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jinsoulloves · 4 months

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guitar player! karma x reader

being surprised by his lover by showing up to his performance, and having you watch him live for the first time was something karma never knew he needed to see, until now.

fluff, karma x reader, opposite attracts type relationship(readers style/aesthetic isn’t rlly specified though), use of nickname ‘love’, oneshot, like 3 seconds of angst at the start

they seemed a little more giggly than normal today. and, he couldn’t lie, their eagerness for him to leave the house and go to meet with his bandmates put him on edge. usually they were both making lame excuses for him to stay a few minutes longer, which usually ended up in karma being 30 minutes late to his pre-show practice.

“yo, man.” the drummer of the band, as usual, was on karma’s heels about the schedule again. “10 minutes till showtime, this might be our biggest show yet!” his cheeky grin clashed with karma’s fatigued frown. it was always nice to have an audience, but his mind was set on his own personal issues at home.

that was until he received a text.

[name]

do good at your show! don’t stay later than you have to :)

it was reassuring in its own, odd way.

they were practically suffocating in the large venue. it was like highschool graduation all over, but with strangers who looked like they came straight from an ally. there were a few decent, friendly looking people, but being somewhere like this for the first time, everyone looks like they want kill you.

[name] stayed in the back of the crowd, somewhere less empty yet they were still noticeable, as if they didn’t stick out like a sore thumb already. the lady at the entrance practically spit out her drink when they enthusiastically walked into the venue. of course, she greeted them like anyone else, but the confusion was clearly evident.

the lights started to dim, the features of the strangers in front of [name] being lost in the darkness. the chatter faded away and suddenly they felt like the only person in the room.

their heart almost stopped when the crowd screamed as the band entered. [name] had listened to a few songs, but it was basically the bare minimum of what their real fans probably listened to. karma had clearly stated he didn’t listen to his own songs unless he had to, since it was basically all he heard all day, but that they were free to enjoy them as the pleased.

the song was one they didn’t recognize. wether that added or hindered the butterflies. the lump in their throat grew. the way the 4 members were set out, you could easily stare bullets into your favorite, and [name] couldn’t help but fall victim to this practice.

the music blared, louder than you had anticipated it to be. something about seeing him play it live rather than listening to it on your phone was different. they couldn’t help but smile giddily as karma’s eyes ran along the crowd. the room was cramped, which was why everyone was struggling to not be pushed into each-other, like the the crappy pb and j someone makes when there in a rush.

when his eyes met yours, it was like the world stopped. if they felt like the only person in the room before, now they felt like the only person on the planet.

karma’s eyes were locked on [names] while his guitar pick unconsciously stuck against his guitar. both their smiles grew wider as he forced himself to strip his eyes away from them. he played more enthusiastically, more harshly. and he kept finding himself glancing over back at them, to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating their presence.

[name] stood outside of the venue eagerly, scrolling mindlessly through the videos and photos they took when karma was playing, which was basically the whole time. they knew they would probably have to go back and delete about half of them later so their storage didn’t kill them, but they savored the moment before it slipped away.

what seemed to be here to stay was the warm embrace of karma’s arm wrapping around their shoulders in a soft form of saying hello.

“i didn’t know you were going to show up today. hell, i didn’t think you’d show up at all.”

they pinched his arm.

“that makes me feel like you’ve been waiting forever for me to finally waddle over here.”

“maybe i have. maybe i haven’t. just wish you would’ve told me, i could’ve gotten you backstage, so you didn’t have to fight the crowd.”

his usual cheshire smile shone through again. the two walked back towards home, [names] ears ringing from the sudden loudness of the music.

“that would’ve ruined the surprise!” karma just rolled his eyes childly, planting a kiss or two onto their head as they walked. “it was more a surprise for you rather me, love-

,your jaw was literally on the floor the whole time. doesn’t take a pro to see.”

[name] just sighed, waiting silently in their momentary defeat of a surprise. he saw this and chucked, swooping in with his worn out voice.

“you should come more often, love. i’m sure the band would love you, and you seem to like the music.” he suggested eagerly, hiding it with his overused voice and tired eyes.

[name] grasped at the hand hanging loosely from their shoulder and smiled. it was like they had been in a trance all night. the two both subconsciously leaned into each-other.

“i’d like that.”

wether he showed it or not, those words made him swoon more than he already was. having them come to the show was something he needed but hadn’t known it yet.

he ruffled [names] hair around just so the atmosphere wouldn’t get too lovey dovey. they giggled. every second was filled with melodic silence and lovesick glances.

hopefully this wouldn’t be the last time they got to walk home like this.

#┆彡 kens stuff #karma x reader #karma akabane #fluff #assassination classroom #ass class #karma akabane x reader #karma x you

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mothleey · 8 months

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Glad to hear you're liking tfp so far. Do you have any headcanons you'd like to share?

Hi! I'm sorry I didn't answer it's just that I wasn't doing very well emotionally these days but now I'm a little better. Thanks for the ask! It's the first time I share/create some headcanons, forgive me if they are not what you expected :'))

I don't think I'll write about all the characters in this post so, if anyone else finds this kind of entertaining, there could be a second part!

(I am just starting season three but will only consider the first few seasons for this)

Bulkhead

A big guy with a big heart.

He's actually really smart, caring, delicate and silly.

Fights decepticons while listening to rock metal (in fact, Mikoo made a whole playlist of his favorite songs for him).

Smokescreen

He loves the phase shifter, not only for the advantage it gives him during battles, but also because he can use it to mess around and prank others (both humans and cybertronians). He would have a YT channel to upload videos of his victims' reactions while Jack is his cameraman (but Arcee doesn't have to know that) and Raf would sometimes help with video editing.

Starscream

He secretly enjoys watching human tv shows and relate to characters who are being betrayed -and also because he's a big drama lover- He would also look for ideas and murder schemes to take down Megatron. Sort of like "how to kill your boss without him finding out/killing you first in the process".

Knockout

He didn't actually finish med school, he just downloaded an online certificate and got on with it.

Knockout & Breakdown

I don't think Breakdown spent a lot of time finding an alt mode, in fact he didn't even bother or thought too much about it. Knockout, on the other side, took a while to decide because he had a very specific idea of what his alt mode should be like.

Since they were already on Earth as well, I imagine they had a whole life before being part of the Nemesis, where they just enjoyed and took care of each other while traveling the world. And somewhere, there is a whole folder of photos of them goofing around at every stop and of the things that interested them during their road trip.

(KOBD could have had a really good dynamic and they deserved better, period).

Optimus

Has a kind soul.

He just sits in his truck mode and observes the details of humans and earth and also reflects on how things are going. But sometimes he can get a little sentimental because some things remind him of how Cybertron used to be before the war.

His role as leader and source of wisdom makes him seem very sure of what he is doing, but deep down he is as lost and scared as the others. And he is tired of having to decide and guide everyone while carrying the burden of trying to save two worlds. This makes him be hard on himself, repressing his true feelings to not affect the others.

Arcee

After all she has been through and all the pain she carries inside, even though she tries to keep distance from others, she can't deny the fact that she cares about them. She cares too much and too deeply for others, and would do anything to keep them safe.

#some of these are really stupid and out of nowhere #and others almost got me really into depth #mind is not working. sorry #transformers prime #tfp #transformers #headcanons #bulkhead #optimus prime #arcee #smokescreen #starscream #knockout #breakdown #tfp kobd #tf headcanons

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officialchristiancagebbgirlblog · 3 months

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Punishment

Fic type: smut

Word count: 4281

This, I think, is the longest fic I’ve ever written holy shit. I’m not lying when I say this took days to write. I hope you guys enjoy!

You tease Christian from home while he’s out only to receive your punishment when he returns

Mention of: blindfolds, creampie.

Link to masterlist

Happy reading 🩷

“Are you sure you can’t finish early?” You pleaded on the phone. Being stuck in your shared hotel room while Christian was stuck at work training for an upcoming PPV was your least favourite part of travelling with him.

“No, honey, I have to keep going for another few hours, and then I’ve got a meeting about my match. I won’t be back until at least half 8?” You could hear the sadness in his voice; it bummed him out to know he had to keep going before he could be back in bed with you.

You sighed to yourself trying not to let it get to you, saying your goodbyes shortly after. Sure, it was only like 3 hours you had to wait but it didn’t change how much it sucked. He had already been gone since lunchtime for various interviews, work events. And at that point in the evening, you had exhausted all the channels on the television so nothing was grabbing your attention to keep you busy. All you could do was lay there on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

After what felt like 2 and a half hours but was only 1, you were still laying there. Not moving. Trying to come up with something, anything to entertain yourself:

“I could listen to some music!” You thought to yourself,

No. There weren't any songs that you could think of.

“I could go for a walk?”

But that involved dressing up. You were quite comfortable in your lingerie. Plus the weather wasn’t ideal…

“I could FaceTime my friends?”

Nah, they were going to be busy at this time for sure.

“I could maybe…have some fun? By myself?”

Absolutely not! Christian had made it very clear to never do that without his presence!

“I could…

I could tease him. Teach him a lesson for leaving me here with nothing to do!”

It was perfect. Show him what he was missing out on! You knew it wasn’t entirely fair on him as he didn’t have a choice. He had to be there today. But fuck that! He should know better than to leave you on your own.

But how to do it? You were already dressed in the right attire so there was no need to get up and put something on. Just imagining his reaction was enough to get your mind racing and it wasn’t too long before you picked your phone up again to start your photography session.

Taking a mix of photos and videos, you adjusted yourself into various positions so he could get a good look at your soft, warm body without revealing too much. You had to keep him hooked after all! It’s no fun if he saw everything through his phone screen!

It was daring, exciting to partake in this activity. The idea that he had to hide his excitement from others was exhilarating and you ate it right up. Perhaps the most daring thing, though, was the final video you sent to him where you lost control. All the photos that came out nice had been received, seen, and salivated over by him with red cheeks and a desperation to keep people from looking at his phone or asking him questions.

You got yourself all worked up that you forgot about his rule: no masterbation without his presence. So when you shot the video of your fingers under the soaked cotton of your underwear and hit send, the realisation hit 30 seconds too late of what you had gotten yourself into. Not only was it bad enough you took the video and actually sent it to him but he had seen it within seconds. Which of course meant you couldn’t delete it now. There was no hiding evidence.

7:45pm rolled around and you knew you were in trouble when he returned and didn’t give you the usual chipper smile and bountiful kisses all over your face. Instead when he entered the room, he stood at the foot of the bed with a growling frown. His cheeks were pink, his eyebrows were furrowed in an angry concentration, and his tight trousers proudly displayed his love to you. You should have been apologising, explaining yourself somehow. But the way the denim curved around his surely leaking cock was so distracting that you barely even noticed he took a hold of your ankles and pulled you down the bed.

Yelping as you were forced to sit upright at the foot of the bed, he placed two fingers on his right hand under your chin and forced your face upwards to look him in the eyes.

“You’ve been such a bad girl tonight,” he rasped with a slight upwards curl on the corner of his mouth, “I think you deserve to be punished for what you did tonight.”

Christian took a step forward closer to your face with his legs either side of you, trapping you in place. Not that you had any intentions of moving, however the idea that you couldn’t escape your fate was so delicious. He slowly started to unbuckle his belt making sure to take his sweet time. The leather squeaked slightly when he pulled it out of the hoops, and the metal played a sweet sound as it loosened and finally unbuckled. He took a step back as he worked on the zip of his trousers and finally the button, wasting no time in removing the clothing from his legs entirely. And there he stood before you. Tight black boxers hugged his hairy yet soft thighs, his cock even more prominent.

“Use your teeth.”

His tone was harsh, but his voice was soft and deep. You maintained eye contact with him as you leant forward towards the waistband with your mouth agape. You couldn’t help but giggle as he shivered to the feeling of your lips making contact with his body. Just as slowly as he removed his belt, you carefully took the fabric between your teeth and began to inch it down his long slender legs. He watched you the entire way down biting on his bottom lip to stop any pleas to go faster from slipping out. If the shiver wasn’t good enough, hearing him gasp in pleasure as his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach surely did the job at soaking your panties.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his boxers pooled around his ankles and he eagerly stepped out of them. Now kneeling on the carpet in front of him, he pulled you back up onto the bed. It was a far better view for him. Plus he wanted to know exactly where your hands were at all times. He couldn’t have you touching yourself now could he? Certainly not after your behaviour up until that point!

Taking hold of his now throbbing cock he took hold of your chin with his thumb and finger. With a devious smirk, he forced you to open your mouth wide for him. You stuck your tongue out for him to place the head on so you could begin relieving him. Beads of precum had formed at the tip just begging to be lapped up and tasted by you. And you were all too happy to oblige, using the flat of your tongue to clean him up. Christian’s head rolled back and his mouth fell open at the warmth and the wetness that suddenly appeared for him.

“Yeah, that’s it baby.” He purred as you began to gleefully take him deep into your mouth. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair as he took a rough fistful, rocking his hips with each pump of your mouth. It was clear he wasn’t going to last too much longer as moans began spilling from his lips, sweet nothings floating into your ears. The hair above his cock was beginning to tickle your face more than you liked so you pulled back to focus on the head of his cock. Still you kept his joy going by replacing the pumping action with your hand on his shaft. Going tip to tip with your tongue and his penis, you licked up and down, side to side, in circular motions keeping a steady speed to not rush his orgasm which was already fast approaching. But when your tongue began to dip into the slit of his head, he let out a breathless “oh god” and an “oh fuck!” before those sweet words were spoken: “oh god, baby, I’m cumming!”

As he whimpered out your name, sweet streams of hot cum shot out onto your still moving tongue. In normal circumstances, you would spit the cum out not being a huge fan of the texture but you felt it was deserved today. Once he pulled his still twitching cock out of your mouth, he instinctively reached for the nearby bin for you to spit out his seed. But you kept eye contact as you swallowed every last drop and showed him the evidence. His cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink and his eyes darkened at your actions.

“Stand up. It’s your turn.” He growled, pulling you up and pinning your front against the wall with an order to “stay there a second.”

You turned your head to watch him pick up a clean sock of his from the dresser. Somehow throughout your entire sex journey with each other, neither of you had thought to buy an actual blindfold. Surely by this point he had multiple odd socks that were looser than the other at this point. He returned to you, slipping the sock over your eyes and tying it behind your head in a tight, secure knot. He made quick work of removing only your bra, flinging it to a random corner in the room to be found hours later. Keeping your panties on seemed to excite him even more. He pressed his body against you, making sure your hair was moved out of the way to reveal your neck.

“Before we start, lovely,” he began, his dominant demeanour dropping for a moment, “if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you want to stop, tell me straight away okay? Don’t feel bad or scared to say it’s too much and we need to stop.” His fingers gently traced shapes on your shoulder as he whispered his concerned words to you, waiting for a response.

“I will, baby, I promise.” You smiled reassuringly over your shoulder, “I always feel safe with you and I want to do this really badly.” Although you couldn’t see it, he returned your smile and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek and then your lips, holding on for a second longer than he intended.

After receiving your consent to continue, he moved his kisses to your neck, sparing no time with leaving a trail of love bites down your skin on either side. He separated your legs with his which allowed his, once again rock hard cock to spring up between your legs, landing neatly between your folds through the soaked fabric. Beginning to rock his hips like he did before, the hairs on his chest and stomach tickled with each movement. He reached around to begin to fondle your bare breasts now leaving no space between your bodies.

“Does that feel good?” He cooed, his hot breath tickling your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t say anything so you just nodded. The roughness of his hands skyrocketed the pleasure as they kneaded your soft skin, taking some time to gently pinch your nipples. Mixed with the feeling of his slow thrusts you were in ecstasy. You let out a quiet whimper as your head rolled back onto his shoulder, his lips making their way back down to leave soft kisses over the marks he had made. There was a twinge of pain as your skin was sensitive but the moistness of his lips felt oddly soothing.

“Christian…” you gasped, “please I need more!”

Feeling him smirk against your skin made your body quiver and your legs feel like jelly. He guided you back to the bed with his hands on your hips before turning you around to face him.

“Mmmm…you look so beautiful right now!” You could hear the smile in his voice as he studied your face for a brief moment, “Let me get a good look at you, baby girl.”

Carefully he untied the sock trying not to catch your hair or hurt you accidentally. As it slipped off your face, you had to spend a second to adjust to the light, squinting hard before feeling comfortable enough to open your eyes normally. Christian’s hair was a little bit damp and messy from his enjoyment so far, sparse beads of sweat gently rolling down the side of his face before settling in his neatly trimmed beard. But despite the sweat, red skin, and mucked up hair, he had never looked so handsome and you found yourself leaning forward to show your love for him. There was no hesitation as he leant forward and closed the gap between your lips.

