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grapenehifics · 1 month
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Making of Monday: Can't Stop the Suns Part 1
(I am thinking SO positively rn that I am calling this part 1, like I will remember to actually write more. YMMV; we'll see how I do.)
I'm hard at work on the concluding chapters of Pick Up the Pieces right now, and working on Pick Up the Pieces means I also need to do a fair bit of rereading An Uncivil War, so it's very much on the forefront of my brain, and also I have yet to participate in a single MoM, so: here's some backstory on An Uncivil War.
Okay I actually need to back up even farther than that, all the way to Solsbury Hill and February 2020. I started Solsbury Hill - it wasn't called that, then; it didn't have a name, just 'weird doc file/outline I'll probably never finish because I don't have a track record of finishing creative writing projects, ever' - and then the very next month I started working from home AND season 7 of Clone Wars premiered.
To get ready for season 7 - and because I was home a lot more during the day, now, and didn't have to commute to work - we decided to do a rewatch of Clone Wars season 1 through 6. And you know how we joke about plot bunnies, and why they're called that? That the hardest idea is your first one and once you have that the ideas just keep multiplying? So, I'm sitting on an outline for what would become Solsbury Hill, and we're watching Clone Wars, and we get to season 5, and the episode with Ahsoka's trial, and I think to myself, huh. That's weird. Why is Obi-Wan acting like that? Why is he not sticking up for our Padawan? If he had, I bet things would have turned out differently. Ahsoka might not have left the Order. Anakin might not have turned to the Dark Side. Clone Wars is full of all these little things that individually might not be enough to push Anakin over the edge, but they start stacking up, collectively...
From there, it was a pretty easy leap to, 'what if Obi-Wan left the Order instead of Ahsoka', and that created this whole domino effect because Anakin would obviously leave with him, right, and Ahsoka was getting kicked out anyway, and now I've got this scenario with three Jedi on the run in the middle of a war.
And that was fascinating to me. Once I started thinking about it I couldn't stop. But I was also getting really into Solsbury Hill, at that point, so this new story needed to take a backseat. I dumped a bunch of notes into a Word doc and went back to my AU.
It turns out, though - and this was the first time I'd learned this about myself - that I liked having both an AU and a canon project going at the same time. Solsbury Hill and An Uncivil War both used such different parts of my brain and required a different skillset and researching vastly different things, and if I got bogged down in one it was nice to be able to switch to the other one and hack away at that one for a while. So I ended up, from early 2020 until August 2022 when I posted the first chapter of Solsbury Hill on AO3, working on both projects nearly simultaneously, although obviously Solsbury Hill (despite being three times longer) got to the finish line first.
For a long time - almost three years - An Uncivil War was just called, An Uncivil War. And it had this expansive outline that I just kept cracking away at, and whenever I came across something cool in another piece of Star Wars media or another show premiered or I read another book I'd think 'Ooh, that's neat! That's going in the fic!' and I'd add it to my to-do list. And at some point I looked at my word count and realized I was pushing 100k and not anywhere close to the end of the story I wanted to tell.
So, I started thinking about sequels, and series. I had (still have) this outline, fortunately, and there was one pretty obvious stopping point at what was then the mid-point of the plot. (I say, 'then' because it has since, of course, expanded. It turns out I'm very bad at guessing word counts.) So I took half my outline, dumped into a brand-new doc, called that one Pick Up the Pieces, and wrote the 'ending' of An Uncivil War, as much as possible, as if it were the ending, just in case I for some reason never got around to writing Pick Up the Pieces.
Because it was important to me that An Uncivil War be able to stand on its own. It's got a beginning, a middle, and an end, and the end calls back to the beginning, and the main threat to the characters is resolved, and they talk about what they're going to do next but even if that was the only story you had, it should still be a satisfying conclusion (or, at least, I hope it is).
But it isn't the entirety of the story I wanted to tell. Because they originally were one big story, I actually had maybe half of Pick Up the Pieces already written by the time I started posting An Uncivil War, so while the first part took me three years to write, the second has technically only taken me a year, but I was definitely not starting from scratch.
I also - and this should shock absolutely no one - was once again wildly off in my word count estimate. Pick Up the Pieces is, right now, already as long as An Uncivil War (120k), and I've still got three chapters left to go...plus a bunch more things in my outline I haven't gotten to yet.
So, in true Star Wars tradition, I'm now plotting a part three! Pick Up the Pieces, like An Uncivil War before it, has a logical ending point, so it will wrap up there, but the plot will move merrily along to the next thing on my to-do list, which is in fact the same to-do list I've had since March 2020. (It's a good thing I love this story so much or I would have quit long ago.) Part Three, at the moment, is tentatively titled Sometimes Fate Steps In, and I'm really, really sorry to have to admit that that's where all the smut is going to be. (I know. It's Solsbury Hill all over again.)
