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#and i also don't want to give anons the opportunity to see me replying to the accusation as me trying to justify my story
anadiasmount · 4 months
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imagine you're a celeb, and jude slides into your dms but you're having none of it because duh he's a football player and you know better than to get yourself involved with guys like that, but then you meet at an event and he's flirting but he's kind of intimidated by and you find it amusing but you still don't bug and he's litterally trying for months, months to get you to go on a date with him, and when you finally agree he's realised he's completely in love with you and you kinda are too but you're still guarding your heart because you don't want to lose him but you guys make it work and you become the it couple, private but not secret.
hii! you should also totally check out the fic @20-th-centurygirl posted, that’s called “work for it” as it’s similar to this anon post! please check it out it’s so so good 😣😋🤍
ik jude has mentioned he’s shy when meeting new people or just is in general, so this is making me think of shy! jude when meeting you.
he’d come across you after overhearing a couple of his england teammates talk about you, how you were this shiny new star that has taken over the internet rapidly. that same day he’d look over your profile completely falling for you. the posts you’d dedicated to friends, to charity, and selfies. he wouldn’t hesitate and quickly follow you. liking a few recent pictures and an old one where he liked by accident as he scrolled through your page.
a couple days later he continues to think about you, whether it was at breakfast with his teammates, during training, recovery, hell even if he was trying to fall asleep! your smile and bright eyes would consume his dreams and the reasons for his zoneouts, “yo jude, you good?”
he’d replied with a nod and quickly takes his phone out to send you a dm. he feels slightly embarrassed and shocked to when you don’t respond or bother following back, making him overthink if he should delete the reply. but instead he would find himself at the club with his mates, reacting to your recent story many weeks later.
you scoffed and laughed showing your friends who was hitting you up. it wasn’t that you weren’t interested, you were, but you knew you couldn’t trust him let alone yourself if you would be around him. you have commitment and trust issues after your very public break up, not being able to make friends easily as you did before.
5 weeks would pass by and you would continue to get notifications from jude, biting your cheek anxiously debating whether you should follow back or not. after a recent dm he’d sent you, you’d made the decision to follow him back and just react to his latest message. jude felt like you were ignoring him, which kinda pained him.
jude felt like you were playing hard to get and this would mess with his head after seeing you at a social event in madrid. he couldn’t take his eyes off you, drinking the last bit of his whiskey before having the courage to go over and introduce himself to you.
he would notice the small tint of pink on your cheeks as you had to look up at him, he felt immediate butterflies in his stomach, a tinge of nervousness now invading his system. “hello, i’d like to introduce myself, i’m jude. jude bellingham,” you would accept his handshake.
jude blinked rapidly, eyes roaming up and down your beautiful figure, becoming intimidated by your beauty and the way you made yourself feel and look confident. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you,” you’d smirk at the small shaky breath he released.
watching him stumble over his words trying to form a sentence. he’d be unable to look you in the eye for more than a couple seconds or he would be a mess.
while you know you shouldn’t get involved with a footballer, it felt right with him. jude would constantly check in with you, to see how you were, what you were up to, discussing his and your plans, wanting and offering to hangout bit you would turn him down at every opportunity.
while he slowly lost hope, he wouldn’t give up until you agreed because he had fallen madly inlove with you, even though you were stubborn to him. months and months later, on a special occasion where you would be in madrid again, you find yourself wanting to see jude after so long, texting him if he was still up for the date he suggested.
his palms grew sweaty and with wide eyes, he agreed without hesitation. he needed to see you, hold you, talk to you, just be close and never let go. even though he could tell you were afraid that night told him that the way he felt for you, was the same towards him.
“can i say something?” you’d ask him, watching as he shifted his full attention towards you. “i’m still kinda new to this whole thing… my last relationship was super public and honestly i don’t want that right now,” jude felt his heart sunk, his stomach wanting to throw up the food he’d just ate.
“if you’re still interested, i would love for us to continue having nights like this. i’m sorry for constantly shutting you out, i just have major trust issues and i don’t want to go through what i did again… i’ve healed…” you offer a small shy smile, jude’s eyes searching for hesitation or something that would hold him back.
“of course i am. and i respect you for telling what you did just now, it takes courage and a lot of healing, but you giving me a chance is making me the happiest man in the world y/n… i like you so much, i will protect you from anyone, okay?” jude grabbed your small hands and kissed them softly, but then quickly attached to his face where you kissed him.
the two of you would become the most talked about pair and couple after making it official, often invited to do interviews and shows together. he would soft launch you for months, driving even his teammates insane, but he was madly inlove you with, you were his adoration from here on out. “i love you jude…”
“i love you, princess.”
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k2ntoss · 2 months
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okay, so, adding onto your, as of this moment, most recent post, just picture it: you catch onto the fact that jason gets all smug seeing his handiwork on your nails when you jerk him off, and decide to surprise him by going out and testing literally every possible red nail polish available until you find the exact perfect shade that matches his helmet, and giving it to him as part of his gift for some occasion or another (personally I'm thinking either his birthday or Christmas, anniversary could work also)
but like, just imagine how thrilled he would be and how eager he would be to get that colour on your nails, and how impatient he would be for them to dry so he could see them in action, yknow? 👀👀
-🦊 (also omg i have my own tag now?🥹)
allow me to tell you that since you're the first "formal" anon with an emoji you are indeed my favorite, plus i'm always happy to see you around here bc you feed my delusions so thanks 🦊 ily, so yes you have your own tag
jason had to get used to his birthday being a little different since he started dating you, he had a reason to celebrate now and it was lovely, since he woke up you would shower him in details and little gifts and he loved to feel like a spoiled child because he felt all the love you had for him.
this year it wasn't different and his day was filled with things he liked a lot until he had to leave on patrol for a while so it was the perfect opportunity for you to prepare his last gift. it had been a while since he found out he liked painting your nails just to see artwork when you wrapped your hands around his dick, it simply made him grin proudly because it was his girl pleasing him and showing off her pretty nails, done by him so you decided to feed that little monster in jason's head. a whole week going into every store you saw to get the perfect shade of red that could match his helmet, carrying a pic on your phone just of the color to compare it until you found the one.
as soon as he slid into your apartment through the window he noticed the lights of the living room on which meant that you were there waiting for him so he made his way there. as soon as he saw you he took off the helmet, holding it under his arm and giving you a wide grin "isn't it past your bed time, princess?" jason asks teasingly as he walks towards the couch to sit next to you.
"no, it isn't because i have two last things for the birthday boy" you reply with a mischievous smile, handing him a small white box tied with a pretty red bow that he didn't wait to undo just to open the little box.
the smile that crept to his face was enough to know he was thinking about the reason behind the red nail polish bottle he was holding between his fingers, his eyes fixed on yours before he leaned in to kiss you but he stopped as soon as you tilted your head "are you gonna give me your pretty hands or do i have to ask?" jason's voice drops low and it makes a shiver run down your spine and even lower between your legs because you know what he wants.
"isn't it past my bed time? maybe we should wait until tomorrow morning so we can sleep" you reply, pushing jason a little just to build a little more of that pretty glint of need and desperation on his eyes and you let out a chuckle when he shakes his head, hair going messy and his white strand mixing a little with his jet black hair.
"you don't expect me to wait, right? give me your hands and let me see how they look when you use them on my cock, baby" jason's words make you swallow hard before you lay your hands on his thigh so he can start painting your nails and he's quick without messing it not even a little bit and you can't help but smiling when he's blowing on them to dry the nail polish.
"someone is getting a little impatient" you tease him which only earns you a low growl from his lips, he's impatient and needy because you can already see the outline of his half hard dick under his tactical pants and how his chest heaves under the chest plate so you blow a little too on your nails. jason stares at you, he even counts into his head how many minutes he has to wait until his trained eye sees the paint is dry.
"down on your knees. now" he almost barks the order as he spreads his legs to let you sit between them on the floor just to be met by his helmet placed between his thighs "put your pretty hands on the helmet, baby" jason says and you do so, his blood is boiling at the sight because the shade is exactly the same and his hands go a little clumsy when he decides to undo his belt and the buttons of his pants, taking away the helmet just so your hands can start to stroke him over his boxers.
there's soft grunts escaping his lips even if you're not touching him completely yet but he's so turned on by the color on your nails he can't really help it. leaning in he grabs your hips to move your body until you're sitting over his heavy boot, the rough material making you tremble ever so slightly "be a good girl and sit pretty there for me, yeah, love?" his voice is low and he smirks when you are the one sliding your hand under his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard dick, nodding at his words.
for jason there's nothing hotter than his girl but seeing you like this, getting him you know he likes to use with you makes him feel so good, the way you always seem to guess what he would enjoy a lot is like touching heaven and having you know, kneeling in front of him while you jerk him off sitting on his boot feels like the perfect birthday gift. your hand going up and down his length with the right amount of pressure before your thumb slides up to play with his tip drives him crazy, he thrust his hips a little just to urge you to keep going at the same time his hand holds your chin slowly guiding two digits into your mouth "don't you have anything to say to me, baby?" he asks with a smirk as his thumb presses your tongue to mess up with your words.
"happy birthday, jay..."
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biteofcherry · 5 months
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Okay, I lied. It's me again! 🫠🤤🥵
Since Kindergarten Teacher!Ari Levinson got paired up with a nice Aunt to a cute niece, what kind of pairings would the following have in that same Kindergarten School? How would they meet up and how would they hook up?
1) Administration Officer!Lloyd Hansen - He's also in-charge of the Secretaries, Nurses, Receptionist, etc.
2) Maintenance Coordinator!Curtis Everett - He's in-charge of the Bus Drivers/Supervisors, Utilities, Security Guards, etc.
3) Principal!Steve Rogers - He's in-charge of Academics and Administration
4) Accountant!Bucky Barnes - crunching numbers
5) Public Relations Officer!Ransom Drysdale - includes Marketing
6) CEO/KG Consultant!Andy Barber - He's the head honcho
7) Kindergarten Teacher!Nick Fowler
I don't know if you're aware, but I've been naming you evil goblin Anon. Turns out the goblin is occasionally a softie, who doesn't only want to see me suffer 😜
In reference to kindergarten teacher Ari.
Under the cut because my reply turned out long. Also some of these are fucking hilarious 😂 really, better not be drinking when you read it, especially Lloyd and Nick 🤣
Lloyd - of course he's in charge of all the secretaries, receptionists and nurses, I bet he has a different one for every day of the week (weekends included) 😎 He likes to undo buttons on women's clothes, but loves to push buttons even more. And what a better opportunity than meeting with an OSHA inspector! In reality, Lloyd makes sure everything is perfect when it comes to regulations, nothing needs to be improved, but he just loves the faces you make when he plays a careless asshole. His smirk when you stare at him, unsure if he was joking or being serious about leaving some wires for the kids to play with. At the end of inspection Lloyd makes a comment that usually after being poked and probed at the doctor's he gets a lollipop, but what you'll give him instead after your probing 🤣 Lloyd instantly knows he hit the jackpot with you, when he said in a low tone "I've never violated OSHA regulations at work, but I can violate you a bit later, if you want me to, Sunshine" and you moaned.
Curtis - Your catering company is newly hired to prepare meals for the kids of that kindergarten. The staff can also get the meals, but you've noticed Curtis never joins others at the time of meal. You've made some inquiries, if perhaps his meal wasn't paid in advance, but it turned out it was, he just ate it much much later (apparently after everyone was gone). So one day, after helping out dishing out all the food to hungry kiddos and the staff, you take Curtis' portion and go around looking for him. You find him in the far corner of the playground, sitting in the sun and eating a small sandwich. Turns out, Curtis avoids shared meals, because he's aware the kids are a bit scared of him (he's big, dressed in dark clothes which often get dirty from all the maintenance work he does, and has some visible scars). So he eats alone and later takes his catering portion back home. Somehow, since that day, you end up sharing lunch with Curtis. And one day he asks, if you'd maybe like to also eat dinner with him. In a restaurant.
Steve - gets me, because I said so 😏 Seriously, tho. Steve ends up with a doctor/nurse. It's a completely outside of kindergarten meeting, however it's because of the kindergarten. Steve ends up in your ER after getting into a fight with one of the fathers (it was a complete mess, Andy almost went completely gray because of it). When he tells you he got into a fight you almost roll your eyes, because you're so done with aggressive men. But then he mentions he punched a kid's father after learning he was abusing his kids. And he didn't care if he was going to lose his job, he doesn't tolerate any bullies, but especially ones hurting children. It wasn't a part of medical treatment, but you were ready to suck his dick right then and there. Instead, you offered him lunch (and went down on him afterwards...)
Bucky - he's a nerdy, focused, hot as fuck cutie who ends up with a fellow cute, nerdy accountant. You managed to get into kindergarten's accountant on internship, though they usually hire only Bucky. He's half your colleague, half mentor and 100% the hero of your needy dreams. There's occasional flirting, but Bucky won't cross the line as long as you're an intern. So you spend your working hours being dutiful, but also talking over your passions or new discoveries, or funny stories. You kinda meet Bucky's sister, because she tends to call at least once a week and he just puts her on speaker - which led to you occasionally joining their conversations. Then in the evening you lie in bed and get yourself off, imagining Bucky. Then your internship ends and it's almost heartbreaking that you won't get to see him daily. Bucky asks if you'd like to do a small send-away, which ends up just the two of you in a nice restaurant and then a stroll and ice cream, and then you losing count of your orgasms.
Ransom - I never even thought kindergartens have PR officers. If it's a private one then I get it, I guess. But I don't think Steve would run a private one, so we just going to assume Ransom does marketing for them as an annoying favor (while also having his main job for a different company). Still, pro-bono or not, Ransom is adamant on maintaining his level of professionalism, which means his level of snobbish. You're a single mom who is very engaged and critical. Steve doesn't have to rein Ransom in, because you're there, marching into his office with complaints about making the new website of the affordable kindergarten look as if it was for upper class only. There are a few other occasions when you clash with him, until the annual kids' photoshoot comes. You're ready to argue with Ransom again, expecting him to organize some snobbish royal type of stiff photoshoot, but instead it's a carefree, happy chaos at a mini zoo. And Ransom is there in simple jeans and softest looking sweater, holding a fucking baby goat. You bluntly propose him sex, because you really really felt like fucking him. What starts as a few hot booty calls turns into something more serious.