However the kiss, although full of love and a hint of passion, was short lived. That gleam in his eye from earlier returned as did his hard on which was just begging to be touched again. He pushed you back to lay down on the bed and took a rough hold of your legs to, once again, pull you down to the edge of the bed. Instinctively you tried to sit up but he held you down by your hips. The smirk returned as he shook his head at you for attempting to go against his order. That damned smirk. A part of you hated how it had so much control over you. You watched as he sunk down to his knees allowing his fingertips to gently slide down your thighs as he reached the floor. Licking his lips, he reached down to your thighs, making and maintaining eye contact with you. He left a trail of kisses leading up on either thigh being careful not to get too close just yet.

Every time he got close to the sweet spot you felt a small heartbeat on your clit. You were getting increasingly more desperate for his tongue to relieve you of the built up pressure.

“Oh god, you have no idea how good your pussy smells right now!” He moaned out, lifting your legs wide apart. He was becoming just as desperate as you were, practically salivating over the knowledge that he was about to be able to lick up every last drop of your excitement. He began to lick at your inner thigh where the crease of your skin started to become your right pussy lip. You fought back the sounds of pleasure by biting on your bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood. The feeling of the top of his tongue trying desperately to slip under the fabric of your panties through the leg hole to get even just a hint of your taste was so intense. Clearly he had run out of patience as he grabbed either side of the waistband and yanked your panties off in one clean swoop to join the fate of your forgotten bra. He threw your legs over his shoulders as you watched him lick his lips with an almost silent “fuck!”, dipping his head down to return the favour from earlier.

The feeling of his whole tongue slipping between your folds to drag a slow, full lick from bottom to top was enough to make you lose concentration and let out a yelp of pleasure. You felt him groan against your wet lips sending a wave of pleasure upwards from the vibration. He said something in response which you didn’t hear as he parted your lips with either hand and delved in deeper, his tongue slipping into your entrance.

“You taste so good…” he barely mumbled, his mouth too busy to say anything else. You reached down to hold his head doing anything to reign in the feeling that was starting to become too much for you to handle any longer, but he was quick to grab your wrists before you even felt his slick hair under your hands. Christian looked up at you as he held them tightly on either side of your hips. Regardless of how much fun he was having, he was still determined to punish you for sending him those photos and that video. It could really go either way from here: either he was going to force an early orgasm so you were even more sensitive than you already would be, or he was going to completely deny you of that experience. He was still going to have his way with you but only one of you would be crossing that finish line.

His lips moved up north and hooked onto your clit, sucking roughly on that little button. Instinctively your legs tried to squeeze together from the intense pleasure, pressing against his ears. He took a hold of both your wrists with his left hand moving them to rest on your stomach to force at least one of your legs apart so he could reach you again. It took a fair amount of force to separate your leg from his head but he got there in the end, holding it as far away from his head as he could. His tongue flicked aggressively in all directions at your clit as you let out a strangled shout of his name, the pleasure being too much to stay quiet. Your hips lifted to his face as you felt your orgasm approaching which he sensed. He pulled off you with a satisfying pop, lips red and slightly swollen from the action. He spent a moment admiring his work, your pussy glistening and your clit throbbing from pleasure. Looking up to see your face, he let out a soft moan.

“Oh baby, that was a lot huh?” He teased, lips slightly pouting. Your face was beet red and hot, covered in a layer of sweat that continued all down your body and stuck long strands of hair to your forehead. With legs trembling, you pulled yourself up the bed to allow him to follow you, still on his knees.

“There’s a good girl,” he cooed encouragingly, “you ready for more?”

Admittedly you weren’t sure if you were. You were still so sensitive from him eating you out, you didn’t know if you could take a rough fucking especially for long. But as he moved your legs apart for the third time that evening, the concern left your mind.

“Please, Christian. I need you to fuck me!” You begged, becoming desperate for him again. He pursed his lips wondering if you deserved it.

“Hmmm…,” he wondered aloud, “maybe if you beg for it some more, I’ll fuck you?”

“You bastard.”

You spent a moment trying to think of the quickest thing you could say to get him to reward you. Perhaps you should apologise for teasing him before? That would surely get him to give you what you needed? Still watching and waiting for your pleas, he took a hold of his erection and began to rub it between your wet lips, making it infinitely harder to concentrate.

“I’m sorry I touched myself w-without your presence or permission. I shouldn’t have…” you swallowed thickly, the returning pleasure fuzzing up your thoughts, “I…I shouldn’t have done it. I promise I…I promise I won’t do it again.”

You looked up to see him smiling down at you, still teasing your vagina by rubbing with only the head of his cock. “What do you need from me, sweetie?” His voice was dark and lustful, needing to hear you say it one more time.

“I need…I need you to fuck me. Rough, hard, fast, in any way. Please don’t tease me anymore, I need- ah!”

He didn’t even wait to hear you finish, sliding his cock deep inside you. The feeling of him finally stretching you out was intoxicating. You both let out guttural moans as he wasted no time in burying his cock as far as it would go. Adjusting himself to a missionary position he began to snap his hips roughly pounding in and out of you. By that point, you had completely lost the ability to focus on anything but the feeling and the sound of his skin slapping against yours. Incoherent words fell out of both of your mouths. It seemed he shared your inability to create a coherent sentence. With your hands splayed across his back, you placed a kiss on his shoulder as he dug his fingers once again into your thighs. You were able to regain focus for just a moment as you tasted the subtle saltiness of his sweat on your lips.

“Oh fuck baby, I…I can’t last much longer,” you whimpered, “please, don’t stop!”

He simply panted in response, picking up the pace and angling his hips so he could hit that sweet spot. His lips brushed against the edge of your ear and you barely heard him whisper, “that’s it, tell me how good it feels.”

You really wish you could but you could only moan and whine in response, his thrusts being the only thing your mind could comprehend in that moment. That and your orgasm that was right there. It seemed that he picked up on the urgency of that feeling as he knelt up, pulling your hips with him so your legs sat on either side of him and your ass on his thighs. He stared you down, mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as the pace he had set began to falter. Breathing heavily, he brought his thumb up to his mouth to suck on it for a brief second before lowering it back to your clit to rub circles on it. There was a growing tension in your lower stomach the longer he paired the two motions, which was moments away from releasing.

“Christiannn…” you whined out his name, your hips rocking and jerking with his, eyes squeezed shut. Sweat was dripping off his body and rolling down yours as he leant forward a bit to see your face closer. Your walls had become so tight around him as you teetered on the edge of release, just needing his encouragement. Your eyes opened to meet his and as he flashed you a sweet smile, you got what you wanted.

“Oh baby, please…cum for me!”

That’s all you needed, letting out a loud gasp and becoming still and tense. Rippling feelings of an intense release of bliss overtook your body as you came around his still thrusting erection. As you slowly came back down to Earth, you heard him whimper as he gripped your hips desperately. He lurched forward laying on top of you as his equally explosive orgasm hit, even stronger than his first one. His lips crashed against yours to stifle the noises of his pleasure not wanting to be too loud. After all, his pleasure was for you and you alone.

It took him a little bit longer to come down from his orgasm, eventually choosing to lay there still connected with you just trying to catch his breath. His face was buried in your neck, still quietly moaning against your skin, planting lazy kisses on the now bruised marks. Although the room was muggy and a little too hot with him choosing not to move over just yet, everything felt perfect. You traced random shapes on his sweat slicked back, your eyes glazed over in a post bliss. Finally he unpeeled his body from yours, the air cooling you down a little bit. As he gently pulled his cock out from inside of you, you felt his seed spill out from inside of you making you gasp and him chuckle at your reaction. He effortlessly picked you up to place you in the armchair near the bed as he began to clear the bed, not wanting to sleep in the now wet sheets. He had also, thankfully, turned the air conditioning on which helped clear up the room, choosing to also open the window behind closed curtains to let some fresh air in.

“I think I’ve…learned my lesson!” You mentioned, standing up to dry yourself off with a nearby towel. He shook his head with a smile, “I hope you have, otherwise I’d have to start all over again.”

Passing him the towel so he could do the same after new sheets were on the bed, you picked up the old ones and placed them in the laundry basket for him, climbing under the top blanket.

“I do want to say that it felt incredible as usual” you praised, as he slid in to lay next to you for a snuggle. He gently laid a kiss on your lips stroking your cheek with his thumb in response. You exchanged the usual ‘I love you’s as you settled down with bodies still buzzing in joy. He reached down to pull your leg over his hips so you were even closer, making you giggle slightly when he grumbled: “you’re so far away, what the fuck?” Planting another quick kiss to your forehead to hear you giggle one last time, he kept his lips near your face. Feeling the tickle of his breathing helped you drift into the best sleep you had in a long time. You continued tracing shapes on his skin which helped him drift away with you in a well deserved good night's sleep.

#christian cage #captain charisma #christian #christian wwe #instant classic #christian cage x reader #christian cage fanfic

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warmbloodcomic · 7 months

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Warm Blood: Girls Mode

Written by Josh Tierney

Photo edit by Caitlin Soliman

Pt. 2

The maids completed the routine, which encompassed all 12-and-a-half minutes of the song. The lights on the stage went out, and the customers and floor maids applauded as the stage maids held their final poses for several seconds. The maids on either side of the flyer girl then hopped off, leaving the flyer girl standing casually onstage as she looked at Penny and Eve with a curious smile.

Penny and Eve had already returned their attention to each other.

“You’d think they’d dance to like an anime theme or something,” Penny said. She looked down at her empty plate, only just now realising she had finished her pancake.

“I kept waiting for them to invite a customer up, like at a theme park,” Eve said, her eyes sparkling at the idea. “I totally would’ve gone up if they tried that!”

Penny opened her mouth to speak, but Eve spoke for her: “I know, there’s no way you would’ve danced.”

Eve took a sip of her coffee, then continued speaking with an encouraging smile: “I still would’ve rooted for you.”

The shadow of a maid who wasn’t their own fell onto their table. Penny paused in the middle of gulping down her orange drink to glance at the shadow’s owner.

The flyer girl was standing there, less like a maid in a themed restaurant, or even like a girl who handed out flyers for one, and more like a girl who had just got off work and was about to enjoy the night.

“How was it?” the flyer girl asked. “Did you like the performance?”

“It was sooo cute!” praised Eve. “When you told us this was a maid café, I was expecting way more sweeping and a lot less dancing. But now that I know what they’re like, I want to come to one everyday.”

“I’m so happy,” the flyer girl said. “I choreographed that dance myself.”

Penny and Eve were blown away – they wouldn’t have expected that from someone so close to their age, especially not from someone they had just seen handing out advertisements on a rainy street.

“You must be a higher rank of maid, then,” Eve said with a huge smile.

“S-tier, for sure,” Penny agreed.

The flyer girl smiled appreciatively at them.

“Not quite,” she said. “I’m more of a freelancer . . . I like to be able to come and go as I please.”

The flyer girl pulled out her phone, looked at it, then looked back at Penny and Eve.

“My name’s Maaya,” she told them.

“I’m Penny,” Penny said. She was secretly happy to be having a full conversation with a local in English.

“I’m Eve,” Eve said. “I know someone named Maya back in Canada.”

“Oh, are you both Canadians?” Maaya asked, genuinely interested.

“Yup! We live near Toronto.”

“The Maple Leafs, right?”

“That’s right!” Eve responded, impressed. “You know a lot.”

Maaya looked to her right. Penny and Eve’s maid had appeared as if from out of thin air. Maaya spoke to the maid in Japanese, and the maid nodded in response before heading towards the front counter.

“Your half-hour is up,” Maaya informed Penny and Eve. “You could stay here, but you’ll be charged for another 30 minutes.”

Penny and Eve looked at each other; the look said “as cool as this place is, we shouldn’t waste our money.” They made use of their napkins and stood, satisfied with the experience.

“Is this your first time in Akiba?” Maaya asked them.

“It’s our first time in Japan,” Penny explained.

“What made you decide to come here?”

“My mom came on a business trip,” Penny said. “We’re just tagging along.”

“We have a YouTube channel called Girls Mode,” Eve added proudly. “We haven’t used it in a while, but we have a thousand subscribers on it. We’d post Let’s Plays, reviews, makeup tutorials, game development tips – pretty much anything that came to mind.

“We want to revive it during our trip, and post some travelogue videos.”

Maaya smiled a knowing smile, like she was eager to share a secret with them.

“I can show you a few places, if you like,” she said. “I know Akiba like the back of my hand.”

Eve looked at the back of Maaya’s hand, and found it slender and pretty. She then looked at Penny, as if leaving the decision to her. Penny looked at Eve and could tell Eve would be glad to spend more time with Maaya. They then looked at Maaya together.

“Sure,” Penny said, slightly weirded out. Despite Maaya being close to them in age, Penny knew she shouldn’t be totally trusting of a stranger they had just met in another country, especially since Eve clearly would. She decided she would keep her guard up for both their sakes.

Yes, let’s follow the strange maid, Penny thought as she and Eve followed Maaya to the front counter. What the heck are we doing?

Eve paid for both of them with her credit card, which had been set up for her by her upper-middle-class parents. To Penny, “upper-middle-class” meant Eve’s family was fabulously rich, but she never commented on this out loud around Eve, since she knew it would make her feel bad.

“You can pay me back at the hotel room,” Eve said with a smile. During the trek from

Narita Airport to their hotel room in Akihabara, Eve had taken notice of Penny’s struggles to figure out which Japanese coins were worth which amounts of money. Covering costs for both of them was simply a way of streamlining their experience.

The counter maids bowed and thanked them, so Penny and Eve bowed and thanked the maids back, with Penny blushing as she bowed clumsily and awkwardly.

Penny felt embarrassed by her attempts at interacting with pretty much everyone, especially in comparison to how effortlessly Eve integrated into a society so unlike her own. She didn’t get it – she was the one who was 1000% into Japanese video games, 80% into manga, and 70% into anime, not Eve.

It was like the shyness she had spent her first year of high school breaking free from had come rushing back, wrapping her up in its quiet comfort.

But, also, it was just the first night. She would keep trying.

“Let’s go,” Maaya said.

The trio exited the maid café, descended the green-lit stairs, and made their way back to the slightly rainy street.

“Where are you staying?” Maaya asked them.

“It’s that really tall hotel close to where you were handing out flyers,” Penny said. “We’re staying there with my mom. I forget what it’s called.”

“Oh, that one?” Maaya said knowingly. “That’s a nice hotel. Western-style beds, modern design . . . One of my aunts stays there when she visits.”

Hearing Maaya casually reference her family made Penny feel more comfortable. The trio stuck close together as they walked, with Maaya slightly in the lead.

“We won’t venture too far from it,” Maaya assured them. “It can be fun to get lost in Akiba, but maybe not on the first night.”

“You speak English so well,” Eve complimented her.

“Thank you,” Maaya said. “I’m paid extra when I send foreigners to cafés, so I’ve been taking advanced courses online.”

She then smiled at Eve. “Would you like to practice your Japanese?”

Maaya, in Japanese, asked Eve what she was most interested in doing in Akihabara. Eve picked up on some of the words, and answered: “Penny is a huge, huge fan of games. I want her to see the coolest game store.”

“That’s easy,” Maaya told them. “It’s Super Potato.”

Eve nearly gasped. The idea of going to a place called Super Potato was all she needed to achieve perfect happiness. It didn’t matter what kind of store it was.

“I’ve heard of it,” Penny said, while Eve silently imagined a potato with magical powers. “It’s a big retro store, right?”

“That’s right. It takes up the top three floors of a building.”

It didn’t take long for the girls to arrive at Super Potato, the three sheltered from the rain by Maaya’s transparent umbrella.

Depicted on a big yellow sign was an anthropomorphic potato with a surprisingly Western design, looking more like the mascot of a Canadian chip brand than something used to promote a videogame store in Akihabara. Maaya asked if they wanted to take a picture in front of it, and used Penny’s cellphone to take a picture of Penny and Eve with the potato visible above them. Penny had managed an awkward smirk for the photo, while Eve had a big, cheesy smile.

“I can help record videos for your YouTube channel as well,” Maaya offered.

“Really?! That would be amazing!” Eve responded gratefully.

Eve passed her phone to Maaya, as hers was more advanced than Penny’s. After showing Maaya which buttons to press, Maaya began recording the pair as they climbed the steps to the first level of the store. The climb was slow as Penny and Eve kept stopping to admire the retro game posters, featuring everything from Parodius to a roster of Claymation enemies from Super Mario RPG. Penny took the time to explain all the Japan-only games being advertised, mainly for Eve’s sake but also for their modest YouTube audience.

Locals who were used to the posters had to navigate around the girls, apologising as they did so. Eventually they located the entrance to the first level, and Penny’s legs nearly buckled at the sight of all the old games within, this floor focusing on older systems like the Famicom, Super Famicom and Mega Drive. (Penny then explained that the Famicom was the NES, the Super Famicom was the Super Nintendo, and the Mega Drive was the Sega Genesis.)

Penny grabbed Eve’s arm and squeezed it, needing an outlet for the rush of retro game energy coursing through her veins.

“It’s beautiful,” Penny whisper-shouted. For a moment Eve assumed she was referring to the life-size Fox McCloud statue just past the entrance, but, no, Penny clearly meant everything.