(I do love it, though. I feel like I should...apologize, to my fics, somehow, for having a favorite? I do have a favorite, though. It's this series. I love it so damn much. This is the one thing I write where, if you told me right now that I would never get a single comment or kudos on it, I would still write it anyway, because I just get so much enjoyment out of researching and writing it and re-reading it.)
(Which is not to say you shouldn't comment on it. Please, please do! You will absolutely make my day, week, month, year! But I love it enough to do it anyway.)
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goodnightmemes · 6 months
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SHUTTER ISLAND (2010) SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ You will be accorded all the help we can give, but during your stay, you will obey protocol. Is that understood? ❜
❛ You act like insanity is catching. ❜
❛ You are hereby required to surrender your firearms. ❜
❛ Then, personally, I'd have to say, screw their sense of calm. ❜
❛ It's as if she evaporated straight through the walls. ❜
❛ Seems like something you'd notice from time to time. ❜
❛ Sanity's not a choice. You can't just choose to get over it. ❜
❛ It's 11 miles to the nearest land and the water's freezing. ❜
❛ This is a mental institution, for the criminally insane. Usual isn't a big part of our day. ❜
❛ I always heard it was overrun with boozers and drunks. ❜
❛ You have outstanding defense mechanisms. ❜
❛ You misunderstand me. I said you are a man of violence. I'm not accusing you of being a violent man. That's quite different. ❜
❛ Since the schoolyard, you have never walked away from a physical conflict. No, no, not because you enjoy it, but because retreat isn't something you consider an option. ❜
❛ Just who the hell's in charge here, anyway, huh? ❜
❛ Jesus, are you ever sober anymore? ❜
❛ Are you real? ❜
❛ I'm just bones in a box. ❜
❛ Please. I need to hold on to you. Just a little bit longer, please. ❜
❛ You have to let me go. ❜
❛ I thought your investigation was finished. ❜
❛ I have this radical idea that if you treat a patient with respect, listen to him, try and understand, you just might reach him. ❜
❛ Do you know what she was afraid of? You. ❜
❛ I have my dark days. I suppose everybody does. ❜
❛ What I'm doing, it's not exactly by the book. ❜
❛ I don't give a damn about by-the-book. I just wanna know what the hell's going on. ❜
❛ Lot of places to hide a body here. ❜
❛ I've had enough of killing. That's not why I'm here. ❜
❛ A lot of people know about this place, but no one wants to talk. It's like they're scared or something. ❜
❛ How do you believe a crazy guy? ❜
❛ That's the beauty of it, isn't it? Crazy people, they're the perfect subjects. They talk, nobody listens. ❜
❛ Luck doesn't work that way. The world doesn't work that way. ❜
❛ What if while you were looking into them, they were looking into you? ❜
❛ Don't you know how lonely I've been? You're gone. You're dead. I cry every night. How am I supposed to survive? ❜
❛ I buried you. I buried an empty casket. ❜
❛ My [name]'s dead, so who the fuck are you? ❜
❛ You should have saved me. You should have saved all of us. ❜
❛ The clock's ticking, my friend. We're running out of time. ❜
❛ Why didn't you save me? ❜
❛ You need to find him. You need to find him and you kill him dead. ❜
❛ Listen, I don't wanna leave here, all right? I mean, why would anybody want to? ❜
❛ What the fuck's the matter with you guys? Catch them, not kill them! ❜
❛ Stop me, please, before I kill more. ❜
❛ You told me I'd be free of this place. You promised. You lied. ❜
❛ They say I'm theirs now. They say I'll never leave here. ❜
❛ I'll never get out now. I got out once. Not twice, never twice. ❜
❛ This is a game. All of this is for you. ❜
❛ You're a fucking rat in a maze. ❜
❛ I'm gonna find out what the fuck is happening on this island. ❜
❛ Would you mind taking your hand from behind your back, please? I wanna make sure that what you're holding won't hurt me. ❜
❛ That's the genius of it. People tell the world you're crazy, and all your protests to the contrary just confirm what they're saying. ❜
❛ Once you're declared insane, then anything you do is called part of that insanity. ❜
❛ You're smarter than you look. That's probably not a good thing. ❜
❛ The brain controls pain. The brain controls fear, empathy, sleep, hunger, anger. Everything. What if you could control it? ❜
❛ You can never take away all a man's memories. Never. ❜
❛ Seen any walking nightmares lately? ❜
❛ You can't stay here. I'm afraid if they come looking for you, they might find me. I'm sorry, but you have to go. ❜
❛ You're as violent as they come. I know this because I'm as violent as they come. ❜
❛ If the constraints of society were lifted, and I was all that stood between you and a meal, you would crack my skull with a rock and eat my meaty parts. Wouldn't you? ❜
❛ If I was to sink my teeth into your eye right now, would you be able to stop me before I blinded you? ❜
❛ You don't have a partner. You came here alone. ❜
❛ You know, I've built something valuable here, and valuable things have a way of being misunderstood in their own time. ❜
❛ I'm trying to do something that people, yourself included, don't understand. And I'm not going to give up without a fight. ❜
❛ Did you know that the word "trauma" comes from the Greek for "wound"? And what is the German word for "dream"? Traum. ❜
❛ Wounds can create monsters, and you...you are wounded. And wouldn't you agree, when you see a monster, you must stop it? ❜
❛ You go there and you'll die. ❜
❛ You blew up my car. I really loved that car. ❜
❛ Tremors are getting pretty bad. How are the hallucinations? ❜
❛ Get out of here. This place is gonna be the end of you. ❜
❛ Your delusions are more severe than I thought. ❜
❛ After everything I've seen here, you really think you're gonna convince me I'm crazy? ❜
❛ You've created a story in which you're not a murderer. You’re a hero. ❜
❛ I wish I could let you just live in your fantasy world. I really do. ❜
❛ I'm sorry. There wasn't any other way. ❜
❛ I trusted you. I risked everything to come in here after you. Everything! ❜
❛ I told you not to come in here. I told you this would be the end of you. ❜
❛ If you ever loved me, please stop talking. ❜
❛ I need to know you've accepted reality. ❜
❛ You tried to help me when no one else would. ❜
❛ Which would be worse, to live as a monster...or to die as a good man? ❜
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ksyongi · 2 years
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seventeen getting bro-zoned maknae line
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paring: seventeen maknae line x g!n reader
members: minghao, mingyu, seokmin, seungkwan, vernon, lee chan
warnings:fluff, cursing, mentions of food and post is in all lower caps!!!
