward you with a confused frown that turns into a loving smile when she sees you there, beckoning with her hand for you to come in. As you open the window, she goes back to organizing her clothes.
"You should consider entering through the lobby, you know? It would be a lot easier for everyone." She jokes, her back to you as you lean back against the window frame, a weak chuckle escaping your lips.
"And what's the fun in that?" You reply in the same tone, but speaking makes the cut in your stomach throb, and you let out a low grunt of pain.
Wanda turns to you finally, ready to give a humorous answer to your question. But with your bruise-covered face finally visible by the light of the room, and with blood staining your suit, her expression changes completely.
"Y/n!" She calls out in terror, hurrying over to you and helping you into the room. She guides you to a nearby armchair, and you sit there with a grunt of pain. "What happened?!"
"You should see the other guy." You reply with a low laugh as she helps you get rid of your suit, revealing your body covered in injuries, but her expression remains serious.
"Or rather, guys." You continue, sinking your body into the armchair tiredly. "They call themselves the Sweatshirt Mafia... or the Tracksuit Mafia. I don't really know, but they wear pajamas basically, it's ridiculous."
"Stop talking." She says seriously and you nod in confirmation as she gets up and walks to the bathroom. A few seconds later, she's back with a first aid kit.
"I can't believe you took on a mafia all by yourself, have you lost your mind? So reckless. Besides..." The brunette keeps uttering the reproaches and admonitions while tending to your injuries, but all you can do is admire her.
"You're so beautiful." You whisper after a while, a silly smile on your face, and Wanda finally stops talking, raising her eyes to your face with an expression of disbelief.
"You didn't pay attention to a single thing I said, did you?" She says annoyedly, but she has a shy smile on her lips that makes your own grow.
"Of course I did, you were showing you love me by calling me irresponsible in every possible way." You reply playfully, making her laugh softly, shaking her head in amused disapproval.
Being unable to control yourself any longer, you lean toward her slowly, bringing your hand to the side of her face.
With your eyes closed, you can only feel Wanda holding her breath when you're close enough. Before you can connect your lips, however, she lowers her face.
"No." She whispers, pulling her face away, but you continue to follow it with yours. "No?"
"No, I'm still mad." She replies, pushing you back toward the armchair. "You gonna be mad at me when I'm like this?"
"It's precisely because you're like this that I'm mad!" She snaps, her emotion-laden green eyes meeting yours in the same instant. But then she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
"Y/n, I lost everyone. I lost my parents, I lost my brother...I can't lose you too." She finishes with her voice low, her eyes filled with tears, and you feel your heart tightening in your chest.
"Hey, you won't." You assure her, but Wanda just shakes her head, keeping her eyes on the bandages while avoiding yours. You won't let that happen, though.
"You won't." You repeat, bringing both hands to her face and guiding it toward yours. When she finally looks at you, you smile softly. "I promise."
"You can't promise that." She says, her voice shaky, and you clench your jaw, knowing she's right.
"But you can promise to be more careful next time." She adds, her eyes locked on yours almost pleadingly, and you smile, nodding your head in agreement.
"I will. I swear an oath to you, Miss Maximoff." You add the second part in a playfully cordial tone, raising your hand as if in an official oath. Your attempt to make her laugh works and you smile silly as the sound fills your ears.
"You're an idiot." She jokes then, and you giggle, stroking her cheek with your thumb.
"An idiot who loves you dearly." You say, and your eyes go down to her lips when she smiles. Before you can admire the sight any longer, Wanda leans forward, finally connecting her lips to yours.
You smile against the kiss, sighing at the touch that relaxes your muscles like magic. Sooner than you'd like, however, she pulls away.
A comfortable silence envelops the two of you then, and as Wanda goes back to nursing your injuries, you go back to admiring her, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.
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That's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it! Thoughts and comments are always welcomed and appreciated! =]
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The Hope I Find In You || Chp 1
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Chapter 1: Widow file number #Y022312L
Summary: While freeing the Widows under Dreykov’s control Yelena finds a young Widow. One that reminded her so much of what it was like to grow up in an environment like that. Because of this reminder, she takes her in an attempt to let her grow in a healthier environment. Although she wouldn’t realize till it was too late that there would be more repercussions than she thought. 
Pairing: big sister!Yelena Belova x teen!fem!reader
Warnings: Nothing I know of but let me know if I should add anything. 
Word count: 797 
a/n: This is for my more on-time 1k celebration on TikTok. For future reference in the story if there’s any text that <” Looks like this.”> it just means the character is saying something in a different language, I’m just trying to have minimal google translated stuff. Also, I just want to give minor inspo credit to upat4amwiththemoon check her out she’s pretty cool. Hope you enjoy! (Reblogs are welcome but please no translating and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged.) Master list link.
Name: Y/n L/n
Place of birth: Dalyrskiy Nasleg, Russia 
DOB: December 23rd, 2002
Languages: Russian/German/English/ASL/Spanish
Identifiable markings: Bottom lip scar 
Mission qualifications: Being part of the technologically compliant and chemically subjugated program (otherwise known as TCCS) widows including Y/n are more obedient making them easier to control through the white widow framework. As any widow, Y/n is also trained in hand-to-hand combat, disguise, interrogation, espionage, infiltrating secure locations, and hacking encrypted computer systems. 