Andy - poor Andy needs someone to help him survive this kindergarten from hell that he's running. The kids are great, but his staff is causing him gray hair 😂 You meet Andy when you write your dissertation and set up a meeting with him to talk about economics in educational systems. During your interview Andy notices that while you ask very smart questions, you seem bored by it all. It's quite unprofessional, but you admit to him that you chase your degree, because you always thought you want to make a big career. But the last few years, especially since you've been visiting some kindergartens when doing research, you've found yourself longing after that - having kids, caring for them and for a household. You blurt out to Andy that you get so very excited about doing decorations and baking for the holidays and if you could that would be your daily reality. It hits a certain spark in Andy's housewife kink, but he simply comments that you can always make that dream come true after getting your degree. He also asks you to give him a call when your paper is finished. And you actually do. You're so proud and happy (including being happy that it's over), then Andy invites you to dinner. Few months later you end up married and pregnant and happy to stay at home.
Nick - first of all, when I thought of Nick as a teacher the only thing that came to my mind was:
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seriously, I bet he's the one teaching kids about secondary locations
So I went with that thought. Nick is a teacher, but not of one group of kids. He's hired to do safety drills and teach how to call an ambulance, or what to do if you know something bad is happening to another kid. He's also there when groups go on trips. But he occasionally can be too cool about it, aka too brusque. Kids love it, but you - a fellow teacher - try to keep him in line. At a kindergarten's funfair, where Nick helps kiddos throw balls to dunk principal Rogers, you eat too much funnel cake (well, you tell yourself later it's because of all the sugar) and drag Nick into an empty classroom for a quickie (insert a joke about taking him to a secondary location🤣)
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darksvster · 13 days
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Hi, I usually only send asks to people on anon, but I really wanted to say that I am so sorry this fandom has been so awful to you and made what should have been a fun and cool thing such a negative experience. I will be sad not to see the rest of the scripts, but I hope stopping the posts gives you some peace 💙
thanks for the kind words, honestly i need them right now. after some consideration, i've come to make a decision on how i want to operate moving forward.
as of now i've permanently deleted my scheduled posts on twitter, i won't be posting anything there anymore.
for tumblr, i removed everything from my queue and they're sitting in my drafts, but i may just post the excerpts i like this weekend.
on the whole, i'm taking a big step back from this fandom. i've met a lot of nice people here and made friends, but the loud voices of some of the worst people here just make this an overall unenjoyable experience. for my own mental health, i think it's important to simply cut off the opportunity for people to engage with me directly.
to give some clarity, this is not just about people doubting my posts. i find those to be funny since i have never made it a secret where i get my scripts from, people just seem to be unwilling to read or do research. i actually do have one single image of a script on my phone that the librarian okayed me to photograph. but i forgot about it while making edits and now i simply don't want to post it. (i thought i didn't copy down daemon asking for rhaenyra's hand in episode 4, apparently, i was wrong and just forgot about the picture.)
this is about people calling me awful names, accusing me of pedophilia, because that's everyone's favorite word to use in this fandom, and insulting my friends when i won't respond to them.
it's about people who seem to think i deserve harassment because i put myself out there. it's about people who think i'm just too engaged and need to be more "zen" about fandom and the insults being hurled my way. it's about people who feel entitled to my posts and regularly demand greedily that i post about their favorite character already.
it's also about people cozying up to me one minute and then calling me names the next. it makes it really hard to trust anyone in this fandom, much less want to befriend them. i shouldn't have to get used to people suddenly popping up in my dms trying to befriend me after finding out that i could be a "source" for them, but i did and that's on me.
i said before that if i stopped this project i would expose everyone who was an asshole to me. the hilarious fact is that it would literally be too many screenshots of people acting like the worst type of people. all the things i listed above are from multiple people across multiple platforms. it's not just twitter, or tumblr, or discord, or reddit. it's the fact that these people exist literally in every corner of this fandom that makes me want to pull back completely.
i'll keep contributing in the areas where i enjoy contributing, but i'm done engaging with people who seem to view me as entertainment or a punching bag.
to people who have defended me without knowing me, or have simply just been polite, thanks so much. it really does help even if i don't reply to every kind word.
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beanghostprincess · 1 month
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*holds you by shoulders*
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE THING ABOUT 1082 I WAS SURE IT WAS SHIPPY THING AND NOW I NEED TO KNOW
*starts sobbing while slowly falling to my knees*
…….please
I SAW THIS YESTERDAY NIGHT WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP AND I JUST WOKE UP EARLY TO REPLY BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AGES FOR THIS QUESTION I AM GOING TO KISS YOU ANON-
I do love and adore the shippy part of 1082 because I am a very intense Shuggy shipper and I had been waiting to read their break-up for sooo long. But it's not exactly what made the chapter life-changing for me, tbh.
Buggy's speech is... Is incredibly beautiful and encouraging. It explains so much about his character, the dynamic he has with Cross Guild, and why he's so resentful toward Shanks. Throughout the manga, we've seen him in serious moments, yes, but usually, Buggy is pretty much used for comedy relief more than anything. This is one of the first times we've seen Buggy realize the position he has now and say "Fuck it. Already on the verge of dead for these two, might as well do something with this shitty situation because for once, I have the opportunity to be brave and be more than what people think of me". There's literally nothing stopping him right now, and he prefers to risk his life enraging Crocodile and Mihawk than letting this opportunity of showing who he truly is slide.
And tbh, we haven't seen them ever since (I am starving please-) but I am really hopeful his speech somehow makes Crocodile and Mihawk have a little tiny itty bitty of respect for him at least. Because out of the three? Buggy is the one who deserves the title of pirate more.
Mihawk and Crocodile don't have dreams or ambitions and see pirating as a business. Even when Crocodile did have ambitions (remember when the silly rubber guy destroyed all of his dreams that was a funny arc haha) his whole personality has always been more of a mafioso than anything. Mihawk is a simple man and is bored with life being at the top of the top, he clearly wants something interesting to happen but doesn't see any use in looking for it himself. They care about their commodities and wealth. But out of the three, Buggy is the one who had to give up on his dream and now he has the opportunity to fulfill it.
"How can you call yourselves pirates with schemes like that?! You're doing it all backwards!! [...] Way back when... What did you guys want to be?! [...] I wanna be king of the pirates!! Wealth? Power? Why stop there when we can have it all?!"
This is something a real pirate would say. He talks like Roger here, I am going to curl up and cry don't look at me-
What I like about One Piece is the constant use of themes like dreams and freedom etc, etc... That's something we all know. But you wouldn't expect it coming from Buggy, of all people. And I think I'm pretty fond of him being brave and finally acting upon what he truly wants to do. What makes it great is that you have this comedy relief character standing up for his dream in front of clearly two other antagonists that have control over him in, well, strength and everything. But Buggy has something they don't and it's so, so much ambition and a dream that could be considered childish but it's the representation of freedom and doing things because you want to follow your heart. This is kind of why I always say Luffy would be more fond of Buggy if he knew the whole story and would probably support him a lot--
What I like the most about this chapter is both Buggy's character development through a speech + flashback and Mihawk and Crocodile being completely stunned by it because they weren't expecting this to happen from Buggy of all people. I know I sound like a broken record but I really, really, want them to respect Buggy a little bit more after this. Also, Buggy doesn't do this only to announce he's going to follow his dream now that he's on equal footing with Shanks. He does it because the other two mention needing overwhelming power over the rest. Buggy isn't stupid and knows how manipulating people works. The thing that makes pirates work harder isn't money, it's a dream. And there's nothing a pirate desires more than the One Piece, so that's kind of why he announces it publicly. First, to establish power, and second, so that way Mihawk and Crocodile don't get rid of him because seriously, Buggy is a better boss than these two because their followers appreciate him and don't feel forced to follow him.
Not to mention that the whole thing also shows more of Buggy's relationship with Roger and how left out he felt because people thought highly of Shanks instead of him. But Buggy, even if he was jealous, was willing to follow Shanks despite his feelings because he accepted being less worthy of respect than him. Shanks shone brightly and Buggy decided that, even if he wanted to be seen like that too, he'd give up on his dream and support Shanks instead because at least they'd do this together, just the way they did everything back at the time.
But then Shanks hesitates, and I think that's Buggy's last straw because he sees giving up going for the One Piece as something disrespectful to their captain (dad) and thinks it's unfair that Shanks is so respected by everyone even though the one wanting to follow their captain's steps right away is him. It's honestly frustrating. And then you understand better why Buggy is angry at Shanks-- Yeah, he made him eat the devil fruit and lost the map because of him (not really but whatever), but the way I see it that's just a metaphor for the real reason why Buggy is so resentful. Shanks' existence, even if it was not on purpose, made Buggy feel so powerless he gave up on his dream. And eating a devil fruit means the sea hates you and you can't have any independence in the pirate world, and losing the map is kind of like losing the only thing that guides you. He left Buggy with nothing and let him carry the burden of a lost dream.
This is funny because Shanks did absolutely nothing wrong and everything is a product of jealousy and miscommunication, but I understand why Buggy blames Shanks and this chapter makes it clearer and explains it perfectly.
Basically, it's such an amazing chapter for Buggy's character and it's definitely my favorite for him specifically. Although the flashback does wonders for my Shuggy heart.
Also, adding more points for the revolutionary plot in the end and Sabo showing up because I adore him <3
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lesbesapphic · 1 year
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Illicit Affairs - pt 5
A sorority leader Wanda AU
A Ride To Remember
summary- The sorority group is celebrating the success of their event and have decided for a camping trip as a fun way to keep the team spirit up. Wanda knows another way of keeping your team spirit up especially when you keep messing with her.
Warning - mean Wanda , choking, face slapping once , pussy slapping, a little bit angst at the end, dominating Wanda, bottom reader, Wanda is kind of smitten or whipped for r , Tsundere Wanda honestly, finger fucking etc
Hello Everyone!
It is literally almost Five AM here but I wanted to keep my promise so here it is. This one is really amazing. I enjoyed writing it so much. Hope you all love reading it too.
Feel free to send in your thoughts through anons or whatever about this. A humble request, please reblog since I lost my tag list i want it to reach as many old reader as possible
Also if you wish to support me and my writing in these tough times, you can through the links below. I would really appreciate it. It will help me buy groceries or reinforcement for myself. :)
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"Is Everyone here? We are leaving in ten minutes so settle down, Folks!" The senior made the last announcement and you mentally went over the essentials you needed for the trip.
"This is going to be amazing! Guess what I have packed?" Darcy asked with a huge grin on her face, it made you smile in excitement as well, knowing whatever she'd pack would be fun. "What?" You asked after several moments, realising the doofus wasn't going to tell until you ask her. The habit funny yet annoying Sometimes.
"See my friends have vodka over there so we won't have to wait for the senior to designate a day for party and give us that lousy amount which is 95 percent water only." She started and you followed her gaze to her friends who waved at you two, you waved back and glanced at Darcy, not understanding why she was excited about vodka. "And I have got 'stuff'."
"Damn, really?!" You asked in the same excited tone now. Hushing down quietly, afraid people would know about the marijuana. God, just the thought of getting high gave you excitement. You remembered the first time you got high and couldn't shut up. You talked and talked and every little thing seemed so funny. Now you were actually excited.
"Stop grinning like a fool. Wanda would suspect." Darcy smacked your head and you slapped her back in reflex, but agreed with the woman and neutral your expression focusing on your bag on your lap, the last thing you wanted was to get in trouble with Wanda after that party. "Yeah yeah. So are we doing it tonight?" You asked and couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.
"Doing what, Detka?" Wanda asked walkin over from behind to where the two of you were sitting, "Nothing, Wanda. We were thinking of skinny dipping tonight." Darcy replied and your eyes widen while shaking your head 'no', knowing she was purposely getting on Wanda's nerves. Ever since Wanda had picked you from the party, snitching Darcy out in the process, Darcy was finding every opportunity to get on Wanda's nerves. Especially now that she had a little bit of Natasha's protection now, she could get away from her tiny transgressions.
"Darcy!" You spoke before Wanda could and the raven head woman only laughed, "Stop joking around." You exclaimed and shook your head at Wanda who looked at your questioningly over what Darcy had said. "Natasha is calling you. Don't try me, Lewis." Wanda spoke firmly and it even scared Darcy but her being her, she only showed a grin and peace sign before leaving.
"And you wonder, why I dislike her." Wanda stated the obvious and you laughed, sometimes you enjoyed their quarrel as long as it wasn't on your expense. "She is nice, Wanda." You defended your friend half-heartedly knowing whatever you say, they both would never like eachother.
"Of course." Wanda muttered in disdain before flicking the handle between the two seats up making it a one big seat, a mini couch basically, you watched her with curiosity as she held out her hand for you to take and you did, wondering what she was doing. She pulled you up from the seat with one pull and you smiled in amusement, her strength always amazed you.
Wanda put some blanket down on the seats and half laid down, pulling you in her lap, wrapping her arms around you as she settled in, your cheeks immediately reddened at the display of affection, you knew people didn't think much of it since they had assumed Wanda to be overly protective of her first mentee but you knew the truth and it made your heart flutter and your stomach summersaulted at her tiniest of affection.
"You comfortable?" Wanda asked and you nodded against her chest before looking up at her, "I would be more if I had my phone." You added and Wanda rolled her eyes, chuckling sarcastically at your response and you shrugged, it was worth a try. "Nice try. Not until you learn to sort out her priorities." Wanda ended the discussion and you wanted to roll your eyes at her remark but knew doing that in such proximity with her would only result in a smack on your ass and you rather not test her patience when she had already threaten to spank you in front of Carol and Natasha. Apparently, you mouth off to her when you are on your phone. You hardly agreed, you only get distracted and don't reply as politely as Wanda wishes for you to.
"That's why I am here so we can watch a movie. I don't want you to die from boredom." Wanda clarified the reason she was not with the other senior members and you nodded trying to stop yourself from gushing over the fact that she cared so much about you. A part of you still upset about the whole deal with Vision but that part hardly comes forward these days. You had chosen your poison, you could hardly complain now.
"Thank you." You pulled her down from her neck and pecked her cheek, a little closer to her lips, the action had Wanda surprised for a moment, you were too innocent to realise the affect of your actions and Wanda shook her head, pushing the thought of someone taking it in a wrong sense away, she knew that she would have to talk to you about your ways of showing affection in public. Wanda would never jeopardize her reputation or position by getting too carried away but she couldn't say the same for you especially knowing how much you disliked Vision and the whole deal you had with her. She decided to do it later, not wanting to put you in a sore mood now and played the movie.