The retro posters continued into the store itself, and CRT monitors displayed the attract modes for Final Fantasy VI and Sonic the Hedgehog 2. In addition to all the games – presented either in their original boxes on the shelves or as loose cartridges in tidy bins below – there were rare soundtrack CDs, strategy guides, artbooks and toys, including an entire row of deluxe Puyo Puyo character figures.

Penny took her time in each section, with Eve happily following, Penny pointing out rare and unique games as Maaya recorded the tour. The artwork for many of the games was quite beautiful, with hand-painted manga-style illustrations on nearly all of them. The games’ original cardboard boxes were also packaged well in clear plastic sleeves, preventing fingerprints and other damage from the many browsing customers. Penny truly believed the store should be listed as a museum in official travel guides.

“Oh, Sailor Moon!” Eve exclaimed, finally finding something she not only recognised but actively enjoyed. Apparently, Japan was treated to an entire run of Sailor Moon games that had never made their way to North America, with a tonne of them on the Super Famicom.

The Sailor Moon section gave Eve an opportunity to speak to the Girls Mode viewers, with Eve explaining that she preferred the monster-of-the-week episodes to the high stakes fever dream finales, and how she preferred the slice-of-life scenes to the actual fighting. What she liked most about the fight scenes was the Sailor Scout outfits and transformation sequences.

She then struck Sailor Moon’s iconic pose, and some other customers asked Maaya if they could have their pictures taken with the blonde girl doing the anime poses. Maaya translated for Eve, and Eve accepted despite being slightly uncomfortable – in her mind, this was the price of fame for a YouTuber.

The trio moved up to the second floor, where the rest of the games could be found, everything ranging from the PlayStation era to software for contemporary systems like the Switch 2. Eve was lucky enough to get a Switch 2 for her birthday, while Penny still had the original Switch that had released when she was a toddler. Whenever Eve visited Penny, Penny asked Eve if the Switch 2 was coming with her.

While Penny basked in the glory of the retro sections, soaking in the history that emanated from their stylish jewel cases, Eve checked out the Switch 2 section, looking at the Japanese titles with tremendous curiosity. Maaya stuck with Eve, recording her reactions.

Eve spotted a case that featured Princess Rosalina on the cover, with no one else on it other than Lumas.

“What?!” she exclaimed as she lifted up the case.

“That’s Super Princess Rosalina,” Maaya told her in amusement. “You don’t have it in Canada?”

“What? No! If we had this, then I’d have it!”

Eve stared intensely at the box art, her mouth hanging open. It was what she had always dreamed of: a Mario game with 0% Mario and 100% Rosalina. Her brain was suddenly filled with different voices, some encouraging her to buy it (would such a game even have a language barrier?) and others trying to convince her not to spend so much money on the first day (who knows what else she might find?).

Eve was sweating while frozen in place. It was the most Penny-like she had ever felt. Finally, she put the case back on the shelf.

“Maybe I’ll come back for it,” she said to the camera with a smile.

Maaya stopped recording and handed Eve’s phone back to her.

“You’re getting a low battery,” Maaya said. “But you do have enough for a few more videos, if you find something else interesting.”

“In that case, we should find Penny and see how she’s holding up,” Eve suggested. “She’s either completely energised by all the games, or all the games have sapped her energy and left her enfeebled. I can never guess which it’ll be.”

Eve and Maaya located Penny between two CRT monitors, the left one running the attract mode for the first Ryū ga Gotoku (or Yakuza, as she knew it in Canada) and the right running Phantasy Star Universe’s, both on PlayStation 2. Penny was hypnotised by the left screen, its fictionalised depiction of Kabukicho reminding her that, yes, she really was in real-life Tokyo, something she had always dreamed of but never thought would one day become reality.

“Are you ready for the final level?” Maaya asked her.

“I don’t know if my heart can take it,” Penny said half-jokingly.

Maaya looked at her in concern. “Do you have a medical condition?”

“Penny’s medical condition is that she likes games a little too much,” Eve explained to Maaya with a smile.

“I think you’ll survive it,” Maaya told Penny reassuringly. “The last floor is a small arcade and snack shop.”

Maaya led them to the next set of stairs, which had some old prints of atmospheric Katsuya Terada fantasy artwork on display.

“Do you come here a lot?” Eve asked Maaya from behind as they ascended.

“No, but I try to learn the area in order to be helpful to tourists. Not just foreigners, but people visiting from elsewhere in Japan. The more helpful you are, the more likely it is the person you’re helping will get around to the maid café you told them about.”

“But you must like games if you work in Akihabara, right?”

The girls reached the final floor. Maaya turned to Eve and smiled.

“Of course, I like games. I don’t own any consoles, though – I do all my gaming on my phone.”

Eve and Maaya then turned to the spot Penny had been standing, but she was already gone, having disappeared into the arcade without a word.

“Oh, we need to record a video of her playing at a cabinet!” Eve said. “We missed our chance the last place we went.”

Eve and Maaya entered the small arcade in search of Penny. They were immediately struck by the unexpected jungle theme, with fake trees and plants set up around the game cabinets, including vines hanging down from the ceiling. The theming made more sense when they stumbled upon a life-size statue of Naked Snake from Metal Gear Solid 3, who was holding a broken wooden gun. Maaya figured the statue came first, with the jungle aesthetic thrown together afterwards.

Maaya took a picture of Eve as Eve copied Snake’s pose, her gun fingers pointing to the floor at an angle. Unlike Snake’s stoic look, however, Eve had a cheesy smile. She was thinking about how big a surprise the photo would be when she showed it to Penny. Maaya and Eve then exchanged contact information, so Maaya could take pics and vids with her own phone and send them to Eve at the end of the night.

“You’re like an unofficial member of Girls Mode now,” Eve told Maaya happily.

“You can pay me when you’re famous,” Maaya joked.

Eve thought about it for a moment.

“We should be thanking you for your help,” she said seriously. “If you see something really cool, and it’s not super expensive, I can buy it for you.”

Maaya smiled in amusement.

“No, I was only joking,” she said. “Please don’t. I’m happy to show Akiba to people. It’s a passion of mine, since I love it so much.”

“In that case, if you ever come to Canada, I’ll be the one to show you around!”

Maaya smiled warmly.

“I’d like that.”

Eve smiled back.

“We just have to be careful of the shadow people,” she said matter-of-factly while still smiling.

Maaya looked at Eve in confusion, unsure whether she was joking or not. Maaya and Eve then looked at Penny, who had appeared from the next row of cabinets. Penny looked at Eve with a somewhat haunted expression.

“I think something’s wrong with the arcade games in Japan,” she said.

“What do you mean?” Eve asked.

“I . . . I’ll show you,” Penny said. “Make sure you’re recording.”

Penny led the girls down the next aisle as if in slow motion, flicking glances left and right; it was as if she expected a digitised creature to jump out of one of the screens and attack them. Maaya recorded Penny from behind, following her like a camera in a third-person videogame. Maaya was also looking left and right, wondering what it was that had weirded out this shy girl from Canada.

Kandy by Fever Ray was playing over the PA.

Eventually Penny brought Eve and Maaya to the cabinet that had concerned her. The marquee made it clear it was a Marvel vs. Capcom 2 machine, but the screen was rapidly flickering black and white. Two players were sitting on the stools in front of it, their hands on the sticks and buttons, a look of concentration on the left player and a joyful smile on the right.

But their hands weren’t moving, and neither were their bodies, their expressions frozen unblinking on their faces. Maaya recorded the players, and at this point she was a bit freaked-out as well.

“Don’t look at the screens,” Maaya warned Penny and Eve seriously.

Penny and Eve then looked around them, and noticed that all of the screens were now flickering, and every single one of the players was frozen in place. They then glanced at the exit, having noticed some movement in that direction, and spotted one or two women just as they were leaving. They had only caught a glimpse, but they’d swear the figures were wearing black-and-pink maid outfits.

“Is it some type of seizure?” Eve asked Maaya.

“That seems most likely,” Maaya responded.

Maaya leaned down and spoke to the frozen Marvel vs. Capcom 2 players in Japanese, asking if they were okay. The players failed to respond.

“If it’s a seizure, we shouldn’t risk moving them,” Penny offered shakily.

Maaya nodded and contacted emergency services on her phone, explaining the situation as calmly and clearly as she could.

The girls then headed to the snack counter, hoping to find an unfrozen attendant, but the space past the counter was devoid of life, and they didn’t want to head into the small back room uninvited.

Their next thought was to head back down. They exited the arcade and went into the down-only elevator, where the only options were the emergency button and the button for street-level.

“What do you think they’re seeing?” Eve asked Penny curiously.

“What do you mean?” Penny asked back. “It’s just flickering screens.”

“But . . . what if they’re seeing what we saw in the other arcade?” Eve hypothesised. “It wasn’t normal, right? Maybe we were frozen, too.”

Penny looked at Eve, wondering if she was right. Then she looked down, not wanting Eve to see just how anxious she was.

The elevator door opened, and the girls stepped into a dark, shadowy hallway with flowers hand-painted on its wallpaper.

#Warm Blood #Girls Mode #web novel

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alltheselights · 2 years

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Do you mind sharing some of your theories? I'm interested, but that's fine if you want to keep them to yourself!

I hope you have a great day.

I got a few asks about this, but I’m going to respond to them all at once here instead of just repeating myself several times.

Let the record show that some of this lump of text is theories, most of which are not fully formed and none of which likely can fully explain all of what’s happening, and some of it is just me asking questions that I think show that Louis’ situation is still not normal in any capacity. There’s so much that we don’t know, so this is all I’ve got for you.

One possibility, which is what I leaned toward about a year ago when this “I’m totally a father who sees Freddie, see look, I went to LA and took a photo with him, see look, he came to Doncaster for Christmas” stuff began, is that he’s fully embracing babygate so he can establish himself within the fandom and to the general public as a good, active father because then people will be sympathetic when it ends and may lean more toward sympathy than toward laughing about how stupid he was to not get a paternity test. Now the problem with this theory is that the general public doesn’t really care that Louis is a father and I feel like in the fandom, among those who believe Louis is a father, they already think he’s a good one. You’ll find many solo Louies who think he’s a dad talking about what a good, cute dad he is - you even see it today in the replies to Simon Jones’ tweet, which features the clip of him mentioning Freddie in the LadBible video.

Though, to be fair, if there’s anything the last week has shown us, it’s that Louis and his team still don’t really understand the fandom, regardless of how strong our connection with him may be and how much he loves us. So does he know that many of his fans think he’s a good, present father and that they ignore much of what doesn’t add up and have convinced themselves he must have spent much more time in LA than we think over the past six years? Do they know that these fans don’t need to be convinced? They might not.

I also saw one person saying how they think the possibilities are either that 1) he’s decided to never end it, or 2) he’s decided that he can’t end it without coming out. So I tried to think about these theories as possibilities.

I still don’t really think number 1 is true. If Louis was fully committed to babygate, I think we’d see him in LA much more, I think we’d see him out and about with the kid much more, I think he’d publicly have a house in LA still (or again), I think he’d be writing songs about fatherhood, I think we’d see his family visiting Freddie (which they NEVER do), I think we’d see him in Docaster much more, and I think we’d see more way more photos of them on his sisters’ social media at the very least rather than the same few photos from 2016 or this past Christmas where Freddie looked incredibly uncomfortable.

Yes, Louis has brought up the kid unprompted to fans and interviewers alike. Yes, Louis now has “stories” (very vague, very generic stories - every kid likes mac & cheese and even I could tell you that Freddie enjoys surfing considering he goes with his family to Hawaii to surf multiple times per year - but they’re stories nevertheless). Yes, he’s been seen with the kid more. Yes, the kid came to Doncaster once (for only the second time in seven years).

But compared to a normal, active father? I mean....come on. Louis’ family posts publicly about all their vacations and yet nobody’s gone to LA to visit their only nephew (prior to Lottie giving birth) since 2016. Freddie visited the UK twice in six years despite having a wealthy father who could have him visit all the time - and who would easily be able to convince a judge to allow that, considering there is no reason to think his custody would be limited. Louis’ supposed long-term girlfriend has never once been pictured with the child and didn’t even sit near him at a concert that they both attended. Louis has never written him a song or taken a vacation with him. Louis talks about him frequently in interviews and allows his sisters to post him to social media about once a month and seems to have no issue with the Jungwirths posting him publicly and making his location clear despite saying publicly that he wanted privacy for the child. Louis has never once fought for a custody arrangement for the child.

If Louis was all in, I believe most of these things would not be the case.

So then there’s option number 2 that blogger speculated about - that Louis and his team might believe that they can’t end babygate without him coming out. I think this is an interesting theory and one that might be partially true, at the very least. Does Louis want to come out? I think that five years ago, he did. Do I think that now? I’m not sure. I don’t see many indications that he does and I actually think that Louis enjoys keeping his private life private. (Please note: I do not think Louis is ashamed or embarrassed by his sexuality and that is absolutely not why I think there’s a possibility - and again, this is just a possibility, not something I feel certain about - he doesn’t want to come out.) If he doesn’t want to come out, I do think he could still end it, but I think the speculation would be overwhelming - even if Louis is no Kardashian.

While it’s been a long time since babygate was a major news story, I think it reached enough ears and I think Larrie conspiracies are infamous enough throughout social media spaces (especially Twitter) that it would be a very big deal if babygate ended. I think even people who never cared would start caring because let’s be real - a celebrity finding out his kid isn’t his kid after seven years when a significant group of fans have theorized about you being gay, in a relationship with Harry Styles, and not actually a father - I think people would be talking about that. Not necessarily long-term, but I think it would make a rather large bang on the Internet these days, and even more so because I think it’s tied to Harry for a lot of people and he’s a very hot topic and very famous.

However, if Louis not wanting to come out and them fearing that babygate would inevitably lead to that, or at least to heavy sexuality speculation, is a concern, they could just maintain the status quo of before without actually ending it. I don’t see why they would have to fully lean into it like this.

Related to that theory, another thing I considered is that they could be concerned that ending it would cause the public and especially fans would direct their attention on Sony, who many fans feel is responsible for babygate and for the oppression of artists like Louis and even Harry (who I personally don’t believe is being oppressed by Sony currently). I don’t know much about contracts, but there’s always a possibility that Louis agreed to not speak negatively about his experiences with Sony for a period of time (I know he’s alluded to his label not doing shit, but he’s never been direct about it). There’s also the possibility that even if he didn’t, he and his team could wonder if ending babygate might motivate Sony to redirect their focus to blackballing Louis in the industry (because yes, I absolutely believe they did that and that Louis is still dealing with the consequences to this day). Perhaps they believed they needed to choose between Louis’ career and ending the stunt.

Still, even with this theory, it still begs the question of why Louis is now playing such an active role when the status quo was working. Is it some mix of these theories, where Louis is trying to establish himself as a good father because he feels like he needs to continue this long-term for the sake of his career, and maybe he thinks as Freddie gets older, the status quo was insufficient? Are they worried that if they ended it tomorrow, the Jungwirths could say something or do something to suggest that Louis has not been a present father, and so they are trying to counteract that in advance? Is it something else?

Another possibility that I’ve considered - it seems like Elounor might be over, or if it’s not fully over, it seems like Eleanor is no longer interested in playing along. I think that block was intentional and suggests some bad blood. If Louis doesn’t want to come out or feels that he can’t come out at the moment and they want to keep up the straight facade, but can’t use Eleanor to do it, perhaps that’s why he’s chosen to lean hard into playing the father role instead.

Also, let me add that I think that Simon Jones’ continued presence is very suspicious. Louis’ personal life is always the focus when he’s involved. Eleanor, his personal losses, and Freddie, Freddie, Freddie. Metro, Telegraph, The Sun, and others that he has connections to in the UK are always focused almost entirely on his personal life with little regard for his music. The LadBible video is also an example - Simon Jones even tweeted the clip of the Freddie part on Twitter even though it was a two second moment of the video and far from being the best or most interesting part. Simon Jones is objectively bad at his job and only works in the UK, which is almost useless for an artist like Louis, who has a massive fanbase around the world. So why is Louis still with him? Why is it that every time he’s involved, it becomes the personal life show, which is something that Louis doesn’t seem to enjoy? It makes you wonder why Louis talks repeatedly about how fans have been the only ones to support him over the years and bring him success and has slowly dropped everyone from the One Direction days and his early solo career - Modest, Syco, Epic, Sony, Russell, etc - yet Simon Jones, useless as ever, still lingers.

So as you can see, this is a jumble of different theories and questions. I have no idea what the answer is - maybe one of my theories is partially accurate, maybe none of them are at all - but I’ll repeat something I said in an ask earlier.

