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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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inspirational ~ corpse husband

word count: 1589

request?: yes!

“Hi! I was wondering if you could do a corpse husband imagine where the reader has a feeding tube? If you can’t that’s perfectly fine, I just haven’t been able to find one yet.”

description: in which the group plays with a popular streamer that has a feeding tube and corpse tells her how much she inspires him

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of chronic pain and cancer, also i only know a little bit about feedings tubes, i tried to do research in order to make myself more familiar but if there’s a lot of inaccuracies or anything i am very sorry i’m gonna try my best

masterlist (one, two)

Corpse listened to his friends shouting at one another to accuse each other of being sus. As usual, there was no use in trying to get a word in. Corpse spoke so softly that no one would even hear him unless they wanted to hear what he was saying.

“(Y/N)!” Toast suddenly exclaimed. “You’re being very quiet right now.”

“Because my damn tube is mixed up in my headphone wires!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sounding like she was far away from her mic. The group chuckled and continued with their conversation about who they thought the imposter was.

(Y/N) was a known Twitch streamer and YouTuber that rose to popularity when she started a series on her YouTube channel to show her journey through cancer treatments. Long before his own sudden boom in popularity, Corpse had watched all of her videos and became invested in her Twitch streams as well. Being someone who also struggled with chronic illness and pain, Corpse felt a sense of hope watching (Y/N) go through her treatment and still seem to optimistic in life and so productive in her YouTube and Twitch channels.

When Toast messaged the Amigops group to ask if anyone wanted to join his Among Us lobby with (Y/N), Corpse jumped at the chance. He hadn’t had much time to speak with her alone, but he was hoping to be able to tell her how much watching her content lifted him up during his worst times.

The meeting ended with no one being voted and brought them back to the office of the Polus map. Since they were playing with proximity chat, the argument from the meeting immediately continued with Rae and Toast warning everyone to stay away from Sean, who they were susing at the second imposter after already voting out Charlie.

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink astronaut run out of the office, silent amongst the chaos. He waited a moment before deciding to follow her, hoping he could meet her somewhere alone so he could talk to her.

He ran into O2 and noticed a pink bean in the boiler room stood by the water wheels. He ran in and stood in the doorway a moment before speaking.

“Hello (Y/N).”

“Ah fuck!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Corpse! Don’t scare me like that!”

Corpse chuckled. “Sorry, I’ll warn you next time.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m okay with that. I feel like being killed by Corpse Husband in Among Us is like a rite of passage at this point.”

Corpse slowly approached (Y/N) to which she quickly ran away from him to the other water wheel. He laughed again before assuring her, “I’m not an imposter, you can trust me.”

“I don’t think I can, but I will choose to trust,” she told him.

“I actually came looking for you because I wanted to talk to you.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

There were so many things running through Corpse’s mind. He just wanted to blurt out everything he had thought about (Y/N) and her story, to thank her for giving him hope, to tell her what an inspiration she was. But his words caught in his throat and he struggled to get anything out.

Finally, he said, “What’s it like trying to be a streamer with your...with the um...”

“The feeding tube?” (Y/N) finished for him. “You can say it, Corpse. It’s not exactly a secret.”

He sighed, glad that she had a joking tone about it. “Yeah, with the feeding tube.”

“It’s annoying,” (Y/N) admitted. “Like...I’m assuming you’ve seen my streams or my videos but for the sake of anyone watching your stream who hasn’t: I have a nasogastric feeding tube, or an NG-tube, which is a feeding tube that goes in through the nose. As cliché as it is, just picture Hazel Grace from the Fault in our Stars. Additional cliché, I have it because I had cancer and the treatments left me so malnourished that I need a feeding tube even after I’ve gone into remission. So, because it’s tubes that are connected in my nose, I keep getting my headphone wires tangled in my tube or, very rarely, my mic wires, and it’s fucking annoying. It hurts like a bitch when I go to stand up and I yank the wires by accident or something.”

“Does...does anything else hurt? Because of the cancer or the treatment or anything?”

“Not as much as it used to. I went into remission like nearly a year ago, so I’m doing better. It’s a process, but it’s had an amazing outcome in the end so I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“I find you really inspirational,” Corpse finally blurted.

He felt his face heat up with slight embarrassment as (Y/N) giggled. “You do?”

“Yeah. I followed your series about your recovery and I’ve watched some of your livestreams every now and then. What always stood out to me was when you talked about the negative side effects of your treatment, and eventually having to put the feeding tube in and how you’ve found that effects you, too. Being someone with chronic illness and constant pain, I’ve also had those days where it feels like even getting out of bed is too much work and I don’t feel like I can stream or make a video, but then my anxiety tells me that everyone is going to forget about me if I don’t make some type of content, so it’s just an internal struggle when really I should be resting.”

“Being a content creator and having an illness is tough,” (Y/N) agreed. “It feels like you can’t take a day off. I sometimes regret making that series because on days that I felt absolutely awful, I didn’t want to film or edit anything, but I felt like I had to because so many people were watching. Ironically enough, that became the topic of one of those videos; I just sat in front of my camera looking the worst I think I’ve ever looked on camera and talked about how exhausted I felt just from being alive, but felt like I couldn’t rest because of my channel. That’s when I started taking longer breaks between videos and streaming. Your fans won’t leave you, not the true fans anyways. They’ll always be by your side even if you decide to disappear from the Internet forever.”

Corpse half smiled to himself. “I’ve thought about doing that sometimes.”

“It’ll be easy for you to do that where you’re faceless. No one would bother you even after you left the Internet cause they’d have no idea it was you unless you spoke.”

A brief pause in their conversation caused them to hear Sean yelling as he ran past the room. (Y/N) giggled and walked out of the room. Corpse followed, hoping to continue the conversation somewhere else.

“It means a lot to me that you think that about me, though,” (Y/N) continued as she ran into the storage room. “I find you pretty inspirational too.”

This took Corpse by surprise. He didn’t know how to respond. Sure, he heard that all the time from his fans, and it always meant the world to him to know that people found him to be an inspiration, but it felt different to hear that from someone he had looked up to for so long.

“I wish I could’ve been a faceless creator like you,” she said when Corpse didn’t respond. “One of my biggest regrets is probably showing my face online. Although, it wouldn’t make sense for me not to show my face when I’m making a series about cancer treatment, but people can be mean. Even when someone is struggling with illness or a disease, the Internet doesn’t care. Whatever makes them feel better over someone else feeling like shit.”

“I still get a lot of hateful messages even though I’m faceless, though.”

“You do, but you’re so unbothered by it. Publicly anyways. When I get messages about how sickly I look I get so overwhelmed with sadness and I just wanna delete my channel forever. I can’t even fake not caring because it really does effect me.”

“Stick with me, I’ll teach you my ways. My favorite is trolling the troll.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I’d like that a lot.”

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink bean approach his black one. “I’m glad we had this chat, Corpse. It made me really happy, but now it also makes doing this a lot harder.”

Corpse gasped as a kill animation popped up on the screen and (Y/N)’s astronaut quickly disappeared into the nearby vent. He was stunned into silence for a long time, just watching his ghost floating above his dead body. To make matters worse, (Y/N) had closed the door to storage so no one would find his body unless they had to go in there.

Charlie’s ghost floated through the walls and came to float next to Corpse’s. “Figured out Jack wasn’t the other imposter, huh?”

“Yeah,” Corpse said, laughing. “She really had me fooled. Buttered me up with compliments then killed me.”

“I taught her well,” Charlie comments before floating away again.

Corpse couldn’t help but laugh about the situation. He wasn’t mad, more impressed than anything. And he was a little happy; he got to talk to someone that had always been an inspiration to him and he made a new friend.

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agendratum · 3 years

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ok so

as usual after finishing an arc of mdzs my head is full, many thoughts. so let’s talk about the guanyin temple confrontation.

first thing that i kept paying attention to were actually the changes made in order to turn it into live-action. so in cql they had to make the gray-gray characters, the “there are no good or bad guys, just people and their circumstances” characters (unless you’re jgs, than yeah you’re a bad guy and everyone agrees on that actually) into slightly more black and white characters. by the end of cql we are lured into this fake sense of security, “haha, we know who the bad guy is!” (then a year passes and here you are, now a jgy apologist), by the end of mdzs, you just know that, well, decisions were made, unfortunate decisions, by many different people.

cql had to make wwx into a bit nicer version of himself. the good protagonist couldn’t lose control and accidentally kill a bunch of people, and then kill another bunch of people fully willingly, cause his sister just died and that was the last connection he had to the idea that something still matters in this world. no, out protagonist should be... like a little bit nicer than that. so they lifted some of that responsibility for atrocities off him, but they couldn’t just evaporate it, could they? they had to put it somewhere. they put it on jgy. after all he’s the big bad in the end of the story, well, the only surviving person from all people that could be considered big bads, he’s the one that “did every terrible deed imaginable”. he could take that responsibility, they had to make his grayness into a slightly darker shade anyway.

i am actually kinda surprised by how different my reaction to jgy was in mdzs. obviously, there is a year difference between me watching cql and me reading this part of mdzs, and over that year i changed my opinion on jgy 5 thousand times and joined the camp “actually meng yao deserves all the best things in the world”, but anyway. when i was watching cql i was like, oh my god, can someone just kill him already, before he does something bad again, before more bullcrap comes out of his mouth, and also stop yelling at this kid about all the “valid” reasons to why you killed his dad. in mdzs my reaction to jgy’s confessions was like, “huh. he has a point”.

now don’t get me wrong there, some shitty things were done, but the thing is, the things he did really made sense from his point of view, from this position and life experience he really had no other way to go. i especially was convinced by his reasoning to why he couldn’t cancel his engagement with qin su. not only he would suffer from this story, because he already went through so much to make this marriage possible, but also qin su’s parents and herself would most likely suffer, their public image would be destroyed, only jgs wouldn’t lose anything. and you could feel the hatred and bitterness he felt towards his father talking about this, and everyone in the temple could agree with that, because he “just forgot he made another child”, he didn’t even notice.

another interesting detail for me was lxc saying, “it’s not that i didn’t know that you did some of these things, it’s that i thought you had a good reason for doing them”. so yeah, a reminder, lxc isn’t blind and he isn’t an idiot. he trusted a person he thought he knew better than anyone else, and he believed in this person. the problem, i think, is that “a good reason” is different for lxc and for jgy. lxc would understand a righteous reason, doing something for the greater good. working for wen ruohan? that was explainable. they all were fighting in a war, fighting for the better, brighter future, and meng yao’s contribution to that future was immeasurable. what if he killed some people there? he had a good reason in lxc’s eyes. but meng yao had other good reasons in his life, some of these reasons lxc never had to deal with in his life. survival, for example, is one of them. meng yao’s early years were very different from lxc’s. not to say that lxc’s life was easy, but it was never truly unstable. meng yao had to learn how to survive in a world where no one wanted him. he lived with one dream, promised to him by his mother, a future where he wouldn’t have to suffer anymore, where he wouldn’t have to smile at people he hated, please every one of their desires so they wouldn’t harm him. and then he entered this life promised to him and he still had to survive, but now in a luxurious man-eats-man world of lanling jin.

meng yao’s life really was this unstoppable ball of snow rolling down the mountain, and every decision he made just made the ball bigger and it would just roll faster. there is even a moment where jgy accuses lxc of being naive. lxc isn’t really naive, of course, it was said in the heat of the moment, but it is a fact that lxc was never kicked down a staircase, never had to crawl back up, and the thing is, at the bottom of the staircase, there are other good reasons to do things.

and in a way lxc understood that jgy in his position really didn’t have any other choices, he just couldn’t find peace in this mindset. he kept repeated through that part, “and yet, and yet, you shouldn’t have done that, you should have...” and he never said what exactly jgy should have done. because lxc doesn’t know. jgy doesn’t know. no one knows. what choices were better? how could he fix all that and still survive? in a way, lxc saying that reminded me of wangxian farewell in the burial mounds. when lwj asks, “you really indent to keep going like this?” and wwx, who wished, who longed for another solution, for some way out, asked him, “what else can i do? what method can i choose to resolve this, not use this technique and still protect people i want to protect?” and lwj didn’t have an answer. lxc didn’t have an answer either.

another amazing thing about guanyin temple confrontation, is that it’s very heavily wwx’s pov. most on the novel is his pov of course, but there were a loot of his thoughts in this arc. and he was rather understanding towards jgy. not in a way “i agree with every reasoning behind every decision you made” but in a way “i understand that you had your reasons, but all of them will become irrelevant really soon, they already are, because the crowd will only remember you as a son of a whore who did every terrible deed imaginable, and all the good deeds will be forgotten”

now his thoughts on nhs, or who he suspected nhs to be, were way less nice. especially compared to live action, nhs didn’t make such an impression on me as he made through wwx’s thought process in the end of guanyin temple arc. of course, wwx is no sect leader yao, he is not the one to jump to conclusions, he just noticed that if you put some facts together, they actually start making a lot of sense, and formed a full picture. but he didn’t have any proof, so he kept it mostly to himself. yet he still thought for a moment about nhs as someone who didn’t care about collateral damage that much, who was ready to sacrifice lives of juniors, sect leaders, anyone, if it would add to jgy’s kill count and make his fall and destruction even more disastrous. not that those are not the things that happened in live action, but you know, when wwx put it all together like that in one paragraph, i really felt it. like, oof, dude it’s ROUGH. and not even jgy’s death was enough, as nhs basically admitted to stealing meng shi’s body and planning to repay jgy for what he did to nmj’s body. yikes

i mean i still support nhs in everything he does, but yikes

also side note, glad that the dead cats situation finally became clear for me. this whole year i was so confused about who left all these dead cats for juniors to find. i thought maybe xue yang did?? to lure wwx?? so apparently it was also nhs. good to know.

another detail, probably the last one my brain can generate for now, that pained me a great deal was my poor child jin ling. i already cried about some things related to him and this arc, but there was another little one in the very end here, after jgy died. jin ling realised, that there were now three people, wwx, wn and jgy, his little uncle, that were responsible for his parents’ death. people he had every right and reason to hate. all three of them. and yet he couldn’t hate any of them. he couldn’t avenge his parents, that died so long ago he couldn’t remember them, because all three people responsible for what happened, had something, some reasons, some circumstances, that made them really not the bad guys in jin ling’s life. and they all cared about him, protected him. how could he hate them? how could he not? and in this way this poor child repeats, unfortunately, his uncle’s curse. to have someone he wants to hate so much but just simply can’t. it warms my heart at least that jin ling has a much better support system than jc had when he had to live through that experience. so there is hope.

