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sohnric · 3 months

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bad idea, right? – k. sunwoo

pairing: soundcloud rapper! sunwoo x gn! reader

genre: exes to lovers, angst, suggestive. i know this is toxic as fuck dont @ me sometimes i like to write shit like this because it's realistic...

word count: 4k

warnings: a whole lot of arguing, swearing, both of them being toxic and childish, a heated makeout session, overall just..messy. so messy.

a/n: similivinlife u inspired this. not my proudest moment but oh well 😵 the original of this draft was for the fic dancing in my backseat on @rrxnjun that i didnt end up using and revamped for this, so if u see any similarities it is because both fics are mine :P and once again, as always, thank u @csenke my sweetest beloved for beta reading 🤍

“I don’t think you can imagine the things I have to deal with about that track, like, I was literally in the town yesterday and around six people stopped me and wanted the backstory and I don’t know what, and it’s really, really annoying–”

Your voice cuts off, being replaced by a beat that makes acid taste on your tongue and hair stand up all alert, like a feral cat’s would when you try to get close to it, making you immediately turn off the song, letting a scream out into your pillow. There’s a storm of emotions inside of you as you take the phone you’ve been listening to the new song on back into your hand and pull up his number– because you blocked him everywhere else in hopes of never seeing his face again– and shoot him an angry text about the matter.

you [7:21pm]: are you kidding me???

you [7:21pm]: you are really so damn egoistical for doing this

you [7:21pm]: really don’t think about anyone else except yourself huh

you [7:21pm]: ignore my messages again like the last time and i swear to god i’ll send someone to beat your ass

Fingers quicker than your own thoughts, you hammer down the messages on the keyboard, laced with the fury that’s been shaking with you ever since you learned that he released a new track that included yet another one of your voice messages you sent to him. It was excruciating to listen to, to say the least– your dignity stripped away slowly, piece by piece with the unsettling realization that your personal matters are now out there in the open, for everyone to see and judge, for the whole world to pick apart and analyze. Which is kind of funny, considering the nature of your breakup– you’re not so sure his fans would like what they would find out about him, had they dug deep enough.

Not saying that you are innocent in this matter, of course– you just don’t think it’s really fair to not have the platform to tell your side of the story.

don’t pick up [7:24pm]: feisty one aren’t ya

don’t pick up [7:24pm]: what’s this about

Clenching your jaw as you stare at the messages popping up on your screen only a few minutes after yours get delivered– which is unusual for him, to say the least– you work your way through another angry reply.

you [7:25pm]: your song???

don’t pick up [7:25pm]: did you like it? ;)

A dry chuckle escapes your throat at the last message. Of course you didn’t like it. You weren’t really a fan of the invasion of your privacy. You didn’t like the fact that he once again used your voice without permission, letting the whole world listen to your angry words that were addressed to him and only him. What was there for you to like about the song? His cheesy lyrics? The way he acted like he was way above you, belittling you with the power he had over you with all those voice messages?

you [7:26pm]: yes i loved the invasion of my privacy a lot, thank you sunwoo

you [7:26pm]: isnt this illegal? ill look into it

don’t pick up [7:27pm]: now you’re being ridiculous.. its just a song y/n :)

Was he being serious? Just a song? What about the prying eyes staring at you whenever you walk through the campus? What about the whispering behind your back whenever you sit in the school cafeteria? The pointed fingers whenever someone recognises that it’s you– the one that dated the good-for-nothing Soundcloud rapper and then broke his poor little heart. Was it ever really just a song?

you [7:28pm]: you cant be fr rn..

don’t pick up [7:33pm]: ah…let’s just talk abt it then

don’t pick up [7:33pm]: i’ll pick u up at 8?

Staring at the messages on the screen, you let out another dry chuckle. The skin of your fingertips tingles when you swipe across the surface of your phone, opening the messaging app once again and tapping on the little bubble on the bottom, making the keyboard appear. The gears in your brain turn in swift motion as you try to sound nonchalant in your response, typing and deleting the message again, never getting the tone quite right.

Responding to your ex boyfriend’s jabs and teasing in person seems to be easier for you, contrary to popular demand– you don’t have much time to think of your answer before the time frame between your arguments would turn too awkward with the silence, so you just say the first thing that comes to your mind. It comes naturally to you, though, and while you don’t particularly enjoy the fury and adrenaline that his smug smirks and jarring words make you feel, the tension his sudden messages built up only makes you more hesitant.

You haven’t met up with Kim Sunwoo since the day you ended things, and you know damn well there’s a good reason for it.

Seeing him around campus or at parties of your mutual friends is a whole other thing than being with him in a closed space, all alone. It’s been a month since you ended things and while you are fairly certain that Sunwoo is a major jerk that is out to ruin your life, you can’t really tell if you’re actually over the major jerk that is out to ruin your life.

Seemingly letting Sunwoo know that you have the chat open, letting him watch your chat bubble pathetically appear and disappear in consistent time intervals, another quick message is shot your way, making your heart drum against your rib cage in even swifter motions. Running your hand through your hair, you sigh and drop the phone into your lap, helpless.

don’t pick up [7:40pm]: i’ll take it as yes

Sighing to yourself, you stand up from your bed and put on some presentable clothes. You don’t want to give Sunwoo any ideas, and that’s why you only change into clean sweatpants and a tank top, not putting much effort into your appearance at all. You need to send him the signal of being nonchalant– although your stance on the way he uses you in his songs is full of anger and resentment, you don’t want it to seem like you care much about the man himself at all.

Dragging yourself out of your room and putting on your shoes, you bump into your roommate Aeri passing you by with a mug of tea, her hair in a towel as she just came out of the shower. “You’re going somewhere?”

“Going out,” you grunt.

“Oh?” she hums, leaning into the doorframe, “with who?”

The question catches you off guard. Turning around on your heel, you flash her an innocent smile, brain thinking of every possible solution you could use to not tell her that you’re going out with the exact person you’ve spent the last few weeks grunting over in dismay. “No one important,” you start, when her face morphs into a distressed frown.

“Is it Sunwoo?”

“Look, I-”

“It is fucking Sunwoo! I heard you scream into your pillow just now, I should’ve known it was that prick again,” she grunts, her guess confirmed by the very obvious discomfort on your face, suddenly in a hurry when you try to get out of the house in one swift motion and save yourself from the cross-examining conversation that’s surely about to happen judging by the look in Aeri’s face.

“I gotta go-”

“What about all your ‘I don’t ever wanna see him again’ talk?” she sighs, clearly disappointed with your life choices.

“Look, it’s about the songs he’s been putting out. He’s being an ass about replying back to my messages and god knows I’m not calling him, or else he’d record it and put it in another song like the freak he is,” you squint your eyes at her, making sure your intentions are clear to your worried roommate.

“Oh, right, because he’s going out with you just to talk,” she mutters, “when all you two have done since you broke up is argue. Mhm, seems about correct,” Aeri adds, making the situation even worse than it already was, because she’s right, after all– when have the two of you held a normal conversation in the past few weeks? Seeing him tonight might just be the worst idea of your life– right after deciding to date him, of course– and you’re completely aware of the fact.

Opening your mouth to answer with a jarring comment meant to put your roommate back in her place, the words are taken off your tongue when you hear the ring of your phone, the notification on your screen flashing with his messages.

don’t pick up [8:04pm]: youre 5 mins late

don’t pick up [8:05pm]: come out

“Look, I gotta go. We’ll talk about this later,” you mumble as you take your bag off the hanger, Aeri’s disapproving eyes following you as you head towards the door.

“Right. Have fun,” she ironically sings, knowing very well what Kim Sunwoo’s intentions are for the night. Still, you fakely gag to her comment before you’re out the door and walking down the entryway.

As your figure walks out of the apartment complex, you almost don’t notice the man. You were expecting him to be waiting just behind the door, resting against the wall as he usually did back when you two were dating. The sight that meets your eye shocks you a little when you find him leaning against a 2007 Audi A4, the silver exterior of the car contrasting with the darkness of his clothes, hands folded on his chest as he watches you with an overly-confident smirk.

“Took you long enough,” he teases as you finally cut through the distance.

“Didn’t know you were so eager to see me,” you bite back, eyes scanning the vehicle. “Did you finally get a car with that new profession of yours? Or is that another one of your friend’s again?” you point towards the car, making the boy chuckle.

“Mine,” he says, “my ‘good-for-nothing career’ is taking off, as you may have noticed,” he hums, referencing all the arguments you two used to have about his dreams and ambitions, making you wince a little at the comment. You never believed in him ever making it big– you just didn’t think his dreams were ever really realistic– but judging by the way it’s been going for him, you must admit you may have been wrong with your snarky arguments before.

“Well, it’s not much, then,” you mutter instead, pretending to judge the state of his old, used-looking car.

“Gets the job done,” he shrugs as he peels himself off the door, opening the passenger side and sparing you a short glance. “Hop in?”

Sunwoo doesn’t wait for you to sit down so he can close the door after you– instead, he walks around the front of the car to the driver’s side, getting in himself– much to the gentleman he’s always been. Making sure you slam the door shut with as much force as you can, just to anger the man and his new toy, you fasten your seatbelt and watch as Sunwoo winces, but doesn’t mention it when he turns the engine on with a turn of the key and drives off the parking lot.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, watching as the male snickers to himself. The calmness of his composure makes you oh so annoyed, making you despise every second spent together with him in the small space breathing in his cologne and listening to the songs playing through the speakers, reminding you of the playlist he’d always put on when he was given the privilege of the aux cord.

“What? Are you scared I’m gonna kill you?” Sunwoo jokes.

“Seeming that you’re batshit crazy, one can’t know what to expect from you nowadays,” you grunt, making him cheese with amusement.

“I thought I was just ‘a loser Soundcloud rapper that can’t do anything in life’,” he repeats to you a sentence you uttered out upon your breakup, the emotions getting the worst out of you after the way he’s been treating you. “Would a loser like me kill you? I don’t think so.”

“Very funny, Sunwoo,” you ironically bite back, rolling your eyes at his composure. The fact that he seemingly has the upper hand on you in the conversation makes you falter a little bit. “I just wanted to talk about the songs you’ve been putting out.”

“You wanted to tell me how much you like them? Thank you, I’m flattered–”

“No, you idiot. I wanted to talk to you about how uncomfortable they’re making me feel!” you yell out, making the male wince.

There’s a momentarily silence in the car as the male drives, the streetlamps disappearing out of sight as he drives away from the city, into more sparse areas. His voice is a little more serious when he speaks up now, the lack of teasing in his tone making shivers run down your spine. “I don’t think it’s that serious, really.”

“Really?” you chuckle. “Because I don’t find it fun when people stop me on the street and ask all about our relationship, Sunwoo. Because I don’t know if you noticed, but you never asked for my permission when you used those.”

The sound of your own voice resonates through your brain, the first voice message he ever used in one of his songs (the one that made him finally more popular, funnily enough) making you sigh out in the darkness of the car. ‘Just.. I dunno, I said sorry, I apologized, I don’t know what more you want me to do.. like, what’s going on? Literally nothing, so like.. can’t we just… move on from this and… fucking let it go?’

“One would think you’d stop sending me these after the first one,” Sunwoo utters out, voice low and almost a little amused, which makes you tip over the edge.

“And I would think you wouldn’t use audio of me being vulnerable with you in a fucking song that everyone would hear, Sunwoo!”

“Oh, did you mean that part where you called me a hypocrite for hanging out with my friends from high school without telling you? Or the part where you cursed me out after you broke up with me because I dared to text you again–”

“I was trying to pierce things back together!” you yell, making the male quiet down, resulting in taking a right turn towards a dead-end, the road approaching a forest. Not a single soul is to be found around here except the two of you, and when he turns the engine off, but stays staring ahead of him towards the trees, you continue with everything you’ve been holding inside of you– instead this time, your voice is more quiet, not having to scream over the sounds of the car anymore.

“I was apologizing. I was trying to make us work, Sunwoo. And just because you didn’t see it or didn’t have it in you to pay attention to me that night, it doesn’t give you the right to exploit me for your gain and make a fool out of me in front of everyone,” you say, watching as the male chews on the inside of his cheek.

“You are the one that broke up with me,” he says into the silence, “not the other way around.”

A moment of silence hangs over you two like a heavy jacket. You were well aware of the fact– you broke up with Sunwoo after the night he went out with all of his female friends from high school, not telling you a thing about it before you found out through an Instagram story of one of them. You knew he was being petty, you knew he was doing it just to get back at you– because you never passed out on a chance to make him feel jealous, getting back at him for all the controlling comments he would make whenever you went out to clubs with your girlfriends– but it still drove you up against the wall and made you break.

Maybe you and Sunwoo weren’t made for each other. There’s no denying that you loved each other– you just didn’t really know how to handle your relationship. You never really learned how to handle problems. How to resolve issues. Both of you were too immature for the other, and it would never work– you only came to this conclusion after many tear-filled evenings, but coming to peace with it is still yet to come.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant to this conversation,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief.

The male scoffs, turning his head towards you, meeting your eye. “Did you even listen to the songs?”

“Of course I did, how else would I know–”

“Then you must have noticed that I’m not making fun of you, or putting you on blast, or belittling you, or whatever you and your friends have said about me for the past month,” he counts on his fingers as he recites the words with an annoyed tone, big eyes bearing into yours.

“You exposed me being vulnerable.”

“I’m vulnerable in these too!” he urges out, eyebrows furrowing at you in exasperation.

“That’s your fucking choice! Don’t drag me into it!”

While you must admit that none of the lyrics Sunwoo’s ever written about you were lies, or making fun of you or throwing harsh words in your direction, you still feel as if a chunk of you has been thrown out in the open, for anyone to pick apart and poke around. You always told Sunwoo you liked his way with words, and there is no denying that his lyrics, although they were painfully honest, were quite beautiful. If you weren’t the one the songs were about, maybe you’d even like them. Maybe you could give them a listen without feeling like you want to crawl out of your skin. Maybe you could add them to your playlist without feeling ashamed that you’re still thinking about the male, picking apart your relationship like every outsider has been doing since the songs went viral, but instead, finding places where you could’ve done things differently and kept him by your side.

It was hard to listen to his words and see the reflections of your past flashing in front of your eyes like a movie. While you admit that he did the timeline of your relationship justice, you do despise the fact that his words are getting to you so much.

You don’t like hearing about the things you’ve done wrong. You don’t like listening to him apologize– although he would never do so directly. You don’t like to hear him say that he misses you, because it makes it hard for you to keep your fair distance from him.

“I don’t know what I was thinking… Can you drive me home, Sunwoo? We’re clearly not on the same page about this,” you say, averting your gaze from him towards the window.

“No.”

“Sunwoo, can you please drive me–”

“Not until we talk about this, no,” he says firmly, watching you foam over with fury.

“What else is there to talk about?”

“Us!”

“There’s no us anymore, Sunwoo! And I think it’s the time you come to terms with that and stop abusing our failed relationship for your stupid songs,” you bark, throwing daggers into his skull with your fierce eyes.

“So you get to go and post angry tweets and badmouth me in front of your friends, but when I cope in a perfectly respectful manner, it’s wrong?” he argues, scoffing and shaking his head at you.

“God, you’re unbelievable. You’re comparing two vastly different things–”

“Do you not like the songs because you feel exposed, or do you not like them because I’m saying exactly what you don’t want to hear?” he asks, eyes bearing into yours with such heaviness you feel like you could cut the tension with a knife.

“Like what? That you think I regret breaking up with you?” you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Why else would you pick a fight with me every time I call? Why pick it up at all?”

“Why do you call, then?” you challenge him, chewing on the bottom of your lip. The male leans closer to you, sparks dancing in his eyes when his voice resonates through the car like a low thunder, making the tips of your fingertips buzz and your heart beat faster.

“You know exactly why I call.”