Notes: When conscious/aware Y/n has shown emotional processing difficulties. The TCCS program limits her emotions but when at full access to them there is less control. Before being put into the program she had gone into a blind rage attacking and killing 4 dormitory guards in an attempt to escape the facility she resided in at the time. If we were able to control this anger it could be useful in the future. I do worry though, that with her being under excessive control with this program she has not had the chance to learn how to control her emotions on her own. This could have devastating drawbacks in the future. Future updates will be made on the program when necessary. 
-Melina Vostokoff
A crappy hotel on Vul. Oleksandra Nevsʹkoho, Ukraine 2018
Yelena sat there stunned at the file. So many thoughts were rushing through her all at once. While the red room was gone and done for so many widows were out there, so many young widows. This was the youngest widow she was on a mission to rescue that was still doing things against her will. Sixteen, sixteen, and on her own doing god knows what to survive. What was worse to her was the fact that Melina knew about this. “Yelena” Nina called “Yelena!” Yelena snapped out of her thoughts finally. “Yes? Sorry.” 
“Annika was on patrol and she spotted the girl. We need to leave, like right now.” Yelena got up in rush readying herself. She looked over to Nina reminding her “Make sure to turn your spider bites to stun. She’s a kid we’re not trying to kill her.” Nina rolled her eyes opening the door to leave “You underestimate her Yelena, you read her file. She’s dangerous.” 
“Stun mode Nina.” 
“Fine, but if you get hurt I won’t be the one to patch you up.” 
Misʹkyy Park
Noticing what the location was Yelena immediately questioned Annika on coms “What is she doing at a park of all places? Seems very public to pull something off.”  
“I intercepted a message she received from an anonymous employer. It’s a supply pick-up, you can’t get a job without identification.” 
“Everyone be quiet.” Nina said sternly “I see her, I’m moving in.” 
Y/n heard the stern comment in the background and looked behind her to see the widow walking closer. After spotting two more she took off running through the trees in the park. “Дерьмо, she’s running I’ll go after her. Nina, you make sure the people stay out of the way. Annika, I want you to try and chase her towards me so I can stun her.” Yelena typical volunteered to gas the widows, she was better at comforting them after. 
As Annika chased after Y/n her com when off for a second. “Annika? Annika? Do you copy?” Yelena was never comfortable when someone turned off their coms on a mission. Luckily she was reassured “Ow, Yeah- yeah I copy. The little shit shot me with her spider bites, they’re on stun either.” Yelena wanted to be gentle on this mission but it didn’t seem like that was an option anymore. “Okay, change of plans. Nina, you get Annika back to the hotel I’ll meet you both back there with the kid.” Even on mission Yelena always wanted to make sure the ones around her were okay. It was a better change of pace from the red room where they would have you prioritize the mission over the people with you. 
As Y/n climbed up a fence that separated the park from the street Yelena took the chance to get her shooting her with her spider bites on the highest stun setting. As she was shot she fell to the ground back first with the duffle she was carrying barely breaking her fall. Finally catching up to Y/n Yelena pinned her down gassing her with the red dust. <” You shouldn’t have done that.”>  Y/n managed to get those few words in Russian out while gasping for air after being shot. “You were running you left me no choice.” 
Y/n managed to push Yelena off her still wincing in pain “No not that. Thank you for that. But, my employers will not be happy with you.”
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Papa iii x male reader
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Hey, everyone, I haven't posted in a while because I've been busy with school, and I've had major writers' block. so here is a little bit of angst to fluff stuff with Terzo. I really hope you enjoy there's some Italian in here and so there's translations at the bottom if you care.
words-1104
rating-pg 13
warnings- none really, I guess talk of attempted murder.
People who identify as women dni unless you want to be blocked this is an mlm blog for mlm and bi men
The flashing and the loud tune of monstrance clock rang through your ears as you watched your love Terzo perform a small smile found itself on your face, a sense of pride for the man you love. That sense would soon disappear and turn to confusion as two security guards slowly walked past you and approached him on stage promptly ending his song as you screamed for them to stop. The ghouls slowly watched as their papa got dragged off stage unaware of what was to come next. “Basta! Per favore lascia lui!” you continue as you run across the stage to stop them uncaring if you embarrass yourself all you cared about was saving Terzo. As you step to the other side of the stage to see the horrifying sight before your eyes, Terzo's head being placed between the small entrance of a guillotine, Nihil standing on the side looking slightly remorseful for what is going to happen. “Terzo mi amore” you cry yelling as you grasp his face in between your hands whipping away any stray tears along with parts of his make up. “Nihil che cazzo è questo?" you yell turning away from Terzo to stare into Nihil’s eyes “it has to be done, my youngest son is simply outgrowing the role of papa and we have a new prodigy.” he explains to you “he doesn’t have to die though” you plead with him hot tears spilling from your eyes in the process. “It is what sister wants, and what she wants ,” he says, looking down at his feet to avoid making eye contact with you or his son. “Well stop this and let me talk to her please” you beg still holding Terzo in your arms. “I’m sorry but she ordered it and I don’t think you’ll be able to reason with her.” he states now looking into your tear ridden eyes. “Let me try please for me, and for your son”. Your last attempt to reason with him seems to work as he orders the men to release Terzo from the guillotine pulling him to his feet and shoving him in your direction which leads you to promptly catch him in your arms bringing him in a tight embrace. “Grazie papa Nihil” you cry as you kiss Terzo’s face out of joy for your love has been spared. 