#not rereading this #ok that's a lit i'll for sure reread this later #lie*#yana reads mdzs #and writes long long long metas #meta #the untamed

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elysianslove · 4 years

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Hi! <3 I'm the roomate hc anon again (lol) and can I request best friends to lovers hc for iwaizumi, kuroo and oikawa? Also this blog is gonna blow up soon so remember me when you're famous bro 😌✊️❤️

OMG HI AGAIN! i’m so sorry this is late :( but oh my the excitement that flooded through me when i saw this request hsvhjsd. i really hope you enjoy this!! also vshdks i luv u bb THANK YOU.

iwaizumi hajime

im making these as detailed as fuck so i apologize in advance <3

becoming best friends with hajime was a very out of the blue thing

the two of you shared a lot of classes together, and since you were always seeing each other, you’d choose each other as partners a lot

you’d sit next to him in all the classes that you could

you’d meet up a lot during school breaks and just hang out

you two clicked very well honestly, like you found that it was so easy to talk to him, and it was so easy to lose yourself in the conversation

most of your convos are v mature and sophisticated too like

it’s nice when you can talk to someone on the same brain wavelength as you yk 😼

anyways overtime you’d come to his practice sessions, and even if they were long you’d just stay and watch bc why not

if you had hw to do and he noticed you were a lil stressed about it, he’d tell u to come study while he practiced as a change of scenery and all

he’d walk you home almost every night at this point

oikawa noticing and being jealous <3

“they’re stealing you from me!” “they’re not— what is wrong with you oikawa.”

okay so this best friend stuff has been going on for a long time

long enough for you to realize you wanted more from him

but this is iwaizumi hajime and it’s almost impossible to know what he’s thinking

ever

so you just keep it to yourself, thinking it’s just a small crush and it’s not worth ruining what the two of you have at this rate

so all this had happened first year, and when you’re nearing the end of your second year

that’s when you realize that

shit

it’s not just a crush

and when you have feelings for someone, every little thing they do expands a million times in your head

so a hug from him that you’d once never go over twice has you thinking about it as you go to sleep

the hoodies he’d lend you during practice while you stayed in the gym bc it was ungodly cold in there now send tingles down your spine at the lingering scent of him

the way he’d grab your hand to drag you somewhere now leave a heavy effect on your palm, forcing you to trace it once he’s gone

his texts give you butterflies

every time his name pops up on your phone screen you have a mini heart attack

and yeah

those are all symptoms of a crush

but is a crush meant to last this long?

at the start of your third year, you greet him outside of the school gates after not seeing you all summer

he smiles so bright and hugs you so, so tightly

you already are so hyperaware of how strong iwa is

but the feelings you have for him that won’t go away are so not helping your fixation on the feel of his biceps

anyways before this becomes v nsfw

you two catch up like u had met yesterday

and then at the end of the day, after practice, which you stay for bc u missed ur vbc boys 🥺

he walks you home

like always

and as he stands by your front door, in a burst of courage, he takes your hand in his and pulls you harshly towards him, pushing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss

it’s so messy and harsh and you pretty much collided

but holy shit

you were pretty sure fireworks erupted when you two kissed

years of pining and what had felt like unrequited love finally being resolved

it’s the most satisfying feeling ever

you never want to stop kissing him

but alas </3

when he pulls back, you’re both breathing so heavily

you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the kiss itself

and he just looks at you and goes “did u tan while you’re away ur eyes look brighter”

no sir i am in love with you

when you two officiate things

he’s actually way shyer than he was as best friends???

like as best friends he wouldn’t feel slightly weird about hugging you in public or grabbing at your hand randomly or being seen alone with you

but now like

people know ??? and somehow that scares iwa

or makes him uncomfortable

idk he just feels iffy

but ur so understanding bless ur heart <3

ur so careful with him and take it at his own pace

zero pda at the start of the relationship

like he won’t even wanna hug u in front of the seijoh team

but slowly he warms up

and he starts getting more comfortable with things like hand holding and occasional pecks on the cheek/lips

your traditions as best friends don’t die as lovers

if anything you believe in them even more

now you watch more diligently during practice

you proudly attend his games in his jersey, cheering the loudest for him (and for the rest of the boys bc they: best)

walks home with you are so much more serene

always gives you a kiss before he parts ways

idk it’s like some sort of commemoration for your first kiss/confession

unless you invite him inside 😏

this is so fucking long im so sorry i just love iwa

anyways anybody want boyfriend!iwa headcanons i got a lot hehe

to conclude, it was so gradual and inevitable with the two of you, and you’re forever glad it happened when it did and you hadn’t rushed anything <3333

oikawa tōru

unlike hajime, this wasn’t something that took one or two years

this bitch couldn’t admit he was in love with you for like 10 years okay

you’ve known him for the majority of your life, because you’d always lived in close proximity to each other

but you were never best friends yk? just acquaintances

it was around the end of middle school when you two got close

cause you saw he was applying to aoba johsai for high school

and you were like !!! i’m going there too

at first he was like stop copying me 😾

you guys had a staring contest bc y’all are idiots and there were legit tears streaming down ur face but u were not about to lose to a pissbaby like him

he blinked 😁👍🏼

and he lost

and then he decided “you’re my best friend now ”

anyways aside iwa, he now had someone else he was going into high school with

like it’s a completely new environment but he had two people he very much liked going with him !!!

when the time came around to like apply for/join clubs, you had been so clueless

but toru stuck by you !! and he was so adamant on helping you !!

he would sit with you after school as he practiced tossing with hajime and just brainstorm with you what you liked to do

it’s what brought you two closer together

cause you realized just how many things in common you had with him

for a full week he tried to help you come up with something

for the sake of this hc let’s say u decide to join the newsletter club

you’re very wary at first but then he’s like when ur part of it you’ll visit the vbc regularly so u can take pictures/observe to write essays

the fact that toru would be there kinda set you at ease

now you’ve never seen toru play properly

he’s practiced in front of you before

plenty of times

but a proper match? or a practice one?

never

so it’s safe to say u were in awe when you got assigned to go watch a practice match against (idk pick a school)

it’s embarrassing to admit but your eyes were on him the entire time

thank god he became the captain later on else it’d be so sus

you really tried to pay attention to anybody else lmfao

it’s kinda what drew you to him more

you still didn’t really have feelings

you only realized just how passionate he is about everything

at some point you had an essay to write for your newsletter about the volleyball club

but you were having a hard time like really getting into it

so you immediately just called toru and were like “help 😃”

he came over and you asked him a bunch of questions, and he would go on deadass 20 min rants for each of them

you were just

so amazed

like how could someone have so much passion for something like this?

you realize how but that’s for later

overtime you two got closer bc of how much your work was associated with him

he’s incredible as a best friend

he’s the first one with the school’s weekly newsletter as soon as it’s out

granted it’s to read the section about him but yk, the sentiment’s there

also love, love, loves lazy days with you

he doesnt even care if the boys know that he worships the chick flicks you two watch

i feel like oikawa would be an avid anime watcher

idk why i just do

so he’d be blasting anime theme songs on a speaker as you’re in the shower and he’s in your room waiting for you and you’re both just singing w the sound of water rushing down

actually it’s not just anime songs it’s all songs

a l l songs

anyways

so you two get really close, and then he has a super important match coming up

let’s say it’s the spring interhigh one against karasuno

the one they won

idk im just choosing at random

and the night before he’s like begging you on text to wear his jersey

he’s like PLEASE NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT FOR ME

you’re like bruh u have a cult following ?????

but eventually u say yes

ur not really sure where it’s coming from but this is oikawa he’s an unpredictable as can be

when you show up in a jersey he so conveniently left at your house once

he’s so genuinely shocked even though he was the one that asked for this???

gives you the biggest hug like spins you around and just

“you’re my lucky charm”

when he wins

after celebrating with his team

he runs over to you

and just

he kisses you

full on the mouth

it’s probably the rush and excitement of winning that gave him the courage to finally spill all his feelings out into this kiss

you’re in his jersey, in the stands and you genuinely feel like it’s only just the two of you

despite how sudden it was the kiss is so gentle, like he’d been planning it since forever

“i told you you’re my lucky charm” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and kisses you gently again

oikawa had already been affectionate as your best friend

always displaying his love outwardly with like always calling out your name so loud whenever he sees you and giving you bone crushing hugs

deadass his 6’0 self will just jump on you

but now it’s extra

makki always gags around the two of you but you just stick ur tongue out at him and go “ur just mad ur best friend’s getting some pussy/dick and ur not”

makki then proceeds to shriek at you like a fucking banshee <3

anyways

yes

oikawa best friends to lovers excellence is so cute eeeekkk

and now u always wear his jersey at games

(u couldnt make it to the game against karasuno where they lost for whatever reason and he held it against u for the longest time)

(“maybe if a certain someone were there we wouldn’t have lost”)

what a big baby you love him

kuroo tetsurō

AH SEXY CHEMISTRY NERD 👅👅👅

kuroo as ur best friend

im frothing

i feel like you’d grow close after meeting at an event or something

like you’re a friend of a friend of a friend

i see kuroo as someone who’s so suave and cool and flirty with people he doesn’t have feelings for

but put the crush factor in and he’s a mess

like his brain just stops working

so when he first met you

he thought u were so fucking hot

but that’s it

his lower body was doing all the thinking <3

so he was so flirty

and that’s essentially what your friendship is built off of

and when friends are so flirty with each other, they generally grow close and trust each other really quickly

ur not a nekoma student but ur in tokyo so you meet up often

you just

it’s so nice to be around him

you find it so easy to just be yourself around him

going out with him is super fun

and a lot of the times you guys have study dates and you literally don’t talk except during the 10 min breaks you two take

it’s just hyper focus for the two of you which is great

he really channels the best student in you what a man !

i think during your third year of high school you two got insanely close

because you were highly unsure if you were gonna leave japan or stay

so you wanted to make the most out of everything

so you’d go out with him more often

he’d stay during the weekends and you two would like bake christmas goods all night even if it’s literally september lmfao

cuddling is so natural

like you’re both so touchy with each other but not in a weird way just a super comfortable kind of way

like if you’re shorter than him, he’s always leaning his arm on you like you’re his arm rest

it’s a win win bc he gets to touch you and tease you

wow the horny really jumped out in that one

anyways

you go to every single one of his games !!

cheer him on so!! fucking!! loud!!

you probably make a provocative sign and stand a chair and just wave it around and kuroo’s so heart eyes lmfao

the climb up to becoming lovers is so

natural?

i think kuroo first realizes that maybe, yk, he wants those flirtatious comments to mean something and those random touches to hold more romantic value to them, when you two are out together

it’s a completely chill day and it’s not really warm not really chilly. you’re just comfortable

he takes you to a park after buying the both of you ice cream from the stand across the street and sits down at a bench with you

just people watching

and then it kinda goes really silent

but

it’s not awkward??? like at all???

he’s not looking to fill the silence with any random words

he’s just

enjoying simply being with you

and he glances at you momentarily and it hits him like so hard just how pretty you are

his eyes slightly widen like

holy fuck

what the f u ck

remember when i said he’s all cool until feelings come into play

yeah 😼

he literally freezes up and blurts out, without even meaning to, “i think i have feelings for you.”

he really didnt even process he said that

you kinda

pause for a second

and then you realize what you said and you just smile and lean over towards him, lifting your thumb up to the corner of his lips and brushing away some ice cream

“you think?” you tease, and then at the spot where the ice cream was misplaced, you placed a gentle kiss

he kinda relaxes and then eyes you as he says, “i know.”

it is just. heaven after that

i think the two of you would be less flirty around each other once becoming official

like yeah he definitely comments once or twice every now and then and don’t get me wrong, so do you

but it’s just less frequent

like a blanket has been lifted to uncover the true, hidden meanings behind the comments and you can now just breathe easier

you two end up in the same uni on accident hevejsk

like you had a long ass talk about how it’s okay if you didn’t end up in the same uni you’d still make it work

and it would’ve worked tbh

fate just ships you two too much

when you told each other you were literally that spiderman meme of the two spidermen pointing at each other lmao

power couple of the uni

power couple of tokyo

power couple of japan

you’re literally so happy with him you wouldn’t trade him for the world

and maybe you saw it coming

but it still remains a shock whenever you wake up and he’s there laying next to you, smiling lazily at you before reaching over to give you a gentle kiss

anyways happy early birthday king i love you kuroo hehe

end note; i really had a lotta fun w this one omg!! thank you again for requesting, anon, and i hope everybody else enjoyed!! feel free to request, mwah <3

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years

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Huan Beifong x female airbender part 2

Part one here

Part three here

Tagged: @kakashisrighteyeball because you wanted more Huan ;)

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After weeks of awkwardness, Wei and Wing’s meddling and your father’s unprovoked attack of Huan, the two of you finally start dating....

Your first date with Huan was a resounding success and from them on you were both constantly travelling between Zafou and Republic City for more. When you came to Zafou Su was fine with you staying in their home but your father was not as progressive and so Huan was forced to find other arrangements when visiting Republic City. Huan startled his aunt Lin by basically showing up on her doorstep one day, calling payment for 18 years of ignoring his existence. Huan was never one to seek people out or force them to let him live there but when it came to you he was very determined and so even Lin Beifong couldn’t deter him.

The Beifongs were all amused by your effect on Huan and Su soon learnt that if she wanted Huan to do something she just had to incorporate you into the situation.

"Huan theres an event i need you to attend...". "No". "You can bring y/n". "Fine".

"Huan your father needs your help". "No". "If you help him you can go to the fire nation and visit y/n this summer". "Okay".

"Huan i need you to...". "No". "If you do i’ll let you invite y/n over the week Wing and Wei are away". "Deal".

You became her favourite barganing chip and as much as Huan knew what his mother was doing he didn’t care. The benefits of seeing you outweighed any chore or social event she required of him. But it wasn’t that Huan had become weak or whipped, nor had his personality changed. Instead it was small behavioural changes. Like how Huan walked or sat in a room. We was still introvereted and quiet but they all noticed how much his confidence has grown. He was confident in his differences now and didn’t take offence to their confusion with his “oddities”. You’d encouraged him to try things he didn’t think of and the permanent stream of positivity and support seemed to make Huan thrive.

A great example of this was the event Huan was hosting in Republic City. You had managed to convince Huan to show some of his works in Republic City for a charity event. You told him it was for a great cause (refugees from harmonic convergence) and would boost his artistic repuation. So Huan agreed to host the event and auction off some of his best pieces of work (but of course not the painting he made for you). You were so excited for the reception you knew Huan’s art would get and helped in any way you could. Tenzin, Korra, Suyin and (reluctantly) your father all put togther their contacts meaning the event was fully booked and you just knew everyone would love Huan’s work. But you also knew Huan wasn’t as thrilled as you...he was a nervous wreck to put it accurately. Half the appeal of becoming an artist was he couldn’t be judged by objective measures and an exhibition put him right in the centre of critique from all of the four nations and that thought did not thrill Huan.