"Did you bring the mosquito repellent cream?" Wanda asked few minutes into the movie once she noticed the people on the other aisle, putting theirs on and closing the windows as the sun started setting. "Oh Fuck." You muttered from your position on her lap, your head on her chest, cuddled extremely close as the two of you watched the movie. Wanda's hand shot out to your collar instead of hair knowing that people were still around even if not paying attention to you two, she pulled your head up from her chest and before you could apologise her hand came down on your mouth and you let out a whimper of pain, "Stop acting like my mom." You muttered, rubbing the stinging area.
"Then stop behaving like a child." Wanda replied, her eyes narrowing down on you and you knew what she was waiting for, "I am sorry, Mom." You replied in a snarky tone and Wanda rolled her eyes at you, "Careful there, I might just force you to call me mommy, since you love thinking of me as such." Wanda whispered in your ear and you blushed furiously, trying to hide your face in her chest, obviously not enjoying the idea of that very much. She laughed at your reaction and You wanted to come back with an smartass comment but was too afraid that she would fulfil her threat.
"Now go get me my bag. There are mosquitoes here already." Wanda muttered in annoyance as she ushered you up, patting your butt to make you hurry but you only groaned and further buried yourself in her. "I don't want to get up. I got comfortable with such efforts." Wanda sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, you stopped your whining to look at her wondering why she stopped suddenly. "One."
"What? Are you seriously counting?" You asked in disbelief, you knew that she knew how the counting scares you and despite that you always try your best to remain unaffected. Wanda's hand came down on your bare thigh in a smack and you cried out, "Fine fine. But wasn't our last event for nature? Isn't it cruel to deny mosquitoes thier nutritions? We would be basically denying them their right to reproduce?" You started and watched as Wanda rolled her eyes but couldn't successfully hide the smile of amusement playing on her lips.
"And come to think of it, it is the female mosquitoes who need our blood, you can't do that for a fellow sister? Isn't the whole point of sorority groups, sisterhood?" You asked and Wanda shook her head, "This is why I don't like you hanging out with Darcy, you little brat." Wanda pinched your cheek and you laughed, finally deciding to get up. "Only because I don't want you to hate Darcy for one more reason."
"What a good friend you are," Wanda said sarcastically and watched as you left to get her bag. She stretched on the bed, pausing the movie. "Are we stopping on that restaurant?" Wanda asked Jennifer, remembering the place when they outlined their route, when she got an affirmative, she smirked to herself and got up, meeting you halway down the aisle.
"Aren't we gonna finish watching the movie?" You asked slightly confused when Wanda didn't respond and took the bottle of cream from you. "I have a better idea." She replied and urged you to walk all way to the backseats with her hand on your lower back, touching your bare skin causing goosebumps to cover the area. It felt good, her warm hands. Maybe that was the reason you wore crop tops so frequently around her.
"Sit." Wanda pushed some bags from the backseat aside, making some room for you two, still a little crowded but secluded enough. You were piqued with the situation, wondering if you two were going to do something, but all hopes were crushed as you were aware of how Wanda would not jeopardize her reputation. You sat down and Wanda settled down next to you before taking out some of the cream and rubbing it on her arms in slow circles, rubbing up and down and you didn't understand why the simple act was arousing you, especially when she rubbed her hands together to spread the cream evenly.
Wanda smirked to herself, aware of your tranced gaze which was fixated on her like a moth drawn to fire. It continued for awhile, you watching her rub the cream on herself with lust filled stare and clenched thighs, when you couldn't take enough you reached forward for the cream with your hand only for it to get smacked away by her, "Wha-" Before you could finish yourself, Wanda clicked on her phone one last time and threw it down on her seat before getting in your lap. Her finger placed on your lips to quieten you and you tried controlling the urge to lick it, suck it or bite it. So many things you wanted to.
"I will put it on you." Wanda cleared it up with a sweet smile and your eyes flicked from her position on your lap to behind her where almost all the seats were empty and people were already gone, you didn't even hear that, preoccupied by the brunette. You nodded slowly and when her finger brushed your lip, your tongue darted out to lick it, earning you a sharp smack on your thigh. You stopped instantly at the pain but given a chance you would do it again.
"Good girl." Wanda murmured against your ear, licking the earlobe causing you to shudder in pleasure. You could feel the wetness oozing out of you and she had only just began. You watched as she pulled back and took a generous amount of cream in her hand, rubbing them together slowly, the moisturizer sticking to her fingers. She winked at you with a cheeky grin before placing her hand on your bare stomach, her fingers expertise in tracing from front to your back. "No funny business." She said playfully when you let out a sigh of pleasure, her fingers digging into your flesh softly.
"Wanda.." You whispered surprised that your voice came out firm with how dry your throat was. "Hmm, Baby?" Wanda asked and the use of the endearment only seemed to work on you more. You wouldn't deny how much you have started loving her roughness in bed but there were still times when you would find yourself falling for her all over again everytime she would get playful with you, tease you with that adorable glint in her eyes devoid of all the cruelness you were aware she could dish out in any given moment.
"What are you doing?" You were surprised that you were still able to form sentences when she moved to your thighs and legs, rubbing the cream there with a determine look to not miss any spot but you both knew why she spend extra time on your thighs, her fingers almost brushing against your clothed center causing you to buck your hips up. "Quit being so libidinous." Wanda's hand came down on your clothed pussy and you whimpered in pain and as well as pleasure at having her touch.
"Libi-What?" You asked her, genuinely confused at her choice of words when she was the one being whatever 'libi-dibi' she was talking about. "Libidinous." Wanda replied nonchalantly, her eyes focused on your center and you noticed the shift in her eyes as your thigh muscles convulsed under her touch. "Jesus, Your cunt is soaking." Wanda observed and you felt a jolt of arousal hitting your body at her unsolicited wording.
"Fuck me then.." You said and when she made an attempt to pick up the cream again, you decided to beg, "Please..I want you so badly. I am so wet.. only for you, Wanda please..." You didn't know what you were saying, the desperation to feel her hands on you and the constant fear of someone walking in was pushing you to limits. Wanda dropped the cream and picked out a wipe from her bag, cleaning her hands, "Take these off." Wanda almost growled as she got off you and you didn't need to be told twice as you instantly pushed the clothing down your legs before leaning forward to kiss Wanda who smacked your face away, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to remind you who was in front of you.
"I didn't give you permission to kiss me, Darling." Wanda reminded and you swallowed dryly, nodding and murmuring a soft 'sorry' and gasping when Wanda pushed you back into your seat, again getting in your lap. This time her intent was clear when her mouth attached to your neck, sucking and biting with the intention to leave marks, you moaned loudly, "Pe-People.. notice.." You let out in between your whimpers and moans, yet your hand in Wanda's hair only pushed her closer, simultaneously tilting your neck to give her more access.
"Mosquitoes.." She grumbled as she moved lower to your chest, her answer had you chuckling, remembering how she didn't like it before when you called her a mosquito while on call with Vision, quickly shaking off the thought you focused shifted on Wanda's hands, harshly squeezing your soft mound, "What's so funny, Baby?" She asked while her finger traced your areolas, not touching the hardened nub. You closed your eyes and turned your head to the side when she pinched the nub.
"Hmm?" She questioned again while pinching the other one, getting them harder and you tried jerking away from her but it didn't work as her fingers clamped down harder, "N-Nothing.." You whimpered in pain but wouldn't deny the backhanded pleasure you were recieving from her assault on your soft flesh. "Thought so." She smirked to herself enjoying the flushed state she had put you in, every inch of you was red. She loved how everything she did had a direct result on your body. So responsive.
Wanda pushed your bra up, her hand playing with your bare flesh, softly kissing your breast before sucking on your hardened nipple, slowly nibbling on the sensitive flesh at the same time moving her hand to your bare center, playing with your folds, her fingers brushing past them to collect the wetness in her fingers, "And we have hardly began, I told you, you will become my pain slut." Wanda finished her sentence with a smack to your already swollen pussy and you let out a loud cry mixed with a moan of pleasure.
Wanda pushed her fingers into your mouth to quieten you, "Shh. People are still around." You had tears in your eyes when she pushed her fingers covered in your wetness down your throat, causing you to choke on them. "So beautiful." Wanda whispered, pushing a strand of hair away from your face and you could feel yourself growing redder, "You take them in so well, such a good girl." Wanda praised, cooing at you and you wouldn't deny how your chest swells up everytime she does that to you. Unbeknownst to you Wanda had conditioned you to long for her approval and praises.
"But that's not where you need them, don't you baby?" Wanda asked and you nodded frequently, her fingers still in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, while her other hand held your face still by the back of your neck. "Fine." Wanda pulled out her fingers from your mouth and before you could resume your proper breathing, she pushed her fingers in you and you were embarassed as well as surprised by how easily they went in. "So needy." Wanda murmured as she watched how her fingers moved in and out of you as she fucked you.
You didn't know but the way Wanda was watching you as she had her way with you was making you feel shyer than your first time with her. You could feel redness seeping in your cheeks and was pretty sure that your chest and neck were a similar shade. You closed your lips and bit your lip to hold your moans but it didn't help when Wanda's other hand rubbed your clit, playing with the nub while inserting another finger in.
"Wa-Wanda." You cried out in broken moans when she picked up her place, three fingers deep in you while her thumb simulated your clit, you couldn't help but scream her name which she stopped halfway by placing her fingers in your mouth, "Shut. Up. Slut. We don't want everyone here." She growled with annoyance and you moaned around her fingers at the look she was giving you that and a curl of her fingers was enough to push you over the edge as you came against her fingers. Your thighs convulsing, your hips bucking up to ride out your orgasm which Wanda let you.
Your saliva dripped down your chin as her fingers were pushing down on your tongue, "So gorgeous." Wanda's hand on your pussy, traced the outer lips and your whimpered at the simple touch. It felt too much in the moment. You watched as she brought the fingers to her lips, tasting you. She winked when she caught your eyes causing you to blush and to look away.
"Let's clean you up, my little slut." Wanda pulled out her fingers from your mouth and wiped them on your hot and red cheeks. You didn't know if you really liked her calling you dirty names since it was always some sort of endearment with her but your body seemed to enjoy them as the heat rushes everywhere at the idea of being her slut.
You closed your eyes and pushed your head back focusing on your breathing, you were pretty sure Wanda had someone gaurding the bus, remembering the use of her phone earlier and how no one had enter or even knock in a while now. It was easier to put the two and two together. You hissed in surprise and from the cold when a wet towel wiped down on your still a little wet pussy. "Sorry, Kitten." Wanda apologised, she obviously didn't mean it but the fact she even said it was nice to hear, you thought while nodding in acknowledgement, letting her take care of you.
She would always clean you after it, at first you found it a little, you don't know the right word for it but you felt more naked than when she would fuck you. But overtime you seemed to grow a liking to the aftercare, loving how affectionate Wanda would get and how she would even listen to whatever you want after a particularly rough play. You didn't know on what level of sweetness Wanda was on after this particular time but when she gently wiped your cheeks and placed a kiss on the one she had slapped earlier, she didn't have to say. You knew she would get you whatever you wanted. Except, another orgasm maybe.
"I love you." You whispered and instantly felt your heart racing in panic. You didn't know why but you couldn't stop yourself in time. You would always say it in your head but this time you went a little too bold. Before you could die in panic or bring yourself to an anxiety attack, Wanda placed a kiss on your lips, soft and short. "I know, Detka. I know." Wanda replied and the soft smile on her lips calmed your nerves, that meant she wasn't going to kick you out or anything. It seemed to reassure you. She didn't reject you. After all she was the one who chose you over-
"Let's not think about it much right now, huh?" Wanda phrased it as a question but you knew she would get irritated the moment you dwell on the thought again and never the one to deny her of anything, You instantly drop the thought and gave her a smile, "I want a chocochip cookie." You announced causing Wanda to laugh, "Of course you do."
"Get dressed. I will see what I can do." She leaned forward and kissed you lips one last time before getting off and picking up her phone. You moved to get dressed with a big smile playing on your lips, the same lips tingling from all of her kisses. The same lips that would be wrapped around a joint later, the thought exciting you in a completely different way. You didn't even know how your subconscious connected Wanda's kisses to Weed but you weren't complaining. The trip was going to be amazing.
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kurogane2512 · 7 months
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hi! this is my first time making uhh a request? on tumblr so please forgive me if it's... weird or wrong in any way. i just wanted to ask if you could write opera singer Signora and reader? the idea popped into my head when i was listening to her battle theme on repeat. It could be anything you want, really... like comforting her before an important concert or giving her a bouquet of flowers and praising her after the show or cuddling with exhausted Signora after said concert... anything you come up with. you don't have to write it if you don't want to or you don't see it that way obviously. thanks!
Anon this is literally one of my favorite requests of all time, bless you fr. I have had so many hcs of what Signora could be if not a Harbinger and a professional singer (specifically opera singer) is one of my favorite hcs exactly cause of her lore and theme song <3
Side note this is the first Signora request I have had in a long time and I'm so happy to see people haven't forgotten her for new Harbingers :)
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: La Signora x fem!reader
Type: Fluff (modern au, childhood friends to lovers, insecure and envious reader, kissing, very slight angst)
"Y/n? Hi, how are you!?" Rosalyne spoke on the phone, the two of you were catching up after months.
"I'm fine. What about you? How are the shows going?"
"Oh, they are great! It's exhausting but I'm having so much fun!"
You smiled bitterly, "That's great to hear. I hope you are taking care of your health."
"Mhm, don't worry. I have to maintain my physique for the shows; and I have a trainer as well now~"
"That's good. Are you—"
"Ms Signora? It's time for your rehearsal."
Someone spoke from Rosalyne's end, making you bite your tongue and hold back from speaking. Signora was her stage name, and her crew referred to her by it as part of professional courtesy.
"Oh, is it time already? Just give me a moment, I'll be there soon."
Rosalyne replied to the person then came back to the phone, "Sorry about that. What were you saying, Y/n?"
You hesitated to continue, "....Oh, nothing much. Just the usual, don't mind me. You have a busy schedule to keep up with."
"Are you sure? I can spare a few more minutes...."
"No no, it's fine. We can talk any time later. You go and all the best."
Rosalyne smiled, "Thank you, Y/n. Goodbye then~"
"Bye..."
You put down the phone and let out a sigh then laid down on the couch you were currently sitting on, you lost track of how many times something like this had happened ever since her career began. You both were supposed to be best friends since childhood, Rosalyne was always more popular and sought-after than you given her beauty and pleasant behavior. However, there were a few secrets about her that only you knew hence you two were closer than most knew.