(At the ministry)
The second you arrived home you approached sister imperators office to reason with her about killing Terzo and the other papa’s. You reach the large wood door with her name inscribed with gold on it. You grasped the equally large door knocker letting it fall 3 times before hearing a soft yet annoyed “come in”. You enter the room embellished with gold and red details walking to her desk before sitting down. “Ah y/n what brings you here” she says with a smile. “I saw what happened to Terzo last night” you said with a bitterness in your voice “oh yes Nihil mentioned you wanted to talk to me about that” she replied her smile slowly fading as you were ready to unleash hell upon her “Why would you even think about murdering your son in such a cruel way?” you question as the memory of last night continues to play throughout your mind. “Nihil must have told you it had to be done due to our new cardinal” she replies and she stares at your eyes noticing that you’re about to begin crying again. “He does not have to be killed for a new member. I can't believe you even thought about killing him and almost went through with it.” you are practically yelling at her now. “Almost.” she replied shortly confused as to what you meant “yeah he is lucky I followed and Nihil let me save him”. You cry once again, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your cassock. “Quello fottutamente idiota” she whispered under her breath while pinching her nose bridge. “He was supposed to die last night, why did you interfere?” she questions a look of anger forming on her face. “You would think for one second I wouldn’t try to save my husband from death, I would do anything for him even if it meant my own life” you yell standing up to seem intimidating. “y/n everything works a certain way, and death is a thing that happens everyday whether it be murder or natural causes you have to realize that.” she explains calmly. “I understand the concept of death but the fact that you would be so shallow to sacrifice your youngest son for the fate of the band is frankly selfish.” you argue not being able to hold in your frustration anymore. “You’re lucky that you’re my son in law because although I am upset about the circumstances I will keep Terzo alive. But if you so much as ruin another one of the plans for the band I will not hesitate to put Terzo back into that guillotine and make things final” she compromised with a sigh. “Grazie mille sister you don’t understand how much this means to me” you say with tears streaming down your face this time they're happy tears though because you know this means Terzo has more time to live and be happy with you even if he isn’t a part of the band anymore. She dismisses you with a wave as she continues to work on her endless amount of paperwork. You dash out of the office straight into Terzo and your shared room seeing him without makeup and in a cozy purple robe. “I did it!” you yell as you run into his arms prompting him to catch you with a small falter in his step. “Cosa? amore rallenti” he says a look of confusion forming upon his face as you slowly pull out of his tight grasp to look at him. “Imperator, I reasoned with her you and your brothers are going to be okay.” you say with a smile. He processed your words for a second before smiling and bringing you in tighter, pressing small kisses into your hair and whispering thank yous. “Ti amo cosi tanto” you say, pressing a kiss on his lips.  “Ti amo anch’io” he responds before pressing another soft kiss upon your lips. - the end
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Basta! Per favore lascia(stop leave him)
Nihil che cazzo è questo?(Nihil what the fuck is this?)
Quello fottutamente idiota(that fucking idiot)
Cosa? amore rallenti(what? Love slow down)
Ti amo così tanto(I love you so much)
Ti amo anch’io(I love you too)
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tvdsure · 2 years
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do you want me to get you... a beer?
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very very very random scenarios. aaaa i’ve never written a hc before (and i’m not even sure this is one) but i really like this. also these are random, like they don’t focus on one thing although i believe i wrote them with ‘jealousy’ in mind? i’m not sure but they’re just entertaining to read.
!sfw!   i am so so sorry i just don't feel comfortable with writing anything nsfw, and i know that that’s what most people want/ expect but i genuinely can not do it. i have a lot of problems irl with sexual activities and writing about them is such a trigger for me, i just cant do it. i try to be very open so you might find some suggestive content (i think it levi’s bit) but that’s about all i can do - suggestiveness. i’m sorry but i hope you enjoy this either way :)
includes : levi, armin, eren (im so tired i couldn’t do anymore)
warnings: none. 
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also i wrote this with modern in mind for both eren and armin but levi’s is based on him being a captain so... yeah i dont even know how i made that mistake.