“To make me angry and get me to scream at you?”

“If that means I get to talk to you,” he shrugs, a subtle grin overtaking his features, a churn of your stomach warning you of the dangerous area you just entered.

Eyes never breaking contact with his, relishing in the way his hungry gaze picks you apart, you attempt to conceal your true feelings with an annoyed comment. “This isn’t going anywhere,” you muse, “god, I never wanna see your face again.”

He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, teasing you. “That’s what you said last time,” he says, “so what are you doing in my car then, babydoll?”

The pet name makes your stomach drop, the lightness in your head coming back to you as you furrow your brows at the male, trying hard to come up with a smart remark. Your brain turns into liquid and there’s buzzing in your ears as you try to focus on staying calm and true to your best judgment, but the moment Sunwoo’s head leans even closer to your face, his words render you both speechless and thoughtless as he mutters a sentence that’s barely louder than a whisper, yet powerful enough to pull you in.

“Stop fighting me for once, will you?”

Your lips are pushed against his with force, the kiss mirroring the essence of being starved of each other for the past month. His plush lips move against yours with the skill that only a man you’ve spent tens and hundreds of nights kissing would acquire, his hand placed on your jaw to steady you, adjusting the pace of his kisses just the way you always liked it.

A force that’s greater than yourself brings you out of your seat and into the driver’s lap, giving the male better access to your throat as you settle comfortably under your newly acquired human chair. His strong thighs flex under you when you thread your fingers through his hair, bringing him back up to connect your lips together before he breathlessly pulls away, gazing at you with a boyish grin on his face.

“Why did we even break up again?” he jokes.

You reply to him with the same lightness of your tone, shrugging. “Because you were a jealous, possessive prick and I had a short temper that always egged you on?” you say, watching as the male pretends to ponder on the information, humming to himself.

“I think I can put that past me.”

“Can you?” you joke, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb, a sly smirk playing with your lips as you lean over him and press a firm, yet short peck to his swollen lips. “Or will you make another mediocre song about it?”

“Don’t call them mediocre,” he squints at you, eyes tracing your face when your hands slip further down his face to cradle his jaw, thumbs padding his lips.

“I easily outdid you on your own song, Kim Sunwoo.”

“That’s why I add you in, actually.”

“Really?” you snicker, tone full of fake disbelief. His hands hold your sides when you lean over the man and latch yourself to his neck, dragging out kisses up and down his warm skin. “Will you make a song for each of our arguments, then?”

Teeth scraping the skin of his throat, you find the male humming under you in pleasure and satisfaction. He has you right where he wanted you– and although this is not how you imagined the night to go, you don’t find yourself disappointed with the turn of events. The previous annoyance is still there, but now is shielded by the need in you, the longing for him you can’t really battle whenever he is around.

Settling deeper against his body, you feel the male slip one hand into your hair, tugging at the roots of your hair gently to bring your face back to his, averting your attention away from the love bites you’ve been placing on his skin.

“Unless you give me another topic to write about,” he suggests, his hungry lips swallowing your reply.

You and Sunwoo were never really good for each other. Too messy, too turbulent, but too consumed with the other to ever truly let go. Seeing him tonight surely wasn’t the best of your ideas– but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t silently hope the evening would turn out this way.

You and Sunwoo were never the ones to make good decisions when it came to the other one anyway. What’s one another badly calculated step in your relationship gonna do?

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canaidliafail · 1 year

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stay grounded pt.2

streamer Abby anderson x streamer reader 🌿

[part 1] [part 3]

TW: weed & poor usage of the english language. MDI

quick note: HUUUUGE thank you to all the comments and reblogs and asks 🥹🤲🏻 I never thought I would get to experience such overwhelming support regarding my silly lil fics so Im very grateful and hope you enjoy the upcoming parts just as much

24 full hours passed until the moment you were almost ready to open her message. You didn’t know what to say or what she was going to ask. You liked the message there because what if the conversation just didn’t go well? What if she was reaching out to complain about your fans ? or what if…well just

what if

You checked the time and then your phone.Depending on where she lived you either were about to respond way too early or way too late and that mattered to you a lot because you needed to have excuses made accordingly for he lack of responding

“she is at the gym” or “she’s probably asleep”

“heyyyy :)” you typed the response and stared at it for a hard minute. Was it childish? no it was fine, it seemed friendly

you erased it and typed a “hi :)”

no now I seem passive aggressive

you erased it again and typed a “heyy” and pressed send before you could overthink that as well. Your eyes were glued on the screen and you almost forgot to blink. After a few minutes you exited the convo and pretended you were busy re-organizing the furniture in your living room and sweeping the surface of the coffee table. Your phone pinged and you lunged yourself on the couch grabbing it and looking at who texted you

It was June who sent you a link to a tiktok.

june: check this out!!!

kys

you typed annoyed and she sent a crying face with a series of messages complaining about how much of a bully you were. You opened your ps4 and decided to continue playing valhalla

your fingers started to twitch and you kept clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth stressed. You needed a distraction so in the spur of the moment you posted a story announcing you would be doing a casual stream playing valhalla in 30 minutes and went to roll a blunt while preparing everything.

you checked your phone one last time to see that your message was still left unopened and you feared it would stay that way.

“fuck snap out of it” you whispered rubbing your temples and taking one last slow drag. You carefully put the blunt on your moon shaped ashtray and left it on the living room along with your phone which was on mute.

You did your makeup and checked yourself ok the monitor a couple of times making sure everything looked right from every angle and looked at the mirror at the side of your computer checking your posture and how the clothes you chose sat on you.

You went for the disheveled look with a baggy T and sweat’s structured in a way that looked messy. You would never admit that this carefree “breezy” look took you a good few hours to perfect

you finally turned on your stream and waited for the majority of people to tune in “Hey everyone!”

you greeted them and started reading through the comments while discreetly checking yourself in the viewfinder so that your jaw stayed sharp and your hair in tact

“Hi nice to have you back Grim!” you tried to engage in longer conversations with names you saw pop up frequently in your streams and 20 minutes in you sat back and went to open your game

“alright I don’t have much time today but I thought we could hang out while I go do some tasks in valhalla. I wanna clear out some regions”

you went back and forth from your game screen to your chat occasionally replying but mostly reacting to the game

“Oh that Eivor figure ? Yes so as much as I want it I just can’t justify a purchase like that yet…But hey its on my wishlist so I owe a date to anyone who gets it for me” you said with a soft chuckle and then paused the game to throw out a disclaimer

“seriously though don’t- I, I mean sure do that if you want to but I know kost of you are college students so please don’t throw your money on me in such a way ok?” you said and checked the chat with a soft smile. A big chunk of your crowd was very sweet saying that they wanted to get you something from your wishlist and you entertained them while also reminding them to be responsible with their money

truthfully you made enough from this job and while your wishlist was open you didn’t have the necessity to ask people for gifts unless they started the conversation first

The stream was nice and slow without much happening till out of nowhere you started hearing more and more often the “subscribed to your channel” notification and started getting confused

“My god, welcome but where are all of you coming from?” you asked genuinely confused and saw the chat interacting with another favored figure. Favored by you and by your overlapping audience

staygrounded69: So this is the game you recommended. Looks interesting

Your ears were burning and your hands started to shake. You pretending to be reading, not trusting yourself to speak without stuttering. Abby, Abigail fucking Anderson was watching your stream

“Oh look whos here! Id tell you all to greet Abs but I'm sure most of you somehow found me through her today” you awkwardly said and went back to the game. Someone shamelessly sent a superchat with a voice note

“Abby should dress up as Eivor. She has the muscles” and your eyes widened at the image of that.

“That's a nice idea but she should play the game and see if she even likes it in the first place guys”

staygrounded69: Im intrigued by it for sure!

you could almost here her, hell you could almost picture the way she would say that and it did nothing to calm your nerves so in a rush you tried to end the stream feigning sleep taking over you and saying a bold lie that you had early classes tomorrow.

Once you logged out you turned off your pc and sat on your chair for a good few minutes breathing in and out thinking back to what had just happened

this was impossible. How? Why? no back to how. Actually why is better

why did she watch my stream?

You jumped off your chair and ran to the living room remembering the message. Sure enough there was a notification from the woman herself. Multiple actually

staygrounded69: the game you suggested seems interesting enough. Wanna gimme a summary of it yourself?

and then

staygrounded69: sorry was that overwhelming? Shit my fans go wild sometimes

You tapped to see her stories and her last was a photo of her living room, her dog Alice on the floor laying and her screen showing your stream. You took a good look at the image and your eyes stayed fixed on the corner of the pic where you could see her cropped frame showing only her spread legs in those mouth watering gray sweatpants

you went back to the messages

No its fine! caught me off guard is all but thanks for the shoutout <33

you answered and cringed at how formal and distant your response seemed

And of course I hope you actually enjoyed my stream

you waited and waited and a few minutes later you saw the sent turn into seen and the three dots appeared of her typing and deleting her message

staygrounded69: I did. Weird I never came across you before but you are very entertaining. Got a good look at what valhalla is about as well

no please don’t judge it by my stream today! its so much more than the shitty little quests I did today

you rushed to send the message, your passion overclouding your judgment and throwing your plans on the mysterious flirting out of the fucking window

You wanted to double text and divert the conversation to something else so that it would keep going but didn’t know how and felt that perhaps, that would’ve been a little more ambitious of you. After all she did only text you about the game in the first place

While you weren’t surprised about it but was a bit crestfallen, the conversation ended there with Abby leaving you on seen

•••

the next two days you obsessively waited for her to post a photo, which she didn’t and waited for a story which there was none and eventually with your friends help you shoved your phone in your bag and tried to get over it

It helped that you had a fat stack of assignments to work through for the week so you buried your head in fabrics and threads and tried to finish the project that was given.

a suit, which meant one inch sewn too far and the thing would be loose and crooked. You used once again yourself as a model for the costume since dragging your friends away from their work and studies didn’t sit well with you. Besides, anyone would be bored of having to sit and wait for you to stitch ,measure, sew, tell them to get up, make them put it on and then do all of that fifty times over till you got the piece right.

Cassie did insist she would love doing that for you given that she had the time but you still refused.

You would love to eventually have an actual model for your end of year fashion show but until then You'd just have to do.

By Friday everything was fixed and wrapped ready to be presented. You were waiting in line as all of you presented your work to the professor and she took her time studying each student's work. You had already tried the suit on and had taken photos to have proof that the measurements were correct both on you and on the doll that you used so you weren't too worried about it.

You had posted the photos on your profile unsure of how they would go since you felt like no one would care enough about things unrelated to the games you play.

“You did a good job. This Fabric though, Why did you choose it?”

your throat was dry and your nerves on edge

“I wanted the extra effect and felt velvet would look good on some parts”

“I see. Try to add extra effect when you learn how to do the basics first, alright?”

You wanted to cry but just gave a curt nod, put the suit back in the bag and went to the back of the class waiting for the short examination to end. This week had a banging start and a Godawful end and you couldn’t wait to go home and sleep it off. You checked the time. one more class and then you were free

In between lectures you decided to head to the cafeteria to see if there was anything left to snack on besides protein bars that tasted like dust or chips which, of course there wasn’t. Kitchen was open only in the early hours which left all of you who had afternoon-night classes to starve and figure it out on your own. With a sigh you went to the guy and asked for a coffee

“I want-“

“Iced latte, sugar and hazelnut syrup. Don’t worry I remember the type of cake you get in your espresso”

you chuckled and leaned against the counter scrolling leisurely through your feed not bothering to check the likes or comments yet

“long week?”

“yeah and I had project presentation too”

“oh shit. What major are you in again?”

“Fashion design and construction. I like it not complaining just-“

You were checking everyone's stories eventually landing on Ellies and had to double check making sure you weren’t mistaken or too sleep deprived to see well. She has shared your post of you wearing your velvet crimson suit. A deep V cut suit and she boldly left a little note at the corner

A good day to be a lesbian

“just?” The barista asked passing you, your coffee which you barely heard, too confused on how she even found you. Making the immediate and only reasonable connection you checked Abby's feed. She had shared your photo a few hours before ellie did and she left a little comment of her own. Way more specific and catered to you making your stomach do a backflip

This woman ♡

Your knees were weak and you started to feel nauseous. You took a seat at the counter looking up at the barista

“mind if I take a seat?”

“sure, did something happen? You don’t look so good”

“I'm fine- thanks…Just light headed”

“alright take your time”

he went back to his work, his frame disappearing behind the door of the -staff only- room leaving you alone.

Thankfully the cafeteria had few people left. two girls at the far east corner on their computers and a guy on the other end of the counter listening to music on his phone and taking notes.

You sent the screenshots to your groupchat. after 10 minutes of being left on “delivered” You spammed them with different meaningless messages to get their attention. Cassie was the first to cave in

cassie: Should we call you international casanova now or…?

CASSIE!!

June: They are both in seattle so I guess she's moving locally

Cassie: Seattle is 1,000€ away from our country so not really

Guys can you help?! Im panicking

Do I text Abby? should I respond

June: YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY?! YES OF COURSE SHE IS SENDING YOU HINTS

Cassie: Damn you really said “I will miss every chance God throws at me”

Rick: sent a link to a facebook post

Cassie: ???

You laughed, feeling a little better trying to ignore the obvious set for failure that any of this flirting was considering that indeed, Abby lived too far

You shook your head and went to respond to her story. If you just thanked her, this wouldn’t go anywhere. If you whined about your teacher this would show uncomfortable familiarity

Took me a week but was worth the effort♡

you responded and her immediate reply came few seconds later

staygrounded69:You made this?! Man you’re talented

No no it's just…measuring and shit.Anyone who’s handy with crafting could learn that

staygrounded69:You could say I'm good with my hands yeah…

You choked on your coffee and started coughing, your arm over your mouth to drown the noise. You had the most stupid smile on your face. You grabbed your bag and decided that you would skip the last class to go back home. No, you needed to enjoy this the way you enjoyed reading a good romance book and the only way to do that was in the comfort of your apartment.

once you reached the bus stop you opened your phone again and went to your chat

Man she was shameless and you leaving her on read for 20 minutes did nothing to make her falter. You could definitely get behind this attitude. It was expected that someone so timid and shy would probably have a nastier side and you really wanted to find out to what extent that went

And here I was hoping to teach you

staygrounded69:That’s one way to spend our date. Learning how to sew sounds interesting

Date? You sure are bold

staygrounded69:Am I? its you who owes me one. Don’t go back on your word now

You looked at the message puzzled, your smile dropping due to the genuine confusion. Did she mistake you for someone else ? Was this message directed to another girl? your bus came and the doors slid open with the rest of the college students walking in. You looked up at their moving frames and finally had a spark of an idea.

it was stupid and a reach but you did make that stupid offer on your stream regarding the ¼ scale Eivor statue.

You checked your wishlist and scrolled all the way down before finally switching to the “purchased” section.

It was there

you went back to your chat

insane. You are insane

staygrounded69; Dont worry about it. Its not the different from getting you coffee

jesus how much do these sponsors pay you?!

you asked and chuckled awkwardly to yourself. Needless to say. You had very well missed your bus too focused on the conversation and the unexpected direction it took. In the back of your mind you had a bad hunch. This didn’t feel like Abby. But you didn’t know Abby so you decided to push it back for once and let yourself enjoy whatever was going on

Staygrounded69: Sponsors are good and all but the real deal comes from my onlyfans

Your brows shot up and your eyes went from your phone to the side of the pavement. You kicked a stone and let it tumble.

She had onlyfans. Abby anderson had onlyfans and you had no idea. Oh this was dangerous information. You were sure your bank was about to cancel your cards by telepathically reading your mind any minute now.