Babygate and Elounor have never done a single thing for Louis. They haven’t made him more famous, they haven’t made him more successful, they haven’t made him more liked by his own fans, and if anything, they’ve actually hurt his career and turned fans against him over the course of years. I’ve even seen solo Louies who believe he’s a father show frustration today over the fact that they are once again focusing on using a child to promote his music instead of like, you know, actual performances and music-focused promo. There are ways to stay closeted without pissing off your fanbase. So if it doesn’t make any logical sense for him to continue pretending just because he wants to, you have to assume that there’s some other reason that we’re not aware of. All we can do is speculate, but you just can’t convince me that Louis woke up one day a year ago and decided he wants to pretend to be a dad now. There has to be something more at play here even if we don’t know what it is.

#typing this just drained all my energy #i'll answer the rest of my asks in the morning #asks #babygate #theories

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seoultoseoultravel · 2 years

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Day 9, Gyeongju 20th Sept

Another day with an early start. The weather was very pleasant today which was a relief. This is my very interesting travelling group. We have Jo, our Korean guide, who was born in 1961 so has a wealth of stories to tell us about the past and how Korea has changed. He studied law then went into the military for three years then did his Masters in Law at Georgia, USA. When he returned he became a teacher. Our two Lithuanian girls work in the corporate world in Kaunas which is the second largest city in Lithuanian. Funnily enough they met through their love of BTS and this is their second visit to Korea. We can share a lot of common interest about BTS but we have had some interesting conversations about Russia and their part of the world. Our US couple come from Chicago and Rhode Island but now live in LA as they work in the film and TV world creating programs for Netflix etc. Iris is a Korean American but was only a baby when her parents migrated to the US. David is from NZ and is a walker in his spare time having competed in many of the world’s main marathons. He is on his way to Iceland to see his daughter and then heading to Chicago to compete in their marathon. Then you have me with not much of an interesting story to tell.

Our first stop was Jinjuseong Fortress. The fortress is well known as a sacred place of patriotism and loyalty due to the part it played in the battle of 1592 against the Japanese. General Kim Si-min fought against 20,000 Japanese invaders with only 3,800 soldiers and citizens, achieving a great victory. This was a monument to him.

Everything is very clean in Korea, including the rivers. There were people dragging weed out of the river down below.

The Chokseongnu Pavilion is one of the most beautiful pavilions in the region. It has been rebuilt several times over the centuries. It was a command post during war and a place where poets,calligraphers and painters enjoyed the arts during peacetime.

It is very beautifully decorated.

There is a black and white photograph showing Australians visiting the pavilion in 1960 among a few photos they have displayed. The fortress had a great view of the river.

There is a rock called Uiam Rock down below the pavilion and it’s a historic site. The story goes that after the fall of the fortress in 1593 when 70,000 people including civilians, government officials and soldiers died fighting against the Japanese a second time a woman, called Nongae, cast herself from the rock along with the Japanese general embraced tightly within her arms into the Namgang River, drowning them both. He was very drunk at the time and she had lulled him there. In the Japanese military once a general dies the soldiers stop fighting so Nongae was the hero.

The fortress grounds are parklike and all around were colourful models of how people would have lived during this time.

A parade of the elite.

Within the fortress grounds is also the Jinju National Museum. Again everything was very well presented with videos and explanations in English. Leather was used as armour.

Weapons used. One of the reasons given why Japan fought the Koreans was they wanted their land and riches obviously but also very simply there were a lot of well trained Samurai in Japan and they needed something to do.

I always find the written scrolls and journals fascinating to think they have survived all these years.

In the museum there were some ladies doing tea ceremonies. They insisted we join them as visitors to their country. It was provided by the Mayor. It was a bit rushed as we were on a schedule, which was a pity, but the lady took some photos to show the Mayor. Our legs are all a bit to long to sit comfortably. The man also sang a song sung during victory ceremonies.

On the road again heading to Busan. Cities are full of high rise as there is so little flat land to build on. Busan is the second largest city in Korea.

It was quite amazing driving through looking at the buildings and these photos don’t go close to what the city looks like.

There are five bridges and they are all amazing. This one had a huge circle to get onto it.

Busan also has the largest container terminal in the world.

Some of the apartment blocks are so tall. The city is spread out confined by the mountains behind.

We all had a ‘Wow’ moment when we came around a corner to go over a bridge and with the sun in the right place the surrounding buildings on the water were just stunning. I don’t think I have even seen a more spectacular city view. Impossible to capture in a photo as the bridge was two level and we were on the bottom.

Busan is vying for the 2030 World Expo, BTS are the Ambassadors. The city is very unique and in another 8 years will be more so. I was blown away by what we saw and I have been to a lot of cities. Obviously it’s all very new but so impressive in parts.

We only spent a few hours in Busan but I’m coming back later so it was good just to get a feel for the city. I didn’t remember this but in 2005 the APEC meetings were held in Busan. This building was especially built for the meetings on the edge of a cliff in a beautiful park land location.

This was the meeting room. You can see the Australian place name.

I do remember vaguely being aware of this photo. The leaders don the traditional dress of whatever country the meetings are held in. John Howard was Prime Minister in 2005. He is in blue hanbok on the end.

This mural is made of lacquer work inlaid with mother of pearl and was created by a Korean master craftsman. Everything in the work is symbolic. The artwork was in the entrance of the building.

The area was absolutely gorgeous. This is looking towards Haeundae Beach a popular part of Busan. The three green towers in the background were not supposed to be built so high as this area is protected. However, the Prime Minister at the time and the local Mayor were involved in the development and allowed it to be built. Both are in gaol now.

A group photo is always a must for school kids. I’m really looking forward to coming back to Busan after getting a taste of what is here.

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rayslittlekitten · 2 years

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Vixen

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: Happy New Year, y'all! Sorry this came a few days late but hope you enjoy this! Also thank you to @lovebarefootblonde for beta reading! 😘

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: ~3.4k

Pairing: IT Guy!Will “Ironhead” Miller x Work Wife F!reader

Plot: Sexting leads to both of you ringing in the New Year together with a bang.

Warning: biting, light spanking, mentions of sexy photos/videos, Will jerking off, praising (good girl), protected P in V sex, oral sex (F receiving), a bit of panty sniffing again

You yawn as you pour yourself a cup of shitty coffee in the kitchen area. Whoever makes this coffee clearly doesn’t drink it because it’s more like coffee flavored water. You search the cabinets for the sugar packets. Whoever took the last one didn’t refill the container on the counter, but you’re not surprised. Sometimes it feels like you’re the only considerate person around here. When you spot the box of sugar, you tiptoe trying to reach it. You’ve almost got it after hopping a few times. Suddenly, you feel someone behind you pressing themselves up against you and see a hand reaching for the box.

You flinch and shriek, then feel a hand on your waist.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You feel a kiss on your cheek and you quickly turn around.

“Jesus, Will! You can’t just sneak up on people like that!” You certainly don't need the weak coffee to wake you up anymore after that.

“You mean you,” Will corrects you.

“What?”

“I can’t just sneak up on you like that. I don’t sneak up on anyone else in the office.” Will hands you the box of sugar.

“Thanks, asshole.” You snatch the box from him and put some sugar in your coffee.

Will winks at you.

“Everything okay??” A coworker rushes into the kitchen area.

“Yeah, sorry for the false alarm, Susan. Will here was just being the prankster that he is,” you point your thumb at Will.

“Oh. Well, Will is always such a playful guy. I’m sure he means no harm. By the way, how was your Christmas weekend, Will?” Susan struts over to the two of you and wedges her way in between to pour herself a cup of coffee, forcing you to move aside.

You snarl at her while stirring your coffee but all her attention is on Will. Will is smiling but not because of Susan.

“My weekend was great. Very festive. How was your trip? We missed you at the office party.” Will grabs a cup by the watercooler and starts filling it up.

“Costa Rica was so nice! The weather, the beach, it was delightful!” Susan says. “I’m sure you would have loved it too. The sun would have given you such a nice tan.” Susan giggles and puts her hand on his bicep.

“Oh my! Have you been working out?”

You roll your eyes.

“Yeah a little bit. You can say that. I’ve been upping my cardio these days.” Will glances over at you for a split second before taking a sip of his water.

You try to hide your smirk by sipping on your coffee. After your little tryst in the server room, the two of you met up with Willa and Benny at a bar nearby. The four of you had some drinks and watched mostly Benny belt out some Christmas songs. It was karaoke night. You and Willa attempted a sexy rendition of "Santa Baby" together. There were times you and Will would sneak a few kisses or make out in the dark corners of the bar and occasionally grope each other like horny teenagers. At the end of the night after you all stopped by a 24 hour diner to sober up, it was clear Benny and Willa really hit it off so he wound up going home with her. Will ended up taking you home so you took him to bed. He stayed over and the two of you attempted to have a quick Christmas Eve breakfast the next morning before he had to go, but a whole carton of eggs became a casualty of him nailing you for the second time that morning in the kitchen.

“Well whatever you’re doing, it is working for you,” Susan says, gently squeezing his arm.

“Thank you.” Will nods.

“Well, I should probably get back to work. You should stop by my desk later so I can show you some of the pictures from my vacation," Susan suggests. " I bought a new bathing suit just for that."

“I sure will. See you later, Sue.” Will winks at her.

Susan gives him a little wave before taking off. Your eyes follow Susan as she leaves the kitchen area.

“She doesn’t even drink coffee,” you mumble.

“Aww, are you jealous?” Will asks, stepping in closer to you.

“Nooo…” you scoff.

“You know it’s just a little harmless flirting. It gives her a little extra pep in her step. Besides,” Will puts his arm around your shoulders. “You know you're my special girl.” He pulls you in to kiss your temple.

You lean into him and smile. The two of you haven't really spoken about what happened yet, so that comment threw you off a bit, but it did make you feel special.

“You should swing by the server room on your lunch break,” Will says into your ear before capturing your earlobe between his teeth.

“Will," you turn to him. “We shouldn’t even be like this right now.” You gently push him off. “What if people see us?”

"It's part of the thrill." Will pulls you back in, wrapping both arms around you.

You gasp feeling something hard pressing against your hip.

Upon hearing someone approaching, the two of you immediately separate. Will instinctively grabs your mug of coffee out of your hands and strategically places it in front of his crotch.

"So yeah," Will clears his throat. "The party was fun," he nods at you.

"Yeah, it was!" you nervously blurt out.

Your coworker steps in between the both of you as if you weren't there to pour themselves a cup of coffee and then walks back out.

"I gotta get back to work. I have a report to finish before the end of the day. Don't you have some computer stuff to do or something?" You prop your hand on your waist.

"Yeah, someone jammed the copy machine again. That's going to take me five seconds to fix."

"Well, have fun with that." You start walking off, but Will grabs your wrist and pulls you back in.

"Wait, what are you doing this Friday?" Will asks.

"This Friday? New Year's Eve? Willa and I usually hit up a party her ex throws every year, but since they're not together anymore, we were thinking of just doing a girls' night thing at her place."

"A friend of mine is having a party. You can bring Willa. My brother's gonna be there too," Will suggests.

"Hmm, I'll think about it."

"I'll take that. It's not a no," Will smirks.

"Okay, seriously, I need to get back to work, Miller." You start backing away with his fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

"See you at lunch?"

"Not if you keep me distracted. I'd have to work through lunch," you tell him.

"Alright. Fine." Will finally releases you and then checks his watch. "I gotta go too. Printer emergency."

"You know Shannon fucks up her printer on purpose every time, right?" You squint an eye.

"She's about to retire. Let her have some fun if she wants to watch a strapping young man fix her printer for her." He winks at you and walks away, but stops short to quickly turn back around to return your mug of coffee and plant a quick kiss on your cheek.

"See you later!" He jogs off. You smirk as you make your way back to your own desk.

All week you and Will have been texting back and forth, sending each other sexy texts and sexy photos, with each getting increasingly hotter and more vulgar. It drove Will crazy. Your workload for the week was piled up, as you had a lot to finish before the end of the year. This helped you with getting distracted by Will. It wasn't just because you enjoy teasing the hell out of him, but you honestly didn't have time for a quickie in the storage or server room. You barely had time for lunch. Although, you were very tempted to cave in when he had sent you a short video of himself jerking off. You had to hide in the bathroom to watch it in fear of getting caught and were just about to cream in your panties when you saw his seed squirt out and spill over his long slender fingers. In return, you sent him a clip of you fingering and rubbing yourself and were amused by his response:

"That is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. I wish I had that an hour ago instead of your pictures. That is going straight into my spank bank."

You and Willa arrive at the address Will had given you. He wanted to pick you up because he honestly wanted some alone time with you before the party, but you told him you'd show up with Willa instead.

"We're here," you text Will.

A few moments later, Will emerges from behind the house. A wide grin spreads across your face matching his as soon as you notice him. Even though you’ve seen him all week, you don't think you'd ever get tired of spending time with him.

"Hey, ladies!"

"Hi, Will!" Willa waves. Will nods at her and then walks up to the both of you.

You don't say anything. You just simply flash the goofiest smile at him as he's doing with you. He rakes his eyes over you for a moment as he takes in the mini dress you're wearing hugging your body. You're hoping you're not overdressed, but if you are, Willa is right with you in being dressed to the nines. One look at Will in his jeans, sneakers and button down shirt says you probably did.

"Thank you for coming." Will glances at both you and Willa.

"We didn't want to come empty-handed so we brought this." You present to him a bottle of champagne. Will takes it from you and checks it out for a moment.

"Thanks. I'm sure my buddy would appreciate this. Come on, I'll introduce you." Will nods towards the house.

You and Willa start walking while Will hangs back for a beat to wait for you to catch up to him. He reaches for your hand and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. While returning it, Will presses your body against his, firmly holding you in place. You deepen the kiss, succumbing to your body's reactions.

"Hey, which way-" Willa turns around and sees you and Will still by the car with no telling when you two are coming up for breath. "Nevermind! I'll see you both inside." Willa continues walking on her own.

"Alright, tomcat," you pull back and giggle.

"I missed you." Will nudges his nose against yours.

"You saw me yesterday," you point out.

"No, I saw you in passing yesterday. I had to spend all day upgrading all the computers because Stan waited until the last minute to tell me he wanted them all done before the new year,” he says.

"Besides, you're so hard to resist dressed like this” he smirks. "I wanna fuck you right now."

Will leans in to kiss you again, but you dodge him.

"If you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you tonight," you tell him, tucking your lower lip between your teeth. You wipe off the little bit of lipstick staining his mouth before walking off towards the house. Will growls watching your hips sway before catching up to you.

"Hey there! Welcome!" Will's friend greets you. "You must be Will's special friend. I'm Santiago. You can call me Pope." He extends his hand and you shake it.

"Hi, nice to meet you," you smile.

"I think I met your friend Willa earlier. Please, make yourself at home. We have beer, liquor, tons of food. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I’ll take care of her,” Will winks and puts his arm around your shoulder.

Throughout the party, you meet the rest of Will’s friends. You learn that a lot of them are people he met when he was in the military. You and Willa mainly stay together and while so, you and Will would continue to send each other texts of what you both want to do to each other, watching each other react in real time, while not letting on others. You enjoy teasing and torturing him. As the party goes on, Willa eventually sticks with Ben and you stay with Will. At some point while chatting it up with some of his friends, Will checks on you. He puts his hand on your bare thigh and gently squeezes it.

“You doing okay?” He asks, leaning into you.

“Yeah, I’m having a good time,” you nod.

"Good. I'm glad." Will brushes the tip of his nose against your face by your ear and squeezes your thigh. "You smell so good."

“I'll be back. I’m gonna go use the bathroom,” you pull away and get up.

Will lick his lips while watching you walk away. He does his best to subtly adjust himself in his seat.

After doing your business, you decide to take an upskirt shot of yourself. When you make your way back, you hang back for a few moments to send the picture to Will. Through the glass patio doors, you can see him reaching for the phone in his pocket as he's laughing at something someone said. When he checks his phone, you see his facial expression quickly shift. He bites his lower lip and you see him typing. He lets out another booming laugh and shifts his attention back to his friend, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Your phone pings and you check it.

"As soon as I have the chance, I promise you I'm going to rip those panties off you."

You smirk and quickly glance up at him, doing a double take when you see him looking directly at you. He then says something to the person he's talking to, finishes off his drink and gets up from his seat. You see him walking towards your direction. When he slides open the glass doors, that's when you realize he's working his way to you.

"Hey," Will greets you as he walks up to you.

"Hey," you smile at him, putting your hands on his chest as he pulls you in and presses himself against you when he doesn't see anyone around.

"You fucking tease..." Will backs you up and pins you to a wall. You can feel how hard he is as his erection digs into your belly. His hooded blue eyes are looking down at yours.

You giggle while biting your lip.

When he hears the patio door slide open, he quickly takes your hand in his and pulls you along into the tucked away hallway where the bathroom is. He reaches for the doorknob and turns to open it but it's locked.

"Fuck," Will mumbles.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

Will doesn't answer you, but looks around and tries another door. It's unlocked and after he peeks into it, he pulls you in and closes and locks the door behind you.