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eren  i live, die and breath man bun eren, very obviously, and i’ve got to say, as a significant other he’s very rough with you. i'm not just talking sexually, but most of the time he would be stubborn, hold out a fight, length it out, all that. he’s just not scared to be very mean about his words– which doesn't translate to him not caring about your feelings, he just likes to voice his opinion when he feels it is necessary and won't try to sugar coat it. i know the whole jean–eren rivalry thing and you being in the middle of it cause you’re with eren then jean also likes her– read these stories (and wrote them) more times than i can count, but i overall think that eren would be very mature about it. he’d voice his thoughts at home (about how touchy and flirty jean was) but outside, he's really respectful and would never question your decisions or make you feel bad about them. 
but then he’s also eren, so one day he’ll just break and while x is being flirty with you, for the nth time that night, eren will come in, place an innocent hand on your thigh before kissing your head and facing both of you. “what are we talking about?” 
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levi  he’s so cute i swear, and he’s just awkward with kids. like you bring him to see your baby sister and he’s a mess. she’s feisty - of course- and starts asking him questions like, “why are you with my sister? what do you work as? are you and my sister having a baby?” you aren’t but levi’s blushing cheeks make everyone else thinks that’s an unofficial announcement. and then you guys are going to bed (still at your moms house) and he’s like ”i’m grabbing a water” at 10 so supposedly no ones awake. but of course your demon spawned sister is awake and on her ipad, scrutinizing levi and he’s just sitting there, filing the water bottle from the cooler like... “do you want me to get you.. like a beer?” you heard it and laugh hysterically all the from your room.
okay jealous levi though. he’d have steam coming out of his ears when he’s jealous. hands down. he will not be able to physically take someone flirting with you. let’s just pretend someone doesn't know you’re levi’s significant other (very unlikely because ever breathing soul within the wall is aware) and flirts with you. he’s on levi’s death list. This man is getting more laps then he could count  and will probably be going against in practice training thing. at an event we’ll say this man walks up to you, hands you a drink and asks about your night and how you’re feeling. levi’s trying to calm himself at that point and decides to stay collected so he doesn’t seem childish, he’s still his superior so. you guys talk, failing to see the flirty way the man was handling the conversation and levi quickly steps in.
“y/n. I need to talk to you about the shitty paper work you just sent me. now.” you’re clearly confused because you’ve never – ever – sent faulty paperwork.
“are you sure i made a mistake?”
“now.” you quickly oblige and he nods at the man who was standing in front of you. he's just too polite to say anything but once you’re in his office alone…
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armin  he is very trusting so he doesn't get jealous easily, not at all, in fact, once a man was very flirty, the man tried to ask for your number and armin was sitting next to a wide eyed eren like 'just watch'. you turned down the man once, then twice then you hit him so hard he passed out (i won't lie even eren thought that was hot) afterwards some of the man's friends came over to you and that’s when armin stepped in. it wasn't a fight or anything, but he saw how intimidated you were with a group of men approaching you so he ran over to you with eren and took you home. if its more of a friend flirting with you– like someone he knows– he’d be a little insecure, maybe think you’d leave him for them but these insecurities would stay less than a minute and he never tells you about it (poor armin got bullied about oversharing/ insecurities so much he just doesn't like talking anymore).
also im thinking of this every single minute it is literally killing me- armin spoiling you is life. you’re just hanging out with your friends after you’re lecture and then armin calls you, asking you where you are and stuff and you’re casually like “i’m getting my nails done right now, the pretty pink colour you wanted me to get.” you guys talk for a few more minutes and once the call ends you get a message that $250 just got transferred into your account so now you’re just like...armin, baby, even if you wanted to pay for my nails they’re like $35 what’s up with the parade? and its just so cute when you call him and he says “i wanted you to treat yourself” ugh i’m dying over here.
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Hi, I saw that you’re accepting Doctor Who requests, so I was thinking, a Tenth Doctor x reader story, with prompt #12 from the prompt list. Like, the reader is scared while in who knows what situation with the Doctor and he offers to hold their hand, or they ask him to.
Thanks ❤️❤️
Guys I am SO sorry I have not posted sooner I have just been simply exhausted and sick lately so I hope you guys enjoy this! I’m also on break currently so hopefully I’ll be able to churn out some more oneshots.
10th Doctor x G/N Reader
TW: Drugs in drink, creepy dude
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The day had started out fine. Perfect, actually. He had taken you to the Isles of Autorris Neondner, for ‘no reason in particular,’ he claimed, and that their main city being made completely out of your favorite crystal had ‘absolutely nothing to do with it.’ 
The city itself looked just like you imagined The Emerald City would look, but less harmful to the eyes and more modern. You had explored almost anything and everything you could, very unprepared for the amount of stairs there were, although the view each time made the long walk worth it. 
For your final destination of the day, the Doctor had taken you into the largest tower sitting in the center of the city. It was filled with all kinds of crystal art, and ballrooms, with the finest restaurant in the universe at the very top. 
The domed ceiling was made of diamond, and the setting suns filtered through it casting lovely rainbows all over you and the Doctor.
Just as the two of you sat down, purple fizzing drinks in what appeared to be wine glasses were set in front of you, along with a few other appetizers that seemed to be unfamiliar even to the Doctor. 
He pointed his screwdriver at each item, and gave it a quick flash.
“The drinks,” he read off, “are non-alcoholic, not carbonated even though they look it, and are made out of a purple flower called a wiflutter.”
He took a small sip and thought for a minute.