My bad, I had no idea.

staygrounded69: Yeah set it up not too long ago which fuck, I left you on read cause things were all over the place with work. Sorry for that

Your heart felt warm and you were glad to redirect the heat in your pants to somewhere more productive. Preferably that would’ve been your brain but that didn’t work even when Abby wasn’t involved.

its cool, I get it

staygrounded69: Now about that date

I'd love to but I happen to live a few

countries away from yours

staygrounded69: Then how about you make some time for me and we can play a game together sometime this week?

you bit your lip. You could not believe this. You would go on call with her. The most beautiful woman to ever grace this planet wanted to go on a call with you and play a game. Ha! and people say romance is dead

deal 💕

you said and content you locked your phone and took a seat at the bus stop waiting for your ride. You felt a little more appreciative of how your week ended after all

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coming next: cotton exploring Abbys OF page so next episode will finally have some spice <3

thank you for reading

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x female reader #tlou2

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screaminglygay · 10 months

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third time is a charm, right? (part four)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

summary: getting to know wanda and natasha must be wonderful, right?

warnings: swearing, bad flirting once again, hints of sexual themes

word count: 2.4k

an: hi! hello! im back, hopefully my wifi will work forever from now on. thank youuuu for all of your support, i love you guys so much!!! so sweet! 💞 💕 💞

(italica = your thoughts)

In the last three days you checked your phone like nine billion times, still nothing. Being frustrated is a weak word to use in this situation. You were furious, screen time on your phone went up by 89% as it almost hit the number of 13 hours per day. You could make a bet that you´ve seen every Instagram post, every latest information on twitter, in the second it was posted.

I am going to die, I swear. Did I just get ghosted again? Again?

You let out a big sigh, looking around your room makes you go back to reality as you notice the mess. Not just in your head, but also everywhere around your camp spot, for the past days. Seeing this doesn’t make you very happy, but you're really not in the mood to clean up this bomb situation.

Your phone buzzes.

Every thought bothered by the junk in your living room is now out of your mind at the same speed as it came in. Jumping for your phone wasn’t the smartest idea as you stab yourself with something, you grab it.

What the fuck? A fork?

The fork is being thrown away, landing somewhere between your box from take-out and dirty sleeping shirt.

Your phone buzzes again.

Finally, you took it and looked at your messages. Your eyes quickly scan who texted you. It´s Natasha.

Oh my god! It´s her! Yes! Celebrations!

You smiled to yourself as you did something like a cheerful winning dance. Knowing you´re alone, you went fully in with that dance moves. Clicking on the message so you can get some satisfaction makes your heart skips a beat.

Natasha🔥

<12:49>

Hey sweetheart! We´re at town, would be okay if we came to yours for a bit?

<12:50>

To talk of course 😉

Your cheeks immediately turn to a shade of pink. The heat makes you take off your hoodie, but it does not help at all, you stand up and start to walk around the messy room, dodging everything that lies on the floor. Looking back at the phone, your fingers quickly type your agreement.

They did not ghost me, nice.

Your phone buzzes one more time.

Natasha🔥

<12:55>

20 minutes and we will be there! xx

You look around and a sigh of relief escapes your mouth. Typing quick “okay” as a reply must be enough, your brain can't type more than that as you're already smiling. Only happy thoughts in your head, the two gorgeous women are actually sent from heaven. Sitting back on the couch did not last long, you got back up as you noticed that the mess was still everywhere, and you had 20 minutes to clean it.

Shit.

You cursed yourself for being gay mess, literally. Being the clumsy you, it took you seven slip ups on your own clothes and three times spilling the same coffee cup to understand that you have zero chance of cleaning this in time.

Okay, come (Y/N), you’ve got this.

You look at the floor where the spilled coffee is slowly rolling to you.

Maybe I don’t.

The more you look around the more you feel trapped, the chaos on the ground surrounds you. You don´t even know where most of the things came from. Papers and books are scattered across the coffee table, empty snack wrappers the floor, and a pile of laundry has found its way onto the couch as well as on the ground, chair and somehow even on the kitchen counter. Taking off your rings sounds like a good first step.

Sigh.

Determined, you grab an old towel and luckily you find a bucket, so you fill it with soapy water, ready to clean it all. As you kneel, you can't help but wince at the sticky sensation as your hands encounter the wet mess. You start scrubbing aggressively, hoping to remove every trace of the many accidents. But the coffee spill is just the beginning. Your eyes dart around the room, searching for the next task. You spot the papers first, and you quickly gather them up, trying to sort them into some order.

Burger king coupon? Where did i even get this?

You aim it from a distance, thinking you won't need to take the extra five steps to actually put it in the trashcan. Unexpectedly, your aim is much better than you thought it was possible. You grin with pride, quickly forgetting that you have work to do.

Okay, what´s next? Oh.

Rushing to the couch, you scoop up the pile of laundry, quickly folding and stacking them in a corner. It's not perfect, but it will have to do for now. Time ticks away, urging you to keep moving. The once cluttered floor now starts to regain its sense of space, giving you a glimmer of hope that you might finish in time.

But the clock continues to tick faster and faster, and there's still work to be done. You dart around the room, dusting off surfaces, straightening cushions, and rearranging misplaced items. Your hands move swiftly, almost instinctively, as you strive to restore order to your living room.

It doesn't look that bad. It looks like my old apartment... kinda-ish.

It's not perfect, but it's significantly improved. The spilled coffee has faded, the papers are neatly stacked, and the floor is no longer a minefield of wrappers and clothes. You take a moment to catch your breath, wiping sweat from your forehead.

Quickly running to the bathroom, you take the first perfume and spray it in the living room. Breathing faster than you should you start coughing at the way too sweet perfume hitting your nose.

With only moments to spare, you make a final sprint to the front door, checking your appearance in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself for your angel's arrival, hoping that they will see it as a normal apartment, despite the recent chaos that had occupied you and your living room.

Ding ding.

Oh my god, they are here! Okay, it´s happening. Everybody stay calm. Everybody stay calm down! Haha, office reference.

You giggle at your own thoughts as you peak at yourself one more time in the mirror, winking at yourself.

That was cringe.

You shake your head a little bit, trying to gain confidence you once definitely had somewhere. Quickly opening the door was one way ticket to gay panic once again. Your heart skips a beat as you take in their presence. Natasha, with her confident stance and piercing gaze, smiles as you open the door.

Beside her stands Wanda, radiating an otherworldly aura. Her expressive eyes hold a mixture of sweetness and authority at the same time.

Speechless for a moment, you find yourself in the presence of two ladies who probably have the superpower of looking heavenly in any circumstances. The gravity of their presence fills the room, and you can't help but feel hotter than from the world record cleaning you did just a minutes ago.

“Hello, pretty girl.” red head said.

“Hi! Hello, welcome!” You move to the side so they both can enter your apartment.

Welcome? What am I? A bellboy or something?

Closing the door, you let out a big sigh, trying to get your brain cells together to work as a team.

They both walk in, looking around the place you're living in. Trying to take small details about you, Wanda immediately looks at the pictures you have on the wall. Bunch of meaningfull and meaningless pictures together.

“Aww you look very cute here, is this your dog?” Wanda asks with a wide smile as she turns to look at you for a second and then she looks back on the pictures.

“Uh no, that was... Uh my friend´s dog.” You stutter a little bit, that caused Natasha to look at you straight away.

“Friend´s?” She comes closer to you. “I don’t like lying, sweetheart, do you love?” She tilts her head, and her beautiful eyes look at her girlfriend.

“Nope.” Wanda smirks already knowing what´s about to come, but still pays more attention to the pictures.

Natasha's eyes meet yours, her gaze steady and observant. Swallowing hard was another indicator for the older woman that you're not telling the whole truth.

“Technically it´s not a lie.” Your eyes squint a little bit.

Hearing Wanda let out a very adorable chuckle didn’t help you at all. But you don’t dare to look at her, you're still fixated on Natasha, who is watching you like a mother who is waiting for your explanation after being at a parent - teacher meeting.

“But practically we were uh more than friends...” you squint your eyes even more, biting the inside of your cheek as a replacement of fidgeting with your rings as you took them off while you were cleaning.

“You were?” She was playing with you, it was obvious, you knew it right away. Simply nodding wasn’t the answer here, but you suddenly lost your voice. It was like she caught it and with her big, muscular fist and didn’t plan on letting go any time soon.

You clear your throat, hoping it would give you few milliseconds to think of an answer.

“That´s why the picture is ripped. He was uh also there, but I cut him off. I love his dog thought.” You try to laugh it off, but Natasha maintains the same face expression. “I call it my straight era.” another joke that actually worked this time.

All of you laughed at that statement.

Bingo. Mrs. Joker is back in the game. Oh gosh. Cringe, extra cringe. Calm down. Please and thank you.

“We all had that era.” Natasha added, while Wanda came back and nodded.

“I get it though, that dog is very cute.” she chuckled.

You smile at Wanda but hearing Natasha´s comment made you turn back to her.

“Oh, you did? Tell me more!” You smirked looking at Natasha, hoping she will tell you something about her “straight era”. “Pretty please!”

“Aw you have such a nice manners, darling. Okay, alright.” Natasha giggles. Wanda was already sitting down as she almost broke your arm dragging you with her as well. She pulled you towards her, so you were sitting on her lap.

“Oh... um I-” you blushed already feeling the warm feeling in your stomach.

“We need to train this a little, baby, you're just sitting in my lap now, can you imagine other things? You would explode.” Wanda winked at you, wrapping her hand around you, squeezing you a little tighter. As Natasha finally sits next to you on the couch, watching your interaction with Wanda.

After two hours of talking from your first boyfriends to your favorite episode of Scooby-Doo, you figure out both of them are not so different from you. Maybe Natasha owning a big motorcycle company and Wanda owning architectural corporation makes them richer than you, but besides that. You three are pretty similar. You have lots of things in common, reading, watching movies and shows, cooking, going on walks, cuddling.

Wanda and you were having the longest conversation about why Emily Dickinson is the best poet, while Natasha only knew she was very fruity and wrote a poetry, but she was admiring how you and her girlfriend were understanding each other so effortlessly without speaking like a normal human being. When the new topic finally came in, Natasha took the lead and asked you a bunch of questions about your favorite music. When she showed her playlist, you had to let out a big laugh.

“Taylor Swift, really?” you look at her, while you shift at Wandas lap to get a better look at her playlist.

“What? I don’t look like a Swiftie?” She acted like she was hurt by your words.

“Uh, no?” you laugh even more. “You look like a Nirvana kind of guy, Blink 182, Pink Floyd, but not a Swiftie, no.” you admit.

“When we started seeing each other I told her I like Taylor Swift, since then she is listening to her non-stop.” Wanda explained.

“See? That makes sense. Wanda...” you nod towards her “the ray of sunshine is a Swiftie and it make so much sense.”

“So just because I wear black that means I can't listen to Taylor?” She fights playfully back.

“I didn’t say you can't, I just meant that you... a motorcycle company owner who wears leather even as a pj´s won't just play Shake It Off in her shop.” you try to make your point.

“True. Because I think Shake It Off is a song that gets too much credit, just because it´s a simple pop. But something like Eyes open or Better Than Revenge would be great to play in there.” she smiles “Also I don’t think people would mind if I played anything like Lover, because sometimes you much rather hear a song that speaks to you, other than something that just sounds okay and has a lots of drums in it.” she finishes you off.

You don’t say anything at all, you just nod.

“It was your game and you still lost, baby.” Wanda teases you a bit.

“Okay, fine. Fair points, you won.” Even though you don’t want to, you admit it.

“Like I always do.” She moves closer and kisses your cheek.

You tense in Wanda´s arms.

“Relax, detka. We got you.” Wanda whispers in your ear, slowly moving her hands to your stomach as Natasha comes closer to you.

“Yeah, (Y/N). Relax, baby.” Natasha finally connects your lips together as she makes your mind empty. The gentle pressure of her lips against yours sparks a surge of warmth. Her touch evokes a tingly sensation that makes your heart skip a beat. The warmth and softness of her touch imprint upon your senses, etching a memory that you know will linger long after the kiss is over. But for now, her lips are in the perfect place, on yours. If this wasn’t enough, you feel other lips on your neck. As Wanda´s lips trail along your neck, a shiver dances down your spine, electrifying every inch of your being. The gentle press and release of the younger woman kisses unleash pleasure and vulnerability at the same time, leaving a mark, both physical and emotional on your neck.

Your brain is now overtaken by these two goddesses, leaving it empty as the first time you saw them.

That empty you don’t even realize that they didn’t need you to text them your address to find out where you live.

an2: let me know your thoughts on this and what should happen next! If i didn´t tag you, let me know as well and i´ll add you!!

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#wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #third time is a charm right?#adele writes #wlw

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sh1-n0bu · 4 months

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Gepard (HSR, romantic.)

the letter is sent in a soft blue envelope with cute accessories. It smells like cotton candy even. Inside is a letter with a familiar slightly messy handwriting, along with hearts decorating the sides.

Dearest gepard, how are you my love? I hope you are doing just fine back in belobog and is not overworking yourself without me reminding you to take it easy. Say hi to serval and lynx for me too would you? And of course, i say hello to you too my dear. I wonder if you miss me, and i wonder if you think of me.. Because i do to you. I miss you dearly and i think of you often. You have no idea how my heart jumped when i heard that we'll be going back to belobog for the festival there. I missed you lots.

I hope we can meet again and spend some quality time soon, my love. I'll be sure to bring you lots of delicacies from my travels with the express. Until then, please be patient and wait for my arrival. don't overwork yourself and take care of yourself for me- that was your promise to me. So keep it and think of me, would you?

Love, your dearest.

𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙪’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚!

for: gepard from honkai star rail

it came as a surprise when gepard first received a mail delivery service. a mail? for him? how odd. usually, the young captain either receives messages, urgent calls or a few report papers regarding the matters of fragmentum monsters. however, seeing the way how the envelope was decorated and the faint scent of cotton candy on it, gepard immediately knew who it was from.

so, hiding the envelope in the breast pocket of his uniform delicately — he would be damned if he gets his lover’s handmade, love-filled envelope dirty or get the edges crumpled — the young captain waves off the teasing remarks and soft whistles thrown his way by his co-workers and subordinates. he was whipped and it showed.

once the day’s shift was finished and it was time to go home, gepard was ecstatic. he could barely stay in place any longer at the office and instead hurries back home to gently pry open the envelope and read its contents. finishing the letter his astral expresser lover had written for him, the young captain picks up a clean paper and a pen, writing back his own reply.

“to, my most beloved

i’m doing alright, my dear. the duties of the silvermane guards captain never ends and you know that very well. but lately, thanks to you and your crew’s help in helping us get rid of the main source of the problem, the future of belobog looks bright. however, that doesn’t mean the fragmentum monsters will suddenly magically disappear just like that. they still continue to exist and threaten the snow plains and it’s the duty of the silvermane guards to guard and defend the borders of belobog.

speaking of festivals, the solwarm festival will take place soon. i’m not sure of the contents or how this long forgotten festival will play out, but i’m hoping to have a day or two off so i can personally show you around and enjoy the festivities alongside you. i don’t know how the solwarm festival is held or what happens there since the people had stopped celebrating it due to the eternal freeze. but knowing supreme guardian, i have faith in her and her planning of the festival.

and you really don’t have to bring souvenirs or anything from the other places you went to, my dear. because to me, the greatest gift i could ever receive is you, coming back to me safe and sound.

love, your dearest.”