"Will, what-"

Will immediately smashes his lips onto yours. You can taste whiskey and a hint of spearmint from the gum he was chewing on earlier. He snakes his arms around your torso and pulls you against his body, feeling his hard chest and hard cock. His hands find his way to your ass and he grips it hard. You try to resist him, not giving in right away but as soon as you feel Will cup your aching pussy, your body betrays you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to deepen the kiss. While still making out, Will guides you to the bed and lays you down on it. He pulls away from you and stands up.

”Turn around.”

You roll over and get on your hands and knees, dropping your chest to the bed as your ass is high up. Will pulls your dress over your hips up to your waist, and then rips your delicate panties off, tossing the shredded underwear next to you. Expecting for him to penetrate you, you gasp when you feel his soft tongue on you instead. It feels like he’s buried his whole face into you, feeling the tip of his nose nudging close to your wet opening as he sucks on your clit. You push your hips back into him. His hands palm your ass to control your movement. He kneads your cheeks as he continues to run his tongue over every crevice and sucks on your lips. You then feel him slip a finger inside you and your hips buck when he hits your g-spot.

“Please fuck me, Will,” you beg.

“Have I been a good boy? Did I earn it?” Will asks as he slowly slips another finger in.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“Have you been a good girl?” Will’s free hand lands a smack on one of your ass cheeks.

“Y-yes,” you moan.

His fingers continue to move in and out of you as he spanks you again. You tense up for half a moment and then feel your hips push back again.

“You like getting spanked?” Will asks.

You groan and nod.

You and Will start to hear some noise outside the room. Someone tries to turn the locked knob and the two of you freeze and look over. Then you hear a voice mentioning the bathroom. Once the coast seems clear, you hear Will unbuckling his belt and quickly working to undo his jeans. Will fishes a condom from his wallet which he now carries around him with at all times and pulls it on over himself. You feel him align himself with you and plunge into you in one swift movement. You stifle a moan feeling him fill you up.

He grabs your hips and keeps a steady rhythm. You meet his thrusts as you push back, trying to create more friction.

“Your pussy feels so good on my dick,” Will grunts. His pacing speeds up and his hips punch deeper, stroking that soft spot inside you. You moan into the comforter feeling your orgasm building. You reach between your legs and start rubbing your clit. Will notices and groans as he fucks you harder.

“I love seeing you touch yourself.”

Will then pulls out after a few more thrusts.

“Turn over.”

You do so and flip on to your back. Will hooks his hands over your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed, then enters you again, pushing your knees to your chest. This new angle hits other sensitive spots inside you, making you lightheaded. You reach down and rub yourself again, chasing your release.

Will looks down where you both meet, watching himself disappear into you while the tip of your fingers work on the bundle of nerves near where his cock is sliding though. You rub faster feeling the orgasm bubbling.

The both of you suddenly hear a lot of noise outside again. It sounds like they’re counting down.

“You’re gonna cum for me?” Will asks, snapping his hips harder into you. “Let’s ring in the new year together.”

“Come on, you’re a good girl, right? Come for me now,” Will growls. Your eyes roll back and your hips buck when the tension breaks. You moan and Will immediately clamps his hand over your mouth as he drives himself harder, faster and deeper to chase his own release.

“You gotta be quiet,” Will whispers.

Creaking bed springs and slapping flesh fills the room. Finally Will bends down and buries his face in your neck and shoulder as he shoots his load. He bites your shoulder and groans. The both of you lay there for a few moments to regain your composures. Will then lifts his head up to look at you, removing his hand from your face.

“Happy New Year,” Will flashes a goofy smile.

“Happy New Year,” you smile back.

Will then reaches for something next to your head and presents it.

“I’m keeping these too.” He smirks as he briefly sniffs them before shoving them into a pocket.

“Perv!” You and Will laugh.

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agape-bakery · 3 years

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Hi ! I love your blog and your idea to make a bakery is just awesome ^-^ anyway how are you ? I hope you have a good day :) I'm here to request a female mc who love drawing. And i wonder if you can make brothers react to mc who draw them when they're sleeping, eating or i don't know like you want. If you can of vourse it's not an obligation :3

I wish you a good day \(^-^)/

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Thank you so much! I really enjoy the location-themed blogs here like Cafes and such so I'm happy you think the same! I'm doing good! And also, YESS!! I love Artist MCs/Y/Ns because I'm an artist myself! I hope you enjoy these!

The Brothers with an F! MC who draws

Lucifer

He already knew you love to draw and didn't mind that, at least that's one good hobby someone has on his list compared to gambling and parties

If there is something Lucifer appreciates about humans, it's their art and cultures, he might take you to art museums for inspiration and have a date in a cafe and talk to you about the paintings you both saw

If art museums are not your thing, he would be a little disappointed but then again, some artists like more modern artworks and some that are shown online so he understands

And frankly, having you draw him makes him immensely proud of himself for having a talented girlfriend like you, he doesn't ask that you draw him but he secretly wants to

Lucifer occasionally buys art supplies for you but only if you've been good

"So you joined Mammon on going to the casino to draw the people there?"

"Pretty much...."

"Hmm.. I guess you aren't going to get some Copics from me anytime soon."

"WHAT-"

Lucifer is also observant and knows when and who you're drawing immediately

"I can see you staring at me."

His eyes looked up at yours as you looked away, pencil in hand.

"No, I'm not."

He's seen you glance at him several times before looking down at your sketchbook.

It was breakfast and you were sat between a sleeping Belphie and a distracted Beel so you took the time to draw the eldest when no one's looking.

Lucifer hummed and told Beel not to eat so messily as you continued to draw him.

Lucifer has seen many sketches of him and the brothers and when you give him some as a gift, he keeps it well-protected somewhere that Mammon can't steal in his bedroom.

Mammon

He absolutely cherishes every drawing you have, the boy keeps a doodle of him and you as a good luck charm too <3

He might ask that you do commissions and he gets some of it (for giving the idea and managing the commissions-) but one glare and he'll shut up with a nervous chuckle and an "H-hey! It's just a joke!"

When Mammon sees you staring at some art supplies, he checks it again when he's alone and dies inside because of the price and buys it immediately, he doesn't care if he loses a lot of money only a little bit, all he wants is to see your face when he gives it to you

"You better be grateful that The Great Mammon even thought of giving this to you!... Do-don't look at me like that! It was on sale!!"

While Mammon was napping on his couch, you hastily opened your sketchbook and started sketching him and the boy never realized

By the time he woke up, you were already finished doing 5 sketches of him and taking pictures of him for reference

"Oi! What are you doing? Gimme that!"

His heart completely melts because??? you drew him so good??? his girlfriend drew him???? for free??? and out of love????

He also draws you but it's just a stickman with a messy face but you still love it all the same

Leviathan

Finally...another Artist...AND HIS GIRLFRIEND NO LESS!!

He's so happy and giddy to show off his art supplies but he's hesitant when it comes to showing off his art because he thinks it's horrible compared to yours

You encourage him and usually learn together with him whenever he feels awful about his art

He's the Avatar of Envy so there are many times where he's compared himself to other artists so you had to be there to keep him grounded

Art Date, anyone??

It doesn't matter whether you buy art supplies or just take a break from school, it was always nice being around Leviathan

You took the chance to draw him while he was across from you and excitedly showed it to him

He had drawn himself (albeit, in a persona) in many games and animes but your drawing was more special than anything he's ever done

He looked away, avoiding eye contact as he gave you his own drawing which was you in your favorite video game

From now on, whenever the both of you wanted to give small gifts, you draw each other!! <3

Satan

A demon who enjoys impressionism art, there's something about the dreamy landscapes and colors that really makes him calm aside from reading

I think he would paint for a change of pace but gets frustrated because of how difficult it is so he goes back to reading

So watching you draw makes him impressed, drawing takes so much time to master

He doesn't mind whatever art style you have, aside from the impressionism style, he would have yours as his favorite

He understands the pain of art block so he often invites you in his room, one where the others wouldn't bother you, just don't touch anything or else you'll turn into some random animal for a few hours

He also encourages that you read with him when you're uninspired! Reading helps the imagination and the mind, and he'd be happy to recommend some for you!

You trust him with your sketchbooks and he trusts you with his books! The both of you knew the other wouldn't do anything which is why he only lets you inside his room

While Satan makes a drink for you, humming an old song in his DDD, you drew him in overalls and glasses

When you were bored, you would always draw your boyfriend in random outfits and would often show it to him (which he all loves)

"Overalls and Glasses, huh? I might wear it tomorrow." Satan grins, peeking at your sketchbook as he puts down the drinks.

Don't get your hopes too high, he isn't going to wear a maid outfit........yet-

Asmodeus

Oh? You draw? Wellll, if you need a model, he's happy to be your own personal model, but it comes with a price ;)

He loves that you draw! And would ask you to draw him

There's many artworks he likes but yours he enjoys the most, even if you aren't his girlfriend

Might ask you if you can design outfits and draw him in certain outfits so he can try them out!

Of course, drawing is not an easy feat so he'll pay you handsomely~

If you do commissions, he gets one just so he can support you

He knows that art doesn't pay much yet it is so overlooked by others

"Everywhere is art, darling, I'm surprised some humans don't know that! Of course, I'm the most beautiful art there is but I'll have you as second~"

He might blush if you draw him without him asking, he think he's desirable enough to draw without a price! After hearing that you just love him might make him blush harder! Aww, you!

He'll give you several pecks as he laughs after seeing your drawing of him! One where he was posing in one of the photos you had of him during your dates

Anatomy is hard so if you want a nude model, he'll volunteer on the spot, sure he has thoughts but if you're fully intent on getting better, he's happy to help!

Beelzebub

He's not the type to focus on art so he doesn't understand it much, that doesn't mean he isn't impressed though!

He has heard of Food Art and Food Illustrations though...Based by the Arty Event, he seems to be good at drawing food! He wanted to try it more but Lucifer forbid him in case he would eat the paper and get chemical poisoning or something-

However, if you could also draw food, he would be so delighted!!! He won't eat it, he promises!

It's fine if you don't, though, he expects that you might not understand working out and sports like he doesn't understand art

Might be clueless if ever you feel bad about your drawings, he thinks it looks really good! But upon hearing how frustrated you are, he would give you hugs to comfort you!

While Beel is a oblivious sweetheart, he fully supports your hobbies and would invite you to diners and restaurants so you can draw while he eats! He might even join you while he's eating

As he eats a huge cheeseburger, you drew him, smiling at how happy he looked

When you gave it to him, he told you how spot on you drew him when he eats and keeps it around him, he avoids it getting dirty at any cost

Belphie suggested that gets a photo frame so he bought one! Now your drawing of him lays on his bedrest safely~

Belphegor

He used to love art as much as Satan and Lucifer does but he doesn't anymore, not until you showed him your drawings

You rekindled a small flame in him that he never thought would come back

He doesn't draw because it's way too much work but he enjoys hearing you draw, the sound the pencil makes when it moves around the paper, and the smell of lead and paper makes him sleepy

He secretly likes those papers that have a nice smell in them so you buy some whenever you go out to get some art supplies

"That's way too many sketchbooks, MC."

"Nothing is way too much-"

Because he always sleeps around you, he doesn't entirely realize that you have a bunch of drawings of him in your sketchbook

It makes him warm when he sees your drawings of him

He wishes he could do more to support you even if you tell him he doesn't have to so like Beel, he keeps your drawings near his bed and looks at it before he sleeps

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Trouble In NCity? NCT’s Taeyong and JiHo Caught Up In Controversy

January 15, 2022 By J. Mitchel (K!Today)

2022 has only just begone and yet there’s another controversy. This time however, the controversy is between two of NCT 127′s members. Taeyong and JiHo were already making headlines on New Year’s day, but it seems like they are back in the spotlight yet again. So let’s quickly get into what has been happening in the last few weeks.

New Year Dating Rumour

If you haven’t heard yet (sorry our coverage hasn’t been the greatest) on the last day of 2021 and the following days Taeyong and JiHo found themselves in the middle of a dating rumour.

The rumour sparked when a photo was posted onto social media of the two NCT members. In the photo Taeyong can be seen giving JiHo a kiss on the top of her head while they hugged each other during the MBC new year concert. Not much later a short 6 second video surfaced showing Taeyong supposedly whispering something into JiHo’s ear while they were still embracing each other. Many netizens deemed the interaction to be very intimate and were quick to speculate that the two were dating.

Luckily SM came out quickly to deny the rumours and Taeyong even commented about it on his Bubble.

“JiHo is like my little sister. [She/We] had a rough year so [I] wanted to comfort her and tell her next year will be better. Please don’t misunderstand. Though I don’t think I should apologise for taking care and comforting my members. We are close.”

Netizens dropped the whole affair soon after the statements, yet some people seemed s bit troubled by the situation still. They wondered who took the pictures and speculated that it could be staff or even idols present during the event. Some people even mentioned the possibility of sasaeng fans taking the pictures. JiHo posted a short message about this on her Weibo account.

“Are we not going to talk about respecting one’s privacy?”

After the message and fans’ concern, SM stated that they would be investigating the situation and condemn any further sharing of the picture and videos.

With that the situation quickly calmed down, and everything was going fine until a few days ago.

JiHo’s Jealousy Or Taeyong’s Favouritism

This time it seems that things took a complete 180. From potential lovers to sworn rivals. Taeyong and JiHo cannot seem to catch a break.

In the past week Taeyong has been trending a lot for his choreography of his collaboration song ‘Zoo’ with other SM artists. Tons of fans and others have been covering the dance on various social media platforms and have been praising Taeyong for it.

A few days later though, a video of JiHo dancing to NCT 127′s ‘Earthquake’ got leaked. The choreography seems different from the final result, yet some parts made completely made the cut - some dance moves even get featured in other NCT songs like: NCT 127′s ‘Favorite’ and NCT U’s ‘Universe(Let’s Play Ball)’.

The video seemed to originate from early 2021, with a blurry date in the corner as well as the background being the old SM building.

It’s not the first time JiHo has choreographed for NCT (Save - NCT 127) so the majority does believe that JiHo made the choreography and inspiration was heavily taken from her piece to make the final choreography for ‘Earthquake’ as well as for other songs.

The reason why this sparked controversy between the two members was the message attached to the video by OP:

“Taeyong makes one choreography for NCT and everyone praises him for it, meanwhile JiHo has choreographed for a group she was no longer a part of at that point (TWO TIMES might I add) and everyone just shoves it under the rug. I think JiHo is a way better choreographer (and dancer) than Taeyong, but she never gets credit. Taeyong does one thing and SM goes kissing his feet because clearly he’s their favourite. I’m sure JiHo has choreographed and written a lot more than we are aware of for SM and NCT but she never gets credit. I hope Taeyong enjoys his minute of fame while JiHo has to silently sit back and have people watch her choreography without them knowing she made it.”

This comment caused quite the stir when many fans of Taeyong came to defend him saying that it wasn’t his fault that his choreography went viral. Some even went as far as badmouthing JiHo. Some speculate that the idol herself leaked her choreography to steal the attention Taeyong has been getting.

In response to the allegations JiHo posted a heated comment on Bubble.

“If I were to post my choreography now people would call me a copy cat. I don’t need anyone’s validation to know my choreography is good. Either way my choreography was only a first draft, I honestly didn’t even know they would use it. Like with ‘Save’, I had no clue it would actually be used... [Taeyong] choreographed ‘Zoo’ with Bada Lee, of course it will be used. She’s one of our choreographers after all.”

JiHo’s message didn’t get received positively by the public. Many people pointed out how it seemed like in her message JiHo was saying “Taeyong need validation for his choreography” or that the only reason Taeyong’s choreography was used was because he choreographed with Bada Lee.

When Taeyong posted “Ahh~~ Let’s just enjoy dancing, hmm?” on his Instagram story, fans continued to believe there was actually something going on between the two members with many blaming JiHo for it.

A few hours later JiHo posted one more message, an apology, in Korean, English, Chinese and Japanese on both Bubble and Weibo.

“I want to apologise for what I said earlier today. My tone and wording didn’t match what I actually wanted to convey. I was a bit upset that people accused me of leaking a video to steal attention away from Taeyong. I did not post that video. I was never jealous of his succes, in fact I was really proud of him and thankful that I could be apart of the team that performed ‘Zoo’.

When Taeyong’s fans were being put against my fans on the internet, me and Taeyong were actually on good terms and unaware of how serious the situation had gotten. My words were never pointed to Taeyong as I never felt any negative feelings towards him. When Taeyong read my message he wasn’t upset, but he did tell me that other people could misunderstand what I was trying to say.

In the end I made a mistake and wronged many NCTzens. Therefor I apologise. I also apologised to Taeyong in case I might’ve hurt his feelings, even though he told me he wasn’t hurt by my words. I also apologised to Bada Lee, she’s a choreographer I very much respect and my words might’ve portraited my feelings otherwise. I will be more careful to word my feelings better in the future so that such a misunderstanding won’t take place anymore.

- Lim Jiho”

In the end everything is all good between Taeyong and JiHo. It’s unfortunate that so much negative attention has been casted on these two and hopefully it doesn’t set the tone for how the rest of the year is going to go. But it does look like JiHo and the group’s sasaengs have been working hard already.