Needless to say the closer the event got the more stressed Huan became and the journey over to Republic City from Zafou was not pretty. According to Wing he didn’t stop shouting and snapping at everyone until he saw got off the airship and saw you. Then he mellowed and they were all very annoyed you hadn’t been invited for the journey. Unsuprisingly you were enthusiastically invited to the hotel suite to spend the day with the Biefongs before the event later that evening. You knew you were mainly just there as a destressor for Huan but you didn’t mind, you’d gotten him into this so you had to help get him through it.

You lounged around with Huan for the remainder of the day, just trying to take his mind off the event later but it was honestly an amazing day. You loved just spending time together and didn’t get many opportunities living so far away from each other so you royally made the most of it. However, your lazy day did have to end as the event crept closer and you had to leave to go prepare for it. You told Huan and he sighed "but it's still hours away, you don’t have to go just yet...". You smirked "i know what you're trying, we're not procrastinating, i'm going to go get ready and you’re going to start getting ready when i leave and then i will see you there". Huan rolled his eyes but nodded "okay". "I'll try and get their early but the whole families coming so I will definitely be late but i just wanted to tell you how proud of you i am". Huan blushed, he still hadn’t gotten used to you being so open about your feelings and praise. He tried to look away but you pulled him hands to make him look at you. Huan still tried to turn away and a tug war ensued and ended up with you yanked beside him on the sofa laughing. "Huan i will pin you down if i have to”" you cried but Huan only smiled "fine by me". You rolled your eyes but still smiled brightly at him "You will do brilliantly okay? Everyone who's coming is going to see how amazing you are and you're going to get recognition for all your hard work". Huan sighed but you could see the hope in his eyes "fine okay". You smiled and looked at him "i know part of you is slightly excited". Huan shook his head "not really". You kissed him suprising him and Huan started to kiss you back when you pulled away "admit you’re excited or i'll never kiss you again". "Y/n" Huan groaned but you smirked "say it!". "Fine i'm excited" he sighed and you grinned. You went to get up but Huan grabbed you lightly "hey wait i did it! You have to kiss me! That's the rules". "I didn't say right away" you smirked and Huan raised an eyebrow. You wriggled out of his arms but Huan followed you. He knew you could easily overpower him or use bending if you wanted to get away from him but you clearly didn't want that. You outmaneuvered Huan for a short while before conveniently falling back into his grasp, laughing as Huan managed to grab you. He finally had you *trapped* on the sofa and smirked down at you "going to kiss me now?". "Fine" you sighed rolling your eyes in an imitation of him before bobbing your head up to kiss him happily. Huan had never really cared about relationships or affection until he met you. He always found it disgusting seeing couples kiss but when it was you and him it was just amazing. You broke away from the kiss after a while and Huan sighed. "I really have to go" you told him and Huan sighed "five more minutes". "No" you giggled pushing him off you "i'll see you at the party" and with a last smile you were gone.

5 hours later

Hours and numerous bribes (to make Ikki and Jinora stopping arguing just so you could get them both out of the door) later your whole family plus the avatar arrived at the hall where Huan's event was. You made sure your outfit was still presentable and entered the hall. You'd chosen a green dress the exact shade of the streak in Huan's hair. It had taken you and Asami hours to find it but when you did you were so pleased and Huan’s reaction made it all worth it. When you finally entered Huan was talking with some nobel man but stopped mid sentence catching sight of you. Korra smirked noticing and you blushed shooting Huan a smile. As soon as he could Huan made his way over to you "you look beautiful" he smiled and you nodded "so do you". Huan was in an all black suit and looked so smart. "Very handsome" you smiled and Huan blushed. "The green was a suprise?" he commented and you smirked "i’m glad you like it, it took me ages to find this exact shade too but you're worth it". Huan smiled, he wanted to kiss you but knew everyone was watching him which mean he probably shouldn’t. "So how's it going?" you asked taking his arm. He smiled "actually pretty good, some men your father knows from the fire nation might be interested in purchasing some sculptures for the capital". You nodded "they would look good in the fire nation, they're very fire-esc". Huan grinned and you heard a cough. You turned around and felt Huan tense at who was infront of you. “General Iroh” you smiled recognising the close friend of your father “I’m so glad you could attend”. Iroh smiled back “of course, Bumi has been talking non stop about this Huan person, so when I heard you were having an exibition I had to come”. “Thank you sir” Huan nodded to him, a little stunned the future fire lord had actually turned up. Huan seemed to be momentarily struggling with words so you took over the conversation. “Are you enjoying yourself so far? What do you think of the art?” you asked and Huan tensed even more. Iroh frowned “well you know y/n were not great appreciators of art in the fire nation, so I have to admit my opinion is only that of a rookie but I am honestly very impressed” Iroh grinned and Huan raised an eyebrow “you are?”. Iroh nodded “this new art is so fresh and un-fire nation I think it’s exactly what we need, a fresh perspective” Iroh nodded and Huan nodded back “wow that’s...thank you”. You grinned at Huan’s adorable reaction to praise of his work and held his arm tighter. “Now like I said I won’t pretend to be an expert but maybe you could indulge me” Iroh went on “what was your thought process for the harmonic convergence pieces?". You watched Huan relax, now in his favourite domain, as he begun to explain his process to Iroh. The more he spoke about his art the more enthusiastic he became, the colour coming back to his cheeks as he proudly discussed his work. You were with the future fire lord but you couldn’t stop staring at your boyfriend and how amazing and adorable he was.

3 hours later

Huan switched the lights to his room on and with a dramatic sigh collapsed on the sofa “that was nice but i’m done being social for a while”. You laughed but totally agreed, Huan desereved all the time off he wanted after the success he just had. Every single one of his pieces had sold raising a huge amount for the refugees.. Huan’s name had been thoroughly publicised and you figured everyone in the art world would know who he was now. He was bound to get an influx of attention and projects soon so for now he deserved to rest. Huan’s family were back in the living room celebrating but Huan was socalised out so you happily retreated into his room with him. Huan had his eyes closed, savouring the wonderful silence and you smiled down at him. You brushed a piece of hair out of his face and admired his content expression. Huan’s olive eyes flickered open and he smiled pulling you to lay beside him. He turned on his side to face you and you felt him watching you. You suspected he was thinking of how to tell you something. Huan sometimes struggled expressing hismelf verbally so you’d learnt to just give him time and not to rush him. “Thank you” Huan said suddenly and you paused “for what?”. Huan tutted “where do i start? For organising this whole thing, for using your contacts to get everyone from water tribe inventors to fire nation royalty to come, for encouraging me” he trailed off “I never imagined I could do something like this but you just...had this faith in me”. “Of course I did” you smiled “you’re the most talented man I know! I knew that from when I first saw you and now everyone knows it!”. Huan blushed bashfully so you saved him the effort of a response and kissed him softly. Huan wasn’t one for overly aggresive or full on affection but that was just fine with you. You liked the soft sweet kisses better than the dominant harsh ones and Huan seemed to agree. He blinked dazed as you pulled away and you smiled at him “plus you don’t need to thank me, i’d do anything for you”. Huan believed you, that wasn’t just an empty promise, you really meant it and he knew you truly would do anything as long as it made him happy. He also knew he’d do the exact same for you and was thinking of a way to put it into words when there was a knock on his door.

"Huan y/n’s father is downstairs waiting to walk her home" his aunt Lin called through the door and Huan sighed “I don’t want you to go”. “Me either” you agreed and Huan pouted "I wish you could just stay over". You smiled but blushed "me too but I don’t think telling my dad i’ll be spend the night at yours would go down well". Huan sighed but knew you were right so nodded. You got off the sofa and he followed. "I’ll walk you out". You smiled as he led your downstairs to the lobby where your father was waiting. "Sir" Huan nodded and your father nodded stiffly before pausing "congratulations tonight kid". Huan smiled "thank you". You smiled watching them and stepped beside your father. "Well we should be going, goodnight Huan and well done again" you smiled hugging him tightly "i knew you could do it". Huan was blushing as you pulled away but he smiled "thank y/n". You grinned to see his smile and then followed your dad out of the building.

1 day later

The next day the house was uncharacteristically quiet due to all the excitement the night before. You were in the kitchen with Pema, everyone else dotted through the house in varying stages of wakefulness, when you heard someone yelling your name. You heard the noise getting closer and stepped outside to see Huan running up the path. "Huan?" You smiled, he'd never been to air temple island before so this was a nice suprise. You were just thinking about what part of the island you’d love to show him first when Huan burst with his news. "Y/n look what came this morning" Huan cried, unbothered as a small crowd of your family gathered upon hearing an event unfolding. Huan passed you an envelope and you carefully took out the letter within. It was the finest paper you’d ever felt and the colour such a deep red you should’ve guessed which nation it was from. When you read the letter you almost dropped it in suprise “Huan!”. “I know” he cried as you wrapped him in a giant hug. “Well we don’t know so mind telling us?” Bolin called. "The firelord wants Huan to design some artwork for her palace". The others all exploded into sounds of suprise and cheers but Huan didn’t even notice them. "Iroh Junior must’ve told her about it and now she wants to meet me and have me comission something! Y/n this is all because of you". "No it's not" you pushed him "Huan this is you, all you! This is because you're an amazing artist". Huan blushed but didn’t refuse the compliment which you saw as progress. "She wants to meet with me personally! Y/n will you come with me?" Huan asked "i’ve never been to the fire nation let alone the palace". You nodded "of course! You can stay at our home and we can tour all the city! Huan you're going to love it! You can even stay in our guest room as long as you need!" you were offering when you heard a cough. You turned to see your father stood right behind you an unimpressed look on his face at your offer and paused. "Ow i mean...dad can Huan please stay with us?". Bumi raised an eyebrow before nodding "yes i suppose so". You were both suprised at that and you flung your arms around your dad "thanks dad you're the best!". "Yes well don't make me regret it" he said trying to be stern. Boomi had tried being the stern authoritarian parent but he much more prefered to see you happy than upset, so found it hard to pretend to be serious. He didn't really worry about Huan staying at your home, he trusted you and so he trusted this boy. He just had to act stern to keep Huan on his toes for a while longer....then he could admit he actually liked the boy and approved of this match.

Bumi smiled watching you animatedly tell Huan every single sight you were going to show him in the fire nation and his smile grew at how bewildered Huan clearly was but how he was nodding along for your benefit. Bumi could see how much Huan adored you and decided losing you to him would be okay, if you had to grow up and start dating someone he was glad it was Huan Beifong.

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I was so pleasantly suprised by how many Huan fans there are out there! He is definitely the most under-rated Beifong so this is for Huan rights!!!

I might do a part 3 with them actually going to the fire nation, meeting Izumi etc but i’ll see :)

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “The Admiral’s Children.”

This is also in response to a request someone made, so hope you you guys like it :)

Eris floated through the darkness. She had seen the memories of sunrises and sunsets in other people’s heads, but she had never really seen one herself. Noctopolis was a terraformed world kept artificially livable by a great deal of technologies. It didn’t require the warming heat of the sun.

The warm musty breath of Noctopolis’s metal mines washed up into her face, and not for the first time she regretted inheriting that particular sense from her human donor. She turned, long dark hair flowing around her body in great swirling wisps as she floated back into the hybrid compound.

It was mostly quiet around here, and it had been for a while since the news. She knew it was unrealistic, and hardly fair for Commander Vir that the had collectively accepted his DNA role in their existence. After all, he had not been a willing donor, but out of all the people her hybrids had chosen to emulate, they could hardly have picked a better man, though she recognized her opinion was rather biased.

Still, she had seen inside his head at one point, and seen what thoughts lingered there.

While there were some pretty horrible thoughts, harbored in the back of the head and hidden under the conscious folds -- like every other human -- his greatest urges had been nothing more than kindness and duty to upholding what he believed to be right.

She respected that, and was glad to share his genetic signature.

She hoped that the others would take the opportunity to learn from their surrogate. His sacrifice would hopefully push them towards greatness in the future.

Her long flowing locks brushed against the back of her thighs as she floated inward.

The hair mixed with her sparse ribbons, and hid the strange and useless vestiges from view.

She floated inside smiling reassuringly at her hybrids, who spend their time in various stages of study and play. Play that they were allowed only after all their work was done.

She would not have uneducated hybrids.

Eris herself knew all that she needed to know, as she had the collective memory of anyone who stepped into her circle of thought. It was both a curse and a blessing. A blessing because she had all the life experience she needed to have without ever having to experience it herself, not to mention all of the knowledge that came with it.

On the other hand, she had all the pain and memory of suffering that came with the same, sometimes making it hard to be in the presence of others for too long lest she be overwhelmed by their memories.

Today she sensed sadness and followed its trailed to the next room, where four large figures sat brooding, three of them curled up together and one of them curled up alone in the corner.

The spiderlings were big now, probably as big as they were going to get somewhere between human size and the size of the adaptids. At the shoulder Glados was nearly five and a half feet tall with her ten spidery appendages and doglike head. The soft peach fuzz of human hair that had grown atop her skin had thickened in recent months giving her a light coating of hair so the skin was no longer showing. It was a more pleasant look now that it had been before.

Eris floated over and rested a hand on Glados’s back.

Glados tried to pull away, but Eris kept hr hand there.

She knew what the spiderling wanted despite the spiderling not wanting to admit it.

“I know you miss him.”

“Go away.”

“I know he would miss you too.”

Glados snarled, “No he doesn’t. He left us here to rot.”

She didn’t mean it, but Glados often said things she did not mean in the heat of the moment, so eris did not take it personally.

“He knew what was est for you, so don’t even give me that. And we both know that he loved you.”

“I’m not human.”

Eris sighed inwardly. She sure thought and acted like a human if her raging mood swings were anything to judge by. Eris scooted closer and cradled the large soft head in her arms resisting when Glados tried to get away, “He was unprepared, no more than a child himself when he was asked to take care of you. And he did love you.”

“Then why didn’t he come back?” She wondered softly, her strange robotic voice filling the room with it’s forlorn echo.

Eris went quiet, “I am sure he tried his best little one.”

The news of his memorial had reached them weeks after it had all happened. Granted there were plenty of ways in which the information could have reached them, but somehow things always seemed to come slowly to Noctopolis.

Eris remained there, stroking a hand through Glados’s hair as she sat in contemplation.

His absence had been hard on the entire galaxy. Things had happened that no one had expected to happen following his disappearance including, but not limited to a sudden slow in commerce between worlds, a drop in interstellar tourism, and increasing tensions between specific nations.

The only reason she knew they were managing to hold together had something to do with the burg war.

It was funny how the universe seemed to hinge on the ability of one man to keep himself alive, and one rather dumbass man at that. The thought sort of mad her smile in a sad way, because she knew her thought process wasn’t the truth. It was hardly giving him as much credit as he deserved.

She had chosen to accept him after all.

There was a soft scuttling at the door and she looked up to find the spiderthing walking into the room.