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moodymisty · 8 months

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Hello🌻I hope you are doing well✨ Do you write in Warhammer? I saw this in the list of fandoms, but if not, I apologize a thousand😅 So, Sanguinius/reader-eternal. A moment of rest. Suppose there was some kind of difficult battle, and returning to his chambers after a victorious battle, Sanguinius feels tired and empty, he is dirty from blood and dirt, his hair is tangled, his wings have also lost their whiteness. And so he enters his chambers and smells a pleasant, but unfamiliar smell. The reader, anticipating in what state he would return, prepared a bath and took out her personal bathroom things (gels, shampoos, salts, candles, perfumes - with such smells that no one in the Imperium had seen since the Dark Era) and even more valuable to her (let it be a gift from parents or something) some kind of music player. Well, the reader comforts Angel, turns on music from his youth (maybe Beethoven, Wagner, Tchaikovsky or whatever you like best)), bathes him, takes care of his hair, nails and all that. How you can make his wings comfortable, I can’t imagine🤔 but in general, the reader was able to wash them somehow) Tells stories of plants, fruits, and animals that no primarch could ever see. About your favorite music, some kind of warm memory. Well, something like that😅 sorry if this is too long. In general, you can change the conditions to suit your comfort❤

Author's Note: So I was actually thinking of something somewhat similar to write in my own time because I'm a lonely primarch/astartes fucker for Guilliman (or pre-heresy Lorgar but that's just my 'I can fix him' mental illness talking) So when you sent this in I just about ascended. Emperor save my heretical ass for making this way too fluffy for Warhammer.

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: It's 40k lol so references to war and all sorts of violence but other than that, just fluff. Also the slightest hint at the BA astartes being a bit platonic yandere for their Primarch's beloved because it's my headcanon. Enjoy petting the pigeon primarch y'all

For someone as primped and perfect as Sanguinius- A beautiful angel with not a hair out of place or word said without the most careful of consideration, his personal quarters are an absolute mess.

Feathers of all sizes lay scattered across the floor and the giant bed that adorns the massive room, its blankets strewn about and slept in multiple times without being made up in-between. In all of it’s disheveled look, it looks comfortable to say the least.

It's not as if you actually mind the mess, it's not bad enough to even really call it one, but it's simply amusing to think of someone as borderline ethereal as Sanguinius sleeping in a messy, wrinkled bed adorned with his own down.

The Blood Angel guards posted in the hall had allowed you to pass into his quarters without fuss, one of many privileges that you're still getting used to. They nodded towards you and spoke with that Astartes specific rigid but technically polite prose; Seeped in a level of respect you don't feel entirely deserving of.

Sanguinius' angelic sons are, intense. Any other word you think of is too negative in it's definition, or doesn't accurately describe this feeling of heavy downward pressure on your body you get whenever you are close to them. They have a protective quality that has only seemed to intensify the closer you've gotten to their genefather, as you can feel eyes on your back until the door closes behind you and the guards only then return to their vigilant watch of the palace halls.

Sometimes, you swear they're following you.

A pondering for another time perhaps, as you look around the messy quarters holding your things in your hands.

Sanguinius is due to return to Terra at any moment now, and after so long with only vox messages and handwritten letters, you've decided to attempt to surprise him. You probably won't be able to do so, but you can at least prepare him something that will hopefully brighten up his spirits. You can tell from his slip ups in tone that some things have been grating on him like waves on a cliffside.

You'll do anything to make sure that the Angel, your Angel, never looses that glow that seems to follow him; And perhaps steal some of those rare snippets of time to have him just to yourself. Even if only for a moment.

In the separate room that serves as his private bath you begin to run hot water, billows of steam quickly rising to the ceiling and covering the metal adornments around the room with dew. It pours out the open door, as you sit your bag on the edge and pull out various different things. Some sourced from other planets, one from your father who all but fainted upon your asking of it for a Primarch, all being hard to obtain; Little bundles of rare luxury. You fully intend to make use of them all. They smell like flowers and sea salt, far better than the scent of the iron and filth-covered armor aboard the Red Tear.

Though your ears prick to the sound of heavy footsteps before you can fully finish setting up, and you lean up and away from the massive bath and leave the room only just as Sanguinius himself enters. In saying any moment, you seem to have been perfectly accurate.

The first thing you notice of him, besides your joy of seeing him, is he has primary feathers that are bent and sticking out away from the natural pattern of his wings, a few even cracked and torn. He's already gone though the necessary process to remove his armor, and now he's clad in the usual and more comfortable garb he would wear when originally on Baal.

While Sanguinius himself is unharmed, not a single wound and the blood dried on himself not his own, he still is disheveled and messy; Hair tangled from being blown in the wind and getting caught in the raised collar of his armor. You can see mud staining the tips of his wings where it splattered upward, unable to fully protect them from whatever muck he came in contact with.

"I know,"

He sees the look on your face, and his gentle stoicism parts ever so slightly as his lips part. His eyes show the glint of irritation through his long lashes as he looks slightly downward and to the side with a furrowed brow.

"I look a mess. there is no need to point it out. Believe me when I tell you someone else has already done so." He normally wouldn't be fond of something laughing at his current condition, but he supposes he can find the entertainment in it. It's an easier thing to swallow when it's his little beloved doing so. The sound of your quiet, breathily laugh is soothing more than aggravating, and he enjoys the look of sweet mirth plastered on your face. While it may be somewhat at his expense, he doesn't mind all too much considering.

"Well, then you might like the surprise I made up for you even more." His lips crook upward in the most gentle of smirks; Though he was more than likely instantly cued into your gift by the feeling of steam wafting from the other room into this one.

"If not just to get all the dirt from your wings."

At the mere mention of it you watch his wings stretch, shaking slightly as he attempts to right feathers stuck out of alignment. He reaches for the front of his robes as he walks towards the bath.

"I hope you didn't prepare all of this only for me to enjoy it alone. I'd find myself dreadfully bored without any company." You shake your head, following the angel into the bath while he quickly begins to slip into the hot water. You move in not long after, the water almost too hot on your skin, but the feeling of the steam on your face is pleasant.

He attempts to stretch his wings; Though not many rooms can handle his wings fully unfurled. The main room of his quarters when his bed resides can, but in here he finds the tips of his primary flight feathers brushing against the wall. When you attempt to move closer, he furls his wings back up to avoid you bumping them. It lets you reach close enough to his hair, where you wet it with the hot water and watch his eyes gently close. You watch as his hair slowly becomes clean even after so long, golden sheen returning as the soot washes away.

"I have been so besieged by the smell of crude oils and sweat as of late, I swear I'd forgotten what flowers smelled like..."

He smiles when the sound of your quiet, breathy laugh hits his ears, though you still continue treating him. He might have normally apposed to such obnoxious pampering, but you seem to enjoy it, and he’ll partake in a moment of selfishness.

“Let me enjoy this moment without your mockery, will you?” Your fingers weave into his golden hair, just a bit wavy even with the water weighing it down.

"Terribly sorry, Lord Primarch." How he hates that stuffy title; His nose wrinkles. When you notice his doing so, you laugh again.

"It's the title my father used when I told him I needed some of these things." His eyes open to watch you for a moment.

"They're made of flowers from my home planet; When I said they were for The Angel Sanguinius, I swear he choked on his own spit then and there. Thought I had finally killed him."

He listens to you mumble about their origin for a short while, if for nothing more than to fill the silence. The water is no longer running, so other than the occasional splash of water the room is near silent.

You feel the brush of his feathers against your bare skin as they adjust, the water turning color as the grime slips from them and they return to their pristine white color. After all this time he finally feels clean, such a luxury he's been unable to indulge in for quite some time. Perhaps he’s odd in that regard, hating it far more than some of his fellow Primarchs.

He feels you ever so gently brush along a feather to align it with the others, fingers gentle like touching the thinnest glass. His eyes are still closed while you do so. Your gentleness of it isn’t lost on him, as he feels lips against the corner of his mouth.

A rare moment of peace; He'll indulge in it while he has the chance.

#we romance primarchs here sir #primarch x reader #wh40kcrack #warhammer 40k x reader #sanguinius x reader #mywriting #reader insert

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badgirl411 · 1 year

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The Enemy PART 6: (Aemond Targaryen x Reader FANFIC) 18+ WARNING

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

Summary: (Y/N) puts her plan of revenge into action after the death of her brother. Will she succeed in drawing her former lover back into the fold or will she fail putting her life in danger even more?

Warnings: forced captivity, mentions of death, grief, revenge, sharp objects, strong language, deception, scenes of a sexual nature, allusions to sex, incestuous relationship between uncle x niece, MINORS DNI

Authors Note: Happy New Year friends, I hope everyone is well. This week has been pretty hectic been applying for several TV Production jobs, flat hunting and viewing, buying things for the new house, job hunting, writing, working and I found out today I got accepted into a course learning about the AD Department. I do hope everyone is enjoying the story thus far, whilst writing this I was listening to a song called LOVE SUX by Marisa Maino which has heavily influenced parts of this chapter so for the full experience feel free to listen whilst you read. In the meantime hope you all have a great week! If you wish to be added to my taglist to stay updated on the latest chapter then feel free to drop me a message!

Previously:

“AEMOND, AEMOND YOU FUCKING COWARD COME AND FACE ME. I WILL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!”

That was a promise you were intending to keep, he would die for this. If its the last thing you ever do then you will go to your grave knowing your sweet little brother was avenged even if it meant breaking your own heart in the process.

And so you got to work with your plan to lure Aemond back in, your performance would begin now.

You could not sleep that night the grief of losing your little brother too much, the feeling was all consuming. Though you loved Aemond with every morsel of your being he simply could not be forgiven for such a slight. He must pay in blood for his crime if not with his own then another, the tang of disgust soured your mouth.

The night sky outside hung low almost as dark as the thoughts that thrashed around in your mind, your cheeks stained with the salty residue of your tears no matter how hard you tried the thought of Arrax and Luc against that beast Vhagar would not leave you. Shaking violently you heaved a dry sob, unable to catch your breath.

The sheets were a messy nest as you sat among them hands resting in your lap, composing yourself into some form of calm you evened out your breath as you got to work figuring out a way to lure your former lover back in. It wouldn’t be hard knowing how hard he had fought to come up with his plan to hold you captive however his restraint in not visiting you had you doubting if this would be as easy as you thought it would be. Fuck it you were willing to die trying, now wouldn’t that be the ultimate irony Aemond.

By the time the sun had adorned the sky and the birds filled the morning air with their song you had steeled, your determination the only thing keeping your standing at the present moment.

Rising from the sheets you stretched your tired limbs, repeating the phrase “For Luc and Arrax” to yourself. Feet treading across the cold floor you made your way towards the door calling out for the Kingsguard guarding your chambers.

“Sir, would you send for my chamber maid I wish to bathe and dress.” Voice steady and sweet. The very sound of innocence, little did he know.

“My lady you are up early this morn, is everything ok? I have sent for your chamber maid she shall be with you shortly.” His tone laced with curiosity at your early rise and sudden lack of resistance.

“Of course sir, I just wish to feel some sense of normalcy given my current predicament.” Your response was met with an audible Ah.

Moments later there was a knock at your door your maid entering with a steaming bowl of water and some new garments and a small bag.

“My Lady, I brought some small bits of makeup for you. Some kohl and powder etc it’s not much but I thought you would appreciate it.” She approached you with a small smile setting down the bowl and bag.

You brought her into a hug thanking her for her kindness before going about bathing and dressing. Left to your own devices you chose a dark green dress with black lace sleeves the bodice corseted to accentuate your waist and bust. After dressing you sat in front of the mirror and brushed your hair gathering it behind your shoulders, opening the bag you examined its contents. A kohl liner, pot of pink stain and powder and brush for application but something else caught your eye. At the bottom of the bag there was something small and thin and wrapped in something white around its centre, reaching into the bag you reveal the object. A small delicate dagger disguised as a hair pin with a note attached to it.

It read:

I’m with you until the end my Lady.

Long Live the Queen.

~ Your Maid Torra

A single tear fell from your eye rolling down your cheek, brushing it away you went to work painting on the mask of makeup you would wear throughout the day. Taking the kohl you lined your waterline smoking out the tint with your little finger, picking up the pot of powder you puffed your cheeks and nose before reaching for the pot of pink stain warming up the smallest amount of the heel of your hand. Dabbing the smallest amount of the small of your cheeks and the ridge of your nose you lowered your gaze admiring your work, something was missing. Taking the pigment you applied a touch to you lips deciding now that your look was perfect, the dagger that had been gifted to you held you hair in place behind your head two strands perfectly framing your face.

You had to admit if Aemond wasn’t tempted by the pout of your lips, your dangerous stare or the swell of your breasts then he was a fool.

Crumpling the note you toss it into the fireplace hiding it among the piles of log. If your plan was going to work you had to get out of this god forsaken room. You would plead your case with the Kingsguard, hoping he would pass a message to the Queen herself.

“Sir would you be able to pass a message on to the Queen for me since I cannot do so myself.” You put on your sweetest voice, hoping to convince him.

After some minor pleading you had finally managed to make your case and you slid a handwritten note under the door, around an hour or so later the sound of the lock on your door unlocking clanged and the Princess Helaena stood with another member of the guard.

“(Y/N) my dear friend it has been too long…” She embraced you, leaving you at arms length to get a look at you. “ Would you join me for a stroll through the castle. I do believe my brother has kept you away from us for long enough.” Gladly accepting her invitation you both began your journey around the castle, chatting idly and laughing about times long past.

“Where is my love anyway sister?” You enquired curious to her answer knowing exactly where he was and had been.

“He is not long since back from business in the Stormlands, he went for a ride on Vhagar. He should be lingering around here somewhere.” Her voice remained steady, as quietly innocent as ever. If there was one innocent in this family it was her.

Continuing on your travels round the castle you were flooded with memories of your childhood spent in the castle with your mother and brothers. How you missed them. You wished your mother was here to hold you.

Passing the great hall, you could hear quiet shouts coming from several parties in its residence. Coming into view the door of the hall were open enough that you could see the Queen Alicent, Ser Christen and Aemond stood gesturing loudly between one another. Your conversation and footsteps with Helaena alerted them to your presence before you were summoned into the hall by Ser Cristen. Helaena entered first you followed in behind her, hiding behind her silhouette.

“Helaena darling I thought it was you…” Alicent stopped mid sentence as you emerged from behind her, head held high and face remaining soft and still. Alicent’s face dropped her gaze darting to Aemond whose gaze was firmly fixed on you, his expression a cocktail of rage, regret and arousal.

Striding towards you at speed he gripped your arm looking to Helaena before asking why you were out of your chamber and wandering the castle. His gaze faltered when he saw the pout of your lips and the swell of your breasts beneath your dress.

“Brother she cannot be kept locked away forever…” she began her explanation before you interrupted.

Sliding a hand up his toned chest you rest your palm over his heart, fixing your gaze on his lips drawing yourself in closer to his frame. Your gaze remains steady, eyelashes fluttering slowly reeling him in until he is hanging on your every breath.

“‘ Tis not her who is to blame but me, I wished to stretch my legs. In truth I had hoped to see you. Why have you stayed away?” You made your eyes brim with tears, doing your utmost to sell this performance.

He huffs a breath from his nose, chin settling on the small of your head he is drawing you closer his grip intense as if he fears if he loosens any you might slip away from his grasp. He remains silent as you pull away disappointed at his sudden stoicness and lack of conversation.

“Never mind I will head back to my chambers, Thank you Helaena for the time it was lovely.” You turn on your heel before another word can be spoken, making your way back to your room hoping and praying Aemond would at some point in the evening follow suit and be alone with you.

The day drew to a close as the sun left the sky and the darkness returned, the fire roared in the corner of the room its flame crawling higher and higher resembling the doubt and rage burning inside you at the lack of your lovers presence. Pacing your room the sheet draped over your shoulders grazed the floor and tickled the back of your ankles, striking a match you lit the candles that adorned your room hoping to find some semblance of peace in the warm light of the flames.

As you turned blowing out the match, he stood silent his breath heaving.

“What game are you playing here darling because whatever it is you better fucking cut it out.” His voice was eerily monotone yet commanding as he made his way towards you.

“I am playing no game here Aemond. Your insinuation that I would lower myself to that standard is an insult.” You feigned hurt, holding your palms close to your chest beneath the sheet.