You grew up as neighbors, she was your girl next door. Her biggest secret you found out was that she was a great singer; she used to sing alone in her bedroom whenever her parents weren't home and you could easily hear her. You eventually revealed this and she pleaded you to not tell anyone as her parents didn't want her to pursue it so she kept it as a hobby. Unknowingly, you became her comfort. She could sing freely in front of you and only you.
A golden opportunity eventually came when a singing competition was being held in the next city and you secretly signed her up. She was elated that you did that but also very nervous, you gave her all the encouragement she needed and she appeared in the contest. Although, she didn't win, she got noticed by a decent number of recruiters and accepted the offer of the owner of the opera house in the capital city.
"She's doing great there while me....? I'm dragging myself through these assignments and projects I have no interest in....Why did I take up this course? I can't complain, it was my own choice but...."
Tears formed in your eyes; you missed Rosalyne, you missed your one and only friend.....and the love of your life. You never told a soul that you had a crush on her since childhood, and now it seemed impossible for you to confess to her. The last time you had seen her was almost 6 months ago, you were in different states most of the time and she was always busy with her shows.
The opera house owner initially gave her a role in one of the plays there but the positive response for her brought in more opportunities and she quickly got her own solo performance there followed by touring around the country for special shows. You had realized she reached a place out of your reach; you had no talent in performing arts, at most you could held in backstage but it was no respectable job.
"....I need to complete these assignments. Guess I'll play one of those...."
You browsed through your phone and plugged in your headphones before playing a familiar song and closing your eyes, it was one of Rosalyne's performances that you loved to hear whenever you missed her or needed some comforting. You were, of course, happy for her success. You knew how passionate she was about it and were happy to know she was in a place she liked; you couldn't help but feel that she left you behind. Yet you couldn't blame her for it as it was your own inability to not be able to follow her......
"She's practically a celebrity now....she has so many fans and followers. I bet some famous actors even like her....maybe she already got confessed to a few times. I don't know....she doesn't tell me anything except the success of her shows. Well, we barely get time to talk about anything else...."
Some days later, you were having a particularly upsetting day as you failed to turn in some projects and lost credits that could potentially make you repeat the semester. You knew what the problem was, and you promised you'd make up for it. You decided to give a call to Rosalyne to have a small chat with her, hoping to uplift your mood. It didn't matter what you talked about, you just wanted to hear her.
"Ms Signora, a call for you." a makeup artist handed Rosalyne her phone as she was currently getting ready for her show, a smile formed on her face seeing your name on the screen.
"Hi, Y/n, what's up? Did you call to wish me luck?~"
".....You are having a show, Rosa?"
"I will in....approximately 20 minutes so we'll have to be a little quick~"
You bit your lower lip and furrowed your brows; of course, you should have expected this.
"I see. All the best then...."
Rosalyne sensed your strange discomfort, "....Are you okay, Y/n? Do you want to say something?"
"N-No, I'm fine. I had no particular reason to call, just wanted to know how you are...."
"....I see. I'll call you after the show then."
"Sure, that's fine."
That night, you curled up on your bed and cried yourself to sleep while hoping for Rosalyne to call but the call never came, you couldn't deny you expected no better. Weeks passed and you didn't talk to her at all, not even any messages. Until one day you received a mail containing tickets to her next show along with all travel and stay arrangements followed by a message from Rosalyne telling you about it and asking you to come.
Well, fortunately you were going to start your semester break when the show was scheduled hence accepted. It was very surprising to you that she did this but you were nevertheless excited to see her. On the day you reached, you were picked up by her manager and taken straight to the venue while your belongings were kept at the hotel. You requested to buy a small bouquet on the way then were escorted to your seat which was the VIP corner of the auditorium, offering the best view and sound in the place.
You requested to meet Rosalyne before the show so you could give her the bouquet but were denied due to the tight schedule hence had the bouquet sent over through her manager. The show began soon after and Rosalyne came on the stage wearing a dazzling pure white dress with a shimmering border, her platinum blonde hair half tied into rose buns and the rest freely hanging. She smiled looking at the audience then the orchestra began playing and the next thing you knew, you were entranced by her.
She sparked like a bright star on the stage, her powerful yet melodious voice soared through the audience and uplifted everyone, your heart beats matched the beats of her song and you were lost in her rhythm and flow, completely enraptured by her. You didn't know she had improved so much in the time you had been apart, all you did was listen to her old shows but you could tell she was even better than before.
You felt like you were in a different world, a different realm altogether with her voice as sole guide. You couldn't take your eyes off her even for a moment, she truly held the skills to capture an audience with her voice alone. In the end, she suddenly turned towards you and your eyes met as she smiled and sang the final note looking at you. You didn't know if that was intentional or just your imagination but you were enthralled.
Once the show ended with an endless round of applause and a standing ovation, you were finally escorted to her dressing room backstage. A crowd cameramen and anchors was gathered outside the door but nobody was let in, you were taken in through the backdoor and finally met your love once again.
"Ms Signora, Ms Y/n is here."
"Oh, come in come in!"
Rosalyne happily allowed you in and stood up as soon as you entered, "Surprise!~"
She mused as she smiled widely and you smiled back then she practically ran up to you and embraced you, "I'm so glad you came, Y/n!~"
"Thanks for calling me, Rosa."
She hugged you tighter, "Oh, I was dying to hear that! How was it?! How did I do?!"
She released the hug and held your wrist while bringing you to the sofa and sitting down together, "You were great, of course! It was truly amazing....I-I don't have any words...."
"Aww, don't flatter me that way, Y/n. Be honest with me...."
"I am, it's the absolute truth. I-I really can't describe it in words, I'm so proud of you, Rosa."
Rosalyne smiled brightly and hugged you once again, you reveled in each other's embrace for a while before she pulled away, "Oh, thank you for the bouquet. It was lovely~"
"Hehe, your favorites, right?~"
"Mhm, you know me so well~"
You gazed into each other's eyes before she smiled and stood up, "Let's go home, I'm really hungry~"
"Where do you live....?"
"Oh, they didn't tell you? I'm in the same hotel as you; in fact, right next door. So, we can stay together until late and catch up as much as we want, just like old times~"
You looked at her wide-eyed then nodded with a smile and followed her out to her car then were dropped at the hotel and taken to her room. You sat on the bedside and waited as she changed into more comfortable clothes and removed her make-up, you ordered some food for you through the room service facility while she came out.
"Ah, it's been so long since sat together this way. How have you been, Y/n? How are your studies going?"
"Oh...it's fine, I barely managed to pass this semester but it's ok, I won't be held back."
Rosalyne gave a soft smile, "I know you are smart enough to pursue something so difficult. Do ask me for help if you ever want to, I'll support you however I can."
You recalled the incidents where you wanted to talk to her in hopes of receiving comfort but were denied, you smiled bitterly and nodded.
"I know, thank you. What about you? When is your next show?"
"Hehe, there's no show until next week. That's why I called you this time, we can go around the city together and hang out. It's been so long since we went out~"
"Hehe, I'll look forward to it."
"Aaaaand, I also have an exciting news~"
"Oh? What is it?"
Rosalyne giggled and took a deep breath then announced, "I was offered to sing the main theme of an upcoming movie!"
Rosalyne brimmed with happiness and excitement as she declared that, all you could do was think how much farther she'd go away now but you didn't want to ruin her happiness.
"Oh my god! That's great, Rosa! What movie is it?!"
"Hehe, I can't tell you yet but they will officially announce all the cast including my role within the next week so you'll find out soon enough! I can tell you that it's by a famous director you have heard of~"
"Wow, that's amazing....I-I'm speechless. I'm so happy for your success, Rosa...."
You tried to sound as cheery as possible but tears were forming in your eyes. Rosalyne was quick to sense that you weren't being genuine, you may have not met for a long time but she knew your habits and behavior well.
"....You don't seem happy, Y/n. What is it?"
"W-What? No, of course I'm happy for you. You totally deserve it and if the movie is good then you'll get even more opportunities like that....Y-You can practically become a celebrity singer now....Of course, I'd be happy!"
Rosalyne stared at you in disbelief, "Don't try to fool me, Y/n. You should remember I can look past you in seconds. Tell me, what is it? Do you not want me to do this?"
Your lips trembled and you looked away, "....Even if I didn't want you to, it's not like I can make you not do it. I have no right to...."
She was taken aback then gently cupped your face, "Talk to me, Y/n. What is it? What's going on in your mind?"
"H-How does it matter what's going on in my mind?! It's not like you are ever there to listen!" you suddenly shouted, making both of you surprised.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean that! I'm really sorry, I-I'll just go I'm not feeling well. Forget what I just said, please don't take it—"
You stopped speaking as she suddenly embraced you, keeping your head near her chest and tenderly stroking it.
"I know....I know I have neglected you and our friendship."
"What? N-No, that's not the case—"
"I fully accept the blame, Y/n. You don't have to hide it, I know it very well. That's the main reason I arranged for you to come here today, so that we could finally spend time together like the friends we are."
Tears formed in your eyes and you wrapped your arms around her, "I....I missed you a lot....s-so much all this time....I wanted to talk to you many times b-but you....you were always busy and I knew I can't interfere. I felt so l-lonely.....and alone....I just wanted you to be around to listen, nothing else....T-Then, I started feeling that I'm far away from you now....y-you are famous and have so many fans, your career is going great while me...I'm a nobody. I'm just an ordinary student trying to complete my degree....what right do I have to know someone like you—"
"Stop....Don't say anymore...." Rosalyne suddenly whispered before pulling away and cupping you face, tears forming in her eyes too.
"How dare you think that way? Don't you remember what you did for me? The whole reason I'm here today is because of you! How did you think I would ever forget that and abandon you?! That....that stupid competition you applied in for me is what got me here! Don't you dare speak as if I have forgotten all the times you supported me!"
You looked at her in surprise, unable to believe her sudden outburst.
"I know I haven't been there for you recently and I'm sorry about that! I truly am...But don't even think for a second that I will abandon you!"
She leaned closer and you suddenly felt a soft sensation on your lips, you realized it was her lips cuddling with yours gently.
".....I love you, Y/n. I don't want us to be just friends anymore....Be my girlfriend. I promise I won't neglect you and I will treat you right, I will love you and care for you just like you did for me all this time."
More tears flowed down your cheeks as she tenderly wiped them with her thumb while you nodded.
"Me too....I love you too, I have loved you since we were kids....And it's okay, I'm not angry with you anymore. All I wanted was to hear that you are still with me....."
"I promise I will be."
You smiled at each other then she pushed you down on the bed and connected her lips with yours in a heated manner, you kissed roughly and passionately as if you were starved of each other. Her hands interlaced with yours as she licked your lips and rolled her tongue with yours, intensely kissing you. She then proceeded to plant kisses on your jaw followed by moving down your neck when a knock was heard on the door.
"Room service."
Both of you chuckled together then sat up and allowed the waiter in to keep the food. You both then proceeded to eat together happily, reveling in your new relationship and promising to keep each other happy.
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ahgasegotarmy116 · 5 months
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Just Us | Choi Yeonjun One Shot
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Summary: Yeonjun wants you to notice him but you think you're just his Noona Pairing: Noona reader x Yeonjun f2l Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: No real warnings just cute needy flirty Yeonjun. a/n: Okay I'm so so sorry to my adorable anon that sent me this request a few weeks ago. Life has gotten hectic but I made this one a little longer as an apology :( I hope you like it! Also barely edited but I just wanted to get it out asap!
"Y/n, come over here, I want to show you something" Yeonjun says, calling out my name from across the room. We're at our friend's house just wasting the day away today, trying to stay out of the cold. "What's up?" I ask, sitting down next to him on the couch and looking at his phone screen. "There's a big winter festival coming up a couple towns over, look they have ice skating and holiday foods and even some vendors selling some of the cute figurines you like" he says flipping through the post and pointing out every little thing, hoping to entice me. 
"Oh wow that looks so cute! Hey guys look, Yeonjun found a cute festival for us to go to!" I say excited at the thought of all of us going together. "That looks so fun!" Kai says. "Let's for sure all go!" Beomgyu chimes in. "I'm down" Taehyun agrees. "Well if all of you are going I guess I've gotta come too" Soobin laughs. "Oh, um yeah let's all go" Yeonjun says, looking like he's lost all the enthusiasm he had moments ago. 
"Is everything alright?" I ask turning my attention back to him, leaving the excited chatter to the rest of the guys. "Yeah, no I'm fine don't worry about it" he says giving me a sideways smile. "I think I'm gonna head out guys" he says getting up from the couch and straightening out his clothes. "Wait really?" the guys ask and I look up at him confused. "Yeah I've got a final tomorrow so I've gotta get back to studying. "Oh I forgot about that! Would you mind if we studied together?" I ask looking up at him, now having his attention. "Sure" he replies and waits for me to grab my stuff. 
"You guys gonna be okay? It's coming down really hard out there" Soobin asks taking a look outside the window, seeing how much snow has fallen since we last checked. "We'll be fine don't worry. My dorm is just down the street so it'll only take us a few minutes to get there. You're okay if we study at my place right?" I ask looking up at him. "Oh I'm more than okay with that" he responds with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Okay..." I respond dragging out the last syllable not really understanding his response. 
"We'll see you later guys" I say after Yeonjun helped me put my coat on. "Let me take your bag" he says and takes it from me. "No Yeonjun that's heavy" I say trying to get ahold of the bag full of books I had just bought before I came here, not bothering to make an extra stop to drop them off at home. "And that's exactly why I should be carrying it. But if it makes you feel any better you could hold my hand to help guide me. It'll be difficult for me to make sure your books stay dry as well as making sure to watch my step" he says taking a hold of my hand after we walk out the door. 
"How does that even make sense?" I question, not really understanding his logic. "Do you want both me and your books to fall and get all wet from the snow?" he asks tilting his head to look at me. "Well, no" I say with my brows still scrunched together in confusion. "Then just hold my hand and lead the way" he says now opting to lace our fingers together instead of just holding it. I look up questioning him yet again. "So it's easier to hold onto" he says raising a brow at me and opts to take charge and head towards my dorm room with me now trailing behind him before he slows down a bit allowing me the opportunity to fall in step with him.
"So where should we start? Have you already studied a bit or are you starting off fresh?" I ask as I clear off some extra space on my desk for him to work on. "I've been looking at it off and on but I'm good to start wherever you want" he says sitting down next to me while also scooting a bit closer. He sees how I nonverbally question his proximity and laughs a bit at my slightly stiffened posture. "I left my textbook at home so..." he says trailing off looking at me apologetically. "Well I was the one who suggested studying here so that's okay" I say now understanding his motives and scooting the book over so we can share it. 