He had grown up quickly, and aside from having a lower half that looked like an adapted, his upper half looked like a gangly tweenage human boy.

“Eris, a ship is coming. They want to talk to you.’

“Do you know them?”

“No, their name is the Omen.”

She had never heard the name before, but she assumed it was her job to go and greet them despite not wanting anything to do with other people at this current moment in time.

She got to her feet patting Glados’s ears before hoving into the next room with a sigh.

She couldn’t sense any thoughts yet, though her range was actually way more limited than she would have liked to admit.

The spiderthing followed along with her as they walked outside and watched the slow descent of the ship.

She floated there adjusting her long, dark tresses.

She liked them long, and hoped that one day she could grow it down to her ankles, despite knowing that was probably a bad idea.

A sharp clattered allerted her to the shuttle touchdown, and she moved forward, barely listening to the inner voices of the people inside. She was sure she would be able to read their intentions when they stepped out.

Eris was not often surprised, but when she was, she really was.

Because she recognized those thoughts the moment they stepped out onto the tarmac.

-I wonder how Glados is going to react to me being alive…. Lets be honest, she is either going to kill me or hug me…. Or totally both-

She froze on the spot, and the spiderthing turned to look at her with great confusion and concern.

-And Eris, she can read minds so she will totally know about how me and Su- no no, don’t think about that, don’t think about that, don’t think about that. Conn already knows, that twinkly bastard, and the less people who know right now the better-

Eris still did not move as another voice intruded on her thoughts.

-I wonder how happy they will be to see him. Will they be angry because that is something I can completely understand…. Still he is rather adorable, it is hard to be mad at him for more than five seconds-- an internal sigh of frustration followed -He is a great exercise of my patience though, if things between us continue to advance this slowly, I am going to be old and desaturated by the time he figures himself out-

Eris shook herself staring forward at the figure who walked up the little walkway towards them.

He had on a beaming bright smile.

When she didn’t move, he simply walked forward and folded his arms around her. He was warm and inviting.

--I hope she is ok with me hugging her. I probably should have asked--

She hugged him back in response, so tight she thought maybe she was going to break him and half hoping that she would.

She pulled back blinking in shock as Adam smiled back at her.

Memories came rushing into her head, and she had to blink a few times to figure it out.

“Wow, a lot has happened to you since you last visited.” She said breathily.

Admiral Vir tilted his head, “Didn’t you know I was coming, I would assume the entire universe would have known by now.”

Eris sighed in frustration and mild anger, “No one tells us anything on Noctropolis, and even less people come and tell US what is going on.”

Behind him, a young woman stood staring wide eyed and nervous at her.

Her thoughts were everywhere -- who is this! The admiral never mentioned a starborn with hair, or a starborn that isn’t wearing clothes…. Am I supposed to look away? I don’t know. And is it just me or do they sort of look alike in some weird way….--

Eris chose to ignore her for the moment. She touched hands on his shoulders and hugged him tight again, “I am so glad you're alive. Everyone was devastated when we got the news the first time…. Glados has been… well she…”

“I missed her too. I missed all of them.”

Eris continued to beam in disbelief.

His radiant smile seemed to lighten up her day as he took her by the elbow, hand resting comfortingly over hers. He was more comfortable with that that he had been before and the reaction made her heart beat just a little faster. For a moment she could almost pretend like she didn’t have the needs of so many people resting on her shoulders

With him there it felt like everything was going to be alright,

She could hear it too, echoing in his own head, the need to take care of everyone just like she felt.

Maybe it ran in the family.

“This place looks amazing, Eris. I can’t believe what you’ve accomplished.”

His compliment spread warmth through her insides like he was pouring warm water down through the tp of her head She beamed, “It’s all thanks to you.”

“You always give me more credit than I am worth.” He laughed

They turned the corner and Admiral vir paused just outside the room looking in, not sure how he was supposed to feel about that was to come next. He wasn’t entirely sure if he should be expecting to get hit or not.

Eris smiled, “I think you are ok to go in.”

***

Glados lay by herself staring at the corner wall her legs tucked underneath her. It just wasn’t fair.

It just wasn’t fair that everyone else was finding all of this so much easier than she was.

Everyone else had always found everything so much easier than she did,

They weren’t so angry all the time like she was and they didn’t miss dad like she did, and no one seemed to see how annoying it was that he had gone and left them here to learn and do school things without even coming to visit, and no one else seemed annoyed that he had stupidly gone off and died without even really thinking about them in the first place.

She thought it was selfish of him.

She hated him for it, but even thinking about hating him just made her want to cry which made her even more angry. None of the others could cry, none of the other had inherited tear ducts like she had. None of the others had to deal with all the stupid human problems than she had inherited above them

None of them got it,

She just wanted to scream in frustration and rage because no one understood her, and even when they did understand her, lke Eris, and sai all the things sh wanted them to say, that didn’t mean she wanted to hear them say the things that she wanted them to say.

Eris was cheating anyway. She didn’t have to try and figure things out like everyone else.

It wasn't hard for her, but it was for Glados.

“Wow, you…. You’ve all gotten big. I remember when you guys hatched you were no bigger than my ifst. Now you might as well be taller than me.”

Glados paused in her musings just long enough to be angry, and then she went back to her brooding.

Another annoying person that she didn’t care to talk to

Behind her the others began to squeal and shout which just made her even more annoyed on top of all the annoyance that she already had. She just wanted them all to SHUT UP.

In anger she turned around, waiting to chase anyone out of the room who dare intrude on her anger and solitude, but as soon as she did that, she froze in place, eyes wide and staring at the figure who knelt on the floor Next to Hal and Cortana.

Before she knew what she was doing, she rushed forward bowling the other two to the side and then mashing the third figure into the floor.

The familiar smell was overwhelming, comforting, and she hated every second of it.

“WHERE WERE YOU!”

She shrieked.

He grunted, “Wow, you talk better than I remember.”

“You were gone FOREVER.”

“I am really sorry about that, but I didn’t mean to.”

Glados snarled, and host pulled back hands raised, “I’m sorry Glados, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to go missing and I am sure you have to know that.” Her hearts were hamming inside her SHe didn’t know mother, and she didn’t know father, but she did know host, and he had left her alone here thinking that he was dead, and now he just turned up

“I hate you.” She snarled

His single green eye softened slightly, and she could see that she hurt him, and though she didn’t want to care, she very much did

She wanted to run away to go feel bad somewhere else, but he sat up tightening his arms around her body until she couldn't move, “Well it doesn't' after if you do hate me alright. I just want to say i am sorry and I love you and there isn’t anything you can do about it.

Her anger melted after a moment ans she gave in in frustration. He was so small now, she could probably rip Host’s throat out with her teeth though the thought made her physically ill to think about. The others scooted forward and pushed at her.

:Move over Glados.”

“Yeah you remember what they said about sharing.”

She snarled but knew that she would only get in trouble if she tried to tell them what she really thought. She tired to move away but Host grabbed her foot and she was unable to move anywhere.

He hugged the others while still keeping her pinned in place, “I missed you all, and wow have you gotten big, what has Eris been feeding you.” Glados finally gave in at some point, knowing there was nothing that she was going to be able to do about this

He had won.

She lay down on the floor and rested her head in his lap as he stroked a hand over her ears.

She listened to him talk without really paying attention.

Humans had such nice voices, and Host had the nicest voice of all.

This was not an opinion, it was a fact and anyone who disagreed with her could take it up with her teeth.

***

Off on the other side of the room Sunny leaned back against the wall arms crossed over her chest smiling internally to herself as she watched Adam reunited with the spiderlings. Glados didn’t like her much so she decided to stay back, but it was a pretty endearing reunion all the same.

The young lieutenant stood wide eyed off to the side clutching her holo-pad in front of her chest.

Sunny smirked.

“What…. Is all this?” the young Lt asked.

Sunny shrugged.

“Oh those are the spidelrings.”

“The who?”

“The spiderlings. They are the product of an adapted using his body to hatch eggs not long ago.”

“What!” her voice went up a few octaves Sunny reckoned, and she hissed slightly through the breathing holes at the base of her neck. A deep rumble of amusement broke through her chest, “Listen most of the hybrids here are technically his children if you want to mince about with words I suppose.”

Lt Simon just stared at her, “Is this a problem that occurs often?”

“Yes,, you will likely have many alien hybrid children.”

Simon stared at her, and Sunny stared back determined not to let simon know if she was bluffing or not.

It was probably mean to do this to the kid like she had, but it was still kind of funny, and she left her stewing as she walked over to speak with Eris.

They were going to stay for a week or two to make up things to the spiderlings, but then they were going to have to be off again.

Space, wile ancient, waited for no one,

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gemsofthegalaxy · 4 years

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NOTE: i wrote this post on sunday because its really hard not to liveblog somehow so this is just. all my reactions in one post. most of it is under the cut and its like nonsense but oh well.

Omg I started writing a reaction post and immediately discarded it by accident but

THE FLIRTATIOUS BANTER IM FUCKING DYING

Only a few seconds in and we get a LOVE already I'm..... jesus.....

"Happy?" "Much more often than usual these days." PETER THANK YOU FOR REVEALING SOMETHING REAL. I'm!!!

Peter stop being sus challenge

JUNO NARRATION JUNO NARRATION

WE HAVE OUR WIFE BACK FOLKS!

HHHhhhhHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Juno with the secret medical thing??? ONE fear.

Swamp? RAD BOUQUET mind is alert but.

Hmmmmmmmmmmm.

Juno is secretly the alien gf we wanted all along.

Hhhh cmp..... so. Weird. I bet the CMP reacts weird when Juno looks because he has something it can cure.

gshshshsus what did juno think Vespa wanted to

What the fuck is Pudding?? I need to Know. OH we get the answer.

VESPA LIKING JUNO HOURS YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS. VESPA BEING PROTECTIVE OVER JUNO!! ITS 12 MINUTES IN AND I HAD TO PAUSE IT TO SCREAM LIKE 3 TIMES.

I am so fucking happy for Juno and Vespa to be getting along.

FIANCEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

"That was almost nice Vespa" oh my god Vespa is precious I love her so fucking much I love my tough love mom!!!!!! God!!!!

juno knowing a lot about peter. Knowing hes hurting. Peter letting juno know he's hurting more and more???

THE RETURN OF YOUR BETTER HALF!!! Fuck yes.

RITAAAAAAAAA YESSSSSSSS. Shes so excited!! I love her so much. "You know I'm not the one getting married right?" NOT WITH THAT ATTITUDE. Rita offering to watch Bad Cops 3!!!!! Omgggggg.

Also confirmed that Rita talks through movies is the best tho I always write Juno being just as bad asfshshsjsk.

"This thief will never be free again?" Ominous. Even for movie dialogue. Hmmmmmm

LMFAO SO THAT ONES FOR JET.

Awwhhh I'm so glad Juno stuck around to watch streams with Rita. I'm crying..... the sibling energy... I also feel VINDICATION! Because I write them doing shit like that whenever i can.

Rita.... cares so much about Juno and also his relationship....

Rita. Friend proposal??? Oh my god. Rita thinks Juno is gonna leave her for Peter I'm????!!!!! Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I need a Minute. You could say. A rita minute. I'm....hhhhhhh.....

WE GOT CONFIRMED I LOVE YOUS FROM RITA AND JUNO

This is NOT A DRILL. MOM HOLY FUCK.

Nureyev is so jumpy.

Juno admitting doubting Nureyev like Ouchie. It doesnt surprise me that Juno hasnt asked about Mag but also like.

Jet is so fucking Funny. I love him SO MUCH god. what a little troll.

God. Buddy's dad is a prison owner??? Yeesh...

Jet is SUCH A TROLL. I love him So much.

Ooh. Questions about What Comes Next hmmm???? I really do wonder what Juno will do after this.

Juno. Mature?? Lmao!! So fucking hilarious.

I love Juno being confirmed as having trouble sleeping usually huge mood.

Also hilarious.

AHHHHH YES JUNO AND BUDDY AT THE SHOOTING RANGE!!!! YEEESSSSS.

MOM!!!!!

Buddy are you like. Doing okay? I love you so much please tell us you're okay? Please.

I was not expecting Juno and Buddy to be Bickering while Juno's interaction with Vespa was so lowkey sweet.

AHHHHH CONFIRMED STUFF ABOUT DIAMOND!

Also juno... worried that he isnt scared Enough... I'm... that's so valid. I'm crying.

What the hell is Buddy talking about lmao. I do love her but honestly a mundane life isn't that bad? You still struggle and experience wins even if you're not. Yknow. A space pirate.

I do get like. Numbing yourself and just remaining content with life is definitely like not ideal or whatever but the concepts seem a bit

"Who was my first love?" iMMMMM

Its amazing how Its really like Juno and Peter are the ones who are getting married Lmaoooooooo they're such loveable dorks I fucking Cannot.

Omg Jet waxing poetic about how they are all connected and even if they are apart they are still connected I am fucking Dying scoob.

Vespa's VOWS!!!! I'm... I cant fucking... I love her I love her I love her

I Adore how they Met that is so fucking funny and amazing. I cant handle this. I love them. They are fucking Iconic.

They are better as a PAIR I am screaming. High pitched noises are coming out from my mouth.

BUDDY. WHO ALWAYS PREPARES HER SPEECHES. TALKING FROM THE HEART??? I'm cryinnnnnngggggg

Oh my god our speaker almost died I'm Fsgsfshsgshshsn.

Their ceremony was so beautiful I'm actually. Fucking dying. They're so. I can't.

Nureyev looking at Juno as he plays the song for Buddy and Vespa's wedding I am fucking dying I cant.

HE WANTS THEM TO KNOW EACH OTHER. HE WANTS TO BE VULNERABLE WITH PETER. I AM SCREECHING.

Juno wants to TRUST NUREYEV.

Juno LOVES PETER NUREYEV. I am dying.

DARK MATTERS CRASHING THE WEDDING CONFIRMED......

.....SASHA WIRE....

#juno steel #juno steel spoilers #tpp #tpp spoilers #gems watch

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skultrashfics · 4 years

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A Common Cold

So I lied, I am posting again starting today! XD I have a cold and always want comfort when I am not well, so I definitely wrote this as a self satisfaction kind of thing >w<

Pairing: Dead Men x Sick!Reader Word Count: 1,497 Themes: Cold, Being Looked After, SFW, Fluff

You had bought that box of tissues merely as a precaution. The weather was getting colder and you always were susceptible to catching the first wave of the common cold. Now here you were, a headache throbbing in your temples and the itchiest of sensations tickling your nose. It already felt sore from how many times you had had to blow it and that box of tissues was already practically empty. You groaned as you rolled over in bed, kicking off your blanket as a wave of heat flowed over your body. Hearing your distress, Anton Shudder opened your bedroom door and a frown furrowed his brow, “Are you alright y/n? You’ve been in bed all morning. That’s not like you”. You met his eyes with a soft pout on your face. From the appearance of your scruffy hair and the ever increasing bundle of used tissues he deduced quite quickly that you had fallen ill. A soft sigh left his lips and he nodded, “Right then, I will call for backup”. As quickly as he came Shudder left and you smiled to yourself, you could always rely on your friends to look after you.