“You were the one who wanted me here Aemond, the one who held me captive, the one who left me. You chose your part in this, you really think I wanted any of this. Wanted to be apart from the only person I have ever loved. I know we can never go back to the way things used to be, I have just learned to live with the illness of loving you and the knowledge that no matter how hard I might try to fight it and no matter how much it hurts me I was still give up almost anything to be in your arms just one last time.” You did not mean for the tears to begin flowing but here you stood in front of him baring your soul, if this doesn’t bring him to you then you were done for.

He hushed you as you sobbed into his nightshirt clinging to his body hating how much you loved the feeling. Brushing away the tears from your eyes his lips crashed on to yours, it was intense and loving all at the same time. His teeth brushed your lower lip begging for entrance into you mouth, his tongue swept over your own drawing you in as a low moan was drawn from you. This seemed to spark something within him as a low growl erupted from deep within his chest and his mouth found its way to you breasts.

“Aemond” you gasped loudly hands exploring his body before settling beneath his trousers. Your palm resting against his stiffening cock.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, “You drive me wild woman”

“Then take me my love, claim me as yours. I need to feel you.” You confessed breathlessly as he lifted you from the ground making his way to your bed.

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Hey :)

If ur still accepting requests, could you something where Thena is on her period and is in a lot of pain (Cramps suck Fr) and Gil comforts her??? You can choose the AU <3

Btw ur entire account literally gives me life lmao 🫶🏼

Thena woke slowly, having drifted off on the couch after using the last of her pain meds. She had sent a message to Kingo to bring her more, though.

There were sounds coming from the kitchen. Panic flooded through her as she looked up and over the back of the couch.

"It's okay," he smiled at her, having sensed her alarm, "it's just me."

Gilgamesh.

Thena relaxed her knee-jerk reaction to reach for a knife. Although she was on high alert in other ways, seeing him at her stove. "What are you doing here?"

Gil turned down the burner on whatever he was cooking and came over to the couch, leaning on the back of it. "How're you feeling?"

"Answer me," she grumbled at him, curling around herself and drawing up the blanket she had thrown over her legs.

"I ran into Kingo while he was out getting some things," Gil answered gently, brushing some hair away from her cheek for her (why she let him was beyond her). "I offered to come and check on you."

Thena made a mental note to fire Kingo before she killed him.

"I've got some cheesy tteokbokki on for you," he smiled at her, leaving the back of the couch only to retrieve a tray from the kitchen and bring it over for her. "Start with this."

Thena frowned as he set the tray on her coffee table, on top of the laptop she had abandoned since cramps had robbed her of the ability to work from home.

He had arranged a glass of gingerale, a fresh dose of midol, a few crackers and cheese and even a few pieces of white chocolate (her favourite). There was even a tiny little vase with a budding lily in it.

Thena looked from the tray to the eager and hopeful face of the Tyrant King. She was still curled up around herself, and not just because of the cramps in her abdomen. "Why?"

His smile fell, and she hated to admit that it made her feel so bad she was willing to do anything to undo it. He corrected his expression, though, letting his smile become smaller but softer. "I'm your boyfriend, Ice. So I'm here to do boyfriend things, like comfort you when you're having a rough period."

She was a grown woman. She had no reason to be embarrassed about a perfectly natural function of her body. But she had never intended on letting him witness it firsthand.

She hadn't showered yet, she was sure she was pale as a ghost with messy hair and cold sweat on her skin. And that was to say nothing of the fact that instead of her usual silk nightdress she was in fuzzy sweatpants and an old hoodie.

Thena picked her head up off the throw pillow and gave him a withering glare, "my boyfriend, are you?"

"Well, let's go with that for now," he chuckled, putting his hand on her shoulder to steady him as he leaned over to kiss her cheek before returning to the kitchen.

She eyed the fresh ink of his ring tattoo as he moved.

"Your cup is still in its pot here, too--I just moved it."

Right, she had been boiling her menstrual cup while she had texted Kingo for supplies. This was exactly what she meant about Gil not having to be here doing all this for her. They were...something--she had thought to maybe call them an ongoing affair. But apparently he was her boyfriend.

That didn't mean she wanted him handling the pot that had a silicone cup she put in her-

Thena groaned, leaning her head back against her throw pillow again.

"Take your drugs, Princess. I'll bring lunch over in a sec."

She pursed her lips as she eyed the lovingly arranged platter he had brought her. She could hear him humming to himself in the kitchen behind her. It was so...domestic. She turned herself as best she could, keeping her blanket over her lap as she leaned just enough to reach the midol and the gingerale (and a piece of chocolate).

"Here we go," Gil narrated as he came over with a sizzling claypot in its holder. He walked over briskly with it, setting it down next to the other platter and sitting beside her. He turned to her with a grin, "want me to feed it to you?"

"Absolutely not."

"Aw, come on, Sweetness," he laughed as he stirred around the steaming hot rice cakes in their red sauce. "It'll be like the old days in the poison ward."

Was that what constituted 'the good old days' for them?

"I can feed myself," she huffed, although when he leaned out of her way, she realised just how far away the nice hot bowl really was.

"Here," he smiled, picking up the utensils and using the chopsticks to pile a few into a larger spoon as kind of an in-between serving vessel. He handed both over to her, "take your time."

Thena sighed, taking a few and blowing on them before eating them. She knew very well he made the best tteokbokki. He was quite a sufficient home cook, but something about how he made the sauce for the rice cakes--how he got them to the absolute perfect consistency for her every time. It never failed.

Gil rubbed her back as she slurped back a few more. "You could have told me, y'know."

Thena sighed between bites. She didn't have to answer him. If she didn't, he probably wouldn't pester her with it, given her current mood. She handed the spoon back so he could pick up a few more for her. "It's...personal."

He gave her a look. "Baby, I gave you a sponge bath while you were in the hospital. You think I can't handle your period?"

She glared at him; he didn't have to bring that up. "Not the point."

He let it go, handing back another few tteokbokki with stretchy, oozy cheese on them.

"Just," she said just before taking a bite, using the time chewing to collect her thoughts. She sighed through her nose, her shoulders sinking. She gulped. "Just...let me be a mess on my own."

"A mess?" he asked in a tone that was so disbelieving it was a little snarky. But surely he knew better than to be snarky with her when she was in a foul mood; she glared at him again. But he laughed, "you think you can hide how beautiful you are?"

Thena stared down at the tteokbokki she was holding. She was piled under comfy clothes and blankets and a fuzzy warmer stuffed inside the pocket of her hoodie. Her back hurt, she hadn't even washed her face that morning, let alone brushed her hair or checked what she smelled like.

Gil blinked as she handed back the utensils without having finished her last bite. "Sweetness?"

"Stop it," she grumbled, pressing her face into her hands, including the tears that were threatening more and more seriously to spill over. "Stop...being sweet."

Gil smiled as the problem was stated. He set the food aside, moving closer so he could pulled her into his lap. She growled at him a little but he nestled her head under his chin, "I don't think that's something a good boyfriend does."

Thena pressed her face into his shirt. He smelled like his office, even in his casual clothes. He smelled like gojuchang and gojugaru and aromatics.

Gil let her bury her face in his chest, her hand sliding up to join it, sitting over his heart, like it always did. "I'm right here, Thena. I'm not going anywhere."

She inhaled the mix of scents on him, letting it relax her like lavender in a bath. "Lunch."

"I'll save it for you, heat it up later," he promised, whispering as he ran his fingers through her hair. "I'll run you a hot bath, we can have a nice relaxing dinner. What do you think, Ice?"

"Hm," she mumbled, already on the verge of falling asleep again. The night had been fitful at best, and something about how warm he was always made her want to nod off. "Tell Kingo he's fired."

Gil laughed, although it wasn't the belly deep laugh he sometimes had. He was careful not to jostle her in his arms. "I think you should tell him that yourself."

She whined faintly, burying her face in his chest completely again, "later."

"Later," Gil agreed, kissing the top of her head as he supported her back with his arm and rubbed her shoulder. "Take your time."

#Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU #so I googled it...and you can have a period after you get your tubes tied #which I don't know why it surprised me #but anyway #cramps DO suck fr #and I am always taking requests my love so don't be shy!!!#you're so sweet #and yeah Thena is the flawless and untouchable Ice Queen #but let's face it we can't be polished all the time #she just didn't want him to know that #and she's self-conscious about it #but Gil takes one look at her #dry hair and pale and grumpy and thinks #she has never been more beautiful #he thinks she's so cute all bundled up and growly #he lets her nap #runs her a bath and everything #he offers to carry her and lower her into it but she's like no absolutely not nope #but he does ask if she wants him to set out fresh jammies for her #and she very quietly opens the door just a bit and holds out her hand #“shirt”#Gil tears it off his back and hands it over #god he loves this woman

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koiiiiijiii · 1 month

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Heey. I'm not the anon who sent that Wooin x reader request with strict parents, but I think I understand their line of thinking.

People with strict parents may end up becoming dependent teenagers/adults. Because depending on the level, the parents can be controlling, not letting their child make their own choices and thus affecting their development as they grow up.

Furthermore, depending on the person financial situation they may end up becoming dependent on their parents to maintain an income, especially in places/countries where job opportunities are scarce/complicated to obtain.

It can also happen that the person has a very strong emotional attachment to their parents, making them feel indebted to them, that is, even if they are already adults, they submit themselves to what their parents say/order because of this feeling of debt.

I hope I helped to clarify a little. Have a good day/afternoon/night. (And sorry for my messy english, it's not my first language)

helllo!! so i really would like to answer to this post with voice message to fully convey all the emotions, and i tried to film the video but i end up with thought it would look like a yapping…

so straight to the point. yes, i totally agree with everything you wrote, i feel like myself is low key trapped at financial point - bc i used to grow up with strict parents (my father) as well - but thankfully not fully…

simple reason why i didn’t answered on previous anon ask is that it wasn’t specified🥹 like strict parents is understandable, but at what point, like how far it may go? they strict that they don’t let you hang out with someone, or make you study hardly, or they just don’t like the fact you having a boy(friend?). i may be overthinker and stuff, but i genuinely just running out of ideas for wooin and joker bc a lot of people asking for them (which is understandable)

ahh also!! i didn’t understand that line bc as i said my father was and still is strict, but in my case it turned into a protest. like you don’t like that i would change something in me? boom, lip filler, 2 huge tattoos, bleached hair, piercings and discolored eyebrows… you like to control over my life and where and at what time i hang out? boom i moved thousands kilometers away… stuff like this, like the strictness of my parents gave rise to a protest in my case, and i just don't understand how parents control can prevent meetings with a person you love (yes i ran away from home to meet the one few times) … i hope i explained it quite well hahaha

plus wooin in his 23-25 i think, and it may be just me and culture where i grow up, but i think at this age people already can separate from parents, at least for one of mentioned by you points. but again!! it may be just me!!🥹🥹

and don’t worry, your eng is perfect!! its also not my first language so we are good☝🏻🤓

so i guess we need to set new rule here to add at least some details for your request, so it would be easier for me to catch up on your mood, it would help me to write more and you would be satisfied with fics and that they accurate enough!!

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#requests #anon ask #content nobody asked for #yapping #professional yapper

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beautifulpersonpeach · 10 months

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Can you please speak your thoughts on the Fifty Fifty situation? I remember you saying they were putting out good music and now this huge chaotic lawsuit is going down seemingly out of nowhere.

Ask 2: BPP have you heard about what’s going on with Fifty Fifty? I honestly thought their company was really competent with how they had been promoting them, but I guess there was a lot going on behind the scenes. I feel really bad for the girls and I hope everything works out, but the situation seems so messy. It also made me really think about how much I appreciate BigHit, because I can only imagine how wrong things could have gone for BTS if they had been with some of these other companies instead.

Ask 3: What is up with kpop companies this year its like a shitshow one after another… wasnt the Pmega X group abuse this year, then theres SM doing fuckall to keep their legacy acts and now with fiftyfity… like is it usually this messy? Cuz i feel like before you had only 1 company being messy , each year. But now they decided to do it kne after another even simultaneously lmao cant decide if this year is a success for kpop with the multiple hits -im guessing nj will dominate again with their comeback- or the lowest of lows for the idols themselves

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Hi @jiminsthighsfr and Anons,

The short answer: yes, this is fairly normal for k-pop. A lot of companies are shady and mistreat/underpay their artists. A lot of people are unscrupulous. All the stereotypes about the k-pop industry didn't come out of thin air. It's more likely for a company to not pay their idols fairly than the other way around. In fact, this is what JTBC was banking on when they came out with the false lawsuit story for BTS in December 2019. By that point, nearly every major and minor agency had idols who had filed lawsuits alleging abuse and extreme coercion, except BigHit with BTS. So I can see why the executives at JTBC thought this was a situation of 'just write the story and the truth will come' - basically, assume that BTS was mistreated and underpaid like many idols and publish on that basis hoping that having the story out there will give the members courage to simply confirm what was 'fact', while banking on the fandom to believe the story right away (which was typical). But we both know that's not how things worked out, ARMYs were the last people to believe it and were asking for receipts because the fandom knew that despite the extremely rigorous lifestyles the boys had endured like most idols, by 2019 it was extremely clear BangPD valued each and every single one of them.

And for people asking for my view on the tangentially related discourse of JK getting his song 'Seven' sent to radio, my view is that I don't think this has changed. I think BangPD still fully values each and every member of BTS, and I don't think any member is being mistreated, abused, or grossly mismanaged. But BangPD is not their father, and his motivation to produce profit is more agnostic/cynical than a lot of ARMYs want to admit. But at the same time, you either trust BTS to handle their business as capable adults, or you don't. It's really that simple for me. More than anybody else, they know their own situation, and are certainly capable of handling themselves.

Anyway,

Like I said when I first mentioned Fifty Fifty, the group has been cashed up from the jump, with CEOs well established in the industry, despite deliberate messaging/omissions about the unusual financing / structure behind Fifty Fifty re: the formation and management of the group. Also, it's normal for players in the industry to try poaching a successful act (BangPD was approached shortly after BTS debuted to sell BTS, he refused), so it was only a matter of time before Fifty Fifty was approached, and Attakt's unusual structure was bound to cause friction. From an accounting POV, it's smart because it minimizes each company's tax outlay/payments, but from an M&A POV to secure IP, The Givers/Attrakt partnership has very obvious weaknesses, which Siahn and Fifty Fifty are capitalizing on. I have no idea how their case will turn out, but I doubt it will end Fifty Fifty. They still have potential so I hope it's channeled well regardless of the outcome of this mess.

#bts #50 50 #bangtan #hybe #bighit #kpop #kpop industry #fandom behaviour #bts army #Jimin #jeon jungkook #park jimin #Jungkook #jikook

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silevvar · 2 years

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hello! if your requests are open could i please request venti and chongyun (weird combo but i love them) with a male s/o who goes out skateboarding a lot when he’s stressed about things?

thanks in advance if you choose to write this and have a nice day!

OFCCCC I LOVE VENTI AND CHONGYUN!! HOPE THIS COMES OUT THE WAY YOU EXPECTED ANON<3 ugggghhh disclaimer I do not skateboard</3 I'm so sorry if this is inaccurate. *cough I think it is*

“I'm this close to getting Life360” -Venti probably

—set in modern, highschool! au with male reader!! (it's messy i know! I'll fix it someday...)

Venti;

-You and Venti have been neighbors all throughout your lives. He can read you as well as his music sheets. And he definitely knew how you coped with things such as stress.

-Venti enjoyed skateboarding with you. Is he actually good at it? That's a whole other question. (He isn't but he'd instead fall off a thousand more times than admit it.)

-Hell, this man would trip and fall so many times you were actually worried but he still remained as optimistic as ever!!

-If you didn't tell him you were going out, he'd be worried. Usually, near exam days or rough times, you'd often go without warning. And Venti would either look for you in your usual spots or just keep his window wide open for any hopes of seeing you return.