We study for a bit and I feel his place his arm around the back of my chair but decide not to mention it this time but a few minutes later he starts to lean closer and so I finally break off my sentence to scold him. "Are you even listening to me?" I ask turning to look at him, his face looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Of course, it's just hard to see the fine print so I wanted to scoot in a bit closer" he says now purposefully cuddling in close and resting his chin on my shoulder. 
"Yeonjun you know I hate physical touch right?" I say feeling a bit uncomfortable at the suddenly cozy atmosphere created because of him. "But you don't hate it with me right? We're best friends, plus your room is freezing" he says now shivering a bit. "Really? I was thinking it was getting pretty warm in here" I say before he turns my computer chair around and leads me over to my bed. "Let's just relax for a while. We deserve a break" he says and brings my laptop over with us so we can, what I assume is watch a movie of some sort. 
"It's barely been 45 minutes" I say standing next to the bed with my arms crossed, not amused with his distractions, but he'll hear none of it. "Come on let's watch a Christmas movie together, we haven't gotten a chance to do that yet" he whines, scrolling through the list of movies they have. "We just watched a movie with the guys like two hours ago" I say raising an eyebrow at him, thinking he should probably get check for some sort of short term memory loss. 
"Yeah but we haven't gotten the chance to do it, with just the two of us. I want to watch a movie with my best friend, what's the harm in that?" he says pleading with me and giving me those puppy dog eyes that honestly I can hardly resist sometimes. "Fine, but just one!" I say setting the ground rules "We still need to make sure to get at least an hour or two of studying in, otherwise I'll just kick you out right now. Deal?" I question holding out my hand for him to shake. "Deal" he says and takes my hand, using it to pull me onto the bed with him and wraps his arm around me when I finally settle into place. 
"What are you doing?" I say sitting up to look at him properly. "What? I'm cold" he says, now confused with my behavior. "I have more blankets" I say standing up to walk towards the basket full of them and hand him one. "That's still not warm enough" he complains, he's not usually like this I think to myself so I decide to place the back of my hand on his forehead. "What are you doing?" he says laughing at my face scrunched in concentration for a moment. "Checking to see if you have a fever, but it looks like you're fine" I say. pulling my hand away, intending to grab my thermometer. 
"Where are you going" he whines, watching me walk over to the bathroom, dragging out the last syllable. "I'm going to take your temperature just in case you're actually sick and could possibly be contagious" I say, soon returning with said thermometer. "You sai-" he starts but I place it under his tongue before he tries to continue and he automatically closes him mouth around it, preventing the possibility of making him gag. 
"Put that under your tongue" I order, hoping to get a clear reading on the first try. "I kno-" "And stop talking or we'll have to do it again" I order and he quiets at that, hoping to get back to picking out a movie for us. Once the thermometer beeps I pull it out and it shows me that he's actually a few degrees colder than the typical 98.6. I turn it towards him to show him and he looks up at me with an almost triumphant gaze, "Told you I was cold" and he again ends up pulling me in by my wrist now causing me to fall into his chest. 
"Oops, my bad" he says before I can look back up at him, losing my patience more and more. I lean back intending to scold him but get surprised at how close he is to me, feeling a sudden intimate tension growing behind his eyes. "Y/n" he says in a low tone, his eyes flickering down to my lips for a second. "F-fine let's just watch a movie" I say instantly pulling back halfway through my sentence and take that opportunity to quickly sit next to him. 
He clears his throat and I glance over and see him offering to share the blanket with me and I just end up taking it, hoping to avoid any other conflicts. "You wanna watch this one?" he ask, selecting a random one that I don't really care to comment on, hoping we can just start the movie to dissolve any weirdness that was just created. He thankfully starts it off without another word and we both keep our eyes somewhat trained on the screen though out half of it, not really saying much before he starts to comment on how cheesy the romance is. 
"Oh come on, who still uses that stupid yawn trick to just put your arm around the girl. Like..." he say but trails off as he demonstrates it, letting out an exaggerated yawn and stretches his arms out and lands one right behind me, yet again holding me close to him. "Yeah it's pretty stupid" I say and wait for him to bring his arm back over to his side but he makes no moves to do so and simply goes back to watching the movie. 
"Yeonjun?" I question trying to get his attention. "Huh?" he lets out, barely sparing me a glance "Aren't you gonna?" I question motioning to the hand he's placed lightly on my shoulder. "What? It's comfortable" he says and pays no mind to how awkward I feel. I decide to ultimately just deal with it and focus on the movie as much as possible and I soon get lost in it, not noticing the fact that I start to lean into him a bit more, subconsciously feeling more comfortable being in his embrace.
As the movie wraps up I get a little emotional seeing how the characters ended up together after all that they went through to get there and Yeonjun starts to notice my sniffles. "Hey, are you okay?" he says now leaning forward and angling his face down a little bit to try and catch my gaze.
"Yeah" I say between the sniffles that have started to get a little worse. "Come here" he says and pulls me in for an embrace that I surprisingly don't hate this time. he ends up scooting us both down a bit so we're now fully laying down and I hide my face in his chest to avoid him seeing the tears. 
"You feeling a bit better?" he questions, continuing to rub my back. The times when I'm upset are when I don't really mind being held like this, and he's been there to comfort me a few times so this is somewhat normal for us. I nod my head but refuse to bring my face back up, knowing how swollen my eyes are gonna be. "Did something happen?" he questions, hoping to know what it really was that I was crying about. "Nothing really, school has just been really stressful these days" I say while trying to steady my breathing. 
"But you're one of the smartest people I know" he says, confused as to what might be bothering me. "Really? Then why is it that I've had to take a class that I was meant to complete in freshmen year three times? Like do you know how embarrassing that is?" I say, getting frustrated with myself. "That's a really hard class though" he says trying to make me feel a bit better.
"But you're a freshman and you're doing even better than I am" I say, embarrassed that as a Junior I'm having to ask him to study with me and explain things to me that I don't understand, which is a lot. "I like helping you though" he says and I decide to sit up now, feeling too upset to try to relax anymore. 
"But you shouldn't have to, I should've gotten this down already, It's required for my major and I have to pass it this time or it could push back my graduation date and-" "Noona" he interrupts, catching me off guard at how he's almost scolded me with what is meant to be a term of respect. "I thought I told you not to call me that" I say feeling a bit breathless, knowing how much that term affects me. "I don't care, I just know that that's what get's you to shut up for a bit so let me just say this. You are incredibly smart and strong and I respect you so much, and it makes me sad seeing how much you beat yourself up about every little thing. Plus I hate it when you cry, but you always look so pretty when you do" he says tucking a strand of hair behind my ear making my breath hitch. 
"I- what?" I say somehow flustered by his simple words. "I said, you look so pretty when you cry Noona" he says now bringing a hand up to caress my face and brushes away a tear. He takes that time to glance down at my lips again and I notice how close he's already gotten to me and I take in a sharp breath as he leans in closer but he stops right before our lips can touch. "I won't do it if you don't want me to" he whispers, warm breath fanning my face almost ghosting his lips over mine. I take a second to think and he says in place and waits for my move but as I decide to lean in a bit he leans back. 
"Words Noona" he says in a deeper voice, laced with a hint of dominance that catches me off guard. "I want you to" I reply softly and he takes that as a green light and leans in to kiss me before I have the chance to change my mind. It's nothing rushed or forceful but it's a kiss that full of longing, a kiss that feels like it should've happened long ago. We lock our lips together for what feels like only moments and before I can start to move my lips against his he pulls away. I lean in, almost chasing his lips which leaves him smiling against mine. 
"What are you doing?" I whisper, confused as to why he's stopped. "Just checking to see how much you want this" he says and before I have a chance to answer he connects our lips again, now moving his against mine, still not forceful but a bit deeper, showing a touch of urgency to keep going. He lies back down but makes it a point to keep his hand on the nape of my neck, pulling me back down with him, giving me the option to pull away when I want to. 
He does however trail his hand down my waist past my hip and brings one of my thighs over helping me straddle him which I surprisingly go along with leaving me to be the one wanting to deepen the kiss, me the one full of longing, longing for him.          
 "Hey y/n come here!" Beomgyu calls over to me, wanting me to come see the different wood carvings they have but before I'm able to leave I feel Yeonjun taking hold of my hand, again lacing our fingers together. "What are you doing?" I question, clearly having shown interest in joining Beomgyu. "Stay with me I want to show you the stall with the little glass figurines I pointed out to you before" he says dragging me along down the path. I look over at Beomgyu with an apologetic smile and follow Yeonjun. 
"You could've just showed me afterwards" I say shaking my head at his almost possessive nature. "We were already over here" he says, making excuses for his behavior but I follow him none the less, not wanting to give him an opportunity to pout. Once we do reach the stall though I am blown away by all the cute glass animals. I walk further into the stall and give a shallow bow to the stall owner and go up to their table to take a closer look. 
"These are beautiful" I say looking over them, taking an interest in the koi fish, seeing although an inanimate object how much life and movement was breathed into it. I take a look at the price and see that it's a little out of my price range and place it back looking to opt for a smaller version which I do but instead of a koi I go with a fox. I bow thanking the stall keeper and soon make my way onto the next one with Yeonjun trailing behind me trying to catch up. 
"What took you so long?" I question watching him jog up to me. "I got stuck looking at some of the knives down there" he explains. "You could've stopped me so we could look together" I say tilting my head, confused by his actions. "No it's okay it looked like you had your eye on something else so I didn't want to interrupt you" I look down at the bag he's now carrying looking somewhat suspicious. "That's a pretty big box for a knife" I comment, narrowing my eyes at him, knowing he probably got me that koi fish, thinking I wouldn't notice. "It came with the supplies to clean it as well" he says and quickly grabs my hand and leads us further along to look at the other venders making a loop around until we reach the last stall, the one that Beomgyu had called me over to. 
"Took you long enough" he says, standing up from a nearby bench. "Yeonjun wanted to check out a few more stalls over there, sorry" I say before walking closer to the stall with Yeonjun just a step behind me still having a hold on my hand. "Oh" I hear Beomgyu say. "Huh?" I respond to his sudden voice of confusion. "Oh nothing I just remembered I was going to meet Taehyun by the food stalls. You guys want anything?" he asks making eye contact with the both of us. "Nah that's okay we'll go later" Yeonjun answers for the both of us which I decide to go along with. "Alright" he says making an interesting face at Yeonjun before scurrying off to meet up with Taehyun. 
"You've been acting weird with all of the guys today" I say turning to face him fully. "What do you mean?" he questions still watching Beomgyu to almost make sure that he's actually leaving. "I mean you've been trying to keep me away from them all day. I have hardly spoken a word to any of them" I say waiting for an explanation. "You wanna know why?" he says making purposeful eye contact with me to which I just nod my head and keep that same eye contact but suddenly for a different reason. He leans down a bit and brings his face closer to mine like he had done a few days ago in my room and I feel like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs. 
"Because this was supposed to be a date before you invited everyone else to come" he whispers, glancing down at my lips for only a second before bringing them back to my eyes, regaining that shared stare. "Oh..." I trail off, now realizing why he reacted the way that he did that day. "Yeah, so you're gonna stick by me Noona because I don't want you to go around flirting with them right in front of me anymore" he says now coming in closer and nudging his nose against mine, not really kissing me but close enough to be able to. "I don't flirt with them" I say scrunching my eyebrows at him in defense. 
"Sure, let's say that" he says and places a quick kiss on my lips that's gone before I can even register it, leaving me having to rush after him as he walks away so I don't get lost. "We're not dating you know" I say pouting when I reach him. "I know" he says and continues to make his way towards the food stalls. "So you can't keep kissing me like we are" I say confused as to why I should have to explain it to him then. "It's practice" he says plainly. "Practice for what?" I say even more puzzled. 
"For when I ask you to be my girlfriend" he says and runs away now really making me run after him. "Choi Yeonjun get back here" and all that can be heard is his mischievous laughter and for some reason I can't help but laugh right along with him, nervous for when that day might come. 
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doomh3ad · 2 years
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Bo Sinclair with a (horny on main) AFAB reader who purposely fucked up her car near Ambrose just to meet him 👉👈
I’m a feral animal for the way you write him I am so sorry
-Housewife Anon 🧁
YESSS IVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ... FUCK your fan belt i want bo's belt smh. innacurate description of cars bc idk abt them (bo should teach me sometime). also inappropriate use of the hood of a car. they fuck on a car is what i'm saying. bo used way too many nicknames bc it's hot idc.
bo sinclair + AFAB! reader who fucked up her car to meet him (nsfw under cut)
"Need a hand there, darlin'?" You hear a distinct southern accent coming from behind you.
You turn to see the smoking hot mechanic you were told about, running a hand through his annoyingly perfect hair. His sharp suit throws you off, but you understand when you remember the funeral Lester warned you about in the church.
"Oh! You're Bo, right? Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with her, thought she just needed filled up-" you wonder if he'll catch your double meaning - "but I'm hopeless with cars."
Are you batting your eyelashes too much? Maybe tone it down a little - no, wait, he seems interested.
Bo raises an eyebrow and grins, subtly trailing his eyes up and down your figure.
"Well, sweetheart, you just let me see if I can't work my magic on her. I'll open her up, you just relax yourself and have fun in town, how's that sound?" Bo offers, now less subtly eyeing the outfit you picked out specially for the occasion.
"Sounds great," you reply, almost breathlessly. Something about his southern charm is making your head spin, and you leave with Bo's reassurance that your car will be taken care of in less than an hour.
You decide to spend your time at the wax museum, it being the only other interesting attraction in the little town of Ambrose other than their ridiculously attractive mechanics. You're admiring a wax figurine when you start to wonder if Bo is able to tell that you broke that fan belt on purpose. In your defence, it probably needed replaced anyways. And it wasn't like you'd miss the opportunity to meet (and hopefully do more than meet) Bo Sinclair.
Speaking of him, it was probably time to get back to the gas station. But he was nowhere to be found, the station empty. You began to worry a little when you see your car, but no Bo - was your plan foiled?
A sharp whistle interrupts you from your thoughts, and, once again, Bo is behind you, smirking at your surprise. He lets his hand lazily rest on your waist when he comes closer to hand you your keys.
"Car's ready when you are, doll. Unless you're planning to stick around for a while?"