Erskine Ravel peeped his head round the doorframe and was met with your sleeping form, a soft smirk crept onto his face as he gently walked into the room and placed a hot toddy on the bedside table. He sat on the edge of the bed and lightly tapped what he assumed was your shoulder under the blanket, “Sorry to disturb you, but this one is better to drink when it is hot my dear”. A small mumble came from the mound under the covers. Ravel leaned down closer to you, “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it”, he uncovered your face and chuckled running his thumb along your cheek, “Come now… try and sit up”. You squinted at the light as you followed his grasp on your chin and were directed upright. Blinking yourself awake you stretched out leaning your face into his hand further, “Drink? What drink?”. Ravel noted your hazy demeanor and couldn’t help laughing charmingly, “Just beside you on the table”. You lit up as you realised he had made you his famous mystical cold curing hot toddy, just the scent of the whiskey and lemon was helping to clear your sinuses. He moved his hand as you reached over to take the mug and watched you happily inhale the vapours coming from the beverage before taking a sip. It immediately warmed and relaxed your body while simultaneously soothing your throat, “That is amazing… thank you Erskine”. He nodded appreciatively before standing up again, “I will leave you to relax now, get better soon”. With a final flourish and a soft kiss on the cheek Ravel left the room closing the door behind him.

After watching some Youtube and finishing your drink, you were starting to feel sleepy again but the lack of heat after such a hot beverage was making you shiver. You nestled into your blanket only to half jump out of it again as your door slammed open. “Ah SHIT!”, you heard Saracen stumbling over himself and grappling with the door. Gazing over at him you could see by the rosiness of his cheeks that he had also had a hot toddy, or two. Giggling you shook your head at him, “Saracen Rue, you are disrupting my beauty sleep”. Closing the door behind him Saracen laughed, “Oh please, we both know that neither of us needs ‘beauty sleep’ just look at us!”. He slumped down onto your bed and frowned softly, “You feeling any better?”. You shrugged your shoulders in response, “I’m feeling tired again… but I’m a little cold now…”, you had only just realised that your shoulders were shaking. Saracen noticed too and scooted up beside you, he spread out his arms and lay back, “Then I shall be your personal heater mademoiselle. Please take all the time you need, free of charge”. You laughed at him, but nestled into the crook of his arm anyway, “I have to admit, you are so much more cuddly now”. Saracen raised his eyebrow at this, “I keep getting that a lot lately… But I’m glad I can keep the ladies comfortable”, he added with a chuckle. Saracen readjusted your blanket and made sure you were wrapped up tight. “There we go, is that warmer love?”, he asked looking down at you but alas you had already fallen asleep.

You woke up a couple of hours later to the sound of Skulduggery lecturing Saracen, “Why do I always find you in someone’s bed, Saracen?”. “Well I guess I am just too lovable for people to resist me. Besides, she said she was cold”. “And your response was to get in bed with her, real mature”. You started laughing and Saracen noticed you jiggling in his arms, “There see? Even y/n thinks you are overreacting”. You yawned and sat up smiling at Skulduggery, “Don’t worry Skul, I’m not pretty enough for Saracen to try anything like that…”.

At this Skulduggery tilted his head, “You’re plenty pretty, even when you are sick. But I needed Saracen to help me with a case and this is where I find him”. As his face did not display his annoyance his tone very directly conveyed it, “Leave the poor girl alone, we need to leave as soon as possible”. With great hesitation Saracen freed you from his bear hug, not before planting a kiss on your head, and made his way out of the room with Skulduggery. “See you soon y/n, hope you feel better”, he called out as he was dragged away by the collar of his shirt. You smiled and waved from your bed and once you were left alone you looked around, “Now what am I going to do with myself?”, you questioned aloud.

As though he heard your call, Dexter Vex strolled into your room with a bottle of Lucozade and a couple of DVD’s. “Sounds like you might be happy to see me then”, he grinned waving around his gifts.

A couple of bad movies later you and Dexter were having the best time building a blanket fort in your room. You had so many now that it was almost as though you were collecting the foundations for such a project. “Hey Dexter, could you pass me the pillows now?”, you called out from inside the impressive structure. “Sure thing”, he yelled back before throwing pillow after pillow into the fort. You laughed loudly as he practically buried you in pillows, “Stop stop! What if the fort falls down?”. He laughed more and poked his head through the makeshift door, “Well I've run out of pillows now so I don’t think that will happen”. You cuddled one of the pillows and sighed, “I didn’t realise I had so many”. Dexter joined you in the fort and smiled pulling you into a hug, “Yeah, this one is pretty big too! And heavy”, he groaned rolling over with you in his grasp. You squealed and wriggled in his grip, “I am not that heavy!”. Dexter laughed and blew raspberries onto your cheek, causing you to laugh and squirm about even more, “Eww stooop!”, you cried out in between your giggles. Someone suddenly clearing their throat made you both stop in surprise, you made your way to the entrance of the fort to see Ghastly standing there with a tray. He glanced down at you with a knowing look on his face, “I figured you would be hungry by now so I made some ramen- since I know you don’t like soup that much”. You smiled brightly and nodded, “Thank you that was really thoughtful Ghastly”. He placed the tray on the floor in front of you and you saw two bowls, “Dexter he made some for you too!”. This quickly caught his attention and Dexter made his way to the front of the fort beside you. Ghastly had turned on the fairy lights in your room as it was starting to get a little dark. The ramen looked amazing and you could guess that it smelled just as good. Then your door opened once more and the rest of the Dead Men came in to join you. They each had a bowl of steaming ramen, apart from Skulduggery who only carried a book. You all ate and listened intently as the men recounted the events of their day once they had left you. It was a wonderful way to spend the evening, the warmth of the light, the food and your friends helping you feel better. Everything felt perfect, until Saracen let out a sudden sneeze. Everyone in the room turned to look at him and he met their gazes with a wide eyed stare, “I-I’m fine... don’t worry”. You laughed softly, “Saracen are you su-” he sneezed again loudly and sighed, “Damn it”.

#skulduggery pleasant #skulduggery fanfiction #dead men #the dead men #reader insert #fluff

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hyungbean · 5 years

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Little Blood Singer | Jasper Hale x Reader

Request: Hi could you please do a jasper hale x reader, where shes his blood singer and he like had to be pinned down and dragged away from her by the other cullens, but she doesn't really know about it and she then she meets him and they fall in love, sorry if that was confusing, btw your an amazing writer xx

Genre: Fluff

A/N: this made me super happy :)) I love getting into my Jasper feels at 12 in the morning. I don’t know if I followed the request exactly but I hope you like it ! :)

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN!]

Jasper was quite possibly losing his god damn mind. His family stared warily and worriedely at the blonde, his tight grip on the lunch table making his knuckles color an impossibly brighter white.

“Uh J? You okay?” Emmett asked, leaning to touch his shoulder. Jasper exhaled through his nose, nodding stiffly trying to focus on anything except the intoxicating scent of your blood wafting through the air. It was no secret to the Cullens that he had a hard time resisting the urge for human blood, even after a handful of months into his vegetarian transition.

To add the cherry on top, they had figured out that you were his blood-singer. Your irresistible scent dancing around Jasper’s nostrils, egging him to sink his teeth into the smooth skin of your neck.

“Let’s get out of here yeah?” Alice asked gently, tugging at his arm and nodding to her siblings. They all get up and tensely strut out of the cafeteria, aware of the curious looks they were getting.

God, was he going to be forced to evacuate every time you took a step on his direction?

Jasper felt like he was going insane. Over the past few months he had managed to tame his craving so he didn’t feel the need to go on a rampage every time you walked into the room. Only now things were made much more difficult as Rosalie had befriended you and she had announced to the family of your visit on very short notice, the doorbell ringing only seconds after she finished her sentence.

They all looked at Jasper in worry, but he just shook it off, nodding at Rosalie. Jasper was tired of having to walk around eggshells when you were around, he desperately needed to grasp for control again. Although he didn’t show it, he was freaking out inside and he hoped that he could control himself.

The scent sent him into pure bliss and hunger, feeling his throat clamp up as he found his eyes wandering towards your relaxed figure on the Cullen’s couch. You sat next to Rosalie, painting your nails and droning on about something that had happened in one of your classes.

The Cullens decided to stick around as they were afraid that Jasper would lose control, knowing that Rosalie alone wouldn’t be able to apprehend him. Jasper was proud of himself, he was doing quite well until you picked up a magazine, fanning your hands to try and dry your nails.

Your hair blew back and Jasper caught your sweet scent again. It was a mixture of honey and fresh blueberry pancakes. It was odd to say the least but nonetheless, it felt like a drug to him. He tensed up, mind wandering and pondering how amazing your blood would taste, licking his lips hungrily.

Edward, being able to read his thoughts, instantly shot forward grabbing Jasper’s arm as Carlisle hurriedly did the same. Jasper struggled, trying to get closer to you, pulling against Carlisle and Edward’s strong grips.

“Jasper. Control yourself.” Carlisle whispered into his ear, dragging him towards the front door with Edward’s help. Jasper gulped, nodding hesitantly and trying to clear his head, fresh air soon filling his nostrils.

You turned towards the kitchen where the Cullens had once been, only seeing that it was empty. Furrowing your eyebrows you turn back to Rosalie, “where did your family go?”

Rosalie looks up, trying to feign confusion, “oh I don’t know. Maybe they went outside?” The blonde was glad that her family had been able to detain Jasper as she wasn’t keen of having her new friend become a snack.

“Weird. Well my polish is dried- let’s watch a movie! I haven’t finished Mean Girls yet.”

Inhaling deeply, Jasper twiddled with his fingers.

“Are you absolutely sure you can handle this?” Carlisle asked cautiously, eyeing the boy for any sign of doubt.

“Yes. I have to learn how to control myself.”

The pair were standing under your bedroom window, it was nearly 1 am and Jasper had decided that he needed to stay with you while you slept to try and get used to the smell of your blood.

At first his family was reluctant with the idea, but Edward had been proof that this tactic was sufficient enough to gain control, so they agreed.

Carlisle would be standing outside just in case, trying his hardest to show his son that he had to some degree, trust in him.

Jasper jumped up, grabbing the edges of your windowsill, hauling himself up through the small opening, his back lifting the window up higher so his whole body could fit through.

Once Jasper was inside, he looked around to see your minimalistic room and your sleeping figure curled up in your bed. Gulping he sat on your desk chair, inhaling your scent which had grown much more powerful. He threw his head. back and tried hard to fight against his vampire instincts that told him to feed on you.

After a while, your blood didn’t seem to affect him as much and he quietly got up, walking to your bedside. Taking in your beauty, he sighed before pressing a kiss to your forehead, heading towards your window again.

He jumped down and swiftly ran into the darkness towards a grinning Carlisle, leaving no trace of his presence for you to find the next morning.

This went on for a week or two and he found that he was much more comfortable around you now, being able to stand next to you without any urge to bite you. And with that he had tried to talk to you more often.

The Cullens were thoroughly impressed at the accomplishment, and they could see how Jasper grew to like you more and more with every visit.

You came by the Cullen’s place more often now and you wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but it was because Jasper had recently started talking to you and smiling at you in the hallways and in class. It made your heart flutter and it filled you with absolute joy. Before he couldn’t even look in your direction and you had tried hard to bury the pang of sadness you felt in your chest, but now things were different.

“Favorite flower?”

“Easy. Heliotropes.” You answer smiling at the confused look on Jasper’s face.

You both were currently hanging upside down on the living room couch of the Cullen resident, getting to know each other better.

“And why is that?”

You sit up, the blood rushing down your head making you a little dizzy.

“Because it represents eternal love. It doesn’t have to be love you hold for a significant other, it could be love for family or friends. I don’t know... the idea of eternal love is important to me I guess. Loving someone forever... an unspoken bond of loyalty, its comforting. Plus they’re pretty poisonous and it kind of ironic how the symbol of everlasting love can send you into liver failure. ” You grin at the smiling blonde missing how his eyes were gleaming at you.

Inside he was practically going to drop dead again at how adorable he thought you were but on the outside he tried to remain composed, shaking his head, “you’re such a dork.”

“Whatever. Now, riddle me this Jasper, how is it that you know so much about American history? Like seriously I’m impressed, I know you’re not learning it from Mr.Brown. He could care less about what was spewing out is his mouth.”

Jasper quirks his lips up, sitting up and facing you, “I don’t know. It’s just interesting to me and plus I have a lot of time to spare.” He answer honestly.

“Impressive Hale. I know that if I had as much spare time as you, I wouldn’t spend it reading up on the nation’s history.”

“Oh? And what would you do then darling?” Your face heats up at the term of endearment, looking away from his face.

“I would probably spend it watching movies or taking late night drives..I don’t know.” Your voice softens as you daydream about how peaceful a drive under the stars would be, the cold wind rustling through your hair.

Jasper gazes at you in admiration and affection, licking his lips absentmindedly. He was absolutely positively enamoured with you, any fool could see it from a mile away.

The next time you saw Jasper, you were getting ready for bed, catching up on some homework. Your parents had already gone to bed a few hours earlier so you were left alone in the dark house. As you tuck your text books into your bookshelf, you heard light taps ring in your small room. Tensing you quickly turn looking around your room for your baseball bat.

You hear the tap again and you realize it’s coming from your window. Cautiously, you approach the window, peering down to see a familiar mop of wavy blonde locks and golden eyes. Your heart flutters and you find yourself smiling, pushing up your window.

“Jasper? What are you doing here at this hour?” You whisper-yelled as he smirked up at you, holding something behind his back.

“Put on a jacket darling and come down, we’re going on a little night drive.” He beams up at you, eyes never leaving yours as your smile impossibly grows wider.

Nodding, you hurry to your drawer, pulling on your plain navy blue sweater, not bothering to change out of your sweats. You grab your phone and keys and tiptoe down the stairs, quietly unlocking the door and stepping out. After locking up you turn to be met with the sight of a chest a few inches from your face.

“Hey darling.” You look up and see Jasper’s golden eyes looking down at you brightly.

“Hey Jas.” You manage to whisper out, smiling up at the much taller boy. He seems to realize something, pulling out a small bouquet of daisies.

“Alice and Rosalie helped me find these because I didn’t know what kind to get you.” Jasper says, rubbing his neck sheepishly as you hug the bouquet to your chest.

You beam up at him, as his stomach lurches a surge of happiness spreading through every vein in his body. Pulling him into a hug, you inhale his scent and whisper a small thank-you.