It was getting late, the sun was half-set, but Venti couldn't stop the anxious taps of his fingers on the sweet brown wood of his study table. Papers and wrappers were scattered everywhere but the poor boy was just staring out his window and peeking at your house across the street.

Often days, you would bring him with you to the park. Him racing you with his bike instead of an actual skateboard because he likes it better. And it makes you two stand on equal grounds. You would stay there for hours together, mindlessly chatting and laughing around as Venti tried learning how to skateboard yet again, but ultimately falling once he got too excited.

He guessed that this wasn't one of those days then. Until his ears picked up the sounds of your wheels on the road below him. He practically flew closer to the window and called out to you.

"HEY WINDBLUMEE!! YOU GOOD!?!" He gestured wildly as he yelled, smiling as you showed him a thumbs up in return. You pointed towards your bedroom window. A wordless invitation for him to sneak in again tonight and you laughed when he nodded enthusiastically.

Chongyun;

-Chongyun did not understand why you kept going out skating after school, it did take a bit of an explanation but he got it eventually!! You two were in the same class and that's how you met, even before dating he's known of your hobby and he encouraged you despite still being friends at that time.

-He loves you... he really does... but no way is he sitting with you in the sweltering sun all day watching you skate. Sure if it was windy or cold out, sure. He'd stay with you as long as you're out. But he really can't keep up with the heat and just seeing you generally in his close proximity makes him flushed already.

-Somedays he'd relent, you'd drag him over for a bit as he worked on some school works he needed and just stayed until his limit was reaching its peak. And that was fine with you.

-But other days, you would just take off without a word and he'd get worried as well. Unlike Venti, Chongyun would actually annoy Xingqiu about it, much to the other's amusement. Chongyun would come and visit, see you aren't there and just send you a text to see if he should wait for your return or not.

Chongyun knocked at your front door, noting the absence of light in your room. Your family opened the door and told him and as usual, he went and sat in your living room and took his phone out.

"Are you alright? When are you coming back?" A simple message he sent. Quickly clicking the group chat with Xingqiu and Xiangling, he typed as he waited for your response,

In "gay ft. Gordon Ramsey <3"

<- Xingqiu he isn't here. </3 -> Oh fr? MY BAD should've expected it tbf it's exam season and yk how he is when he's stresseddd -> Also, love the heartbroken emo, you're getting better!! <- I'm not emo. -> Mb it's supposed to be a shortened version of emoticon. -> Maybe wait for him in the meantime? <- Yeah, I asked him where he was. <- djdkdkdk wait he's texted me -> OHHH WHAT DID HE SAY? -> WAIT SHSHDF THERE'S A CUSTOMER -> GIVE ME LIKE TEN MINUTES. -> TAKE YOUR TIME XIANGLING ILL CATCH YOU UP LATER

Chongyun had a fond smile on his face as he opened your message. "I'm near actually, are you at mine?" He barely had time to respond when he heard you pull up at the front door. Softly panting and smiling at him. "Come on!! I'm glad I caught you before you left,"

code to chongyun's chat part in the gc; (<-) chongyun, (->) xingqiu. (->) xiangling

#GOD I HATE THIS BUT IT WAS CUTE I GUESS #im a sucker for modern aus #genshin x reader #venti x reader #genshin impact venti #chongyun x y/n #venti x you #genshin modern au #chongyun fluff #xingqiu #xiangling #ugh the liyue trio making a cameo #HOPE YOU ENJOY #i need sleep #chongyun x reader #venti x male reader #genshin x male reader

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animelovelover123 · 4 months

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TodoDeku - Just For a While, Let Me Take Care of You

Synopsis: Izuku loves his job as a pro-hero, helping and taking care of people and being their hope. But with it comes a lot of pressure, much of it from himself. He has been struggling lately and he just needs some time to relax. Even just for a couple of hours, he wants to be taken care of, and he and his fiancé have a pre-established way to do just that. Tags: Daddy kink, age regression, pampering, comfort, established relationship, characters aged up,

“How could you let this happen Deku!?”

“I’m sorry.”

“14 shops, ruined. If you had dealt with that villain faster, then these people wouldn’t be coming to us for compensation.”

“I understand.”

“Tsk, just finish up your paperwork and go home early today.”

“All right, thank you.”

The moment Izuku made it back to his desk, his forehead hit the surface. Or, to be more specific, the messy stack of papers and notebooks that covered it. He curled his arms around his head to block out the other heroes and office members working around him as he tried to calm down.

It was his fault. If he had just been fast, worked a little harder, moved the civilians to safety a bit more efficiently, then those buildings wouldn’t have been damaged. Those businesses could be people's whole livelihoods and he let them get destroyed. He had become a pro hero over a year ago, he should be better than this. He should-

The ding of his phone signalling an incoming text snapped him out of his sinking thoughts. He turned his head without lifting it and watched the device for a moment, a small part of him suggesting he ignore it just to stave off any more incoming negativity. But the chances of it being an emergency or a loved one in need of something won out over his trepidation and he lifted his phone so it was on its side, and he could read the screen.

The first thing to appear was the time, 5:36 pm, and then the notification. It was a text from his fiancé, Todoroki.

Izuku sat up straight and quickly unlocked his phone. It had been a few hours since he had sent his last text, so he re-read the last couple of messages to remind himself what they had been talking about.

You forgot your lunch again.

10:14 am

Did I!? I’m so sorry, I’ve been so forgetful lately.

10:15 am

It’s all right, you don’t need to apologize.

10:17 am

Would you like me to bring it to your work? I have the day off.

10:18 am

That’s all right, I’ll just visit the convenience store.

10:18 am

Again? Haven’t you been worried about not eating right?

10:19 am

You’re right, but I wouldn’t want to make you travel to my work on your day off. You’ve been working hard as a top hero and deserve some rest.

10:22 am

I could say the same to you.

10:23 am

I’ve been worried about you Midoriya. You have been taking extra shifts, not eating right or sometimes at all, and I know you have been sneaking out at night to train. You need to rest.

10:34 am

I won’t pressure you to change if this is what you feel you need to do. But if there is anything I can do to help you relax, please let me know.

11:09 am

Could we maybe do that thing? You know…

2:47 pm

If it isn’t too much trouble.

2:47 pm

Of course. I’ll be ready for you when you get home.

5:36 pm

Thank you.

Sending

Izuku tugged off his gloves to dig through his bag for his keys to his and Todoroki’s shared apartment. When his fingertips hit the metal, it felt as cold as the icicles hanging from the edge of the roof above, making him yelp. Even though the noise he made was small, Izuku could hear the scraping of a chair from inside the apartment and the approaching steps. He rushed to try and open the door, wanting to beat his partner to it so as not to bother him, but with how dark the night was he fumbled inserting the key too many times and lost the race. The door swings open to reveal Todoroki with his usual expression which may seem emotionless, but Izuku knew him well enough to tell the subtle differences. Todoroki was happy, which was always nice to come home to.

“Midoriya, welcome back.”

“I’m home.” Izuku said out of habit as he continued to fumble with the keys he was now pointing toward his fiancé rather than the door. “Sorry about that, I almost had it.” He gave a little chuckle, hiding the nugget of regret he held for Todoroki going out of his way to open the door.

“It’s all right. Here, come in.” Todoroki stepped out of the doorway and motioned Izuku in. "Dinner will be ready soon.” He was purposely speaking in his usual cadence, knowing that it would not begin until they were out of the public eye.

Izuku mumbled a quiet “thank you” as he slipped inside. He was so distracted but removing and storing his gloves, hat, and jacket, that he barely registered the sound of Todoroki closing and locking the door beside him. In fact, his mind was so focused on the task that he was a bit startled when his bending to remove his boots was interrupted by Todoroki’s left hand gently cupping his face. He was made to look up into his fiancé’s eyes, which had softened along with his smile.

“Welcome home baby boy, I missed you.” Todoroki said, his tone lowering a bit and his voice gentle with affection. He waited a moment, not proceeding until Izuku recognized that they had started and to see if he would respond in kind.

“I… missed you too Daddy.” Izuku accepted quietly, his cold cheeks starting to warm up as he blushed. He was always like this no matter how often they did this, a bit bashful and unsure at first. This did not deter Todoroki though. If anything, it made him put forth more effort so that Izuku could realize and enjoy this special time together.

“You’re so cold, baby boy.” Todoroki noted as he used his quirk to heat the hand on Izuku’s face. “Would you like a bath?” He slid his hand from one side of Izuku’s face to the other, warming the other side with the back of his fingers.

“No thank you.” Izuku said after a brief pause for thought. “I just want…” He hesitated, feeling a bit shy and selfish for wanting to request something that was actually simple. Todoroki understood right away.

“Of course I can hold you.” His tone was soft and reassuring to hopefully impart how Izuku’s desires were nothing to hesitate for. “I’ll take care of you.”

Just hearing those words was enough to make Izuku’s heart flutter and his shoulders feel lighter. All day, every day, he had to take care of everyone. Not that he hated his job. He loved being a hero with all his heart. But all of that responsibility piles up and weighs on him. And though he can take more than most, he is still human and there is a breaking point. But this, having someone take care of him, even if only for a couple of hours, eased the strain.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He whispered, his expression relaxing into a small smile and gently curved brows.

“No need to thank me, baby boy,” Todoroki slid his hand around to hold the back of Izuku’s neck and pulled his forward a tad to rest their foreheads together. “this is my duty as your Daddy, to take care of you. To make you feel comfortable, safe, and cherished.” This was always his priority when they did this, but he still felt that he needed to repeat it to help Izuku accept and understand that right now, he didn’t need to worry about anything.

For a moment they stood together like that, just relishing in the moment of closeness and quiet peace, with only their soft breaths and heartbeats filling their ears. Eventually, though, Todoroki pulled back.

“Firstly, let's get you out of these boots.” He knelt down and started to undo the laces and strap of Izuku’s boots, softly hushing his fiancé when he got flustered and tried to assert that he could do it. “I know you are a big boy and can do it yourself, but I want to do this for you.” He waited for Izuku to lean forward and brace himself on his shoulders before slipping the heavy work boots off, the weight on Todoroki’s shoulders being light but pleasant as he offered stability. “There we go. Now,” Todoroki said as he placed the boots aside. As he stood back up, he hooked an arm around Izuku's legs, just under his rear, and lifted the smaller man, who made a surprised squeak as his feet left the ground. “let’s get settled on the couch, shall we?”

“R-right.” Izuku mumbled, a curled-up hand raising to his mouth in embarrassment. He did not fight it though. Instead, once Todoroki turned around and started walking effortlessly, Izuku leaned more on his Daddy. He draped his arms around Todoroki’s neck and buried his face in his two-toned hair, taking in a deep breath so he could smell the lingering smell of spices used for the currently cooking dinner and his fiancé’s natural scent. His feet, free from having to support himself, lifted up in happy, playful little kicks. And when Todoroki bounced him up a bit to get a better hold on him, Izuku giggled quietly like it was a ride.

Seeing that Izuku was enjoying this, Todoroki chose to draw it out longer in hopes of hearing more of his fiancé’s child-like giddy voice. He passed the living room and went right to the kitchen where a large pot was simmering atop the stove.

“What are you making Daddy?” Izuku asked curiously, lifting and turning his head to look at the pot. He also unconsciously pressed his cheek to the side of Todoroki’s head just to be a little closer.

“Since it has been so cold lately and I know you haven’t been eating properly,” Todoroki said the last bit with a playful disciplinary tone as he used his free hand to poke at Izuku’s stomach, making him wriggle and giggle. “I decided to make some curry for us. Would you like to be Daddy’s taste tester?”

“Yes please!” Izuku answered right away, his eyes lighting up and his hands curling and flexing in excitement. The two worked in tandem as they opened the lid of the pot, Todoroki being sure to shift Izuku onto one hip and turning him away from the rush of steam, stirred the content and scooped up a half spoon for tasting.

“One second.” Todoroki interjected before Izuku could lift the spoon to his lips. Using his free right hand, Todoroki stroked the underside of the spoon with two fingers, using his quirk to cool down the contents to a more comfortable temperature. “Good boy.” He praised Izuku for waiting as asked. “Now you can have it.”

Izuku made a light, proud ‘hm’ sound at being praised before taking the bite. It was a pleasant wave of heat and flavour, at least in comparison to his chilled body from walking home and the practically flavourless convenience store food he had eaten that day.

“Is it good?” Todoroki asked despite seeing the big smile on Izuku’s face. Izuku gave an enthusiastic nod in response, his mouth still holding the food. “Can you please get some for Daddy too?” Another nod from Izuku as he turned and carefully gathered more curry on the same spoon. He lifted it towards Todoroki’s mouth but stopped when Todoroki simply opened up, ready to take the food without the same regard he had shown Izuku.

“It’s hot Daddy.” Izuku reminded, pulling the spoon away a little.

“Right you are. Thank you for looking out for me baby boy.” Todoroki praised, giving Izuku’s legs that he was holding a little squeeze to simulate a hug. Todoroki did not need to cool down the food for himself as he was accustomed to more extreme temperatures thanks to his quirk, and he also didn’t have to have Izuku spoon-feed him. But he did it anyway just to make Izuku happy and to strengthen their bond just a bit more. “It is good, but it still needs some time to simmer.” He decided after tasting his curry. He plucked the spoon from Izuku’s hand, placed it aside, and replaced the potlid. “I’d say another half hour, maybe 45 minutes.” He shifted Izuku in his arms so they were facing each other again. “How about we rest while we wait for dinner to finish.” Todoroki waits for Izuku’s little nod before receding.

He exits the kitchen and goes into the living room, all while still carrying Izuku securely in his arms. He seats himself on the couch and then maneuvers Izuku to side sideways on his lap, the position Izuku prefers in this play as he can lay the side of his head against Todoroki’s chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart, which he does right away. Once in position, Izuku lets out a long, heavy sigh. He settled quickly, feeling content sitting in his fiancé’s arms and listening to the lullaby that was his slow breaths and heartbeats. The world felt quiet and at peace when they were like this. No villains hurting anyone. No one in pain crying for help. No boss yelling at him for not doing good enough. And none of his own thoughts telling him the same. Any possible negative thought that tried to rear its ugly head up was washed away when Todoroki started to run his hand through his hair. A little whimper slipped from Izuku’s lips as his eyes fluttered closed. He nuzzled his cheek against Todoroki’s chest to return some affection and signal that he wanted him to continue doing what he was doing.

Not only did Todoroki continue, but he piled on more. His other hand patted, stroked, and caressed Izuku’s body, his face, shoulders, arms, hips, and legs. And every so often he would whisper compliments and praises, some specific and some general.

“I saw what you did on the news recently. You stopped the villain without letting a single civilian get injured. That’s amazing.” “You work so hard, and so many people appreciate all that you do.” “You’re strong and brave and selfless.” “I’m so proud of you.”

It was all lavished on Izuku and though he would usually deflect the praise, right now, while playing this role, he didn’t. For a while, he just took all of it in and believed Todoroki when he said he was “more than enough”.

This innocent praise and affection were wonderful, but as time went on, Izuku’s body started to react differently. The petting of his legs made him focus on how high his hand went. The compliments of “you’re so beautiful baby boy” became not just flattering, but with how Todoroki whispered it near his ear it also became arousing. Izuku’s legs and fingers fidgeted and he started to crave more. This was all just him being a pervert though, or so he told himself, and it was wrong for him to turn this comforting moment into an intimate one.

While Izuku argued with himself and tried to fight his blood from heading south, Todoroki was fully aware of what he was doing, purposely moving his hand closer and closer to Izuku’s growing need with each pet of his leg. He knew that Izuku would not ask for it himself, harbouring this unfounded idea that adapting what kind of affection you craved in a moment was somehow selfish. Well, Todoroki was playing the role of ‘Daddy’ right now, and as a good Daddy should, he would teach his baby boy that he could be a little selfish because Todoroki would give him anything and everything he could ever want and need.