Was that an invitation? Maybe you should see how far you can push this. Does he want what you want?
"How much do I owe you?"
You reach up a hand to wipe off a dark smudge on his cheek, cheeks heating up at how his frustratingly handsome face breaks into a sweet smile.
"You don't owe me nothin', happy to help. Now you let me know if there's anything else I can do for you, got that?"
It's your breaking point. Your hand moves to his perfect jawline and tilts his head down to yours for a long-awaited kiss, Bo's grip on your waist becoming more confident. He breaks away to move you until your back is on the hood of your car, caging you in with his body on top of you. It's then that he asks if you're sure, if this is what you want, if you're comfortable. The eager 'yes, please' he receives rewards you with a delighted chuckle from Bo, unbuttoning his shirt as you likewise free yourself of yours.
The electricity in the moment, the way his lips leave marks as he kisses down your chest, ridding you of all your clothes on his journey...this is what you came to Ambrose for. Bo stops his venture momentarily to unbuckle his belt, but not before giving you a taste of what his wicked tongue can do.
"How 'bout I see what else I can work my magic on, honey?" He quips at you, flashing that grin.
You got precisely what you bargained for.
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Promises (Alfie Solomons x Reader)
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Summary: Nobody knows that you were married once. Now you live with Ada and life seems to be nice again. Until that day that you see him again. All your fears are back. All those awful memories hunting you again. But this time you are not alone. A man called Alfie is there to make sure nobody hurt you again.
Warnings: Misogyny, domestic violence. Protective!Alfie. Fluff at the ending ||English is not my first language.
This was requested by a nice anon.
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Going to live with Ada was the best thing that could have happened to you in the last year. You both worked together in the library. From the beginning, you had talked little about your past and Ada didn't ask many questions about it. But when she found out that you were living in a rented room, she almost took you home with her. And since then you lived with her paying a ridiculously cheap price for being in such a nice house.
The days passed between working, sometimes taking care of Karl and enjoying Ada's friendship. There was no interest on your part in meeting a man, not after the failure that was your previous relationship. So for the time being, you were fine as you were.
But everything changed that Sunday. Ada had warned you that her brothers and two of their partners would be at her house. And in the process of telling you that, she also vented her frustrations against her family which made you laugh, you knew her and her brothers' relationship pretty well.
"No problem, Ada, I can take Karl for a walk until they leave," you said.
"And leave me alone with them? No. Stay please, save me."
"You're overreacting," you replied with a chuckle, as you began to tidy the place up a bit. "But if you want me to stay, I'll stay."
"I'd really appreciate it."
"Neutral territory, eh, Tommy? Doesn't seem like very neutral territory if it's your sister's house, does it?" Alfie had gotten out of the car protesting as was usual for him. Thomas rolled his eyes.
"I don't think my sister considers herself much my sister at this point. So it might as well be anyone else's house."
"But it's your sister's house."
"But it is my sister's house, yes," the Shelby leader finished by admitting. "My sister who could give me to the lions, if she could."
"And who wouldn't, Tommy?" Alfie settled his hat and started walking toward the meeting place.
Ada was waiting for them. She still didn't quite know what Tommy wanted to force her to be there present. Every time her brother spoke he gave little opportunity for much choice other than what he offered, so Ada ended up agreeing to be there.
You were in another room playing with Karl, waiting for him to go to sleep so you could read until the Shelbys and their partners left. You had no idea who these partners were, but they must be important if Thomas was taking them to Ada's house. You knew the Shelby brothers and not just by reputation, a few times in that time you had been living there they had been visiting. Especially Tommy. They had all been kind to you and consequently, you to them.
But Karl was restless that afternoon and he was begging for his mother. No matter how much you told him she was busy. Finally you gave in and taking him in your arms, you carried him to where your friend was. In the main room were the three older Shelbys, she plus a man you had never seen before. He had a full beard, a hat, a cane and was looking at Arthur with amusement, although Arthur looked ready to punch him in the nose as soon as he could. The man in question didn't seem to flinch, though.
"Good afternoon," Tommy greeted you when he saw you. You greeted him too, as well as Arthur and John, "Let me introduce you to our friend Alfie Solomons," Tommy added. The man stopped provoking Arthur and looked at you, only nodding his head which you returned with a small smile.
"Sorry to interrupt," you said turning to Ada "but Karl is asking for you."
Ada managed to calm him down, telling him she would be with him as soon as his uncles left. As mother and son talked and so did the other three Shelby's, you could feel the stranger's eyes on you. An intense blue gaze that you could feel on the back of your neck.
"Now go with her, Karl, Mom will be along soon. Mom wouldn't be here if Uncle Tommy hadn't come to bother her on her day off."
"Uncle Tommy has his reasons," Thomas muttered nonchalantly. "Now be a good little man and go to her, Karl."
As you carried Karl in your arms again, you couldn't help but slyly glance back to where Alfie was.
"And who was that adorable creature?" asked Alfie as they were left alone again.
"My nephew," Tommy replied smiling faintly at him and knowing full well that Alfie did not mean the child.
"You're a funny man, ain't you, Tommy?"
The fact that the Shelby's supposed new partner was running late was making Alfie grumpy. And with good reason. Only after an hour there did the aforementioned man show up and the Jewish leader disliked him on sight. Alfie had a well-developed sixth sense and if he disliked someone, there was a reason. That was one of the reasons Tommy had called him, that and Alfie let his mind do the talking without worrying too much about the consequences.
"You can't do business with people who don't know about hours, Tommy. Hours and business contain numbers and you can't trust someone who doesn't know 3 o'clock from 4 o'clock."
"I assume Mr. Ferguson has a reasonable explanation for that."
"My apologies, Messrs. Shelbys and Solomons, I was not feeling well last night and woke up very late today."
"Clearly smelling of whiskey," Alfie muttered not so softly. John couldn't help but chuckle, which caused Ferguson to redden.
"Well I'm pretty sure it's not going to happen again," Tommy mentioned "isn't it?"
"Yes, that's right."
Tommy explained to them that Ferguson was a jeweler who had obtained certain treasures from Italian arks and was considering selling them, but needed buyers. Tommy was interested, but didn't trust him and that's why Alfie was there too.
"This beautiful lady can bring me a cup of tea, can't you love?" asked Ferguson, opening his briefcase, clearly not knowing who Ada was and clearly not aware of the feminist revolution Ada was part of.
"Sure," Ada replied, "with a spoonful or two of cyanide?"
Ferguson felt himself redden again, but this time humiliated. Damn women who now thought they had the right to talk back to a man like him. He was about to open his mouth again when a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Let me introduce you to my sister Ada," Arthur mentioned this time. John was staring at him, too.
"Miss Shelby… I'm sorry."
"Mrs. Thorne," she corrected, "is this why you brought me here, Tommy? Because idiots like this I see on a daily basis."
"And Mr. Ferguson has two hands to pour tea for himself," Arthur noted. "Isn't he?"
"But he's our guest," Thomas maintained, "let me pour him tea."
He tried to refuse, but Tommy had already served him the hot drink. Alfie said nothing, but at the same time, he kept looking at him. But he did see Ada's eyes, full of anger.
You were oblivious to everything that was going on. You were playing with Karl in another room, not hearing what they were saying and not knowing who had just arrived. Because you wouldn't have believed it in a thousand years and if you had known, you would have walked out the back door.
Greg Ferguson at first was like any Prince Charming, but not long after you married him he began to show his true colors. Of course the marriage lasted as long as a breath. A good lawyer, even though it cost you your savings, was able to get your divorce and you had become independent from him. But you were still afraid of him and the last thing you wanted was to ever see him again. But life doesn't always give us what we want.
Karl was Ada's son and as such, although she also denied it, a part of him was a Shelby and he always got what he wanted. The little boy slipped out of your sight in a moment when you were distracted by your thoughts and by the time you realized it he was already entering where the meeting was taking place.
"Karl!" you called to him, not intending to interrupt. You stood in the doorway, staring at the boy when you finally saw him. From where you were standing, only he could see you. He could see your body language change, your eyes widening and how you recoiled. Karl, after getting another kiss from his mother came back to you laughing and took your hand to go back to where you had been before.
Bored and totally distrustful of Tommy's possible new partner, Alfie asked Ada to point him to the bathroom and that's where he went. What Alfie didn't expect was to find you sitting on the floor, while Karl played quietly beside you. The house was huge, there was no need to sit there as there was nowhere else to be.
"Mr. Solomons," you said, standing up. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you."
"No need to apologize. Is everything all right, dear?"
You nodded. But that was obviously a lie and Alfie could smell a lie like a bloodhound can smell a bone.
"Yes, alright. There's no way I'm going to believe you're fine when you're clearly about to cry. You were fine when we met an hour ago, you looked happy there. What changed? Can I help?"
"Do you know that man?" you asked looking in the direction of the door where the Shelbys were gathered.
"I don't. Tommy does, apparently…. And so do you, right? Who is he?"
"My ex-husband." you admitted lowering your gaze and feeling some tears running down your cheeks. "I never thought I'd see him again. Ada doesn't know, I didn't tell anyone I was ever married. It wasn't worth it, what was the point? If I was never going to see him again and I wanted to forget. He's a jerk, a con man, a violent misogynist. Nothing good comes from him."
"How did someone like you end up with someone like him?"
"Because I was stupid. I let myself be fooled. I believed him, even though I had a voice in my head telling me to be careful. Then when we got married, I got to the point where I was afraid to go back to my house. I finally left him, legally, so he could never claim anything from me."
Alfie, who was very unlikely to listen to other people's problems, was paying attention to you. He had reason to have been wary of him from the moment the guy walked through the door. He had seen how he addressed Ada and had no reason to think otherwise regarding what you had said to him.
"What a fucking son of a bitch. I need to talk to Tommy."
"He's going to know I said something. How else would you know? Please don't, now that he knows where I am he's going to come. I don't want him around, no, not again."
Alfie raised his hand to try to put it on your shoulder but to his surprise you shrank in on yourself in fear. Alfie understood immediately that that was a protective pose. And that you had done it instinctively accustomed, surely, to the fact that a raised hand near you only meant a blow. He ended up hating the guy his friend had brought there.
"I didn't mean to scare you," he apologized. And took a step back "I'm going to talk to Tommy right now."
With that said, Alfie turned and walked back into the living room. You were again left alone with Karl who, oblivious to everything, was still playing on the floor. The blessing of children's innocence.
"Mrs. Thorne, in the hallway I saw your little boy. I think he's still looking for you," Alfie said to Ada. She frowned, but heeded him and when she left the room she found not Karl needing her, but you. Hugging your friend, you finally confessed to her the whole truth of your past.
Inside, while your ex-husband was still talking, Alfie was murdering him with his eyes.
"Have you ever hit a woman, Mr. Ferguson?" he interrupted.
"Excuse me?"
"Are you deaf? It's fucking simple, mate, have you ever hit a woman?"
"What's that got to do with anything?" Ferguson, shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"It has to do with the fact that I don't deal with cowards and I'm pretty sure none of my friends here, either."
"Of course I didn't hit anybody!"
"Tommy, I didn't come here to waste my time watching a maggot drown in his own shit. The answer is no. No deal with this guy. And that jewelry he's got in there, that's fake." Alfie pointed to the briefcase with his cane.
"They're replicas!" he tried to justify himself. "I wasn't going to bring the real ones in front of people I don't know. I, I…mr. Shelby, I didn't try to rip you off."
"I asked you to bring the best you had, Mr. Ferguson." Tommy spoke this time, standing up and then pointed to the door, "good afternoon."
"Bloody idiot," Alfie muttered, watching him go.
Alfie knew it wasn't his place to tell what you had confessed to him, so he remained silent even when Tommy asked him what his words had been about. But he and the other two Shelby brothers could guess, more or less, what might have happened and confirmation was not long in coming either. The shouts reached the ears of everyone present there.
"You always find a way to fuck with me, you fucking bitch!"
Alfie stood up and left the room as fast as he could. Greg Ferguson's voice came from a closed room. Apparently the man hadn't left like everyone thought, but stayed at Ada's house looking for you. He waited for the owner to leave with the child upstairs and took his chance to get you alone.
"What are you doing here? Are you hiding with the gangsters? Do you think you'll be protected? I didn't think I'd find you here, but I did. What did you say to the Jew? WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM?"
"I didn't say anything, Greg, I didn't say anything!" Alfie could hear your sobs, from the other side of the door and he pushed with his shoulder to get in. He saw you against a wall as your ex-husband stood in front of you threatening you.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alfie walked towards him, not stopping.
"This is between me and my wife."
"Ex," Alfie clarified.
"Whatever. She didn't remarry, it's like she's my property still. Like a dog that got away and now I'm finding it again."
"Mmh, a dog? Property?" Alfie advanced toward him, clearly disgusted, and his gaze had transformed. Alfie knew how to deal with subjects like this one. This wasn't the first, nor would it be the last. He stroked his beard as he watched this one back away. For surely Greg Ferguson was a misogynistic coward, but he liked his life and turning on Alfie Solomons could certainly end that life. Because Alfie angry, it was as if the Jewish leader became bigger than he really was. He was more intimidating and Ferguson, he was finding that out.
"What was it you said earlier, mate?" Alfie had leaned the cane against a chair and now with both hands free, had grabbed it by the lapels of the suit and Ferguson was steeped against one of the walls. "I didn't hit anyone? Does she strike you as having the attitude of someone who wasn't beaten to the point of being afraid of you? Mmh?"
"No -I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I love her, I, I love her."
"You don't even love your mother, you fucking asshole. What you're going to do now, is take your ass and you're out of here for good. And if you don't leave, I'm going to take it upon myself to make you leave. But you'll leave in pieces, half of your body will go to the river Thames and the other half will go to feed the lions at the zoo. Am I right? Because if I find out that you've come back to bother her, I'm going to see to it that it's the last thing you do. ´kay?"
Alfie had his nose pressed to the other guy's, his eyes emanating fury but speaking with total calm. The man nodded vehemently. Alfie Solomons didn't threaten in vain, he made good on that threat and everyone knew that. When Alfie finally let him go, the man walked out of there without looking back. You never saw him again.
From the floor where you were still shaking, you thanked Alfie with your eyes.
A week later, that episode was almost behind you. For the first two days you were still out on the street looking everywhere, believing that at any moment he would appear. But that didn't happen. Ada told you later that not only Alfie had warned him, but also Tommy. Apparently your ex had conned other people who were looking for him and the Shelbys were more than happy to tell the rest where he was living now. So Ferguson had made the wisest choice and left the country. If he returned in the near future, he would probably regret the decision.