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 2 years

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Rude Boy [Osamu Dazai] NSFW

Kunikida puckers a thin brow as you scroll down your gallery in puzzlement. Where are the pictures you took? And why are there so many images of Dazai on your phone? Your face heats up in embarrassment.

“I need a minute,” you remark. “I can’t seem to find them.”

He hums.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure the pen set will be in the window tomorrow. It’s the thought that counts,” Kunikida mentions.

You frown and apologize to him for wasting his time. You took them; you are certain. So where are they?

You click on a picture of Dazai and frown. Is he eating your bagel? He told you there were no more. The cream cheese on the corner of his mouth is cute though. You swipe through the images, certain that Dazai documented his entire morning routine with your phone. But why? And where was he? Did he leave early?

Sending him a message, you return to your work. An hour later the phone vibrates, and you glance at the text, humming.

Don’t you remember? The message reads.

That’s right. You remember telling him this morning that you wanted a picture of him. But why so many? And when did he have the time to take them? You ignore the details and message him back.

No nudes? I’m shocked.

You snort, covering your grin as Kunikida gives you a curious look. Seconds later a new text alerts you, only it’s a video message. You turn down the volume and watch as Dazai moves the camera. He appears to be on the roof of the agency for some reason. You pucker a brow as the image shakes, then clears to show Dazai with his cock out, jerking himself off. You gasp.

“Are you ok?” Atsushi asks in concern.

You turn to him and nod.

“Yeah … um … I’m fine,” you answer back.

Clearly, you are not. Your stomach knots as you imagine Dazai coming undone; you want to be the one who pushes him over the edge.

I want a taste before you toss yourself off the building, you message to him.

A reply comes a few seconds later.

You’d better hurry, my love, it reads.

You excuse yourself from the room, running down the hall and up the stairs to the roof. It takes you a minute to find Dazai, but you do, noticing the frustrated look on his face as he slowly pumps his hand up and down his cock.

You grin.

“Awe, you waited. How sweet,” you joke.

He grunts.

“I won’t last much longer,” he mentions.

You wet your lips and slide between his knees, taking his cock in your mouth. He tastes divine. You hum as you bob your head, gripping his pants as you suck him off. As much as you want to enjoy this; to appreciate how worked up you can get him, and possibly cum yourself, Dazai seems to be at his limit. His hips shudder and he leans back, almost too far back for your liking.

You panic and grab his knees to keep him in place.

“Dazai––”

Before you can get another word out, his cum splashes against your face, covering your cheeks and nose.

“Damn it,” you groan. “You did that on purpose.”

Dazai grins.

“You look cute though.”

Peeking open an eye, you witness him take out his phone and take a picture.

“I think this will be my new lock screen photo,” he mentions.

“It had better not be,” you snap.

Taking his phone, you look at the picture in annoyance.

“It’s even in my hair.”

“But the look on your face is cute,” Dazai says in a sing-song voice.

You snort.

“I should have let you die.”

“You don’t mean that, love,” he mentions.

You don’t, but you could honestly strangle him right now. How are you going to hide this from the others?

“Help me,” you whine.

Dazai grins.

“As you wish.”

You wonder if Kunikida will mind you going home early. The mess in your hair is the least of your worries.

#osamu dazai #dazai bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs

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ciizikas · 3 years

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lego’s — mat barzal

summary , based off that one tiktok i saw where it said, ‘when all the other couples wanna cuddle all day, but your boyfriend wants to build a lego set.’

Mat and Y/N were lying in bed together, with Y/N’s eyes glued to her phone screen while Mat kept pressing little kisses to her neck, showing her all his love and affection. It was only a couple of more days before Mat had to go on the road for a game, and he wanted to spend every second with her.

“Mat baby, I need to get up and get dressed so we can head to target.” He didn’t notice how strong his grip was around her waist, and he just shook his head and buried his head farther into her neck.

Y/N just sighed and said, “Baby I know that your trying to spend as much time with me as possible, but you’ve been too clingy lately.” She turned and looked into his eyes, to which he raised his eyebrow at.

“You weren’t saying that last night, though.” He smirked, and Y/N slapped his arm, “Mat let me go for thirty minutes.”

He debated on it for a few seconds, but soon after groaned and let go. Y/N quickly got out of bed before he changed his mind and pulled her back in. Smiling at him she said, “Thank you, I’ll be quick my love,” to which he just crossed his arms and buried his head into a pillow.

“You big baby.” Y/N murmured under her breath grabbing clothes from their shared closet and walking towards the bathroom. Mat turned around and threw a pillow at her, “I heard that!” Y/N just laughed and closed the door.

Now they were on the subway, both of them standing up with one of their hands holding onto the pole and the other free hand holding each other’s. Y/N smiled and looked up at Mat, his handsome face looking at the Subway map.

“Okay so we get of at 34th Street — Penn Station, I believe.” He looked down at you as you nodded, and you were now laying your head on his chest. He just smiled and put his chin on top of your head as his hand now slid around your torso, rubbing your back.

You loved moments like these, the subway was quiet (surprisingly), and it was just a peaceful quick ride, nobody bothering Mat asking for a picture or flirting with him, even when his girlfriend was right next to him.

It’s been a few minutes since you guys had been in target, and Mat being the big baby he is, asked if before you guys leave, could he ‘look in they toy section for a toy.’

You had thought he was joking, but when he said he wasn’t, you just figured it was for one of his teammates kid. Well you were wrong, because most of the kids are baby’s or toddlers and can’t play with lego’s.

“Mat you have got to be kidding me.” Mat looked like he was in wonderland, his eyes scanning the shelves looking for a cool lego set to build.

“I am not kidding actually, I just think this would be a good bonding experience.” He looked towards you with pleading eyes. You literally couldn’t say no to that look.

You rolled your eyes, “Fine. But please get an easy one.” He jumped up and down and pulled you into his arms kissing your head several times, “Thank you, thank you, thank youuuuuu.”

You smiled as you watched your boyfriend go crazy over different lego sets, talking about how he used to have a collection of different ones. Oh and also how the prices have gone up 50% since like 2009..

He finally picked out one, it was a baby Yoda 3D set. Mat said that he would do most of the work considering you didn’t wanna do a hard one in the first place. As long as he was happy, you were too.

Before you guys left a few fans had asked for pictures so you just headed to self checkout while Mat took a few photos. You decided to just take an Uber back home because the subways were delayed and the next one didn’t come for another 30 minutes.

When you guys got back home, Mat sprinted to the living room of your guys apartment, clearing off the coffee table and setting the box on there. You entered the room with two cups of water and a natures valley granola bar for the both of you, considering this would take a long time, and you would want a little break every now and then.

You sat on the floor turning on your TV to put on an Artic Monkeys song, setting it on a low volume to play as background noice before getting to work.

Mat seemed to be very into the lego set, not stopping to take any break and he didn’t even notice you leaving the room for a few minutes to use the bathroom. So you took out your phone, going onto Instagram and recording him doing the lego set.

In the video, he looked at the instructions very closely before putting pieces together and backing up to see if he did it just right. You called his name, “Mat, baby.” You laughed when he just said a very small, quiet ‘huh?.’

You posted it with the caption ‘my boyfriend is a big baby’. And you set your phone down getting back to work.

And finally, about an hour later, you guys were done. Mat was admiring the work, taking pictures and sending it to all his teammates, showing off.

You loved him deeply, and you were glad to have this big man baby in your life.

authors note — thoughts ?

hope you guys enjoyed this small fic, and leave request

#nhl imagine #mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #hockey imagine #nhl #new york islanders #ny isles

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wonlouvre · 3 years

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Yayyy i absolutely love your writing!!

I would like to request a Hoshi × gn!idol! Reader angst+fluff imagine where Soonyoung cheers/takes care of his reserved s/o who has been having a hard time and has opened up to him about it for the first time. S/o is someone who can't say no easily and because of that their workload had increased a lot. But in the end they can't hold themselves any longer and breaks down.

strength | k. sy.

pairing: hoshi x gn!idol reader genre: fluff, angst, then fluff again warnings: mentions of anxiety, physical and mental tiredness (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.8k+ (i honestly don’t even know anymore)

💌: thank you very much for requesting! i made some tweaks here and there and i hope you still like it! thank you for loving my writing as well :’( it really means a lot that <3 i hope you like this!

Soonyoung was aware that you’d be coming from Japan for your collaborative magazine photoshoot. He just didn’t know that you’d be going straight from the airport at four o’clock in the morning.

He thought he read your message wrong saying that you’re on your way to the assigned shooting location. As far as he’s concerned, the call time was at seven a.m. He had to do a double take while squinting his eyes over the brightness of his phone but when he saw another bubble pop out saying you’re already there, he immediately jumped off his bed to shower.

He misses you. You’ve been going in and out of the country because of promotions and the chances of getting to see you has been slim to none. If he ever meets with you, it will be short because either one of you has to go back to work or has to go back to bed because there is a flight to catch the next day. It’s obviously tough. But your relationship perseveres.

Soonyoung will do everything to make it work and you are together with him on that. So if it means he has to shower half-asleep and wear his boxers backwards just to see you, he’d never mind.

Your Japanese album tour started and ended successfully but work didn’t stop from there. You were just getting started. Before leaving the said country, you were fully booked for live television performances, interviews, variety shows and the like. It was exhausting but, it was an opportunity that you couldn’t miss out on for the world even if you wanted to.

Soonyoung is proud of you and he will always be. Heart eyes were formed whenever he got the chance to watch your performances whether it be from a paid livestream event or from kind fans sharing and uploading their videos or photos on Twitter or Instagram. He’s even more in love when it’s in person and he gets to watch your performance plus enjoy it with your never failing supportive fans.

However, Soonyoung is also worried because he knows you’re also tired. He knows how fulfilling it is to do what you love the most, but he’s no stranger to the physically and mentally tiring part of it. He wasn’t even surprised to catch you asleep on the couch when he arrived at your dressing room.

Your manager’s eyes brightened when they saw him, quickly standing up from the chair to give him a hug.

“They told me they just need a fifteen minute nap,” they whisper against Soonyoung’s shoulder as he hugs them back. “But we both know they need more than that.”

Soonyoung sadly smiles while his eyes never leave your curled form. He mutters a simple “I’ll take it from here” while your manager excuses themself to buy everyone breakfast.

It’s a challenge to take you into his arms without disturbing your sleep because he doesn’t want that from happening. He just wants to hold you for the remaining time without interruption from other people. He just wants to hold you and share this moment of calm before the lights and camera get into action later.

Soonyoung’s thankful you didn't, although he still felt your lips lightly ghost against his jaw, telling him that you know that he’s here. He brings your legs over his lap while he cradles your head close to his neck. He wishes to lay down, but the couch is too cramped for two bodies so he’d have to settle with this position. He guesses it’s fine with how you deeply inhale his scent and snuggle closer and closer, locking your arms around his waist with no intentions of letting go.

Just like you, he falls asleep, completely comfortable and content in finally having you in his arms again.

Your tangled bodies were shaken to wake up at least an hour later. Both of your managers have food in their hand, ready to energize the two of you up before moving forward with the hair and makeup. The agenda for today includes a photoshoot with several changes of outfit, a short shoot for an audio video presentation and lastly an interview or question and answer of some sort.

Your relationship has been publicly known for two years already. Some fans have been supportive while some have been angry. It’s nothing new and it’s nothing the two of you could care about at this point.

Countless projects have been offered to the two of you during the course of those two years whether it be a song or dance performance, a guesting on a famous variety show and even a three second cameo appearance on a drama. They’re all lovely offers and you would love to participate, but the two of you made a decision to keep the relationship private. Sure, you’ll accept it from time to time. But, it’s still very limited to one to two songs to sing or dance to together and some magazine photoshoots. Just like now.

By far, this is the third time the two of you would be featured on a magazine cover. Your respective publicists already know how to communicate to the publishing company your terms and conditions. Questions about your relationship are allowed, but to a certain number only. The rest will be about what’s mostly seen by fans and the rest of the public which is automatically your music.

The concept is not necessarily daringly romantic. After all, what you’re trying to promote here is the clothes. But your chemistry is maintained with a few fleeting touches here and there. In one shot, you two were holding hands and the other has his arm is loosely wrapped around your neck.

You and Soonyoung are careful to not get lost in each other’s eyes during the short breaks in between because the cameras were still rolling. Although, his soft touches on your hand and arm still lingered. On the other hand, you help him fix his hair whenever he gets excited and jumps from time to time. You could kiss him right now, but again, you want to be careful.

The shoot concluded faster than you thought and the next thing you know, the two of you are sitting side by side with a camera blinking red in front, ready to record the interview included in the contract.

The interview consisted of questions that’s nothing out of the ordinary. The magazine asked about your favorite go-to styles lately, your look inspirations, a little bit of this or that, your recent music releases or favorite music releases at the moment and of course something about your relationship that you're comfortable and willing enough to share.

But one particular question caught you off guard that you had to hold your tears and brave through the rest of the interview without showing any signs that you’re about to cry.

“How have you guys been lately, individually?”

“I’ve been great,” you quickly answer with a smile that didn’t even reach your eyes. The camera may not have noticed, but Soonyoung did. It took a lot of patience and restraint for your boyfriend to stop himself from cutting the interviewer off to ask you again how you really have been.

Everything that was in store for the two of you today ends and when the cameras are gone, you and Soonyoung hand in hand walk back to your dressing room. It’s a relief that this is the last project for the day and you’re glad you could get some rest for the coming week.

Your body slumps on the couch while the staff pack up. You puff out a breath before closing your eyes. You wish you could yell out how tired you are lately. Work piled up over the course of six months and you couldn’t have at least two days away from the makeup and flashing lights.

Soonyoung bites his lower lip as he settles beside you. He’s contemplating whether he should ask you now or later because he doesn’t want you to grow conscious and shut yourself away. He knows how brave and strong you are. But he also wants you to know that you can trust him and that if you ever need a shoulder to cry or at least lean on, his are more than welcoming.

“You okay, babe?” He asks in the quiet as the staff leaves one by one. “Anything bothering you?”

You surprise him by sitting up straight and opening your eyes, welling with tears. That makes him shoot up and instantly hug you close. “Oh baby.”

You finally cry and set free the tears that you’ve been locking deep within you. You thought you could brave through this pain and anxiety without having the need to shed any vulnerability. You thought this shall pass soon. You thought you could do this.

But here you are now letting go with sniffles and shaking shoulders as Soonyoung gently caresses the top of your head.

He hates to see you cry. But it’s only right to let you.

“I just feel like I’m going to miss out on everything if I turn down any project offered to me.”

Soonyoung pouts when he hears what’s been bothering you. It took a while for you to calm down and finally talk, but it’s okay. He doesn’t mind. He will never mind.

“I understand, honey,” he assures you and wipes your tear stained cheek. “And there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way.”

Your lips shake again and crying makes you want to hide. Without hesitation, you crawl to your boyfriend’s lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder. Soonyoung doesn’t complain and just keeps you close, protective arms around your waist.

The dressing room is empty except for the two of you. The staff got the message once Soonyoung pleaded with them through his eyes to give you some time with him since you’re already done for the day.

“It’s also okay to work and work,” he continues, soothing hands rubbing against your back. “But at some point, it’s also okay to take a break for them.”

You pull away and rest your hands on his neck. “Even though I’m going to miss out?”

Soonyoung nods and leans his forehead against yours. “Yes and there’s also nothing wrong with that.”

“I seriously want to go on a trip with my family,” you say and sigh. “And of course, with you too.”

Soonyoung can’t help but giggle. “I’d love to. How about next month? Let’s go somewhere with your family or friends. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?”

Your boyfriend’s enthusiasm puts a smile on your face and this time, the smile reaches your eyes. “Let’s go somewhere quiet first. I want to take a long nap before we proceed to do anything that needs an awake body.”

“You got it, babe,” Soonyoung promises and kisses your lips.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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le deux, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: One rebel from the waist down plus Jeon Jungkook in a sleeveless tee equals two in the back of a car, fucking like animals as Jungkook takes pictures of it all on your phone. Per your request, of course.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, semi-public (car) sex, photography/filming of sex, m-receiving oral, cowgirl); non-idol!BTS; reader has a dimple and Jungkook’s inner monologue is basically in love with it; PWP? you decide happy jungkook day! :D 2021.01.09

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Jeon Jungkook thought he knew what he was getting into, but he sure as hell didn’t.

When he stepped through the gate, he thought, damn, it’s awesome that so many girls decided to wear such skimpy clothes to a rock concert. He figured he’d see some bouncing titty, flashes of ass, maybe the loss of some underwear because the lead singer was hot as hell. Dude was ripped and tattooed like nobody’s business. Dream body for Jungkook, to be honest.

If only his mom would let him get that many tattoos.

The right sleeve was already pushing it though. He’d have to ease her into it slowly.