“Daddy, we can’t. I’m still messy and tired and dirty from work and I-” Izuku whimpered out before being cut off by his own stuttering gasp as Todoroki slid the side of his pointer finger up and over the growing bulge in Izuku’s pants. “Please~” He pleaded as he turned his head to hide his face in the crook on Todoroki’s neck.

“Please what?” Todoroki prompted, wanting Izuku to try to be more honest with his desires and trust in his fiancé to fulfill them. “What would you like baby boy?”

“I…” Izuku hesitated, his fear of being too selfish and needy conflicting with the comfortable, cared-for feeling of having his Daddy cradle him to his chest. “I don’t know.” He finally said, voice quivering a bit as if he was about to tear up.

“I understand.” Todoroki specifically used a phrase to minimize the chance of Izuku reading his response as disappointed or annoyed. Todoroki’s desire was second to calming and reassuring Izuku down from his burgeoning distress. He slowly moved his hand away from Izuku’s need and instead placed it on his knee to be comforting and not as bold. He kept his right hand still of Izuku’s knee and continued to run his hand through his fiancé’s green hair to help relax his growing anxiety. After a moment of simply holding and destressing his partner, Todoroki spoke again. “How about this,” He shifted a bit to encourage Izuku to lift his head and look at him, which he did. “would you like to relax, play a game, or have Daddy touch you more?” He gave options to lessen the strain of thinking through all possibilities and their implications. Todoroki waited patiently for a response, continuing to pet Izuku and smile down at him gently, even looking away in brief moments so he did not add pressure with his watching.

Izuku shifted and wiggled a bit as he thought, something Todoroki accommodated as needs, so he felt safe and free to move about, and lifted a hand to his mouth to rest against his lips. His mind raced with conflicting concerns, most being about things relating to other people like how this might affect his ability to work well tomorrow and how Todoroki would feel if he rejected his attempts to be more intimate. But the longer he lay in Todoroki’s arms, feeling his gentle and supportive touch and sensing his content aura despite the situation, the more relaxed he became and, oddly enough, the more focused he got on the moment at hand and his thoughts on it.

“I’m… really tired. I think I just want to relax.” He admitted, his gaze cast down as if he was ashamed for making this choice. “Can we please just cuddle for now?”

“Yes, we can do that.” Todoroki leaned his head atop Izuku’s and moving the hand on his knee to wrap around his waist in a gentle hold. “Thank you for being honest with me baby boy.”

Izuku let out a quiet sigh as Todoroki accepted his decision, even if he knew deep down that he would. Still, the ever-burning flame of doubt flickered in him just enough to make him apologize.

“I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Shh, none of that now.” Todoroki quickly hushed; his voice filled with tenderness. He lifted his head, cupped Izuku’s cheek, and led him to look into his eyes. “Your pleasure, your desires, your limits—they are all valid and important. I am here for you, always.” He leaned forward a placed a lingering kiss on Izuku’s forehead.

Izuku’s heart stopped for a beat then fluttered. His lips curled up into a thankful, content smile.

“Thank you.” He breathed. When Todoroki pulled back though and their eyes connected, for once his fears and self-doubts stayed silent, allowing him to close his eyes, lift his chin, and silently ask for a kiss, which his Daddy gladly gave.

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This story was created from an ongoing conversation with my friend. In my stories, I like some Daddy/mommy kink, but my friend does not like it at all. They aren’t a hater or anything, they just don’t understand it personally. Anyway, we got talking and they explained that they have read a handful of Daddy kink stuff, but it was all just the “you have been a bad girl/boy so will be punished” kind of thing. I, though liking that aspect sometimes, more so like the comforting, age-regression side of the kink. My friend said they haven't read any stories like that so I am making one for them to read. And why not post it for others to enjoy, right?

Todoroki x Deku was specifically chosen because it is a ship we both like that we both can see fitting into this kink. Or at least my friend can accept it more than other ships.

Also, I have this really cool setup for the text conversation where the text is on either side of the page but Tumblr does not have that function. If you wanna see it in its intended form, you can look at it on my AO3.

#tododeku #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #deku #daddy k!nk #age regression

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headcanonsandmore · 1 year

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Little Dark Age

Summary: Tegan tries to support Yaz through her grief over the Thirteenth Doctor. However, there's grief in Tegan's past that she hasn't ever admitted openly to...

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Martha Jones opened the door, her face lined with worry.

‘Thanks for coming,’ she said, ushering them inside. ‘She’s been in her room for hours…’

Yaz had mentioned in the last meeting that she had been sharing a room with Martha for a few weeks now. Yaz’s parents apparently knew where she was, which Tegan was glad to hear. From what Martha had mentioned, they had visited a few times.

However, that morning, Martha had sent an urgent message to the group chat they had set up. Tegan, Ace and Graham happened to all be in the area, and had all responded with offers of help.

‘Thanks, Martha,’ Tegan said, patting the young woman on the arm.

‘Yeah, thanks for the heads-up,’ Ace elaborated, now pulling things out of her bag. Tegan had suggested bringing food, and Ace had immediately volunteered. She had clearly raided a nearby cornershop, because most of the snacks seemed to be biscuits. ‘Wonders of modern technology, eh.’

‘Tell me about it,’ Graham said. ‘Back in my day, we would have had to ring round.’

‘Your day?’ Ace chuckled. ‘You only left the TARDIS a few years ago. I knew the professor back when I was a teenager.’

‘Same difference.’

‘Where is Yaz’s room, anyway?’ Tegan said, cutting across Graham and Ace’s continuing flirtation (or was it just bickering?). Whatever it was, it was starting to get on her nerves.

‘Here,’ Martha said, leading them down the hallway. ‘I’ve left food outside for her, but she seemed too far gone at that point to talk to me. That’s why I thought some reinforcements might help…’

They all came to a stop in front of a door. There was the unmistakable voice of Adele playing on the other side of the door.

‘Oh, dear,’ Tegan sighed. ‘That’s never a good sign…’

Graham and Ace exchanged worried looks. They had known that Yaz had been in love with the most recent version of the Doctor, but they hadn’t expected her to feel the heartbreak as keenly as this. Yaz was normally very composed. The amount of anguish she was presumably going through was... well, it didn’t bare thinking about.

‘Yaz?’ Tegan called, knocking softly on the door. ‘Yaz? Me, Ace and Graham are here; can we come in?’

The music dipped slightly in volume. There was a few seconds pause, and then a soft click as the door unlocked, revealing Yasmin Khan, eyes red from tears, wearing pyjamas and a very weak smile.

Without thinking, Tegan reached out and pulled the young woman into a hug, patting her softly on the back. The younger woman seemed a little shocked at first, but did not recoil. Tegan hoped this was helping; she wasn’t normally good with the touchy-feely stuff. Certainly not by herself. Back in the day, she had always been supported by-

No, she thought, stopping that train of thought before it could reach its inevitable destination, you are not thinking about her.

‘We thought you might like some company,’ Ace said, placing a supportive hand on Yaz’s shoulder.

‘And we were worried about you,’ Martha added.

‘Ta,’ Yaz mumbled, rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her pyjama top as Tegan let her go. ‘Sorry, Martha; didn’t mean to block you out. Please… please come in…’

Yaz’s room wasn’t messy, but it did have the distressed look of someone who had been cooped for a good deal longer than they would be ordinarily. The duvet on the bed was askew, and a bunch of CD cases were scattered across the desk, with the current Adele album left haphazardly on top of the combined radio/cd/tape player. Tegan had been under the impression that Yaz, like a lot of women her age, preferred digital music, but she supposed maybe it was the nostalgia factor that was a help in times like these.

Yaz sat down on the bed, sniffling. Tegan and Martha took a seat either side of her.

‘We brought some food…’ Ace said, holding out a tube of biscuits. ‘I always find the right snacks cheer me up...’

Yaz took one look at the packet of Custard Creams Ace was proffering and, to the immense shock of the two older women, broke down in a fresh set of tears on Tegan’s shoulder.

‘Why did you bring them?’ Graham asked, snatching the offending biscuits out of Ace’s hands. ‘Which biscuits did I say that, under no circumstances, you should bring with you?’

‘Sorry!’ Ace said, sending an apologetic grimace towards Yaz, who was still sobbing. ‘I thought it was an inside joke!’

‘Some joke,’ Tegan muttered, patting Yaz on the head in a manner that she hoped was consoling. ‘I knew I should have gone with you to Tesco’s…’

‘I think I best go make us all some tea’ Martha said, squeezing Yaz’s shoulder before standing up. ‘Ace, Graham; can you give me a hand?’

‘Sure.’

The three of them left the room, leaving Tegan and Yaz alone. Given that Ace and Graham had developed a habit of bickering about everything in the last few weeks, Tegan imagined that Martha had suggested this partially to give Yaz some much-needed breathing room.

‘Tegan, I appreciate y’trying…’ Yaz said, taking her head off the Australian’s shoulder and rubbing her eyes with her sleeve. ‘I imagine you probably went through something like this when you left the D-Doctor.’

‘What?’

Yaz stared at her in confusion.

‘I thought you said you and Ace were like me back in the day?’

‘Yeah… friends of the Doctor!’ Tegan said, urgently. ‘Not… not like that with him!’

‘So… you never….’

‘Urgh, no!’ Tegan replied, aghast, before realising that this probably wasn’t being very tactful. Yaz had been in love with the blonde lady version of the time lord, after all. ‘Sorry, but… no, the Doctor was like a dad to me. A very annoying dad.’

‘And… and Ace?’

‘Same for her, I think. Although her Doctor seems to have been more manipulative than mine ever was. Mine was a smug git, mostly.’

‘Rude!’

With an electronic beep, the hologram of Tegan’s Doctor booted into life, glaring down at the Australian from where he was stood in the middle of Yaz’s room.

‘Are you still here?’-Tegan rolled her eyes-‘I’m gonna have to ask Kate about getting that thing removed.’

The cricket man put his hands on his hips.

‘Oh, really, Tegan.’ he exclaimed, irritably. ‘At least apologise to Ms Khan for causing a scene!’

‘Yeah, yeah…’ Tegan said, waving her hand lazily. ‘Get lost, Doc.’

With another glower, the cricket man vanished, the hologram making another beep.

Yaz chuckled.

‘Your hologram Doctor still working, I see.’

‘Sorry about that. Stupid time lord always shows up when he thinks he’s being mocked.’

‘That must happen a lot w’you.’

‘Cheek,’ Tegan chuckled, hoping to cheer the younger woman up. ‘But accurate. How… how is yours?’

Yaz sighed, patting her own arm.

‘She appeared t’other night; I was watching summat, and I said that I wished she were here. And… and there she were…’

Fresh tears streaked down Yaz’s cheeks.

‘Oh, Yaz,’ Tegan said, cursing her own rabbity mouth. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve-’

‘No, it’s fine,’ Yaz replied, softly. ‘It just… seeing her brought back a lot of things. I haven’t seen ‘er since; I think she knows how much it ‘urts me at the moment.’

Tegan squeezed Yaz’s shoulder, softly.

‘Someday, the pain will go.’

‘Yeah,’ said Ace, who had just walked in with Graham, holding cups of tea. She handed one to both Yaz and Tegan, before sitting down on Yaz’s other side. ‘If we’re talking trauma, half the people I fancied ended up dead. Including one cat-woman.’

‘Y’what?’ Graham said, mouth falling open.

Yaz let out a watery chuckle.

‘So… neither of you got choked up after you left the Doctor?’

‘No,’ replied Tegan, as Ace shook her head. Graham, presumably guessing that Ace wasn’t going to elaborate, sat down on Yaz’s office chair. ‘But… well, I suppose I had a similar reaction, but it wasn’t after I left the TARDIS. It was… well, when I travelled with the Doctor, there was… another woman there.’

Tegan sighed, staring in the middle distance. Good grief, that was so long ago, but the memories blossomed in her mind. Of beautiful curly brown hair, of bright grey-green eyes, and of a delicate, sweet smile…

‘She was… my best friend. After she left, I felt awful. Like a part of my heart had been wrenched away along with her. We didn’t have Adele back then, but I did listen to “S.O.S” by ABBA a lot. I cried a lot, but… it helped. I dunno. I’d never really had such a close friend before that point. And I wasn’t ever going to see her again, so no wonder I was so upset.’

Tegan turned back to look at Yaz, and found the younger woman’s brow creased in apparent confusion.

‘That kinda sounds like what I’m like with the Doctor,’ she said, softly.

‘I don’t think it was nearly as strong as that,’ Tegan chuckled.

‘Sure sounds like it was.’

Tegan stared at Yaz, mouth falling open.

‘What?’ Tegan gasped. Was her face burning? ‘No! That’s… that’s completely different. Me and… well, we were just very close. Best friends, we were. I swear, we were basically joined at the hip. Shared a room and everything on the TARDIS. Best friends, definitely.’

Out of the corner of her eye, Tegan could see Ace rolling her eyes.

‘What?’ she exclaimed, hotly.

‘Nothing,’ Ace said, munching on a jammy dodger. ‘You carry on being an oblivious lesbian; why break the habit of a lifetime?’

Yaz giggled.

‘I think that about wraps it up for this meeting,’ said Graham, clapping his hands together. ‘Thank you all for coming; we’ll arrange another one for about a months time.’

Tegan watched, as Yaz turned in her seat and began chatting to Martha. She was glad to see that Yaz had come to the meeting. Their intervention the previous week had clearly helped Yaz a fair bit. The poor girl was clearly still not okay, but she was better. And that was all that could be asked for. Tegan knew that the pain of that parting would never disappear completely, but Yaz would live a full life despite that. Despite living without the woman she loved.

Not that Tegan knew what that felt like, of course.

‘Hello…’

Everyone looked towards the door. Kate Stewart had poked her head through.

‘Hi,’ said Ace, cheerfully. ‘You’re a bit late today.’

‘Got held up at work,’ Kate said, opening the door slowly. ‘Actually, we had a skyfall event earlier today.’

‘Er… what?’ Tegan asked, confused.

‘Someone teleported into Heathrow Airport,’ Kate explained, holding the door open. ‘Actually, they used to travel with the Doctor. They’re here, actually. They said they had a feeling they might know some of you…’

A woman walked into the room. She had slightly greying bushy brown hair, grey-green eyes, and a nervous smile.

There was a crash, as Tegan’s chair fell backwards onto the ground. She was now standing on her feet, but she didn’t remember standing up. Her eyes met the newcomer, and Tegan’s heart seemed to leap into her throat.

‘Hello, Tegan,’ said Nyssa of Traken.

As if in a daze, Tegan slowly walked across the room.

‘N-Nyssa…’ she whispered. ‘Is… is it really you?’

‘It’s me,’ Nyssa replied. ‘I… oh, I’ve missed you, Tegan.’

Without thinking, Tegan darted forward and threw her arms around her. Nyssa let out a deep sigh of contention, her own arms coming around Tegan’s back. Almost four decades worth of buried hope seemed to rise like a firework in Tegan’s heart. She didn’t think she would ever see Nyssa again and here she was, arms wrapped around Tegan as they embraced for the first time in… oh, so very, very long. And, just like with their goodbye on the Terminus space station, Tegan found herself almost unable to speak, overcome with so many confused and heightened feelings that she couldn’t even begin to describe.

Eventually, Nyssa’s hands loosened, and she pulled away slightly, staring into Tegan’s face. The grey-green orbs met Tegan’s own brown eyes.

Tegan began to shake, tears streaking down her cheeks as she sobbed.

‘Sssshhhh…’ Nyssa said, tears dripping from her own eyes as she cupped Tegan’s face, stroking the Australian’s tears away. ‘It’s okay… I’m here…’

‘Oh, Nys…’ Tegan whispered. ‘Oh, Nyssa…’

‘Like I said,’ whispered Ace, nudging Yaz with her elbow. ‘Oblivious lesbian.’