“It’s rather sweet, although it tastes quite bitter when you first try it. Here, it’s harmless.” He pushes your drink to you and you take a cautious sip.
You make a slight face that disappears almost immediately as the bitterness leaves when you swallow. 
“Ooh, I like that!” you say excitedly. The Doctor gives you a grin and takes another sip himself, ad begins to try some of the appetizers they set in front of you. 
As you watched the suns set out of the windows near you, a fanfare from the orchestra caught the Doctor’s attention. 
“Y/N, take a look at this,” he prodded your shoulder. “It’s the prince!”
“They have a prince?”
“Well, not a prince exactly, but it’s the closest translation into your language,” he said. “He is currently the only heir, and his name is.... Ah! Prince Anderaephim.”
He appeared in the middle of the dancing area, said a few words, and invited everyone to go dance. He had very light blue skin, very dark red hair, and yellow eyes. His suit was the same color as the tower, and was covered head to toe in diamond jewelry. He left the center of the room and the orchestra began their charming melody once again.
“Care to dance Y/N?” the Doctor extended his hand.
“Of course,” you smiled in return, he tugged you over to the floor.
As you swayed to the lovely sounds, you could feel someone’s eyes boring into your head, although you tried not to let it ruin your perfect time with the Doctor.
Right as the Doctor lifted you back up from a dip as the music flourished, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“Excuse me, I realize that we hardly know each other, but ever since I laid my eyes on you I haven’t been able to look away from your ravishing features.”
You stared back at the prince in disbelief, partly because you could hardly believe this was real, but also due to the fact you could just now see all four of his eyes, all a piercing yellow that made you far too uncomfortable.
“Oh, um, thank you,” you said awkwardly. 
“Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” he bowed.
“That’s, uh, a very kind offer, but I’m not one for dancing,” you tried to lie.
“Oh nonsense, you danced marvelously with your friend here, let me have that experience too,” he pried.
You glanced over at the Doctor, who kept staring at the young prince, but gave a reluctant nod anyway.
“Alright...” you mumbled.
As you were pulled away from the Doctor, he gave you a look that said you wouldn’t get hurt with him there. 
You heard the music start as the prince spun you around again and again, you weren’t really listening to what he was saying; you felt dizzy and wanted to stop spinning and the way Anderaephim’s eyes were glowing made it hard to see. 
The Doctor was glaring at the prince, upset he couldn’t do anything. However when he saw the blue alien guide you off somewhere alone, that’s what he snapped. 
“What do you think you’re doing?!” he yelled.
“Finding a spouse, clearly!” the prince returned.
“You can’t have them!!!” 
The Doctor didn’t like to be violent but he was especially protective over you. So throwing a punch at the prince was frankly no surprise. The Doctor ripped you away from him and ran as silver blood ran from his nose.
“GUARDS!!! SEIZE THEM!!!”
You still couldn’t make out everything around you, and could barely tell the Doctor was even by your side. 
He pulled you into a corner for a moment to calm you down. 
He whipped out his sonic screwdriver and you squinted from the blue glare. He looked at it and back at you frantically.
“Oh love I am so sorry. I’m so so so sorry please forgive me,” he begged, pulling you into a hug. 
“What’s happening?... Doctor I don’t quite understand...” you mumbled.
“Remember the drinks we had earlier? The flowers they’re made of have a drugging effect, but strictly on humans. I’m assuming they tried to drug me too but it didn’t work. Ugh! Why didn’t I see it before?!”
He quickly shut up when the stomps of guards came by, and looked down at your cowering figure. He felt awful. It was bad enough you had to run from these guards, but you couldn’t even trust your own surroundings because of what that monster gave you.
“Hold my hand?” he asked, his eyes pleading forgiveness. 
“Always,” you replied, starting to feel slightly better. 
You managed to make it back to the TARDIS in one piece, for better or worse. As you slammed the doors and sunk into a chair nearby, the Doctor came up and grabbed your hand again. 
“Y/N I’m so sorry this is my fault I should’ve been more careful if I had only seen it sooner none of that would’ve happened and I-”
“Doctor!”
He stopped rambling and met you with his warm brown eyes, swimming with regret.
“Doctor it’s okay, I’m alright now aren’t I? I’m here with you, and whatever side effects that drug had will wear off I’m sure. I’ll always be here, as long as I’m with you.” 
You cupped his cheek and he melted at your touch, relaxing for the first time in what felt like centuries. He reached out and clung to you like never before, planting a soft kiss on the side of your temple.
“Alright...”
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[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Main Story Chapter 1-1 Translation 
*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Video segment under cut as well *Main story tag will be #Main Starlight
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???: You still have that dreamy look on your face.
???: Did you enjoy today’s concert?
???: You want to be a part of something like that someday?
???: Sure, I don’t see why not.
???: How about we make the best orchestra in the world?
???: Hey, wake up.
???: Wakey-wakey.
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???: Good morning. Classes are over for the day.
⊳ Choice: Huh? What about the best orchestra in the world?
Sakuya: Looks like you’re still half-asleep.
⊳ Choice: 5 more minutes…
Sakuya: Are you planning on sleeping here till the morning after?