But a week later, a knock at the door put Ada on alert. You were taking a bath, so you didn't hear it. She approached cautiously, but to her surprise there was only Alfie there.
"Mr. Solomons," she said opening the door "Won't you come in?"
"Good morning, Mrs. Thorne. No need, I was just dropping in to see your brother."
"Tommy doesn't live here, I trust you know that," Ada smiled, "but my friend does."
The girl looked at him until she got him to smile. "I wanted to know if everything was all right, after that moron got here."
"I don't think he'll be back, fortunately and it's the best thing that could happen. Why don't you come in, Mr. Solomons? I imagine this trip hasn't been in search of knowing that, a phone call would have been enough. She's having a bath now, but make yourself comfortable."
Alfie chuckled, she was definitely Tommy's sister. There was no doubt about it. While you were getting out of the shower, they were talking. It was obvious that he had shown interest in you almost from the moment he saw you, but even more so after what had happened. He could tell that you were a good person to whom bad things had happened. And Alfie was more than willing to show you that when someone loves another person, they don't hurt them. He would prove it to you, no matter how long it took him and as long as you wanted him too.
"Don't you ever dare hurt her, Mr. Solomons, because you may know what my brothers are capable of. But you don't know me."
Alfie raised both eyebrows in surprise "I don't think you need worry about that, Mrs. Thorne, but thank you for the warning, I'll bear it in mind. I promise never to hurt her."
At that moment, they both heard your voice. "Hey, Ada, don't you know where my…?" but the sentence was incomplete when you saw him there.
Ada, sitting there as the only spectator, saw the exact moment when Alfie smiled at you and you at him.
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oekaki-chan · 1 year
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Hi, C! You're my biggest inspiration! I have a question, which may be a little intrusive (you don't have to reply) but, have you ever felt upset and sad whenever your artworks get out of your target audience and get frustrating comments? How do you deal with it? Sometimes, when my artworks get outside my comfort zone, I see unsolicited opinion/hate 😢 It's difficult for me to stay motivated drawing the things I like even though I still want to. I hope I didn't ask too much. Thank you!
This actually happened to me when someone reposted my stardew valley fanart (with permission) to reddit 😭 I was excited to share my stuff with my fellow farmers but I didn't expect I would get blasted on reddit. People there said the female characters look like men and it upset me because I just wanted to draw diverse facial structures on women...
Honestly it pissed me off so bad that I tried to redraw the female characters with uwu anime girl faces and muttered to myself "Is this what you guys wanted huh? THESE???" (I didn't post the art of course, I just needed an outlet to channel my anger) But as time passed by I did admit that some of the ladies indeed look a bit boyish there, and it gave me a new perspective on stuff I need to improve on my art.
I think something similar had happened on tumblr way back then too, someone said my art lacked background or something and of course I got pissed too and the same cycle happened, I attempted to redraw the thing people criticized me for out of anger and I realized I DID have a weakness on this certain part.
My point is, unsolicited criticism is -without a doubt- annoying and upsetting, but I also think sometimes I need to take some step away from my art and let people see something I can't see in it. I don't generalize but most of the time people who give unsolicited criticism aren't artists themselves, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't take their input into account, perhaps they have a fairly large visual library but don't have the skill to draw.
This is just how I deal with stuff like this and I know it varies from person to person 😭 I know it's easier said than done but don't let unwanted criticism get to you Anon, just keep doing what you do! Unsolicited criticism doesn't mean your art is bad, it means people see potential in you and you should take it as an opportunity to grow and improve 😤
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rawliverandgoronspice · 9 months
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New anon. I've been a few reading your thoughts and general posts, and I really agree so strongly to many of them. Some of my biggest pet peeves in the story were really how weirdly disjointed it felt, with missing reasoning and foundation? If I may share my thoughts? I wish they had genuinely focused more on characters besides Zelda, because by the end of the storyline, and having watched all the tears, I was left more confused and empty, and not satisfied at all. Not to be rude to Zelda, but I really stopped caring about her because I was so hyperfocused on wanting to know more about the Zonai, Sonia, the Sages, and Ganondorf... and then nothing, well except two tears, and they gave almost no plot relevance? It was such a pity. The sages? Who? Why? How? Every sage showing the exact same memory with only a tiny bit of their personality sprinkled, but nothing about them as sages made me miffed. Ganondorf felt really like a missed opportunity, I think you, other anon's and everyone has already said it. In my words: Lost potential. I don't even need a big sobstory or anything, a monologue like in WW? Yeah he's angry that the Zonai are wasting their "god like powers" but WHY is he so angry about it? How are the lives of the Gerudo? Why are they split? Even if he was raised to crave power, just getting more of a look at why would have been nice. The Gerudo sage would have been a perfect candidate to get some explanation. (I'd have much preferred that over some of the more slice-of-life Zelda tears tbh.) I know it's called "The legend of ZELDA!" But I always took that to be more along the lines of "This is the legend of Zelda, but we (the player) see the legend from behind the scenes." Zelda being a major player and royalty would obviously be more interesting to in-universe historians, and easier to write down, with Link always just being "The hero clad in green!" But us, as the player, we see what really occurred, how the hero came to be, and that he's not "just a hero" but he's actually just a guy, who then takes up the mantle of hero. I just wasn't too invested in Zelda's story, especially since she's just background noise for a lot of the story. (Idk how to best word it, pardon me.)
Hello, thank you for the ask and sorry for taking so long to reply!!
Yeah, I mean I don't even think that Zelda got much opportunity to be a character either, despite her being the throughline for most of it. I don't feel like I learned anything new about her character that I didn't know from BotW, and some aspects developed in that game were gone entirely. As you said, she does feel like background noise, a witness to other people's story. Her nerdiness is set-up and then never really paid off (despite her and Mineru interacting), she gets no personal interaction with Ganondorf... I actually don't think they ever speak to one another directly, for the whole game????
Just went out to check that out and... Ganondorf says Zelda's name to her once, then Zelda asks him how he knows their name. That's it. That's the entire sum of their conversation in the entire game, and it happens in the first 5 opening minutes. Unless you count fake Zelda, but even then that would only be a single sentence, and honestly I don't think it counts?
The more I dig around and the more I'm truly baffled by some of the narrative choices made in this game. Like I want to be Normal about it again (and managing, slowly, just getting through the last asks) but.... honestly I don't understand what happened. The straight up refusal to build up any kind of actual dramatic tension between the leading trio is so baffling to me. Like, not to dip back into the TotK Rewrite Well, but: why didn't they fully commit to the OoT route, since they were already so far down, where Zelda is the only one to suss out Ganondorf is out to get them, and so the tension is concentrated between the two of them, where she tries to save Rauru and Sonia from his scheme but can't (which would also give weight to her sacrifice as she turns into a dragon)? Then you'd have an actual reason to feel invested in the plot and want to avenge her and those she cared about! Why are the stakes so split out between Rauru, Zelda and Mineru, to the point where nothing has any oomph and you, as Link, feel pretty much uninvolved in the entire situation?
Like, sure the buildup to the final fight was amazing, the soundtrack is sooooo sososo good, the mood and ambiance is probably at its best, the fight itself is a little treat, but. I really felt like I was a Hyrule appointed cop having to walk into the freaky abandoned basement and yelling "sir I've been mandated by the royal family to formally ask you to stop dumping experimental chemicals into the sewers of the kingdom" to the local weirdo squatter in his broken hot tub, and then fighting about it.
But personal investment and stakes really didn't land for me. I was glad to see Ganondorf, tho I would have prefered him telling me anything other than generic anime villain stuff before repeatedly punting my face into the floor. But yeah. The story was disjointed, and it kept me from enjoying the extremely carefully crafted mechanics to their fullest capacity. :(
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leithsin · 1 month
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Am I allowed to be sappy on the main? Because I'm going to be sappy on the main. I was browsing the Karmaland tag when I found your post about the animatic you made for the election arcs, and I clicked on your profile, because if you were still somewhat active I wanted to drop an anon ask giving you a compliment (your animatic was absolutely incredible, after all), only to be slapped in the face with your pinned Purgatory art. And that's when I had to stop myself to stare. Really stop and just stare, because I felt like I was looking at something that deserved that moment of silence.
I'm from a very, very homogeneous region, where its defining feature is its high Scandinavian population and its high school football team. Your animatic was my first introduction into Karmaland, and really into non-English content creation as a whole. I spent a good hour scrolling through the comments on your video with my laptop's translation on, and your video playing in the background, and just taking it all in. It's genuinely something incredible. Your color choice, the way you formatted the video, the song; everything about it was amazing. You were able to condense such a complicated and complex series of events down into something a larger audience could really get into, without losing what made Karmaland what it was. And that's something absolutely incredible. You're what got me into the series, and while my Spanish might still be the most accented thing on this side of the Prime Meridian, I'm making an effort. Because I wanted to connect with that community. That community that I learned about from your animatic, as sheltered and as strange as it may sound.
So I came to your Tumblr page, because I wanted to tell you that animatic was genuinely on the wall of fame in terms of artistic expression I had seen.
And I find your Purgatory art.
Honestly, you've gotten unbelievably better. I don't even know what to say at this point, because when I saw your QSMP art I had to stop and stare, the same way I did your Karmaland animatic. I can still see you're the same artist that you were a year ago, when you first posted 'I can decide', but you've grown an absolutely insane amount. Your composition, color choice, and your handle on the way that bodies work are all insane. Heck, I remember stumbling across your SunnySideUp art a month or so back and thinking about how genuinely awesome it was-because it was awesome, truly.
You're an inspiration, and while you don't know me, the art you've made has shifted something in my worldview.
You're an absolutely incredible, admirable artist, and you deserve to know that.
Parasocial with a tumblr artist? Me? Ha, never *sweats nervously*
That's really it. Gracias por todo y I hope this ask finds you well, and it isn't too awkward, rambly, or flat out weird.
Hihi, I'm sorry for the late reply, but your message totally caught me off guard - in the best way possible! - Like...I found myself reading it at random times of the day while I was working and I was surprised every time
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I once read that people express emotions better in their native language, and since you're talking about the Karmaland animatic and how it inspired you to try and learn a bit of Spanish, and also of the QSMP, I feel compelled to write my reply in my native language...well, maybe a bit of spanglish here and there, but hey, that's just how I express myself!
I'll also put a translation between parentheses , so feel free to take this as a fun opportunity to practice—or not, up to you!
DUDE-
Siento que acabo de recibir un premio, no te voy a mentir me asusté porque pensé que era algo malo cuando vi mucho texto! PERO- Siento que es el mensaje mas bonito que he recibido, empezar a dibujar a los 12 años desemboco en que ahora recibiera este mensaje y me hace muy feliz!! De verdad te agradezco que te tomaras el tiempo de escribirme AAAA (I feel like I just won an award, I'm not gonna lie, I got scared because I thought it was something bad when I saw a wall of text! BUT- I feel like it's the nicest message I've ever received. Starting drawing at 12 years old led to receiving this message now, and it makes me really happy. I genuinely appreciate you taking the time to write to me)
Cuando empecé el animatic de Karmaland, sabia que las de personas que me seguían en ese momento en youtube estaban alli por el masochism tango. La mayoria probablemente no conocia mucho de un server en español que nada que ver con ese, asi que tuve la intención de seguir un orden cronológico de la historia, un simbolismo en cuanto colores, cuidado con la caracterizacion de personajes para que fueran distinguibles, etc...para que las personas que no tuvieran ningún contexto sobre Karmaland, tambien pudieran entender algo al relacionar las imagenes y las líricas. No sé que en que tanta medida lo logré, pero me hace feliz ver que algunos de los comentarios principales que hay en el video es gente en inglés intentando entender el lore asi como tú! (When I started the Karmaland animatic I knew that the people following me at that time on YouTube were there for the Masochism tango animatic. Many wouldn't know much about a server in spanish unrelated to that one, so I did intend to follow a chronological order of the story, try to incorporate symbolism in terms of colors, take care with character design to make them distinguishable, etc...This was so that people who didn't have any context about Karmaland could still understand something by relating the images to the lyrics. I'm not sure to what extent I achieved this? but it makes me happy to see that some of the main comments on the video are from English-speaking people trying to understand the lore just like you!)
De verdad es tan bonito ver a alguien como tú hacer el esfuerzo extra de aprender sobre una nueva cultura sobre la que no sabes nada, usar el traductor, intentar entrar a una comunidad diferente- y que mi animatic fuera la causa de ello me llena de muchisimo orgullo- Y MEJOR AUN, VINISTE A TUMBLR A DECIRME, QUE TERNURITA AAA (It's truly heartwarming to see someone make the extra effort to learn about a new culture you know nothing about, using the translator, trying to join the community- and that my animatic was the cause of it? fills me with so much pride - AND EVEN BETTER, YOU CAME TO TUMBLR TO TELL ME, HOW ADORABLE AAA)
I can't decided el animatic es mi bebecito, que decirte, ese mes de trabajo? worth it, lo haría otra vez, y quizas me tomaria unos días mas porque a veces lo veo y hay unos frames que me quedó MMM, QUE PASO AQUI LEITH, PINCHE FLOJA (I can't decid the animatic is my baby you know? That month of work? Worth it. I'd do it again, and maybe I'd take a few more days because sometimes I look at it and there are some frames that make me go mmm, what happened here Leith? you lazy fuck)
El arte del purgatorio y lo que le gustó a la gente me sorprendió muchisimo! Lo use para experimentar con escalas en blanco y negro, y lo hice en un lienzo pequeñito, y BOOM, mi pinche dibujo mas reblogueado. Yo y mi mala suerte porque esta todo chiquito JAJAJA Pero es un dibujo que me gusta muchisimo, pude juntar un poquito de mi carrera de diseño gráfico con la ilustración porque originalmente nada tenia fondo, solo estaban en un fondo blanco! (The Purgatory art and how much people liked it surprised me so much! I used it to experiment with scales in black and white so I did it on a tiny canvas, and BOOM, my darn drawing got the most reblogs I've ever had for a drawing. Me and my bad luck because everything's so tiny LOL But it's a drawing that I like a lot, I got the chance to combine a bit of my graphic design career with illustration. Originally the drawing didn't have a background or anything, just a white canvas!)