~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you enjoyed this fic!

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You Are All That Matters

Hello, I have posted this somewhere in internet and decided to post here too since I’m intriguing by my friends’ activities here hahaha. So, please enjoy and I apologise if my way of writing is so messy since English is not my mother tongue. Some parts will be changed to adjust with the plots. I wish you could bear it and enjoy my writing.

Summary:

MWAF messaged you, offering you a huge deal to agree with; coming to Duskwood. This is your final battle, your purpose to be since in the first place. What are you going to face at the mine; a friendly welcome from the perpretrator or grief from the person to whom you are very important? Warning Episode 10.

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I was still stunned with what just happened few minutes ago. Michael Hanson came and got shot twice, thanks to the Jack Daniels. Apparently, Dan is right with his confidence around the gun. But how unfortunate we lost our perpetrator; he was almost on our finger tips, vulnerable and invaded by bullets, but Thomas did not understand the assignment very well.

“God,” I was sitting next to my bed and resting my head on the linen, staring above the ceiling of my studio. Both of my eyes are closing for a while as I was trying to reassure myself to remain calm. This nightmare that changed everyone’s lives, this long nightmare is nearing the end... we almost reached the tunnel.

You only need to hold out a little longer, MC. We are nearing the end of our path.

I was massaging my temples while my mind is wandering, remembering every word of Jake said. You are better right about this, Jake. You better be right. While still changing gaze with my ceiling, my cellphone that vibrating pull me back to the reality. One message pops off from its screen, it’s from Dan.

I have no clue since when Dan put his interest with me, put his trust on me. He is showing more positive demeanor toward me more than once. At first, how he told me about the reason he forgot his first day in Aurora because he took care of Lilly which put Jessy in difficult situation. I don’t know if that counted though since I told him I would let him to help under one condition, which is telling his secret. But still, I had no clue if that was the secret. Then before Michael came, he told me the awful story about his father—or in this case, another douche bag—and right now, the man behind this screen was telling me another secret. How he testified against Phil.

MC: Jessy is going to kill you

I typed frankly, hoping him realized about what kind of future he will face.

DAN: I deserve that

Thankfully, he seems already prepared with what will happen next in his life; not just got stood up on date by the woman you love, but now you are the prey that ready to be hunted down by her. I glance to the screen as the pencil icon is disappeared.

DAN: No word yet from hackerboy?

MC: No, Jake hasn’t sent me any new messages

I frowned toward my cellphone, as if I could see Dan’s face. I know where this is going.

MC: I can practically hear your undertone

DAN: He missed all the action

DAN: When everything went crazy up in here

DAN: He was just gone

DAN: Kinda weird, isn’t it

I narrowed my eyes toward his last text, sending him my replies right away.

MC: What are you trying to say?

MC: You think Jake is the kidnapper?

MC: That’s ridiculous

DAN: I’m just saying

DAN: Hackerman disappears

DAN: Crowface turns up

DAN: Pretty weird

DAN: But what do I know

Jake is always such a red flag to Dan, after knowing his story about his father, I kind of understand Dan. He just worries and wants to protect his friends. Jake has done everything to help for finding Hannah and now Richy, he already proved that he is one of the good guys, but still and all, Jake is still such a danger to him. I just wish I could tell Dan and the others that Jake is Hannah and Lilly’s half-brother and this kind of misunderstand will just be vanished and they can fully trust him.

I tossed my phone to my side and not reply him again. I don’t think it’s wise to reply Dan any longer; I’m afraid I will be full of rage and end up spilling the beans. I stood up from my position and walk out to the kitchen, feeling to have a cup of tea to calm down my nerve. Tonight feels longer more than ever.

Having cup of tea indeed managed to send the signal toward my body to loosen up a little bit, but seems like God hates me because when I’m back to my bed, there is new message that I wished I never got.

UNKNOWN: MC

UNKNOWN: There is a hatch in the ground close to the waterfall at the Grimrock

UNKNOWN: Beneath that is a tunnel which leads to the Ironsplinter Mine

UNKNOWN: That’s where Hannah and Richy are

I gasped after reading the messages; I put my cup next to me and concentrate to every word there. Grimrock. Ironsplinter Mine. Hannah and Richy. I clenched my jaw trying to process everything that happens. So, that’s why Alan couldn’t find them, because there is secret passage that everyone didn’t know.

MC: Why are you telling me this?

UNKNOWN: I will let them both go

UNKNOWN: Under one condition

No. I already knew what his intention. LadyLotus from Dark Mystery Forum already warned me about the offer I will meet in the future and she said I should decline it. But, Michael suddenly turned to me and gave all the details about where Hannah and Richy are. It means he trusts me, it means he also wants it to end. Without another stage of overanalyzing, I was writing him again, trying to know what is the demand.

MC: What is the condition?

UNKNOWN: I want you to come to Duskwood

MC: What?

UNKNOWN: Nobody will get hurt

After everything that happened, only for me to come to Duskwood? For what, Michael? Why is it so important for you that I come to Duskwood?

MC: Why, Michael?

MC: Do you really think I believe you?

MC: After everything you have done to us?

UNKNOWN: Come to the Grimrock and they are free to go

UNKNOWN IS NOW OFFLINE

He didn’t answer any of my questions and just went offline. I check my screen to see if Jake is online and hoping him to read along our messages, but he’s still missing. I didn’t think twice and let my fingers typing some messages toward Michael.

MC: Sure, but please wait a little longer. I’m kind of far away from your comfy place right now

MC: And don’t message me until I do

UNKNOWN IS NOW ONLINE

UNKNOWN IS NOW OFFLINE

No doubt I almost tear up while my fingers were trying to delete some messages that Michael and I have discussed earlier right away; removing the evidences so Jake would never knew Michael’s demand toward me. It feels so wrong, but I know it’s the right thing to do.

Well... how did you like it? I wish you have a great time reading it. I will update as soon as possible. Thank you for spending your time to read this and even leaving your print here.

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I'm the anon who sent the "interesting message" and I just want to say thank you. To start, yes, I'm a cis-male living in the US (also securely aroace) When I wrote out that (admittedly messy) message I had just seen your post from 2-3 days ago and it was almost like a dam burst. Most of what I typed I hadn't really thought about before (not that I find it to be untrue; just that none of it became a conscious thought) and it put into perspective how much I could benefit from just talking about it. Your response helped, and I agree that I haven't given up yet, it just feels like I'm just flailing while most have learned to float. Ironically, one of the few things I am confident in is my determination, even if it seems like blind insistence at times (and its tendency to get me stuck on certain thoughts/ideas).

This got rambly so I'll state it again. Thank you. And, in case you're wondering, I do plan on pursuing help from a mental health professional and my rant (sorry about that by the way) helped me realize I needed it more than I thought I might.

You are quite welcome, anon. It was my pleasure.

I had to look up 'aroace' but never mind that. You apparently know your own internal config. Well done.

As a quick segue: I like to ask people what they are adding, what kind of positivity they are injecting into the future. I ask it of myself often enough. Well, my blog is one thing and one thing only: giving what I have learnt to people out there. You said it was almost lik a dam had burst. Good! At least my post reached one person that needed that message. That is why I do it. I am not a spiritual teacher by far but I do know some things. I try to think what things I would have wanted to hear, or read, at age 16 or age 20. I am very glad that my post as well as my response helped.

By all means keep flailing. It does keep you above the waterline. You will have noticed by now that flailing is excessively tiring, though. It sucks up any and all available energy. It would be wonderful if you managed to float or even swim. By the way, a message isn't 'rambly' just because it doesn't look like an A+ high school essay. You are allowed to write naturally.

You have determination in spades, apparently. So use it. Set yourself some goal and get at it. Never apologize for being in need. You may rant at me all you want. I am happy to learn that you will pursue professional help and I wish you best luck in that endaevour.

It is exceedingly hard to help someone whom you don't know. Still.. from my (volunteer) work with other autistic people, I have learnt that rebuilding self-confidence and trust is best done in tiny steps. If you keep failing then the steps are too big. Make them smaller. B.J. Fogg, in his wonderful book Tiny Habits, uses the example of someone who is convinced they need to run 10 kilometers, or some such distance. They can't. Everything is too hard. So he sets the task of at least dressing for running and putting on running shoes, then stepping outside for a minute. If that is all you can give and you give it… you have given 100%. And so on and so forth, you can safely build on your tiny successes and eventually run that distance.

Sometimes self-care is hard. I make a point of making my bed every single morning, immediately after getting up. At the very least, I have done one thing and done it well. I find it gets me in the mental mode of action, doing one thing after another. Perhaps you can decide to spend at least a couple of minutes on clean clothing and personal grooming? That is a very positive and self-caring act. It has the added benefit that it fits the expectations of society and if you do decide to go out of the house, you'll feel stronger.

Again, you are welcome. I hope you have had a chance to read my post on (probably) not being awesome.

Kind regards,

Ṭhitadhammo

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ArJEANtina: 2022 Teyvat World Cup Winners

My name is Jean Gunnhildr. I am the Acting Grandmaster for the Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt. And just recently, I met with Lisa over an upcoming contest in football. Lisa told me that this team comes from a nation with my name on it. ArJEANtina, was the name. I know that was not the exact spelling, but it was a cute pun, I had to admit. And there was a talisman trying to finally win this World Cup. A man named Lionel, or Leo for short.

As my sign is a lion, no surprise that this resonated with me. As I decided to pen a letter of support to the team and Leo ahead of the match with France, who was supported by Venti (this place is said to have the finest wines in the waking world, therefore it resonated with the bard), I suddenly felt the struggles of a long life of service to sports and people. An adventure of a lifetime, soon to meet a conclusion. But there was a catch. To ensure that the long and arduous search for this holy grail ended the way it was to end, it needed my clearance.

A straightforward assignment. I penned my words wisely.

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18 December 2022

Lionel Andres Messi Cuccutini.

As your nation has my name on it (though I actually jest), turning back was never an option. So, do you still dare to dream, hero? My hope is that your dream ends and is transformed into a reality that you will find peace with. Let the wind lead. Good luck.

Signed,

Jean Gunnhildr Acting Grandmaster, Knight of Favonius ArJEANtina supporter from Mondstadt, Teyvat

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Thus was the message sent. I was called to watch in the square with others of the contest. "Well, Master Jean, I am fine with whatever the outcome will be," said Venti. "I figured my team had done all it could do anyway, but you never know in a sport like this…"

"I am just glad that there is a place in the Traveler's world where my name seems to be embedded in its culture," I replied.

"Do they have good steak?" asked Amber with an expectant look.

"Well, Amber, the place is known for having raw meat that would rival our own in terms of marbling and flavor, according to my own collected intel," Kaeya said. "And Lisa's."

"Can confirm, Cavalry Captain," Lisa said. "But every victory must be earned, no matter what. As always. Let's have a seat and see how this goes."

"What's going on?" asked Paimon, accompanying Lumine.

Lumine noticed the big screen. "Soccer. It's that game." She checked her device and saw a message from many years ago, which said:

"December 18, 2022. 34 year old Leo Messi will win the World Cup and become the greatest player of all times. Check back with me in 7 years."

"Oh, it seems someone knew what would happen," Paimon said. "This person must know something we don't. And the stats on this post are exponentially increasing. Could it be…?"

23rd minute, a penalty conversion by Leo. And 13 minutes later, a man named Angel with a second. One half passed. 2-0 ArJEANtina. I had to laugh when I pronounced the country name with my name in it. It sounded so cute, yet so unhinged. But the real name, said to be Argentina, evoked many centuries of history, a mixture of cultures and heritages.

Time stood still as it passed, the closing half. It was my very first time watching a football match. But things started to turn on their heads. French Venti (he isn't French, though) was back in it thanks to a cheeky young man named Kylian. A penalty in the 80th and a follow-up in the 82nd. All square at two goals apiece. "Oh Venessa, is this real life? Or is this Fantasy?" I whispered, falling to my knees.

"Ohohoh, Jean, it seems the tables have turned…hic…" said Venti, gliding around in a carefree mood. "Ladies and gentlemen, I declare we have a grandstand finish to settle this once and for all."

"Mm-hmmm," said the others, simply nodding before going back to their seats to watch. The match would go to an additional two extra periods of 15 minutes, according to the game's laws.

"Lisa?" I asked her.

"Yes, Jean, what is it?"

"In all my years of going through stressful periods in my life, I have to admit, nothing ever prepared me for this."

"Well, that can only give me one conclusion?"

"What?"

She leaned in and whispered, "You're really, really enjoying this match."

I could only blush. She was right. Every pass, every duel, every challenge. every intent and emotion was felt in what some aficionados called "The Showdown Of The Century." Venti's team made some impressive clearances late in the first period, causing my head to be in my hands. My team was knocking on the door but I didn't like their wastefulness. A second period of extra time loomed.

In the distance, some fans were vocally discussing the game, some to the point of shouting things I won't say in this anecdote since they were really devout in their verdicts. I offered a prayer Venessa and to Varka, to ask my team to see this through and get the winner, because according to the laws, the match goes to a sudden death series of kicks from the penalty spot. Lisa debriefed me on the full laws in a massive tome that I chose to keep in my personal library for safe keeping.

As the period went on, I thought about a lot of things. Why was I working so hard? Why was I not taking breaks? Why was I being hard on Klee? I thought so many things…and some. In the 108th minute, Lionel scored on a follow-through that was verified onside via video assistant refereeing, a technology that perhaps the sages of the Akademiya could never have come up with.

All of a sudden, I jumped in the air, and screamed, "Hang in there ArJEANtina, I'm with you all the way! I'm with you! I'm with you! I'M WITH YOU!" And I fell to my knees, in my Sea Breeze Dandelion outfit, and prayed one more time, the tears falling out of my eyes. "Please let this work, please let this work…"

"Uh, is Jean okay?" asked Paimon, looking over her shoulder.

"Ahahahahah, I think…she got carried away here," Venti said.

"Do something about it, will you!?"

Venti pointed to the screen. "Penalty for my guys." 118 minutes in. Kylian made it 3-3, and all of a sudden, I was glowing and I was full of rage and…and…I had no idea what was going on because I was feeling a million emotions.

"Uh, Master Jean, you don't look so well…" Klee said. "Do you need a hug?"

"So close to completing the comeback for Kylian, he's good," Venti said, rubbing his hands.

"You stupid tone-deaf bard, take a look at what's going on with Jean right now, she's in some emotional danger!"

"Ah, no worries, she will be just…fine?" I was towering over him as the penalty shootout started. I was not even bothering to pay attention to the series. I was very fed up with Venti in so many ways, and I didn't know why. But before I could lay a hand on him, I collapsed in a heap.

"Oh no, Jean is…Jean is…" Paimon was in a panic.

"Sucrose, prepare some medication, everyone I will bring her back to her chambers," said a familiar voice.

"Diluc saves the day again," said Lumine.

"No surprise," Venti said.

Time passed. Time stood still. I opened my eyes. "What…happened?"

Diluc looked at me. "ArJEANtina did not miss a single penalty. They won.4-2."

And I had the biggest smile on my face as the tears came down.

"Master Jean!" exclaimed Klee. "Are you okay?"

"I am," I said, headpatting Klee before giving her the warmest hug I could ever give her as I looked into the distance. "I truly am. And I have never felt so happy in my life. I love you, Klee, Diluc, everyone."

"I love you too, Master Jean," she said, giggling.

"Well, all's well that ends well," Venti said. "I shall take my defeat moving forward. We made you work for it, so that will count as a win for me!" He walked into the distance and disappeared.

I think I have made a historic discovery. Argentina, or rather, ArJEANtina, will be my team in the Traveler's world from now on.

Signed,

Jean.

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