Sakuya: I really admire how you can just drop off to sleep like that. You haven’t submitted your career guidance form yet, right?
Sakuya: I was just gonna ask you to hand it in ASAP, but… it doesn’t look like you’ve filled it in any way. I mean, look at you. You fell asleep while reading a magazine.
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Sakuya: *sigh* If you’re worrying about whether or not you drooled in your sleep, maybe you should stop sleeping out in the open like this. You’re reading about Tsukishiro Kei again? I don’t know how you aren’t bored of it yet.
⊳ Choice: It really brings me back… / I won’t ever forget that…
Sakuya: Yes, I’ve already heard that conversation many times over. You fell in love with his music ever since you heard him play back as a kid, right? The music of Tsukishiro Kei’s violin.
Sakuya: But it doesn’t matter how much you adore him, he’s still someone a world apart from us.
Sakuya: Didn’t the orchestra that you joined during middle school end up disbanding?
Sakuya: There’s no way I can ever forget what happened… Especially not when something like that happened on the day the results were announced…
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Sakuya: A pass, huh… Well, I suppose that sounds about right.
Sakuya: —Hm?
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Sakuya: …Ah…
Sakuya: ……
Sakuya: Hey, wa-wait a minute! Why are you using my scarf to wipe your tears away!?
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Sakuya: *sigh* I was truly unfortunate to have been the one standing beside you back then…
Sakuya: I never thought that I’d end up keeping an eye out for you ever since we enrolled…
The day we were rejected from music education and ended up being sorted into general education.
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⊳ Choice: Sorry for troubling you…
Sakuya: Well, I’ve already accepted my fate.
⊳ Choice: You weren’t exactly keeping an eye out for me.
Sakuya: And what do I have to thank for that? Your non-existent self-awareness.
⊳ Choice: Why makes you say that?
Sakuya: Don’t you remember? Everyone around us was chattering about how I was the one who made you cry.
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Sakuya: You fell sick with a fever during the period where the exams for the music ed department took place, not to mention how the orchestra you were part of disbanded…
Sakuya: You weren’t able to give the exam your best shot. Maybe it was because of the string of unlucky incidents you’d experienced before that, but it might also be fate.
Sakuya: Because even if you did get into the music ed department, there’s still no guarantee that you’ll be able to join the Orchestra Club…
—Wait, the Orchestra Club!?
⊳ Choice: Hang on, what time is it now!?
Sakuya: Now? 3.40 PM, wh-
Sakuya: You’re participating in the Orchestra Club’s entry test? So that’s why you stayed up all night just to practise and… Wait, but doesn’t that mean- Hey, (L/N)!
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Music Ed Guy: *sigh* There are so many people hoping to join the Club… Then again, this IS Seiso Academy’s Orchestra Club, so that does make sense.
There was a line of hopeful prospects queuing outside the Music Room, awaiting their turn for the entry test.
⊳ Choice: Now I’m nervous… / I just have to treat it like normal practice!
Music Ed Girl 1: …Hey… Isn’t that girl… that uniform… Isn’t that general ed’s?
Music Ed Girl 2: Ehh? Why’d she come here? And she’s a 2nd year, judging from the colour of her tie. She’s not even a freshman.
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???: Hey, you lot! We’re in the middle of a test, so quit yammering.
???: Next, please.
⊳ Choice: Okay! / I’ll give it my best!
Hayate: What? Aren’t you… a general ed student?
Hayate: Are you the same student that came last year? I believe I’d already told you back then…
Hayate: Look, you can see for yourself. We’re currently swamped with freshmen who’re applying for the club. After all, we’re one of the usual few schools to end up entering the National Concours.
Hayate: The chances of entering the Club even as a music ed student are slim enough. What makes you think we’ll even consider people from general ed?
Hayate: Stop joking around and go home. If you want to play the violin, then do so in front of the park or the station.
Hayate: Next person, please.
⊳ Choice: 1 minute! Just 1 minute!
Hayate: No.
⊳ Choice: I can go last! 
Hayate: How persistent. It doesn’t matter whether you go now or later.
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Hayate: Wha-what? Don’t grab at my sleeve!
Hayate: You won’t lose to their passion? Who cares!? I’m telling you that we don’t need people like you here!
Music Ed Girl 1: Yikes… Poor thing…
Music Ed Girl 2: Nothing they can do about it. I heard that there used to be an Orchestra Club for general ed students.
Music Ed Girl 2: But they’d suddenly decided that exams were more important and disbanded right before the Concours.
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Music Ed Girl 1: I hope they somehow win the Concours this time.
Music Ed Guy 1: I heard that they’re going to have a joint concert with the students from Yokohama Amane Gakuen High School.
Music Ed Girl 2: Looks like I’ll have to get a new dress so that I’m prepared if I’m ever called up to stage as a guest.
Music Ed Girl 3: Who knows? I might even get into a violin romance with someone…
Music Ed Girl 4: Isn’t that one of this school’s 7 mysteries? The one where the Fata, the fairies of music, tie your fate with someone who also plays?