You had both gotten closer in the recent weeks and you were pretty sure that he reciprocated your feelings.

“Now.. how about a little midnight adventure?” You ask expectantly, spotting his car in your driveway. He nods, trying to walk ahead of you to lead you to the passenger seat. Before he can your arm shoots out and you grasp his hand in yours.

He tenses a little but relaxes almost immediately, looking back at you in confusion, although he wasn’t going to protest. Leaning up you kiss his cheek, smiling bashfully.

“Uh..thank you Jas. For all of this.” He smiles down at you, holding your cheek and pecking your lips.

“Trust me darling, I should be the one thanking you. I haven’t felt this happy in a long time. And I was also wondering if you’d like to catch a movie next Saturday? I can pick you up..” He said bashfully, intertwining your fingers.

“I’d love to hon.”

And as your heart skipped a beat, you were absolutely positively sure that you were in love with Jasper Hale.

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight saga imagines #twilight jasper #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale imagines #jasper hale fluff #jasper hale angst #jasper whitlock x reader #jasper whitlock imagines #Jasper Whitlock fluff #jasper cullen #cullen clan #cullen clan x reader

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sgt-revolver · 4 years

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ULTIMATE Beatlemaniac Tag!

I was tagged by @ourladylennon and @johns-prince to complete this questionnaire. Thanks for the tags, I honestly really enjoyed answering these questions.

How long have you been a fan?: I’ve been a fan for as long as I can remember. I always loved hearing their music on the radio and my music teacher was a fan, so he’d regularly play their music in his lessons and on one occasion I saw like the first 30 minutes of A Hard Day’s Night. I think I only got as far as the scene with John in the bath before he turned it off. But it’s only been during the last 2 and a half years that I’ve listened to them more often, and I’ve finally listened to all the albums all the way through. Now I’m a huge fan and can’t live without their music.

Favorite Beatle: John. It’s always been John for me, even back when I was a kid he was my favourite.

Favorite era for music: I’ll always have a soft spot for their early-mid era music, around 64-66 is my absolute favourite.

Favorite era for lewks: Teddy boy and the whole of 1966 for me. They simply looked so fucking cool around those two eras. The teddy boy era was just hot with all the leather they wore and how they tried to make themselves look ‘tough’, and during 1966 that entire year seemed to be a huge transitional period which mixed with their earlier career and how they looked later on.

Favorite song: This changes, and I do not have only one favourite song. I’ll always love Strawberry Fields Forever, it is always up there as one of my favourites. Same with I am the Walrus. I also love If I Fell, Nowhere Man, In My Life, I’m Only Sleeping and Something. There’s more but this answer will be too long if I keep going.

Favorite album: Revolver, no question. My username is based off it too.

Unpopular/Controversial Beatles opinion: Not necessarily unpopular but I really don’t like Yoko Ono as a person. I wish she didn’t try to make herself part of the band, it’s actually really infuriating. I don’t like to talk about this sort of thing so I’ll leave it at that.

A song everyone loves but you dislike: Ok I don’t necessarily dislike these songs, but I think Hey Jude and Let it Be are overrated.

A song everyone dislikes but you love: Run for your Life, Blue Jay Way and Revolution 9. I’m not really sure why Blue Jay Way isn’t well liked its underrated imo.

Your fantasy involving The Beatles: Seeing them live in concert, before they become big and go to America, preferably in Hamburg or at the Cavern Club. It must have been amazing to be able to be where they started out before Beatlemania, the atmosphere omg yes please. After the show I’d try to do anything I can to meet them, but I suspect I’d end up being so starstruck it would be painfully awkward, but it would be so worth it.

Tell us about the moment you knew you were a fan: There is no one moment I knew I was a fan, but I guess I realised I was a big fan when I listened to their albums all the way through, and I enjoyed them. There’s also the time when I watched the Eight Days a Week documentary and I couldn’t help but love them so much.

Did you ever have a genuine ‘The Beatles suck!’ phase before becoming a fan?: Nearly. This was after I became a fan but a long time ago, I kept hearing constantly how they’re not that good from people I know irl and it almost got ingrained in me for no reason at all. I’m glad I didn’t have that phase, otherwise I would be beating myself up for it now.

Favorite Beatles book: I haven’t read any yet, but I really want to and I’m not sure where to buy any (I’m a bit iffy about buying off Amazon)

Thoughts on the old generation of fans: They can be a bit full of themselves, but I like hearing their stories and their preferences on their favourite albums. Most of the older generation of fans I personally know seem to love John and hate Paul, so I automatically think they’re all the same but I know that’s not true.

If Hollywood were to make a high budget Beatles biopic, what is one thing you desperately hope they include?: I’m personally unsure if I want a Beatles biopic as I know they’ll mess everything up but I want them to include the strong bonds formed with each other and that they never actually hated each other.

Do you read/write fanfic?: I read a lot of fanfic, but I’m not confident with my writing ability so I don’t write anything. Yet.

Are you the only one in your family/friend group to enjoy them?: Both my mum and my dad claim to be fans. My step dad loves them though, yet every time I bring it up with him when he mentions them he ignores me completely, and its painful. My friends either think they’re overrated (they’ve probably only listened to Hey Jude, All you need is love and Yesterday) or they just don’t care/don’t know who they are. And if anyone I know is interested in them, they just mansplain everything to me so I can’t really enjoy listening to them or talking about them with others irl.

Are you a shipper?: Yeah I am.

Favorite movie starring/made by them?: A Hard Day’s Night.

Do you believe in McLennon?: I believe they were soulmates, definitely.

General opinions on McLennon?: They loved each other, there is no doubt about it. The signs are obvious, like the eye fucking, how they were literally inseparable for years and their LSD trip they had together. I do think it was mostly platonic though, and that any romantic attraction was one sided from John. I think Paul was oblivious to some of John’s feelings for him during the 1960s and that upset him.

If you got to change ONE thing about their history, what would it be and why?: The break up, they hurt each other’s feelings so much from all the suing and fighting they were miserable. I would make sure they ended things more amicably and I’d make sure Allen Klein does not get a look in at all during 1969. Seeing Paul get hurt like that is awful.

What song has the best vocals?: This is a real hard one to answer, but I’d say Twist and Shout, Helter Skelter and Norwegian Wood.

What song do you feel had no effort put into it?: Wild Honey Pie.

What is a well talked about moment in Beatles history you genuinely believe to be false?: Yoko wasn’t fully responsible for the break up the Beatles. I believe it was everyone’s fault to some extent, some more so than others. I think John caused the most damage to the band as a result of him putting in nearly no effort and having Yoko on his shoulder every day. Ringo quitting for two weeks is when I believe things were really starting to fall apart, and they never really recovered from that.

What is something you KNOW to be true, but often gets erased in their history?: John was bisexual, he’s pretty much admitted it as well. It gets dismissed constantly though. All of the Beatles were nice, amicable men who had their flaws and did what they can to become better people. None of them were gods, and none of them were inherently terrible people. John and Yoko’s relationship was toxic and incredibly unhealthy. They weren’t as happy together as the books and the Lennon estate make them out to be.

Least favorite look from a Beatle(s): John’s Sgt Pepper moustache. It just didn’t suit him, but then there was his beard from 1969. The beard looked disgusting and way too messy. I don’t think he made any attempt to keep it clean and that he just didn’t give a fuck about it, he just left it there to get worse and worse each passing day.

Favorite look from a Beatle(s): Shea Stadium, on all of them. But when John’s sweaty and his hair is a mess, he just looks fantastic. I also love the suits all four of them wore in Cincinnati in 1966.

I’ll tag @princessleiaqueen @theliverpoolsoldier @underwallsandbridges and @latinxbeatles and anyone else who wants to do it. Don’t feel like you have to do this, but I love reading everyone’s answers :)

#tag games #the beatles

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just-another-killer-queen · 5 years

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Naked

Pairing: Roger Taylor x reader

Words: 1815

Warnings: smut, oral sex (both ways), unprotected sex (be safe, guys!), reader is self-conscious about her face without makeup

Summary: You are Roger’s girlfriend but he hasn’t seen you without makeup yet and you’re scared of what he will think of you when he does.

A/N: I imagined this as 70′s!Roger while writing it, but it’s not specified in the fic.

It was a long day at the studio. The boys had been arguing for what seemed like hours, about one single line in the song they were working on. You thought both versions sounded great, but they were too stubborn to admit that.

“I’m not changing the lyrics,” Roger yelled at Freddie. “It’s my song and I wrote it this way for a reason!”

“But it would be so much better if…”

“No!”

“I think we should take a break,” John suggested, completely fed up with the constant fighting of his bandmates. “Maybe we’ll find a solution tomorrow.”

“There’s no need for a solution,” Roger told him angrily. “That line is perfect the way it is.”

“Oh, come on,” Freddie rolled his eyes. “Do you really think that?”

“Yes, I do, Fred,” Roger shouted.

“Okay, I’ve had enough of this,” John sighed, standing up. “I’m leaving. Now.”

“I’m going with you,” Brian said. “I’m tired. I think we could all benefit from getting some rest.”

Roger and Freddie looked at each other, trying to decide what to do. Rog still looked mad, but Freddie seemed to calm down a bit.

“I think they might be right. We can talk about this tomorrow,” Freddie said.

“Okay,” Roger gave in.

They packed their equipment, then you all walked out of the studio.

“So, do you wanna come over?” Roger turned to you. “You could sleep over at my place tonight.”

“Um… I don’t know,” you told him. “I have to go to work early tomorrow.”

It was a lie and Roger knew it. The real reason you didn’t want to stay at his place was because he hasn’t seen you without makeup yet and you were scared of what he would think, but you didn’t want to tell him that.

“(Y/N)”, he said seriously, looking into your eyes. “Why don’t you want to ever stay over at my place? I don’t understand. We hang out all the time, we had sex, and you were okay with making our relationship official and meeting my friends, but you still don’t want to stay at my place for the night. Am I doing something wrong?”

You looked him in the eye, swallowing hard. He looked genuinely hurt. Maybe it was time you told him the truth.

“Okay, but please don’t laugh at me.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“So, the thing is… You haven’t seen me without makeup and I’m afraid you won’t like my face without it,” you blurted out. You held your breath, watching the ground under your feet, as if those gray stones were the most interesting things you’ve ever seen.

“Hey,” Roger said in a gentle voice. “Look at me.”

You did.

“You don’t need to be worried,” he assured you, stepping closer and pulling you in his arms. “Yes, I like the way you do your make-up but I know it’s not how your face looks naturally.”

“Yeah, I know but…”

“No ‘but’. You have nothing to fear, I swear. I mean, I’ve seen you naked many times, do you really think seeing you without makeup could make me like you less?”

“I know it’s not logical,” you whispered, feeling ashamed. “Being naked is different.”

“Okay, I get it. But I can promise you that my feelings for you won’t change at all.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, hugging him tight.

“So, what do you say? Still wanna go home tonight?” he questioned.

“No,” you smiled, your face still buried in his shoulder.

* * *

When you arrived at Roger’s place, you were still a bit anxious. When he noticed it, he suggested you just sit down on the couch to cuddle and have a cup of tea.

“(Y/N),” Roger started once you both settled down. “I hope you don’t think I’m trying to force you into anything. I just enjoy your company so much that I miss you terribly every time you go home in the evening. I would love to sleep next to you and I’m sure you’re beautiful without makeup. But if you’re not ready, I understand.”

“Rog,” you smiled at him, cupping his cheek with your hand. “I know you wouldn’t force me if I didn’t want to do this. But I do. I’m just a bit scared, that’s all.”

“Is there any way I can make this easier for you?”

“You already did, love,” you told him, giving him a peck on the lips, then getting up and heading to the bathroom.

* * *

“Okay, I can do this,” you told yourself, standing in front of the bathroom mirror. You had removed all your makeup, and you were ready to go back to the living room to Roger.

You took a deep breath then walked out, trying to look more confident than you felt.

You closed the door behind you then looked around the room but Roger was nowhere to be found.

“Rog?” you called out.

“I’m in my bedroom,” you heard his voice.

When you entered the room, you saw Roger sitting on his bed with a book in hand. He looked up when he noticed you, smiling warmly.

You didn’t say anything, you just stood in the doorway awkwardly.

“You’re gorgeous,” he told you and you knew he meant it by the look in his eyes. “Come here.”

You climbed into bed next to him and he tossed the book on his nightstand.

“I hope you aren’t worried anymore,” he said, rolling over to be on top of you.

“I’m not,” you giggled.

Roger grinned before leaning down and kissing your neck. You moaned when he sucked on the spot he knew was the most sensitive. You snaked your arms around him, pulling up his shirt, digging your fingers into his bare back.

When he felt your arms around him, Rog pulled away from you, sitting up to pull his shirt over his head. You took the opportunity to sit up as well, getting rid of your own shirt. Roger grinned at you when he saw you were wearing his favorite bra. He cupped your breasts through the fabric, then unclasped it and helped you take it off.

You lay down again as Roger undid your pants and pulled it down along with your panties. You were now lying naked in front of him, and for the first time, there was no makeup covering your face. You were completely bare, but you didn’t feel insecure at all. Roger was looking over you with so much hunger in his eyes that the only things you could feel were lust and anticipation.

He leaned down and peppered your chest with kisses. You moaned when he took one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and biting it gently.

He soon moved on, kissing down your stomach, then hovering over your core. You could feel his warm breath on your labia but he didn’t touch you.

You groaned in frustration, which made Roger chuckle.

“Don’t tease me,” you told him. “Please.”

He didn’t answer, but stuck his tongue out, swirling it around your clit.

You bucked your hips, desperate for more friction, but Rog held you down.

“Stay still,” he warned you. “Or I’ll stop.”

He dived back in, licking your clit and your core.

You looked at him. It was a glorious view, seeing him between your legs, his eyes closed, and his blond hair all over your thighs.

Just when you started to really enjoy yourself, Roger pulled away.

He got up and pulled down his pants and underwear.

Before he could climb back on the bed, you stood up and kissed him hard. You pulled him flush to your body, his erection pressing against your stomach.

You backed him against the nearest wall, getting on your knees in front of him.

When you looked up at him, his eyes were clouded with lust, anticipating your next move. You kept eye-contact with him as you took his hard dick in your hands.

He gasped as you started pumping your hand up and down his shaft, and when you took him in your mouth, he let out the most sinful moan you’ve ever heard.

“Oh, fuck, please stop or I’ll come,” he breathed out after a while.

You let go of him and stood up. The moment you were standing he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“Jump,” he ordered while tightening his grip on you.

When you did, he spun you around, slamming your back against the wall.

He started thrusting into you without warning.

“Oh my god, Rog,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for some stability. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking hickeys into your skin.