Jungkook had gone alone, because his friends weren’t really into rock the way he was, but that was fine with him. He liked being able to enjoy himself without thinking too much about other’s opinions, even if they were his friends. Got to wear a sleeveless band shirt, tight black jeans, left his long black hair in a half-ponytail, and decorated his wrists with silver bracelets. He would have been more covered up if he was with his friends – didn’t want to make them jealous with all the stares he was getting with his tattooed right arm, after all.

And my body in general, he thought amusedly.

If he was younger, Jungkook would have been shyer about leaving himself so exposed like this, but he wasn’t, so instead he merely gave the stares a cocky smirk.

What was the point of working out if he couldn’t show it off a little?

He spied his seat and noticed there wasn’t anyone sitting right next to him yet. Odd. He had purchased relatively close seat and the concert was sold out. Hm. Well, maybe he should get some beer before it started.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her.

She was dressed like every other girl at the concert; smokey eyes, dark lips, black choker, shredded black crop top with an equally short fishnet shirt under it, pleated black miniskirt with silver buttons. A black strap over her chest. Knee-high black boots with buckles running all the way up her calf. Bare thighs and naked waist on display. Nice.

But that wasn’t why he paused.

He paused because she had a tattoo.

A single tattoo of black script around her waist. Her body was facing him, tilting her head at her phone, then looking down at the floor, at the seat row numbers. The tattoo was in English and Jungkook could read, a rebel. She turned, facing her left, and looked up, counting the stairs. He realized the black strap connected to a clear waist bag that she was wearing on her back. She twisted a little so he got a good view of her back, the part where it trimmed down to the curve of her round, perky ass.

from the waist down.

Holy shit.

She had a rebel from the waist down tattooed around her midriff.

His eyebrows rose so far up into his forehead in shock that he didn’t even realize she was crawling over the people to her seat. She had black, pointed nails and silver chains draped over the back of her hands. A charming smirk, dimple flashing as she apologized for bumping into people. None of them seemed to mind, probably because her skirt was flipping up and revealing the strappy black velvet panties she was wearing. She seemed not to notice.

She plopped herself into her seat and grinned, checking her phone again. She had a black case with a nine-pointed star on it. Held her phone up and took a selfie with that killer smile, her tongue between her lips.

With a start, Jungkook realized she was sitting in his seat.

“Hey, you’re sitting in my seat.”

She sat up and looked around, counting down the row. “Aw shit, you’re right. Sorry.”

She got up and flopped into the seat next to him. Jungkook sat down, careful with his beer and water bottle. The chair was still warm from her body heat. That would have bothered him if he wasn’t staring at her open legs. She sat unapologetically, man-spreading in her seat, thighs laid out like a five-star buffet.

If she asked, Jungkook would gladly partake in said buffet.

Her hands were holding her phone and she tucked her tongue in between her teeth as she typed furiously, nails clacking against the glass, lowering the phone to her lap. A long text exchange was visible on the screen.

“Argument?” Jungkook pondered out loud.

She chuckled darkly. “More like, ‘I ain’t sitting on your dick for any amount of money, you piece of shit, leave me alone.’ You think men could get the fucking hint.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow even though she wasn’t looking at him. “Block him?”

She scratched her chin, sending the message. “I would, but if I do, my parents are going to have a fit. They’re trying to set me up with him.”

The show was almost starting. He could hear the instruments warming up.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

She raised her head and grinned at him. Her right dimple winked at him with her smirk. Damn. Jungkook loved dimples.

“Me? The same thing as I always do. Find someone to fuck and send him pictures.”

So that’s why Jeon Jungkook was in the back of this random woman’s car, gasping as he was getting the best head of his life.

And struggling to take a picture of it.

“Holy shit,” he hissed, one of his hands hitting the glass of the car window as she took him deeper, tongue running underneath the length, hips swaying, her waist tattoo clearly in his vision. a rebel from the waist down. She had told him her name earlier, maybe when they were making out in the concert seats halfway through the show, maybe when they were practically dry humping each other by the end of the concert. Not the way Jungkook thought he was ending this particular event and he would probably buy another ticket so he could actually listen to the songs properly.

The head of his cock was jammed in the back of her throat, continually being squeezed by her tight, wet vice.

Jungkook wasn’t complaining though, if you get his drift.

Her eyes flickered up and she smirked around his cock, right dimple appearing as her tongue slid out from her plump lips and curled around the base.

Jungkook snapped a photo.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he mumbled, turning the screen around to show her. She chuckled low in her throat, vibrating the head of his cock. Rutted him a few more times, making him moan at the euphoric sensation.

She removed her mouth and he almost whimpered, but she was speaking and he was listening, staring at her dimple and glistening pink lips.

“You’re good at taking pictures, Jungkook,” she murmured. “Get one of me on your balls.”

She lowered her head, lifting his cock. Black nails, silver chains, and long fingers wrapping around his stiff length, lifting his wet cock and placing her tongue onto his balls. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Fuck, he had never felt a better tongue, swiping back and forth, getting the full expanse of his balls as her other hand came up to smush them against her lips. He sucked in a breath and spread his thighs more, seeing saliva drip down, hitting the black towel she had spread out in her backseat.

Evidently, she had planned this shit.

Jungkook lifted her phone and pressed the circular button.

Her eyes flickered up at him again, smirk on display, tongue fully extended and smacking his balls back and forth, jiggling them with the wet pink tip. Hand firmly gripping his cock. The moans coming out of him could rival the best porn out there. His chest was shuddering, his sleeveless shirt forgotten and crumpled in her front passenger’s seat – he couldn’t really remember how it got there to be honest – and his pants were balled up around his knees, making this somewhat uncomfortable but also hot as hell.

Jungkook snuck a glance at her phone and realized he was taking a fucking video the entire time instead of a photo. Shit. He furrowed his brows and stopped it, switching back to photo mode, and took a picture the second she swallowed one of his balls in her mouth.

“Fuck!”

He nearly dropped the phone on her face as she sucked, eyes sparkling with mirth, doing some kind of crazy figure-eight maneuver with her tongue as he lowered his hand, gasping for breath as she pulled her head back and forth, jerking him slowly at the same time.

“I… might have taken a video,” Jungkook panted out, head tipping back and staring at the ceiling of her car as she switched sides, sucking harder and tonguing more intensely, back and forth, up and down, so wet he was losing his mind.

She hummed onto his fucking nuts and he almost exploded into her hand.

His hips rose involuntarily and the base of his cock smacked her in the nose. She had the audacity to laugh, releasing his balls, spit dripping down her chin. She cleaned it off with her forearm, also letting go of his cock.

“Let me see,” she chuckled, wiping her hand on the towel before grabbing her phone from him. Replayed the video. His own moans filled the car, far too fucking loud. Jungkook’s cheeks heated with embarrassment as she planted her warm, clothed pussy onto his naked thigh, bouncing on it as she gleefully watched herself making out with his balls.

“Nice. I like it,” she chuckled.

“You’re crazy,” Jungkook snickered. And she was, but this was also fun too.

The dimple came back. “Want me to sit on your cock?”

Fuck yeah, he did. “Least you can do for me, since I provided such excellent service.”

She lifted her hips from his thigh and handed him her phone back. Took the two sides of her strappy velvet panties and pulled down. His eyes widened seeing the long string of juices from the black velvet to her crotch, snapping against her thigh, the strong scent of arousal so apparent it suddenly dominated all others.

“Someone is gonna see you,” he breathed, seeing the reflection of her ass clearly in the window, in view of the vehicles around them. People were in their cars, waiting to leave. Maybe some of them were watching this crazy woman jumping on his dick. The thought made him smirk.

She reached over to the center of the car and pulled out a condom from the cup holder.

This woman was definitely insane and Jungkook was loving it.

She grinned back at him, ripping it open right in front of his face. Lowered her hands and rolled it down on his throbbing cock. He exhaled in satisfaction, watching her ass lower and slide her pussy to him, lifting her skirt so he could see. Clean shaven. Probably for the pictures. Damn. That was a pretty pussy, and she was soaking wet.

“You like me that much?” Jungkook teased.

She pressed the head against her glistening slit and placed her tongue in between her teeth, dimple reappearing.

“Fuck yeah. You’re hot as hell.”

He didn’t expect her to say that. His ears burned and his cock pulsed with need. He also didn’t expect her to shove his cock into her that roughly either, jerking her hips into his and pressing down. She chuckled at his breathless gasp, settling her thighs against his waist.

“Take a picture for me,” she purred. “Gonna show him how deep I can take your big cock, Jungkook.”

Did he have a big dick? He knew he was bigger than average for sure, but it wasn’t like he measured and compared sizes on the daily. Also, he tended to get bigger and harder the hornier he was and right now he was maximum aroused because her pussy was clenching around his dick, burying it all the way up to the tightest, deepest parts of her wet hole.

“You’re choking him,” Jungkook chuckled as she gave him a particularly tight squeeze. His cock throbbed in delight.

“Death by pussy can’t be that bad,” she teased. Her chain covered hand nudged his hand holding her phone. “Come on.”

He lifted the phone and she raised her skirt once again, letting him see. God, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Should I take off my shirt?” she asked.

Jungkook made his dick jerk inside her and she moaned deliciously.

“Nah, he doesn’t deserve titties.”

She leaned back, pulling her skirt high and Jungkook took the shot of their joined thighs, her viscous juices shiny and smeared all over his crotch. Man, it had been a great idea to work out until he got that v-line. Matched perfectly with hers.

He turned it around and she bit her lip, grinning wide, dimple indented in her right cheek. Jungkook was beginning to become a fucking sucker for that dimple. He wanted to cause all kinds of trouble just to see it over and over.

“A rebel from the waist down, eh?”

The dimple stayed as she laughed.

“It’s a little bit of a lie,” she said mischievously as she began to roll her hips into his. “Because I’m definitely a rebel from the waist up too.” Her tongue extended, long, so fucking long and wet, almost touching past the midpoint of her chin.

Goddamn, Jungkook was glad he attended this concert.

She put it back into her mouth and began to fuck him hard, putting her back into it and smacking their hips together loudly, rocking the car a little, but at this point Jungkook was ready to go to jail for indecent exposure, head thrown back in her backseat, groaning as he felt her squeeze him with every descent, so wet that he felt like he was going to slip out while also feeling every contour of her pussy clamping down on him. He placed her phone on the seat and grabbed her thighs, sinking his fingers into her softness, drunk on the feeling, moaning her name as she used him like her favorite dildo.

“Ah, Jungkook,” she panted, smirk still on her lips. “You have a great cock. Glad I picked you.”

His eyes lowered, watching her through his lashes, seeing her smug expression. “I’m honored.”

She snickered. “Pretty face, hot body. Down to fuck.” That dimple. “I got lucky.”

Me too, he thought.

She placed her hands on his, sliding them up to her waist.

“Can you fuck me from below? Bet you’re great at it.”

He grinned and slammed his hips into her dripping heat. She moaned wantonly, grabbing his shoulders as he pounded her from below, feeling her clench and squirm, her walls spasming and juices leaking down his balls.

“A-ah, fuck,” he gasped, closing his eyes as he felt it. She must have orgasmed, but was too breathless to say as her nails dug into his shoulders, pushing her hips down as he jerked them up, meeting his thrusts over and over.

“Fuck, you’re so strong,” she breathed, pussy clenching again, splattering more onto his thighs, whole body shivering in his hands as she threw her head back, moaning his name. It sounded positively sinful from her lips and he loved it. The towel under them was soaked with bodily fluids and most of it was hers.

“Ugh, you feel so good,” Jungkook panted. “So fucking good when you cum for me, fuck, I thought girls couldn’t orgasm that easily on dick.”

She chuckled deep in her throat, bringing her head back and looking down at him, hair falling all around her shoulders, plump lower lip in her teeth. Fuck, her face was so fucking pretty.

Pretty fucking naughty too.

“Can’t speak for other girls, but I do love getting railed by a hot guy with a big cock,” she purred, licking her lips. “And you’re so hot you could spark a match.”

Was it possible to get harder because of a damn compliment? Because that was happening to Jeon Jungkook right now, his jaw clenching as he grinned, fucking her harder, deeper, bouncing her on his dick unashamedly, definitely catching someone’s attention out there because of how deliciously she was moaning for him, telling him how good it felt as her pussy violently massaged his entire length.

“Yes, yes, ah, Jungkook, your cock is so fucking good…”

It was getting to his head, shooting down to his spine, coiling tighter and tighter, smashing his hips into her tight, wet hole, every muscle on fire and vibrating with pleasure, her name falling from his lips repeatedly, feeling so good doing something so bad, pleasure so intense he barely heard someone honk their car horn cheerfully at their fucking.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum, fuck!”

He shot into the condom with a fierce jerk, filling it completely as she gasped, pussy tightening and throbbing around him as his crotch was soaked again, exhaling hotly into his face as she came with a shudder of his name, big smile on her lips.

Absolutely the best car sex Jungkook had ever had in his entire life.

She collapsed against him, pressing her hot cheek against his.

“I think someone honked at us,” she laughed, a little raspy from moaning so much.

Jungkook wrapped his hands around her waist, kneading it. “Cheering for me and my dick, I bet.”

She reached down and felt for her phone.

“You really gonna send him those pics?” Jungkook asked, panting from exertion.

“Do you not want me to?” Her tone had a hint of concern. “You’re in them too, so I won’t if you’re not down.”

He chuckled. “Just send him the one of you holding my dick and licking my balls.”

She held the condom down as she got off him, laughing. “Damn, how cruel. Showing off your big dick like that. You’re trouble, Jungkook.”

Jungkook looked over to his left. She sat down next to him, pressing her body close to his. Thigh against thigh, shoulder against shoulder. Dimple clearly visible because of her mischievous smirk. He leaned over and kissed it. He just had to. Her eyebrow raised, smirk turning into a pleased smile.

He grinned.

“That makes the two of us, doesn’t it?”

Her eyes darted around the rapidly vacating parking lot. Then they came back to his face, her lips curving into a grin to match his.

“Damn, I’m so lucky to have met you, Jeon Jungkook.”

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belated regrets | kuroo tetsurou

— alexa, play: remember me by umi

Cuz I'm getting older Know that I've changed But I can't go back now Nothing's the same And I won't forget how You called my name When I was afraid And now I'm afraid

— synopsis: after taking advantage of your friendship, what will kuroo do to win it back? — genre: angst, friends to lovers if you squint — word count: 3.1k

This wasn't like you. You had stopped crying over Kuroo months ago. You stopped thinking about whether or not he had eaten yet, if he had gotten home safe, if he would text you goodnight, and yet here you were. You were crying again, after claiming you moved on and healed, and after telling all your friends that you would cut him out of your life.

You wish you blocked his number. It felt mean to do it back then, but you really wish you did, because now you definitely wouldn't be able to.

"I think we should take some time apart," were the words you whispered to him over the phone one night a few months back when he was telling you about some girl he had gotten close to in his chemistry lecture.

There was a painful silence that lasted over 15 long seconds. You'd never forget. You counted, after all.

"Why?" he asked quietly. "You're my best friend. What did I do wrong?"

Your 'friendship' had always been strange, after all. Everyone told you that, and even Kenma firmly believed that the two of you would end up dating eventually. But every time, Kuroo would laugh and ruffle your hair while proclaiming he would never date you.

And every time, you'd force a smile and agree with him.

"This friendship...just isn't what it used to be," you answered. It was true. Ever since the two of you got to college, things had changed. He met different people through his classes and bustling parties, and thus different girls that he'd ask you about. You manufactured his sweet texts to them, all while wishing he'd send them to you and feel just as nervous calling you late at night. You'd help guide him through the process of asking her out, then let him come over and be sad when he was rejected.

Every aspect of your friendship became about him, him, and him. His academics were doing well--he was a surprisingly smart man after all--but they took a toll on him mentally, as they do to all college students. The same happened to you as well, but never once did Kuroo ask about how you were doing, how you were feeling, how you were coping with the sudden changes to your life.

You kept in contact with Kenma, who you'd text once in a while to tell him about how much you hated his previous captain. And Kenma would listen to you cry over the phone about his foolish childhood friend that knew nothing about your growing feelings for him. He was the only person who kept you grounded, and understood that your feelings for Kuroo couldn't be so easily tossed aside as the rest of your friends claimed. He also was the one who encouraged you to end your friendship with Kuroo gently, knowing that he would have to deal with the aftermath of Kuroo's confusion.

"Can I fix it somehow?" Kuroo asked in a panic, and you laughed bitterly. You had asked him many times to fix things--his treatment of you as if he were your therapist being the main one. He’d apologize, yet things would always end up returning to how they were before, with you being at the bottom on his list of priorities.

"Not anymore," your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat to pretend like you weren't crying. "I think you'll be fine without me."

“Y/N--”

“Don’t call me from now on, please. Don’t come over, because I won’t answer the door,” you paused. “...you’re still going to be my friend. I just need space.”

A lie. You knew it, and Kenma did too when you rehearsed your lines to him. He told you such, but you couldn’t bear to tell Kuroo the truth.