Music Ed Guy 2: I’m gonna be late for Ogura-sensei’s class! And my analysis isn’t done either! 
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Sakuya: ……
⊳ Choice: Were you waiting for me?
Sakuya: It’s not like I was waiting for you or anything…
Sakuya: I just went to submit the career guidance forms I collected, and we just happened to get out at the same time.
Sakuya: ……
⊳ Choice: I didn’t even get to play…
Sakuya: I see… I mean, at least you tried, right?
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Sakuya: You look so much worse for the wear. Come on, let’s head back.
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Next Part: (Chapter 1-2)
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maboroshi-no · 2 years
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I’ve definitely been enjoying your summaries! I was expecting to wait a really long time for Nicol’s when you started doing these, so I’m glad you decided to do his second. I know he’s always criticized for being too passive and doesn’t get much screen time in canon, but I’ve always liked seeing Nicol’s internal struggles of wanting to be with Katarina vs standing aside for his friend. It’s very kind of Nicol to actually be considerate of someone else’s feelings since most of the harem all just ignore the “fiancé” thing and pursue Katarina like she’s fair game.
Nicol’s route definitely has been giving him the attention he deserves, like the way he’s been show to use his wind magic has been so cool (that wind shield scene was so badass!!) I loved Nicol sympathizing with Katarina when it came to no one trusting her judgement on Rozy, to the point he took her side. But I think the best part I’ve seen so far is when Katarina gets thrown overboard and Nicol goes after her, she could’ve died but he was able to give her air with his magic! Ngl what I’m interested to find out in the rest of his route is why Katarina falls for him, like when/if she realizes she fell for him. I probably can list a dozen or so reasons as to why I love Nicol and am a big fan of his, so I hope I can see Katarina’s.
Anyways, thank you sooooo much for doing summaries for Nicol’s route! I can wait as long as needed until you finish, I’m used to waiting long periods of time to even get crumbs of new content of my boy. But that one cliffhanger of Katarina hearing sobbing and being held (I’m assuming by Nicol) before her consciousness fades gave me major pain T-T
Thanks a lot for taking the time to write this long message @princessofdawn718 T_T.
I am really glad you have been enjoying this summary! Like I said, I am taking so long to write each chapter that I wonder if people are still waiting. But I since I am indeed translating each line before writing a summary, well it can't be helped. I don't want to leave any details out.
Yes, Nicol could show off a lot in this game. He is always the one everyone relies on, and his magic is so versatile that he can always help out for something. Though, this game revealed to me how calculating Nicol is. While he doesn't fully trust Rozy, he doesn't mind "using him" . And yes, the scene where he saves Katarina from drowning is really good! It is one of the most beautiful scene of the game! Though, regarding this scene, it may not be clear because it was told in Katarina's POV while she was out of it, but while Nicol is indeed the one who has been desperatly holding on to her while they were drifting away, the one sobbing in this scene is actually OG!Katarina inside her (though it is only revealed later).
The drowning scene is the turning point of Nicol's route, so Katarina and Nicol's relationship will develop from this moment on ^^.
Sorry, about the little spoiler, but that scene where Nicol notices Katarina is still wearing the necklace he gave her for her 15th birthday...  I was as emotional as Nicol... T_T
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Not Easily Conquered by dropdeaddream & WhatAreFears
"I won't be in the history books; that's for you. But I loved you first. As long as they get that right, I don't care what they say."
Year Read: 2022
Rating: 5/5
About: In 1945, Bucky Barnes falls from a train in the Alps, the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country. Later that same year, Steve Rogers jumps from a plane and swims to shore in freezing waters. In 1947, he marries Peggy Carter. In 1966, thirteen love letters written by Bucky Barnes are discovered and sensationalized, and Steve's marriage fractures. Decades later, separated from his wife, he discovers the identity of the Winter Soldier. Canon-typical triggers, including: death/character death, torture, blood/gore, severe injury, brain-washing, war, captivity, guns, violence, needles, homophobia, racism, grief. You can read it on AO3.
Thoughts: Sometimes I read a novel that's so well-crafted and so beautifully written that I think no matter how good I get at this, I will never be able to write something this good. I've long thought that a lot of fanfiction is better than some published novels, but this is the first time I've ever had that feeling about a fic. No matter how good I get at writing, I'll never be able to write something this beautiful, and that's okay because dropdeaddream & WhatAreFears have already done it. Agree or disagree with the ships or the plot choices, I think everyone can agree that the writing in Not Easily Conquered is poetic and heartfelt, and it has hands down some of the best quotes about love I've ever read in my life. Since AO3 still won't let me underline things, I kept a list in my notes of all my favorite lines that ended up being over two pages. I wrote them on my whiteboard, sent them to my Marvel partner in suffering; people translate this fic into other languages and get these words tattooed on their bodies--that's how beautiful they are. Whatever Ellen and Emily are up to these days, I hope they're still writing. 10/10 would buy your novels. 💛
The story is ambitiously plotted and spans a number of decades, following Steve through the discovery of Bucky's love letters in the sixties through the Vietnam War to his learning that Bucky is the Winter Soldier and moving up the timeline on CA:TWS a bit. I really enjoyed this alternate imagining of a Steve who did get to go home after the war, marry his best girl, and have a life, and... it goes about the way anyone with a clear understanding of Steve's character imagines it would. (Sorry, I got distracted giving that Endgame Steve pod person the evil eye). He might not fit into the twenty-first century, but he didn't fit that well in his own time either, and it's hard to watch a character I love flounder so hard in a world that doesn't seem to have a place for him anymore. He's so lost for so much of the story.