You both groaned as he quickened his pace. When you started moving your hips in synch with his thrusts, his cock hit your G-spot with every movement, and you lost it.

“Fuck, Rog, oh my god.”

And with that, you came hard, shouting a string of curse words.

Roger followed shortly after, when he felt your walls clench around him. He threw his head back as he orgasmed and you took the opportunity to lean down and suck a hickey into his neck.

After he came down from his high, he pulled out of you, putting you down on the ground.

“That was amazing,” he panted with a huge grin on his face.

“Yeah,” you agreed, holding onto his arms for balance.

* * *

You groaned when you heard an alarm clock go off somewhere on the other side of the room.

It took you a moment to register that it was now morning and you were in Roger’s bed. His arms were wrapped around you from behind and you were both naked.

You smiled when you remembered how well last night went.

“Rog, wake up.”

You turned around to face Roger. He opened his eyes slightly.

“Ugh, what’s that sound?” he asked.

“You don’t recognize your own alarm clock?” you asked giggling.

“It’s too early for me to recognize anything,” he mumbled. “Turn it off, please.”

You got up and walked over to his desk.

“Why is it on your desk anyway? Shouldn’t it be on the nightstand?”

“No, it used to be there but it didn’t work, I could turn it off too easily, then fall back asleep. I kept being late for recording sessions.”

“I see,” you smiled, walking back to him after you turned off the alarm clock.

“What do you say we make breakfast together?” he asked, sitting up and pulling you in his lap.

“I’d love that,” you nodded.

“It was so good to wake up next to you,” he told you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “I’m glad we finally took this step.”

“Me, too,” you agreed. “You know what? You could stay over at my place tonight,” you suggested.

“Good idea,” he smiled.

#fanfic #domi's writing #roger taylor x reader

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iwillcomeastherain · 6 years

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Because this is my first life Review

Rating: A+

My synopsis: Ji-Ho can’t afford to rent out an apartment of her own, and Se-hee needs a roommate to help cat-sit and help pay rent. They become roommates by accident but realize that through contract they can come to a beneficial agreement to satisfy their needs: a home and extra money for rent.

What I liked about it: One thing I was very impressed with was how well the storyline was written. The supporting characters didn’t feel like it. They where part of the story, you where as interested and invested in them as the main characters. It was beautifully interwoven that it was a pleasure to watch.

Maybe because they made fun of it in the beginning, but the advertisements didn’t feel like such. They where nicely written in that you barely noticed.

Ji-hos character is sometimes described as unpredictably crazy. In most dramas it’ll mean that she catches an attitude every now and then. But here I truly felt where it wasn’t just an ill placed label. She did the unexpected in the best way. It was amazing to see her flip the script for anyone. You’d think at times she was demure or submissive. Yet once she was able to think things through she would come out and amaze everyone. Just because she wasn’t always outspoken or would try to be helpful didn’t mean she was a pushover. I love strong female characters, who can come in many different forms.

Se-hee is a quirky fellow. He has his unique way of thinking and I am glad that they didn’t compromise that even towards the end. He stayed true to himself. Many times 3 episodes in, for the sake of romance writers will make characters radically different as the pilot episode. I’m glad that didn’t happen here.

Su-Ji is such a strong female I was in awe of her. The restraint she showed when going through harassment at work. Was glad to see her take charge, admit her mistakes and give love a chance.

Bo-mi was a riot. Working in an office full of men in an industry dominated by men yet hilariously putting them in their place. Stole the show anytime she was on.

What I didn’t like: The relationship between Ho-rang and won-Seok. Since episode one they had mentioned that they where often breaking and making up. In my opinion after seven years it’s a toxic way to be in a relationship, flip flopping like that. I will admit that they had their cute couple moments. But the arguing was constant and about the same thing. It became tyring quick.

Which brings me to my next point, Ho-rang and Won-seok should have ended up with different partners. Not necessarily the ones they almost did with, but any random person. I understand that it might be difficult to cast someone else, but that would have really been different. Many times to end the drama supporting characters are pushed together. It would have been such a different yet realistic thing to do. For a drama that was endearingly doing things different I was dissapointed in this.

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This drama was so refreshingly told and acted I had to watch it 2x in less than a week. The whole roommates turned lovers trope has been played many times before. It should not have been so uniquely told yet it was. So it is definitely a god tier drama I would recommend.

#kdrama #because this is my first life #lee min ki #jung so min #review #god tier

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kimora2000 · 7 years

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I Really Like You!EXO Oh Sehun x Reader

Chapter 12:

I Really Like You 2

Recap..........

"Hey."

"You ok?"

"Yeah. My dad tells me that it's better to get something off your chest, no matter how much it hurts. You don't want it to eat you away to nothing."

She was right. I want to ask her but is it the right time?

"(Y/N)?"

She looked at me.

"I have something to ask. Just listen first."

I took a deep breath and poured out my feels for her.

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Sehun's POV

"When I first saw you, sitting in the cafe. I thought you were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. After spilling my drink on you and seeing you cry that day, it made me feel something, I didn't know yet. When we hung out that day, all the stress of work and the drama just faded away. I realized that I had fallen for you. When I realized that I forgot your number and name, I took it as an excuse just to see you again. I love seeing you smile and laugh."

'I sound like I'm desperate, but hell I am.'

"When we were working with you at the shoot, I saw a strong and independent woman, who I only had eyes for. While the others guys talked about you and checked you out, I will admit I...was...a bit upset. And when you dragged me off and wanted me to hold you because you were upset. I wanted that moment to last forever. Plus seeing you in my clothes makes my heart beat faster because it just looks like a great fit."

I looked her in the eyes and could see tears building up in her eyes.

"The truth is... I really really like you. I want to make you... happy. I want to see you in my clothes. I want to be able to hold your hand all the time and not having to text till dawn just to know that, the woman I love, isn't in the same room as me. I know I sound like someone who is needy, but I've never felt this way before and I feel like... we... we might have something."

A tear rolled down her face, but I wiped it away and looked her in the eyes.

"Sehun. I really like you too."

She smiled at me and I was so happy to see that smile.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

She just nodded. I leaned in as did she. And we shared our first kiss. It was so electrifying. I don't want this to end.

One of one girl ojik hana teullimespshi naye dabin neo Neon '1 of 1' girl Wanbyeokae Bigyohaul su eomneun neon imi Nae sesange yuilhan uimi

We broke up and saw Baekhyun, Jongin, and Jongdae laughing at us.

"Really guys?"

They ran off. I looked at (Y/N), to see her laughing at those nerds. But I want another kiss, so I captured her lips again. It was just like the first one. With so much pass...

When I see your face. It's not a thing that I would change. Cause you're amazing just the way you are. And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while Because you're amazing just the way you are.

'Again?' I thought as I pulled back to see nothing but hear laughter. (Y/N) just grabbed my face and pulled me towards her. I rested my forehead on hers and we said nothing. Then she pecked my lips.

"I'm glad I didn't leave."

We headed downstairs to see the guys sitting around the tv. We walked past Baekhyun and Jongdae and I grabbed the pillow that was between them so I could hit them. I laid down on the couch and felt (Y/N) squeeze in between the couch and me. She wrapped her right arm around my chest while her left was my pillow. She cradled my head and would run her fingers through my hair ever so often. I fell asleep in her arms sometime during the movie.

Chanyeol's POV

I looked up to see both Sehun and (Y/N) out. They were cuddling each other on the couch.

"We should put them to bed."

And I stood up to grab (Y/N). She was super light and once I got her up, she wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. She was still out. I watch as Jongin and Kyungsoo help get Sehun on Junmyeon's back.

"Should we stick them in the same bed or build a mat for Sehun to sleep on?"

Everyone who was still up looked around at each other. It's still a bit weird having a girl over, but now she's dating a member.

"Let's make a mat for Sehun to sleep on. Jongdae and Minseok help the others get to bed. Kyungsoo could you help us?"

Junmyeon suggested and everyone agreed. We walked up the stairs to Sehun's room and I placed (Y/N) on the bed and covered her up. While I did that, Kyungsoo put out a padded mat and then I helped Junmyeon lay him down. We covered him up and started to walk out. As I turned around, I saw that both had turned to face each other even though they were at different levels. 'Cute!' And with that, I turned out the lights and shut the door.

#exo #exo k #exo m #exo sehun #exo fluff #exoromance #exoxreader #fanfic #fluff #marriage #ohsehun #pregnancy #reader #romance #sehun #sehun x reader #xreader

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tcohs-messenger · 7 years

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Lovely (Birthday!YooRan)

HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY YOOSUNG my beautiful son I adore you with all my life.

This, of course, is a Birthday themed piece. This is a continuation of my ‘Little Danger’ series, but it is also a stand alone piece! Thus- you don’t have to read the rest to really understand what is going on, but it does help solidify their relationship better. :33

Lovely

(A Part of Danger Goes A Long Way series)

March 12th is an ordinary day. Yoosung woke up, cooked some eggs, and went to class like any other day. Sure, it was his birthday, but nothing to really fret over.

It wasn’t as though everybody had ignored him, quite the contrary. His parents sent him a few gifts through the mail, and when he logged into the messenger, he discovered an entire chat opened up just to tell him to have a great birthday. Hell, Seven had programmed it to open right at midnight and started it with a cheering emoji and some meme that Yoosung knew was too far ahead of him to realize.

Even Jaehee was assuring that she was sending him a gift within the next few days once her next paycheck came in.

It was nice to know that everyone kept him in their thoughts- that is- except for one person.

For the entire week leading up to this day, Saeran had not uttered a single word in his direction. Every time he initiated conversation, either text or a phone call, Saeran didn’t answer. When he asked Seven about it, the only response he got was a, ‘he is in his brooding phase’ and a laughing emoji back.

Despite all that, Yoosung was just concerned and hoped that Saeran was okay. What if he was going back into a bad place? Surely, Seven wouldn’t let that happen right?

He thought a little selfishly, saddened that he wouldn’t get to see Saeran on his birthday. That in itself would have been a gift…

His classes, done and over with for the day, Yoosung was finally free. The walk home was eerily silent to him, as though telling him that he should be expecting something.

Yoosung smiled sweetly as he saw a familiar face, Ms. Su, sitting in her chair as she knitted. She waved feebly, grinning back in that warm manner she always had. “Hello Yoosung! I hear it is your Birthday today!”

Oh Yoosung loved Ms. Su. She always made it a point to know all the tenants she lived with and went out of her way to greet and farewell them as they went by her apartment. “It is! How did you know?”

She wiggled her brow cheekily, wagging a finger at him. “A little birdie told me! Now you get in your place, it’s chilly out here- you’ll get a cold!”

Yoosung pouted back at her. “I could say the same to you, Ms. Su! You’re only in a shawl!”

“Oh sweetie, I’ve also got my fuzzy slippers. Besides, the cold helps wake up my bones! But don’t worry, I’ll go in soon enough. You have a good Birthday dear!”

Yoosung bowed sweetly before entering his apartment and finally realizing what he was to be expecting earlier…

And people wondered why Saeran despised his brother so much? Like- really? A spare fucking key? And to Yoosung’s apartment?

That didn’t mean he knew how to use it though.

Saeyoung wiggled the key into the hole, trying to figure out how to use an actual lock as opposed to a computerized one. Saeran rolled his eyes, sneering at his brother as he struggled.

“How the fuck do you have that?”

“You’re really asking ME that question? I’d think you’d just be grateful that you don’t have to fucking pick the lock! Besides, Yoosung’s my baby boy, I have to protect him!”

“I thought you said you’d stop doing that spy shit! And don’t call Yoosung a ‘baby’ it makes me feel weird...”

“Shh! We can’t draw too much attention! We only have like four hours to set it up…”

A sudden door slam seems to break up their banter, the twins instantly jumping and turning to face a much shorter, older woman, holding an accusatory finger at them. “Who are you two and what do you think you’re doing trying to get into Yoosung-boy’s apartment? I’ll have you know that I have the police on speed dial and back in my day I was known as the black belt of the block- I’m not just some feeble old coot!”

Saeran is- very lost. He holds his hands up, not even sure if that is the right response, and Saeyoung seems to mimic him. A moment later, Saeyoung is scrambling for words to defend themselves, although still very humored by being held up by this small woman.

“Listen, Miss…” He leads on, although a little perturbed when she doesn’t say her name, but he shrugs it off. “It’s Yoosung’s birthday, and we’re his best friends! We just wanted to set up his apartment so he has a surprise when he gets home from classes. And-uh…” Seven gulps, pushing Saeran closer, “I also wanted to bring his-- boyfriend! Because he’s been missing him!”

“Boyfriend?!” The woman seems to screech, hobbling closer, narrowing her gaze at the two men. “The only boyfriend I can think of Yoosung having is that cute little red-head he brings over all the time. You can’t pull the wool over my eyes!”

The Choi twins pause, Saeyoung glancing between the old lady and Saeran. “Uhm- well- he is a red-head…”

Now it’s the woman’s turn to look shocked. “Oh-! Really? Oh dear- I knew I should have put on my glasses…” She shuffles a little, pulling out a little pair of wire glasses and pressing them up to her eyes. “Oh my, oh it is you Saeran! It is so good to see you! It’s been a couple days though- Yoosung’s been missing you…”

Saeran sighs, halfway perturbed as to why she knows him so well, but also not willing to give it much thought. “I’ve been missing him too…”

The woman looks between the two twins. “Oh, you two must be brothers then! Dear- I am so sorry about causing a ruckus. Here, let me help you with this lock, it jingles a bit…”

So here they were, Seven and Saeran, watching bemused as this frail lady nearly rips off the doorknob trying to open the damn door. “My name is Ms. Su, by the way! I make it a priority to know everyone who lives in the complexes. Now, Yoosung gets done with classes around three, so you better hurry! Make sure he has a good Birthday you two!” She farewelled them, sitting on her little chair and picking up a ball of yarn to knit.

“There! No- no wait! A little higher--- yes!” Seven jumped off from the top of the chair, plopping onto the floor with a grimace as his feet made impact. “Jesus- I really need to be working out more… so, how does it look?”

Saeran came out from the kitchen, half covered in flour, half in frosting, and marveled in all the work Seven put into for a few hours. He had managed to put up streamers along each wall, hung up that traditional ‘happy birthday’ sign, set out all the presents that the RFA had gathered up for him, and even went out of his way to clean up the apartment for Yoosung. “It looks nice…”

Seven smiled and glanced down at the couch, a little horrified to see an actual spring popping out of it. “Maybe I should have gotten him a new couch and not this old thing…” He referenced his own gift (a contraption he made, a toy perhaps, like a mixture between Operation, Tamagotchi, and Fur-real friends).

Saeran shook his head viciously. “No! No… I… we like the couch…”

Just then, Saeran heard the jingling of the lock, and the door opened, revealing an exhausted Yoosung. His expression had morphed from drooped to excited in one fell swoop. “Saeran! Seven!?”