No sé si llegaré a hacer algun animatic el QSMP, a pesar de que lo veo de vez en cuando en eventos importantes, estoy muy perdida en terminos de lore, la vida me tiene un poco agarrada del cuello y es dificil mantenerse al tanto con todo! que no pasaba con Karmaland porque es un server chiquito. PERO si llegó a hacer uno en algun momento, espero tambien puedas verlo! (I'm not sure if I'll ever make an animatic for QSMP. Even though I catch glimpses of it at important events I'm pretty lost in terms of lore. Life has me a bit overwhelmed, and it's hard to keep up with everything! It wasn't like this with Karmaland because it's a smaller server. BUT if I do end up making one at some point I hope you'll watch it too!)
Me pone contenta saber que las composiciones o las elecciones de color, o incluso cositas como la postura del cuerpo, que pienso que son cosas que la gente pasaría por alto, son notadas no solo por ti, sino por muchas personas, de verdad es muy alentador! Ya le tome screenshot a este ask y me lo voy a poner cada que me sienta desmotivada B) (It makes me happy to know that compositions, color choices, or even little things like body posture which I think people might overlook, are noticed not only by you but by many others. It's really encouraging! I've already taken a screenshot of this ask and I'm going to keep it for whenever I feel demotivated B) )
¡¡MUCHAS GRACIAS!! Perdón si te escribí mucho, pero siento que tu respuesta lo merecia! No te preocupes por ser parasocial querido anon, TKM mucho, me hiciste el día, la semana y el mes y te deseo todo lo mejor! Te aseguro que le harías el día a cualquier artista con un mensaje como ese y hoy fue mi día de suerte! :D
(MUCHAS GRACIAS! Sorry if I wrote too much, but I felt like your response deserved it! Don't worry about being parasocial, dear anon, TKM mucho, you made my day, week, and month, and I wish you all the best! I assure you that any artist would be delighted with a message like that and today was my lucky day :D)
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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year
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Hi, it's me! The anon who submitted the vampiric Joseph AU. Wanted to share a few more ideas that I had.
Basically, the whole world thinks Joseph actually died in Cairo. It checks out considering everything else that had happened there, plus there were probably some eye-witness accounts to DIO attacking him. All company stuff went to Suzi Q, maybe Holly too? She's not a business person, but I see her helping out where she could. Joseph still runs it, just with Suzi Q being sort of a stand-in for him.
In regards to this with Josuke, he doesn't know for a while that the person who's been helping him out is actually his father. I guessed that with having to make a will so suddenly, somehow Josuke was discovered way earlier than the beginning of Part 4. I had it where he was sort of just this unknown person that helped Josuke out when he was in danger, especially when he was younger. (Plus he probably got some good inheritance money. Dad points? It's like a +0.5 point.)
Also, totally right with Holly. Especially with more interaction with Josuke here, I can't help but feel Joseph has a lot of guilt regarding his wife, even if one of those situations wasn't his fault. He'd be very lost. All he wanted was a life with her, and to die with her. And now he's stuck to make this decision on his own, with the only way to do so being the most painful options he could imagine.
Definitely think that fight with Straizo also messes with his head a lot more. He knows it's possible to still use hamon, and that thought weighs heavy on his mind.
Sorry for the long ask! Have a lot of thoughts, thank you so much for replying to my initial ask!
- bread
hi bread it's nice to have you :D
but also YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
I love the idea of Joseph faking his death. It was going to happen eventually, might as well take advantage of the opportunity now since it'll be easiest. He does what he can to help Suzie and Holly with everything, and all things considered he's still running the company. Suzie becomes almost like a puppet ruler in some ways with people not realize Joseph's still working behind the scenes
also if I may raise an idea for Joseph vibing around before Part 4 canon: what if Joseph ends up learning about Josuke and sorta..... moves in to Morioh. It's only about a year or so before canon, but Joseph wants to be there for the son he apparently had. The talk with Suzie was...... rough to say the least, and he knows he deserved it but it still hurt. He was ashamed of his actions, but he also didn't want this kid to suffer because of it. The kid might've gotten sick like Holly did all those years ago and have a Stand without any guidance for all he knew!
Suzie is luckily understanding. Upset yes, but she can respect Joseph's decision at the very least. Plus...... she needs a bit of time right now. It's not a divorce, but just..... right now she needs to work through these emotions and this breaking of trust. It hurts Joseph a lot, but again he saw this coming, recognizes he kinda deserves it, and respects her wishes
(Joseph does have to deal with the black pit in his stomach for a while because we have so little time left we need to solve this now if we don't one of us could die and then we'll be left angry and grieving and confused and regretting how the last thing we did was fight but at the same time he knows that if he forces it, he'll just fuck things up further and he CANNOT do that)
so Joseph becomes Josuke's New And Kinda Weird But Overall Really Fun Neighbor. Josuke absolutely loses it when he realizes Joseph has a Stand, and he's able to give the kid a lot of guidance about the Stand World in general
and for a pinch of angst........ Joseph not telling Josuke he's his father. He tells himself he will. That he's just waiting for things to settle down, waiting for Josuke to be comfortable with him, waiting for the right moment...... but deep down he knows that's never going to come. He's ashamed he wasn't able to be there for Josuke's life, ashamed to call himself a father because of his actions, but most importantly he's terrified of how Josuke will react. The kid has every reason to hate him, and as selfish as it may be Joseph doesn't want to lose him
but then of course things start to go sideways when the Arrow makes an appearance in Morioh :)
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clarks-letterman · 3 months
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Wally anon: You get it. 👍 He's gonna be hard & needy just from the sight of it (verse!Wally >>>> you know. he'd be making the loudest sounds with you eating him out in this specific scenario cause he already loves it, but this just takes it to thenext level for him). Oh, for sure. He's already bent over & being loud about the attention you're giving his hole. Filling him up is just the natural conclusion for him cause he needs. it. Well, he didn't lie about it having the most icing dhdhd. 🤭 (And his immediate thought is that he wants you to suck his dick clean of all of that blue. 🥴)
Absolutely agreed. He is the most ancient Gen Xer in this department specifically cause he already wasn't a huge tech guy when he was alive cause football & all that, but seeing how. far things have come since then makes him be like, "Yeah, I haven't been dead long enough for this." He probably even misses those huge, boxy 90s comps cause he had just. gotten the hang of them not long before the school replaced them. 😭 But, yeah, lotssss of printer ink used on showing him all kindsa new things.
Heard that @ desperate. Even though I'm a relatively "newer" fan (because of the limited material), I can't get enough. 🫠 That makes sense @ it being his biggest "small" role. He's definitely on his way up from smaller ep stints. 🙌 Hmm, can't help but think that it sounds like there's fic potential in this Josh going to multiple lengths to pick up guys. 🤔 We'll just have to manifest future edgy roles for him. I know ~earnest~ is more in his wheelhouse from what I've seen of him so far, but he obviously has the potential to tap into more (even though I'm glad he'll be in the sequel, very. much missed opportunity to make Ryan the killer in Thanks cause you could just FEEL it being a possibility under the surface).
And him being sprawled out just makes it easier for him to take up space so that you have. to lie on top of him. 😉 Yesss, exactly. He just gets. it when it comes to cuddling cause how sincere he is with his emotions.
Probably a matter of how much time you spend with him & how used to the smell you are (sniffing kink, perhaps?).
Yesss. Fulfilling The Milo Manheim Agenda™. ‼️ It really is so true, though @ steal the show, especially in Thanks. As to be expected from me, I was n o t a fan of the entire ~love triangle~ element (& was like, why did this mfer vanish for half the movie...), but HE really held it down as Ryan.
Understandable @ wanting to start off easy (there were a lot. of ideas there 🫣). No worries on stray errors. I'm an extremely nitpicky bitch for my own writing & I still miss shit all the time. It happens. 👍 And, in response to your reply to my reaction: Anytime. ❤️❤️❤️ Us Wally/Milo truthers gotta stick together. No worries on keeping them separate for simplicity. Whatever is the easiest to manage works for me. 😁 No need to be nervous/be concerned with perfection. As long as you're having fun writing it & not derailing yourself with anything that might be distracting, you're all good. 🫡 Coming from someone who's only ever finished one fic forever ago, you should be very proud in your work ethic + output. Hope the rest of the writing goes well for you, though. Have fun. Don't overwhelm yourself (since, once again, a lot. of ideas lolllll). Will be looking forward to reading the sleepover or whichever one comes next (cause, yeah, that's expected @ it taking a bit longer). 🥰
YESSS UGH he’s writhing at your touch one minute, but then thinking about how good your lips and tongue would look stained blue. He’s getting eaten out but also imagines fucking your throat in such a dom way, basically returning the favor after you pounded his hole, he gets a turn at one of yours to clean off all that blue icing😮‍💨 bonus points if the icing works its way back into play while eating him out (can you tell i’m a sucker for foodplay. it’s so silly yet can be so fun)
Mans knows how to use a Microform (those electronic scan things that read old paper documents i think) and that’s. it. LMAO he’s the reason you now own a printer and printer cartridges sksjskk
Yeah unfortunately Ryan wasn’t the killer and i knew it because they basically dangled the keys in front of you in every interview about his character😭 “he’s so sus” was literally used to describe him so i kinda knew that they were just teasing him as the killer, which did kinda work but it was so obvious. I know Milo has Zombies 4 slated for next year, so that’s a bigger role, and I hope he gets more leads/supporting characters in bigger movies. (Live action Flynn Rider may be a stretch but i’m here for it) Love the Josh idea btw, he could definitely be a player to guys too, not just women. I forget what exactly his MO was and why he did what he did in the show, so i’ll have to rewatch it.
Yeah he’s a crazy cuddler but it warms his heart to feel you either lay on him in your sleep or just because. He doesn’t care why just that you do it fr
“Here, better get used to it now.” and he’s using the fact that he’s wearing a tank top to his advantage if ykyk (plus, he knows you two are gonna get along great)
It worked in the movie to give some kind of motive to him, but i hated its inclusion. Thankfully (haha), the movie placed more emphasis on the friend group as a whole rather the three in the love triangle, so it’s easy to ignore. But man, I love that adderall addicted guy who’s willing to get possessive sksjsk🫣
Same omg you get it. I’m so critical of my writing yet I always feel like something’s missing or there could be more added😭 it’s a pain and partially why i get nervous doing requests cause if i slip up on a fic that i wrote in self-indulgence, then it’s no biggie, but if it’s for someone else it’s hard not to get nervous😪 I want to hopefully have the sleepover done before christmas so it fits within the holiday window, but i’ll do whatever i can!! and trust, i won’t rush🫡
also, i totally forgot to mention. but when selecting the gif for last night’s fic, it reminded me that we saw Wally in the pool and my mind went a little wild… just a teeny tiny bit feral it made me laugh that he doesn’t bother to get swim trunks from one of the students in the locker room (like how Dawn stole phones to use) and instead just strips all the way down to just his gym shorts and used those as a bathing suit… just funny things
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Yeah, hi. I'm the anon that asked if "Johan is mentally a child " First of all thank you so much for answering me:) Maybe I didn't use the right phrase. I meant if his emotional state was like the one of a child. Yes I agree with you about him being traumatized. And he was, very much so in fact, with him being deprived of a name and identity, believing he probably wasn't wanted by his mother. What I meant was, is it possible that Johan wasn't emotionally matured, wasn't given the opportunity to develop his emotional maturity, to learn how express them without destroying others or himself? Or even feeling and recognizing his emotions. Also i don't believe he wasn't capable of feelings. After all i don't think it's possible for anyone to manipulate others so easily without empathizeing with them even a little. Also i don't believe he was ever given unconditional love and acceptance. Sorry for the bad English.
Okay so first of all, I'm terribly sorry for the late reply
A lot had happened IRL so I could barely look at tumblr these days 🙏✨
Thank you so much for pouring your hearts out on this ask, and I'll try to answer it to the best of my ability.
If by 'emotional maturity', we're talking about the ability to process, react, and respond to emotions in healthy ways, then yes I agree that Johan is emotionally immature , but I don't believe that he has the emotional state of a child—despite what the people in the show had said.
I see we are on the same page about Johan being heavily traumatized from being stripped off of everything even basic things such as identity and personhood, but I disagree to say that he has the emotional state of a child.
Because, again, people don't stop growing even if they're stripped off of something. Human is a highly adaptable creature. We will learn how to survive in the situation we're in; and that includes the presence of traumas and the absence of love.
Trauma mess us up in a unique ways; it triggered our survival instinct and forces us to learn thought patterns and behaviours that will allow us to survive and it stays with us even after the danger is gone.
I believe that is the case with Johan; it's not that his mental/emotional state is underdeveloped, but rather it developed around his traumas—that is he developed coping and defense mechanism that aren't helpful to him when the trauma had passed.
For example, he didn't simply not know how to trust people, he learned NOT TO trust people.
Something that sounds similar at first, but totally different; the first one is an absence of trust (an absence of a desired quality) and the second one is a presence of distrust (a presence of THE OPPOSITE quality)
What I'm saying is: human beings aren't and can't be an empty void. We will learn ways to survive one way or another.
If our environment doesn't accommodate us to develop a certain quality, we will learn to develop OTHER qualities which will allow us to survive.
The lack of safety will build fear and distrust. The lack of love will nurture hate towards oneself and others. Having one's needs denied or unfulfilled will build disregard towards oneself, etc.
I highlighted how he responded to trust because that's an important point about his character; when you can't trust anyone, you can't love or let yourself be loved by anyone—and that is totally the case with Johan.
It doesn't matter how much people give him unconditional love if he never trust or open up to anyone. That love would seem fake and ingenuine and thus he can't accept that or give it back.
(I would love to delve into how Johan respond to the world with distrust but I'd probably have to do it in a separate post because that'd be lengthy cause I have quite a lot to say about that BUT ANYWAYS)
What I'm saying is; I agree that Johan isn't emotionally mature (supposing 'emotional maturity' is the ability to process, react, and respond to emotions in healthy ways) but I don't think his 'immaturity' is in a way that his emotional state is that of a child, but rather he had developed a bunch of unhelpful thought patterns and defense mechanism that stemmed from his continuous traumas as is the case for many trauma survivors
To heal from that he'd need to unlearn all those unhelpful thought patterns and behaviours.
Sadly, aside from his own unwillingness (which is a huge obstacle to unlearn things because unlearning things would need a conscious effort), the world he lived in and the people he met in his life have only proved him right in his belief that this world is a cruel place full of horrible people who are out to hurt, exploit, betray, and manipulate him and his sister.
Well at least that's my two cents. I'm open to constructive criticism and friendly discussion.
Thanks for the ask!
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