And even as you hung up, deep down, you wished he would disobey your wishes. You wanted him to text you and come to his senses, realizing he was wrong. You wanted to relive late night calls where you would laugh and talk about absolutely nothing just because you couldn’t fall asleep. You wanted to go back to him showing up at your front door with a bucket of fried chicken to reward you for studying hard for your midterm exams. You wanted to lay next to him on a grassy field again, where he was gazing up at the stars and you were mesmerized by how beautiful your best friend was, inside and out.

But Kuroo never called. You no longer sent him good morning texts, asking how his day was, and he stopped asking for your advice. It was like the two of you were less than friends. You’d only speak when you sent him an occasional meme that reminded you of him, or a song you knew he would enjoy. He’d respond earnestly, as if your friendship of over four years wasn’t shattered during that one call months ago.

Kenma called you an idiot for not cutting him off entirely, and you would have to agree with him. You were an idiot who was head over heels for a man who would never share your feelings.

It took months for you to get over it, but the distance you put between the two of you definitely helped. So why was it, all of a sudden, after you were finally healing and moving on, that Kuroo decided to call you out of nowhere?

You stared at your buzzing phone, the image of a stupid face Kuroo made flashing on your screen.

Should you pick up? Should you pretend like you didn’t see his call? During your time contemplating, his photo faded away and your phone stopped vibrating angrily against your coffee table.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat through your chest when you saw the ‘one missed call’ notification flicker mockingly at you. You stared at your phone, breath hitching in your throat when suddenly, you received a new text from none other than Kuroo Tetsurou himself.

“Fuck,” you cursed, leaning your head back against the couch and groaning loudly. Should you call Kenma? You could already feel a headache incoming.

Why? Why did Kuroo always do this to you? He’s always had terrible timing, and apparently that never changed.

You plucked your phone from the table, braving it all and finally reading what he had to say to you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you fucking serious,” you grumbled, squeezing your eyes shut to chase away the anger building up inside of you. “Now? Now of all times? Does he even know what he’s sorry for?”

It wasn’t uncommon for Kuroo to apologize to you just because he knew you were upset. Still, you always forgave him solely because he was your best friend. But now, you knew better.

Fully ready to toss your phone aside, your eyes caught a new text from your ex-best friend.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

Liar.

“I’m sorry for that one time I told you I’d help you study for your chemistry exam but ended up forgetting and missing all your texts and calls.”

You remembered that day. You had confided in him about your bad grade, and when he told you he could help you study, you were over the moon at the thought of being able to raise your nearly failing chemistry grade (and at the thought of spending more time with him). You called him multiple times when he didn’t show up, but gave up when he didn’t pick up the fifth time. You stayed up all night studying on your own, but still ended up failing that exam. You dropped the class, and ended up taking it next semester to get a much better grade without Kuroo’s help.

“I’m sorry for when you couldn’t tell me why you cried the entire day but still let me over so I could complain about Kira turning me down.”

That day, you were extremely overwhelmed. Your roommate was out somewhere, so you were left on your own to cry over the endless amount of assignments you had to deal with, on top of everything else. Kuroo had called that day, clearly in distress, and though you were in tears, you wiped them away and put on a weak smile when he showed up at your front door with a pained expression.

You wanted to be there for him. He was your best friend, after all.

“I’m sorry for that time that I left in the middle of our movie night because Ayane called me and wanted to go out to eat together.”

Your heart stung at the memory. The sight of his back getting up from your couch while completely ignoring the hurt in your eyes was still engraved into your memory, even if you spent months trying to forget it. You had called his name, but he was too busy eagerly chattering on the phone to even hear you. When he turned around, it was to bid you goodbye before abruptly leaving you with a half-eaten bag of popcorn and an animated movie still running that you no longer felt like finishing.

“I’m sorry for making you think you didn’t mean anything to me.”

Did you make an impact on his life? Deep down, you had hoped you did, so he’d always remember you.

“I’m sorry for taking advantage of your friendship.”

That, he definitely did.

“I’m sorry for being the worst friend ever. I miss you so much, Y/N.”

Why were you crying again? Your hands came up to wipe at your cheeks before hurriedly video calling Kenma’s phone.

When he picked up, the first thing he did was sigh at the sight of your disheveled appearance. If you weren’t completely in tears, you may have laughed at his attitude towards the situation, but all you could do was let out a weak whimper.

“I think he’s drunk,” he spoke without you needing to say anything. The thought of Kuroo only texting you because he was inebriated hurt you even more.

“He’s such an asshole,” you managed to croak out between your cries. Kenma only nodded, eyes clearly focused on the screen of his PC. Briefly, they turned to look at you again and his expression softened.

“You should’ve blocked him,” he mumbled, and a weak laugh left your lips. “Are you going to reply?”

You were quiet for a bit, before shaking your head.

And with that, Kenma hummed softly. He stayed on the phone with you until you finished crying over his childhood friend, and only hung up when you finally promised him you’d call him again the next day.

Tomorrow came quicker than you thought it would, and you managed to ignore Kuroo’s messages without giving into the temptation to text him back. Your life went back to normal, relatively, aside from one thing.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you for not understanding me when you gave me advice. I was childish, and only wanted to hear what I wanted to hear.”

Now, Kuroo was texting you everyday with something he was supposedly sorry for. And now, you were calling Kenma everyday to beg him to tell Kuroo to stop, to just leave you alone so you could move on. And every day, Kenma would tell you that you both knew how stubborn Kuroo could be when he put his mind to something.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you whenever you needed me even though you were always the first one to worry about me and how I was doing.”

At this point, it had been a few days since the initial text, and you wanted nothing more than to find him and yell at him to leave you alone. You were fine with brief interactions, pretending like your feelings for him never existed and he never regarded you as someone he could trust with his deepest feelings. You were fine with that.

“I’m sorry for being stupid and being able to understand everyone else’s feelings except for my best friend’s.”

But now he was pushing your boundaries. He was asking for more than what you could give him without giving him your entire heart again. You knew, and Kenma probably knew too, that if Kuroo kept doing this, you’d end up forgiving him. You’d give up on all the work it took over the past few months to get over him and go back to being his best friend if he asked you to. All that courage you put in to cut him off in the first place would disappear, and you’d be back to square one.

“I’m sorry for not realizing you liked me, and that I like you too.”

That was the last straw.

“You’re a prick.”

His response was almost immediate.

“Can I call you?”

Before you even had the chance to reply, your phone was buzzing in your hand and you nearly dropped it in your surprise. Without thinking, you picked up. And you cursed yourself for doing that.

“Y/N,” his familiar voice calling your name in that teary tone nearly made you cry again. Instead, you bit down on your lower lip to prevent the sadness crawling up your throat. You could hear the noises of cars passing by on the other line. He must’ve been outside

“Y/N, I missed you so much,” Kuroo’s voice was weak, and cracked a bit as he spoke, as if he too was holding back tears. “Thank you for picking up the phone.”

There was silence between the two of you for a bit before you shakily breathed in.

“Please stop texting me,” you finally managed to mumble. “Please stop thinking that you actually have feelings for me just because I was a comfortable person to fall back to when you didn’t have anyone else to go on dates with at the time.”

“That’s not the case--”

“If that’s not the case, then what is, Kuroo?” you interrupted, voice trembling. “I’ve had these feelings for you for so long, and now all of a sudden I’m gone and you like me too? Fuck off, I can’t believe you of all people would think so lightly of my feelings.”

“Listen,” his voice was pleading. “It’s not like that. Can I talk to you in person?”

“If I see you, I’m just going to cry again,” you laughed bitterly. You could hear shuffling on the other line.

“Then I’ll hold you until you stop crying,” he retorted firmly, and your heart jumped in your chest. How long had you waited to hear him speak like that about you? Like he just might share the same adoration for you that you did for him?

“You won’t even be able to find me,” you mumbled more to yourself than to him. It wasn’t like you were at your apartment, after all. You needed to get away.

“If you really think that,” you jumped at the sound of his voice closer than you thought. Looking up from your feet, your traitorous heart rate raced at the sight of those familiar almond eyes and unfixable bedhead. “Then I must’ve been a really bad friend, huh?”

You spent an excessive amount of time just staring up at him from your spot on the swings, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. He had bags under his eyes, and his bedhead was a little messier than it had previously been. Despite all that, the man in front of you was undoubtedly the best friend you’d caught feelings for.

“...how’d you find me?” you finally asked as he took a seat on the swing next to your own.

“I wanna say that I’m just a genius, but honestly, you never removed me from seeing your location.”

Your eyes adjusted to the brightness of his screen. When you spotted the familiar profile photo of your smiling face on the map, all you could do was sigh. Anxiously, you ran your sweaty palms along your pants to wipe them off.

“I’ve said it a dozen times at this point,” Kuroo tucked his phone back into his pants, “But I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you mumbled, exhausted of his apologies at this point.

��I don’t know what more I can say besides I’m sorry,” he admitted weakly. You couldn’t find the courage to lift your head to look at his probably desperate expression. “I’ll be honest. I wanted to respect your wishes at first. If you wanted distance, I’d give it to you. But the more time passed, the more I missed you.”

You fiddled with your fingers and the edge of your shirt, trying to find any distraction so you didn’t have to listen to his explanation.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured, “I thought I was an idiot, for treating you the way I did. I took advantage of how comfortable I was around you, and when you finally left me, I realized how lucky I was to have someone I could be so myself with.”

He turned to look at you, and you finally lifted your gaze to meet his eyes. Your heart ached. He looked so tired.

“Have you been eating?” You asked quietly.

“See?” He smiled bitterly. “You care so much about me, and all I do is take that kindness and give nothing back.”

You felt tears prick at your eyes again as he took your hand and placed it onto his cheek, the familiar warmth of his hand reminding you that you truly would never be able to get over him.

“I hate you,” you lied through the tears slipping down your cheeks, “so much for everything you’ve done. For making me fall for you.”

“I’ll spend as long as it takes making it up to you if you’ll let me,” his other hand reached up to brush your tears away. “As your friend, and as someone who finally realized his feelings for you too late. And if I’m lucky, I hope you’ll let me back into your life.”

“It won’t be the same,” you admitted honestly. Truthfully, your friendship would never be the same after all the hurt you endured because of him. Things that may have seemed so small to other people hurt you deeply, solely because you trusted him so much.

“I trusted you to be there and to understand me,” you told him, “and you ignored all that. You can’t expect that to be fixed so quickly.”

“I know,” he brushed your hair behind your ear. “So I’ll give my all to build a new relationship with you. One where I’ll be better, and won’t hurt you ever again.”

The two of you were silent as you cried. Through your tears, you could see his wet eyes. The sight brought a weak laugh to your lips.

“Kenma said you’re way too stubborn when you put your mind to something,” you smiled sadly. “This is your last chance, Kuroo. Don’t ruin it.”

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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💙Sat 12 Dec ‘20💙

◟̽◞̽ LIVE FROM LONDON aka “5 TIMES LOUIS NEARLY GAVE US HEART ATTACKS AND THE ONE TIME HE RAISED OUR BODIES BACK TO LIFE” ◟̽◞̽

The hype leading up to the event was beautiful and nerve wracking, with Louis' Walls streams showing the largest gain since release week, new merch dropping (pink! So much pink! It is the color of rock n roll after all...plus it's available in sizes ranging from XS to 3XL fuck yeah, so nice), LTHQ and Veeps whipping everyone into a frenzy with a barrage of tweets, plus Louis tweeted “if you have a speaker round the house plug it in, if you're old enough get yourself a drink. This is going to be special!” (fan: if I do that my mom will kill me! Louis, basically- fuck that, do what you want!), and then he posted the set list which genuinely took my stress levels down like 90% THANK YOU LOUIS, I was able to simply enjoy the cool static-y countdown with its rainbow glitches for a few. But ofc any calm went completely down the toilet the second he walked out with a giant ass H on his chest (the first heart attack) and started singing maybe the best he's ever sung in his life?? My heart was still pounding three minutes later when he sang the softest, most gorgeous version of We Made It, standing in front of a giant rainbow wheel. The arrangements on every song were incredible (the string section? YES!). He did the best version of Through The Dark I've ever heard and that song is already my fucking favorite, That Version of Two Of Us, ACOUSTIC ONLY THE BRAVE, rock Always You, stadium rock Fearless, and we all know about his version of Beautiful War (WOW), listen do I need to list every song? I WILL DON'T TRY ME. But on top of all that-- the NEW SONG!! Copy of a Copy of a Copy is, uh, amazing?? It's just... so GOOD...so.. gestures vaguely at like... all of it. The sound! The lyrics! GORGEOUS, and he really gets into the figurative lyrical territory that he admires so much in others' songs and has said he wants to do more, I love seeing that so much and the results are just... sublime. Truly. Much chatter now about the similarity in sound to Sign of the Times, as if it wasn't terrific enough already. So much to love about it! And I even loved the inclusion of the fan videos on KMM-- they were just on the screens behind Louis, it totally worked with the general cool look of everything and didn't detract at all, and tbh Louis singing directly to the wall of singing louies was actually so lovely and precious. In conclusion, his voice throughout was PHENOMENAL, the band were great, strings included (hire those women Louis take them on the road, please!), the sets and lighting design and direction were awesome, the whole aesthetic was just SO on point, Louis said it best-- “we smashed it”. YEAH. YOU DID.

Other things: you didn’t think I was done with THAT FUCKING H SHIRT did you? It doesn't just have a GIANT H in the middle, above that (like tags!) are five asterisks, *****. YEAH. Look familiar? Yeah to me also damnnn. So, “end it”, “Harry”, or both? Poll time! Hair update: in a combined “you always come thru for your louies” and “you fucking demon troll” moment that's perfectly Louis he DID take his hat off to show us the glorious mane but I'm pretty sure he also trimmed it before the show! And: Hot Oli is already in the rearview I guess; ah we barely knew ye, but a new photog has appeared on the scene: enter Josh Halling (prev worked with Sam Fender) taking show pics today, including a super cool one on Louis' insta. Welcome to the team? Being a better guy than Jordan is a low bar, so just try to clear that one sir? And keep feeding us those great Louis pics! And: WBK Louis likes his backstage vodka redbull (and onstage 'water' bottles), and he confirmed between songs- “the power of vodka for me mate I’m loving it!” (straight? no, gay!). And: was the CK hoodie Louis was wearing in the pre show publicity photo (thanks Hot Oli) Harry's CK hoodie? Or simply a Copy of a…. well you know. And: hey guess what-- I gotta hand it to Veeps, against all odds that stream was flawless! Plus they got rid of the chat which was probably to facilitate that but also I simply appreciated it, good call. The Genius lyrics page for Copy of a Copy of a Copy did crash after the show though so it's cool don't worry; we've still got it. And finally: lots of people are talking now about how cool the show was but do any of them matter except DMAs reposting the pic on insta with hearts?! LOVE that for Louis.

And for the aftershow we got Louis on twitter! He thanked everyone (us, the crew, the band, Charlie, the strings, veeps, “all my personal team”), and answered a Q about doing another one-- “potentially but I doubt it, wanted to make this one special so no plans at the moment to do another.” About Copy he said “it will remain in the set for the tour and live shows but not sure when/if it will be released yet” but also re inclusion on LT2 “Probably but I want to keep all my options open. Very early in the process. Enjoy the moment!”

The rest of the day was pretty slow thank god, just some prerecorded content from Liam (a wizarding world spot) and a tik tok that's just him in the dark, shirtless, reacting to a fan screaming (literally) about how he apparently got relationship advice from Liam via facetime last night. And today's daily alarm, which was actually pretty wild, Liam and Roman reading a whole long rhyming poem about waking up! Very impressive indeed, I especially like when they rhyme “santa” with “banter”, perfectly British! And then also a strange interlude of Roman talking about how to impersonate Keanu Reeves, okay.

#Louis Tomlinson #louis #liam #DNL is the doncaster postcode #Harry with trumpets and Louis with strings is how it should always be what a week we're having!!#RIP the Catfish song but it is one for jumping aorund with a crowd and he made his point anyway #re: coacoac it's not remotely ideal for an account like this but tbh it takes a few days at least for me to #really absorb new music. So I know I'm going to love it I already do but IDK like what I'll THINK beyond that #in what WAY do I love it? I just dont want to say just yet #the H shirt also said 1895 on the bottom PM me and say hi if you just had war flashbacks #am now doubly convinced the five asterisks on the merch were END IT #a knock off rainbow bear on twitter (where else) made waves with an expensive banana dick necklace but it aint louis #probably a knock of necklace for a knock off bear nothing more #cute vogue cover dress though I love that #stuart cameron #aka #hot oli #joshua halling #roman kemp #DMAs #listen I LOVE THIS OKAY #copy of a copy of a copy #12 dec 20 #louis shirts #SBB #did I mention how I would die for that version of fearless? not more than the others but like #I feel like people dont like that song much #but I do SO MUCH #also anyone who isn't noticing me and the intern's title changes (ie everyone literally no one but us cares) is MISSING OUT #they come and go quickly but coming up with various pairs is great fun

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