“Gotta Blast!” To Saeran’s horror, Seven raced back and jumped out of the nearest window, giving an echoed and pained whine as he heard the crunching of some leaves.

“Oh! Yoosung’s boyfriend’s brother- are you alright?!” Came a familiar voice.

“Hi Ms. Su! Yeah, I’m alright!”

Yoosung stared out the window shocked, a little bit more at ease to find Seven merely sitting in one of the bushes down below. “Seven! You just jumped two stories, are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

Seven shrugs, or at least it looks like it from this angle. Yoosung just shakes his head and looks back at Saeran who is trying to untie the apron he’s wearing. “How do you even live with him?”

Saeran laughs, shrugging. “It’s more like surviving if anything…”

They’re finally alone, after at least two weeks of not talking to each other. Saeran fiddles with his fingers, biting his lip, gaining just enough confidence to speak to him. “Hey- Happy Birthday, Yoosung.”

“Thanks!” Yoosung instantly announces back, red collecting on his cheeks and his shyness soon gathering in his belly again. He rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, but he wants to admit it. “I was worried I wouldn’t get to see you today- actually got kind of sad. I’m glad you’re here, like, really glad.”

Saeran felt guilt and pride swelling in him in one fell swoop. He looks at his fingers and fiddles shyly, cheeks warming up once more. “I’m sorry about that- I had been thinking of what to do for you and- yeah- it was just a lot of thinking…”

Yoosung nestles closer, taking Saeran’s hands into his own, rubbing circles into his palms with the pads of his fingers. “That’s okay, sometimes you just need time to think!”

This time, instead of just blushing and mumbling, Saeran laughs. He makes a move, pulling Yoosung against him in a firm hug, cheek pressed into the curve of his throat. “You are the sweetest person, Yoosung. You deserve everything in the world.”

The tables turned, and Yoosung takes the time to blush a storm and look on with flustered mumbling. “Ah- well, I’m not too sure about that…”

“But you do!” Saeran pulls Yoosung back, holding his cheeks in his hands and looking him in his bright violet eyes. “You don’t see it though- how wonderful you are. You are so amazing, Yoosung. You are so loving, so accepting, your heart is so damn beautiful that you would even dare to love someone like me is just astounding. You do all of this while barely getting anything in return…”

Yoosung’s eyes were shimmering in adoration, lip trembling as he tried to not let his eyes gather in tears. He couldn’t have deserved such nice words, right? “S-Saeran- you’re too nice to me…”

“I’m not nice enough,” Saeran mumbles back a little sadly. He had been feeling that way for a while, as though he had abandoned Yoosung, just took from him and never gave back. But that was a topic for another day, today was Yoosung’s birthday. “But hey- let’s get to the celebrating! It is your birthday, after all. The rest of the RFA said they’ll be here around eight so we have to get this cake done…”

Yoosung gasps, already back to his overjoyed self. “You were making me a cake?”

Saeran rolls his eyes, despite the small smile he had. “Well, yeah. You usually have cakes on birthdays… I still have to ice it though.”

“I can help ice it!”

“No! It’s your birthday, you aren’t supposed to make your own cake!”

“Please! I really like icing the cake…”

Saeran grumbled, soon relenting. After all, Yoosung was the Birthday Boy. And the Birthday Boy always gets what he wants.

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i can’t believe i actually did a seasonally-appropriate thing on time

Machi is reading before class starts when Momiji leans over her desk and says, "You like Momiji, right?"

The book comes up over her face as she slides down in her chair, with a noncommittal sort of noise that's meant to express I am invisible please don't ask loaded questions especially about my likes or dislikes also I'm busy being a robot.

Momiji laughs, long and bright and giggling, and admits, "Okay, that was mean, I know. But you do, right?" he adds, reaching for her book, but only just to point at the bookmark in it. "Like autumn leaves?" This time using the pronunciation that's not a pun on his name.

Machi stares at the bookmark tucked between the pages of Summer-Colored Sigh,

(originally it was going to be the Mogeta manga but you know what, I like this joke, everyone has read Summer-Colored Sigh, remember Hatori "This book is disgusting. … Why are you holding your hand out like that, I'm not going to actually stop, I want to see how absolutely disgusting it is" Souma. Even Tohru has read it you know she did, she has to respect Shigure's author talent. If it's really that dirty then Saki book-clubbed with her and Arisa afterwards just to make sure Tohru didn't get any truly weird ideas from it. They'd offer to do the same for Kyou but Kazuma has also read this book and Saki trusts him to give his boy informative talks. Anyway Machi discovered it in her bag the other day and she assumed Yuki put it there because that seems like the kind of shit Yuki would pull these days, or maybe it's some kind of weird boyfriend hint?? But Yuki would never do that because that would involve admitting he has read the book, which he absolutely has; actually Ayame recommended it to Kakeru and Kakeru was the one who snuck it into Machi's bag, ANYWAY)

the one she made with the red maple leaf, and she scowls with her lips pressed thin in her too-warm face while she considers it, because she doesn't want to admit that the thing she likes about it is Yuki.

"Okay well the reason I'm asking," Momiji continues on, sprinting right over her obstinacy, "is because the autumn foliage at our house is getting ready to peak this week I think and you should come over on our day off to see it! We're really rich, so it's very gorgeous, we've got a lot of old-fashioned houses and traditional gardens, and I'm going to have a picnic with lots of snacks…" He ticks off on his fingers, trailing off, and then flashes her a grin. "So you'll definitely come, won't you?"

"Nnn," says Machi. She tries to slide a little further down in her desk, but it's very difficult with Momiji standing right there and making her have to scrunch up her legs.

Momiji has had a growth spurt, and he is now very tall, and still very German, and perfectly loud. In addition, he has no one to impress here with his new maturity, Tohru being not in their class, and so he crumples his face up in earnest disappointment, and dials the manipulation up to eleven, and pleads like a child half his age: you have to come, you have to, it will be so much fun, please say you'll come, you will come won't you.

And then the next thing you know it's aw, you can't say no to that, Kuragi and why don't you go, Kuragi, and Machi is caving to the peer pressure. Maybe it does sound fun, going out and doing things. Or maybe the point is to go to see if it is fun. Maybe she'll take a ginko leaf back with her so she can throw it in her stupid boyfriend's face.

Yes.

So Sunday finds Machi at the Souma estate, which is indeed as pretentious and historical as Momiji described. It makes her feel a bit like a child again, in an unpleasantly squirmy way.

(There are momiji, red maples, at the gate, tucked among tall pines. Also at the gate is Momiji, looking very aggrieved while some person--arms crossed over their bundled-up layers--lectures him about I opened the gate, it's open, you can bring your friends in through here, stop dragging them through that hole in the wall it's a liability if we get sued that's coming out of your trust fund.)

Hatsuharu is there too, and he gives her a wave when he sees her. There's a whole cluster of people--Hatsuharu introduces a girl named Rin, who gives her her condolences ("So I hear you're dating Yuki"), and a younger girl bites her lip and bounces on the balls of her feet before she bursts out that she's Kisa and this is Hiro. And Kagura is pleased to meet her, as well.

Maybe Momiji and Haru also invited some other friends from their class, taking advantage of the fact that this is a thing Souma can do now? Would having more school people over balance out the former-Zodiac clique-y-ness, or would that just make Machi even more isolated and pushed to the sidelines if she's not the sole focus of Souma attention? Either way idk about any of those kids so you can just imagine them in here if you like. Me, I'm trash for Souma shenanigans.

"Aww, I'm sorry," Momiji tells Machi as they stroll along down the road in a straggling group. "It's so much more fun to sneak in, because then it feels like you're getting away with something! But the family head caught me."

Machi doesn't know how to answer this. Machi doesn't know why this entire family is apparently like this. Machi is unaware that some time from now, when Yuki starts bringing her around to visit officially, he will insist every time on using the hole in the wall just because he can, and she'll know exactly what he means as he takes her hand and tugs her to scramble through and they both emerge with clothes a little rumpled and leaves in their branch-snarled hair.

But for now, Machi tucks her hands in her coat pockets and looks around as they meander to the picnic spot, taking in the riot of green and gold and red and brown, all cluttered and contrasting like clouds of brightly-saturated fog. Dried-up leaves crunch under their shoes, and the disorder makes Machi remember about a book that Yuki shared with her that Honda found for him in the library, all about cottage gardens. His vegetable plot is nice orderly rows, but Honda said this looked more like him, all a jumble of vegetables and flowers and herbs together, growing up even on the roofs of the houses. Machi thought she could love a house like that.

She knows that the Souma gardens aren't really very similar--that they'll be traditional Japanese gardens, a very rigid attempt to recreate the spontaneity of nature, a very controlled effort to emulate chaos, that every unexpected surprise and asymmetrical detail is purposefully planned. That it's perfect.

But it's pretty anyway, the branches of the trees trespassing over the walls that hem everything in, and with everyone chattering around her to fill in the silence it doesn't make her chest feel as tight as she thought. Machi breathes in the crisp, cool late-November air and thinks she's glad to be here.

The group ends up near a pond, probably, because the dark water and the reflections of the leaves on the water and the bright leaves floating on the surface would be really pretty. Maybe there are expensive fish. They'll set up their picnic blanket under some brilliantly red maples. They'll have tea, they'll eat sweets--I tried googling what to eat for autumn leaves viewing but the internet was not particularly helpful, all I really learned is that once again all the amazing KitKat flavors are exclusive to Japan which is Unfair and also that people tempura maple leaves which sounds...not great but maybe I'm wrong.

Also Rin and Machi failed the Bedschel test earlier so now I'm trying to think of interests they all share outside of Yuki and because I am uncreative my answer to this is Mogeta.

Also I'm starting to regret not having Tohru in here. This started with just "Momiji and Machi and excluding Yuki" and then I added the others in because it made logical sense and I thought it would be cute to have Machi bond with the other Souma. And it's most cute of all to have Machi and Tohru bond, as Tumblr fandom keeps reminding me, but unfortunately that is just Too Pure for me to do proper justice and I need to waste my talents on shit like this instead. But it seems really weird for Momiji not to have invited Tohru.

Okay maybe Momiji did invite Tohru, this is a little flimsy because momijigari is a decent window of time unlike, say, cherry blossom viewing, Momiji would have plenty of chances, but let's say he picked this particular weekend and he invited Tohru to quality-time admire some autumn foliage with him (koyo is the same way you write Momiji's name, but pronounced differently, so Momiji purposefully makes this offer around Kyou and makes suggestive faces at Kyou while Tohru isn't looking, while Kyou is like whyyyyy must you pick on me like this). But Tohru was like "Ohh that's really sweet but I'm so sorry, Momiji, Shishou already invited us to the dojo to see the leaves there. But I really really want to see the leaves with you too, so let's make a plan for another day, okay?"

Alright, Kyou, Momiji sees what you did there. Fine then. Fine. You win this round. He'll go autumn leaf hunting with Yuki's girlfriend instead.

This is also better for Yuki not getting an invite, because it wouldn't go well asking Tohru to keep it secret from Yuki.

Anyway I'm sorry Tohru can't bond with them about Mogeta, but we know that Machi and Kagura and Kisa and Hiro (who won't admit it in exactly those terms) are avid Mogeta fans. I expect Momiji likes it too, and that Haru--if he's not watching it on his own--has watched because Kisa is interested in it. I feel like Rin is like Hiro and is like "screw this dumb show" but then binges it lol.

So they chat about Mogeta, and how much they love it, and the weird crap it does, and if the storytelling will turn out to be actually secretly brilliant, and the manga versus the anime, and which opening is best, and Rin's secret Mogeta fanart, fuck you Haru that's not a thing, and after a while they all migrate indoors because trying to all huddle over Momiji's phone to stream episodes together is a huge pain.

There should be a brilliant segue here to lead us into the next section, but I don't have it, so apparently the other thing I decided they should have in common for bonding is video games. They went to Haru's house to watch Mogeta because it was closest or whatever, and he's got game systems scattered around, and in between Mogeta episodes Machi stares at them.

She's vaguely intrigued by the idea of video games, because Kakeru is pretty into them, but she is also definitely distrustful of the idea of video games, because they are Kakeru's thing. But she's curious.

So of course Haru and Rin, who name their children after…Kingdom Hearts characters right???, they are extremely invested in enabling Machi on video games. Shit now all I can think of is my coworker from Bulgaria whose favorite phrase when learning a new skill is "Now I'm not a virgin at this anymore."

A classic game like Tetris does not go over well. The pressure of Tetris fills Machi with screaming, heart-pounding, controller-throwing rage. Possibly Haru and Momiji already guessed this from classroom-trashing rumors and they did not try Tetris.

Man this is when I wish I knew more about video games so I'd know what is more Machi's speed. What is full of wanton destruction?

...I have never played Grand Theft Auto myself but I feel like that is probably. It.

This relates to a prompt that Katia gave me, for Hiro and Kisa and "Teach me how to play?", which I haven't written up yet but which I did plan at least "Haru is playing violent video games and Kisa, who bites people, is like 'Teach me how to play I need to channel my oncoming teen angst and destress' while Hiro's horrified like 'noooooo I know you are a year older than me and all but you're precious and pure and why are you corrupting her, Haru-nii????'"

Consider this that prompt, maybe.

Also this makes me nostalgic for Need For Speed, a game I was never good at and which was a source of endless frustration. But what if they played it to be bad at it? All taking turns and cheering each other on, competing to see who can make the best fiery crash, who can get the most cops following them without getting caught, if you go fast enough can you crash through that fence?? Machi going from deadpan to rage faster than the cars, everyone laughing until they're crying while offering incoherent advice to each other because they can't breathe.

It's very wholesome wanton destruction, and Machi has a lot of fun. Is this what it's like to be Yuki, hanging out with Kakeru, growing as a person???

(Yes, this is exactly what it's like. Good for you, Machi.)

I think the moral of this self-indulgence is that much later, when Yuki actually brings Machi around to introduce his girlfriend officially, everyone at the Main House is like "Uh yeah we've already met her? She's Momiji and Haru's friend and she's cool?? It's weird that you wanted to keep a secret girlfriend from us you creep???" and Yuki's like "fuck you Momiji why are you always like this."

Also I'm thinking now about Yuki having a ginko leaf bookmark because ~he likes yellow~ and like would he make it himself, because handmade and taking care of it and cute? Or would he realize that unlike Machi, who does have fine motor skills but has just stopped caring about effort because trauma, he is not capable of doing something like that neatly just because he concentrated and took his time and maybe if he wants a legit usable bookmark that looks nice and preserves his souvenir he should ask Tohru to make it for him.

#sobdasha fic adjacent #sobdasha fic #fruits basket #pure self indulgence #there isn't a single aspect of this that isn't self indulgence lol #from writing choices to content

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