I'm a Stucky shipper from way back, so The Thirteen Letters was easily my favorite section in the trilogy. Bucky's voice is perfectly captured, and there's enough pining and angst in there to fuel a fandom for decades. It's also so much fun to get a closer look at the Howling Commandos in that section; Jim Morita is a prince, and you can't change my mind. Peggy is more difficult to pin down, given that she does a lot of questionable things in this story (and in the MCU, if we’re being honest), but I enjoy her complicated characterization. I can see it being a problem for Steggy antis though because there is a lot of Steggy in this fic. I'm not personally a fan, but I think it works for the purposes of the story, and I'm in love with their daughter, Katherine. I also loved Natasha's characterization and the creative ways other characters like Tony Stark and Nick Fury are worked into the plot. In the ice for seventy years or not, some people are just meant to be in the same story. I blew through it in about two days, and the only thing I wanted to do when I finished was start it over again immediately.
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namodawrites · 2 years
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Hello! I'm sorry to be writing in the asks, but I don't know how else I'd be able to stay anonymous (definitely not searched the word up on Google translate). I wanted to write to you sooner, but I decided to wait until the fic was out so I wouldn't have to fill your asks two times. I'm the anon who requested the Uzui x reader scenario, and I'd also like you to know that I'm in tears right now ಥ‿ಥ
First, I wanted to thank you for all your kind words in that post you made some time ago about my message. I absolutely did not expect that and it almost made me cry. You're literally so sweet, and when I tell you that post didn't make my day but my whole week, I'm not lying. I spent, and trust me I'm not exaggerating it by one bit, one hour giggling like an idiot with the biggest smile on my face, and I've re-read your message so many times I lost count.
I hope I'm not sounding like some kind of narcissist, it's just that you're so kind, and it was one of the nicest things everyone had ever said to me! I seriously can't thank you enough, I- I'll gladly take that kiss and give you one back (if you want to ofc).
I have to cut short on this first part because otherwise it's going to turn into a whole essay but I could spend a day thanking you and it still wouldn't be enough.
Ok. The fic. I. Am (was, actually, I stopped while writing this). Crying. It's amazing! It's beautiful, magnificent, astonishing, stunning, breathtaking, awesome, and every other synonyms I couldn't find.
It's what I wished for and even more, because not only you have an incredible writing that is able to enchant and involve the reader, but you also managed to write exactly what I needed to read, even tho my request wasn't that specific (for that, I hope it didn't give you trouble while writing it). Your representation of Uzui is simply stunning: as always, you were able to keep his personality just like in canon, and honestly I'm just so happy! When Uzui told the Reader that he saw them as family I legit started crying and WHEN THEY HUGGED- my poor heart can't take it, plz Uzui be my dad😭
Thank you. Thank you, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you! Thank you x 1000 and even more! Thank you for considering my request, thank you for answering with such kind words, thank you for taking time for writing it, and thank you for the wonderful piece of fiction you gifted me- I love you so much!
My admiration for you is growing day by day; you're kind, talented and considerate, so don't ever stop being you.
Now that the asks are closed I wish you all the best and for all your dreams and goals to be accomplished.
Good luck with everything, and as always, remember to take care of yourself!
I'll definitely come back again for events! Ily, and here's a big hug from me (if you want to) <3
I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable by being so cheesy, I get carried away sometimes ŏ﹏ŏ
Thank you again, and have a great day/night!
(Now excuse me, I'm going to re-read the Uzui scenario until I pass out)
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ANON AAAAAAAAAA PLEASE 😭😭 pls don’t apologize for anything omg i was so so happy to write your request and i’m SO happy and thrilled that it was worth the wait and i cannot thank you enough for both your patience and your kindness klfjhsdlfds you deserve so much kindness and i’m so so thrilled to hear that you enjoyed the fic!!!! oh my gosh please you are so sweet and i truly hope you come back for events it will always be a pleasure to hear from you!! 
i have to thank you again for sending in that uzui request because i had so much fun writing it!! i hope it will continue to provide comfort and happiness for you in the future 💖💖 i always try to keep characters, well, in character lol, and i feel like post canon uzui would love to have children with his wives, and writing him as both a father figure and a mentor was such a good experience (and i also maybe cried a little and i literally wrote it 😭) i just know he would be a fun dad lmao the kind of dad that’s fun and loves you very much, him and his wives would make such good parents. 
your message has made my day it made me so happy i am truly humbled by your kindness and support!!! pls don’t feel limited to events, too, my inbox is open for chatting as well!! i will accept both your hug and kiss and return them in kind 💖😚
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