an: hehe lazy to write but here i am :3
note:do not copy my works!! reblogs and likes are appreciated!!!
m.list
hyung line
tags: @dinosbestie
minghao: you two were going to do facials together. setting up the area as minghao went to get the face masks and lotions. you two settled down and then you realised he put all the face masks at the edge of the table where he was sitting. "yo bro, can you pass me one mask?" he scoffed and eyed you up and down and said "yea..no. get it yourself." you frowned and looked at him, your brain trying to process what just happened. you went to take the mask and place it on as he does the same. plopping yourself on the couch next to him, you ask "what do you wanna watch?" he shrugs and scrolls on his phone. "hao, whats wrong? you were fine earlier..." "maybe i'm acting like this because my s/o called me her brother?? maybe if she remembered who i am in her life i'll not be like this" you held in a laugh at how he was turning whiny. "oh maybe you forgot that your s/o loves you more than anything in the world and that they'll never see you as their brother. "you sure?" minghao's eyes flutter to yours and you grin, nodding your head and opening your arms, asking for a hug. he quickly slid his arms around your waist and stayed in your embrace till the masks were done.
mingyu: "no way they did that to you??" you look at him in shock as he tells you about how the members stole his food and finished it all. he nods and you ask "what did you do afterwards??" he responds pouting "they ran away and i was too lazy to run after them" your eyes widened and said "bro why didn't you run after them? bitch put your long legs to use???" he squinted his eyes at you and said "thats not my name y/n..." you think back to what you said and ask him "what do you mean? i dont get it" mingyu puts his arms on his waist as he says "does me telling you that i am your boyfriend and not your brother make you recall anything??" your mouth forms an 'o' as you give a sly grin. "what if i continue calling you my brother?" he traps you on the couch and says "you wanna do that? fine then no more kisses for you~" you roll your eyes and say "oh please, as if you'll last longer than me, you cling onto me every chance you get." he stands his ground and says "fine, challenge accepted." it eventually ends up with a defeated mingyu only an hour after the challenge was taken.
seokmin: you two were lazing around during the day on your shared bed. you were currently lying on his chest as you were reading a book. your stomach suddenly rumbled and you let out a small laugh. seokmin says "that makes the two of us huh?" you smiled as you saw him opening the food delivery app on his phone. "im getting food from our usual chinese place, what do you want?" "uhh my usual order but change the drink to something you want bro, i don't feel like drinking anything so you can take mine." he suddenly shifts you off him and changes positions, laying on you instead. "why the sudden change of position seok?" he says nothing as he orders the food. you two continue doing your own thing but seokmin was getting really clingy. "seok, i. need. to. use. the. restroom. could you let go for like 2 minutes?" he shook his head and you exasperatingly said "whats wrong hm? why so clingy?" seokmin scrunched up his nose and said "uhh aren't you angry at me?" you replied "seok... is that why you have been all clingy this time? and no i'm not" he quickly realizes and puts his hand on his nape apologizing. "next time ask me okay?? and if i were mad i wouldn't even let you cling onto me" you say, quickly walking to the restroom.
seungkwan: you two were arguing over the best kpop groups as usual like an elderly couple. the members would walk by the two of you as if they were used to it already, some staying to watch the debate. "wonder girls are better than stray kids." you started fuming and said "don't you dare say that to them and secondly, you don't get how its like to stan more than one group. and they are girl and boy groups, they are different. bro you can't bring two different genders into a debate." he points a finger at you and says "yes i can, but i'm just your brother right? how about you go and tell stray kids yourself that they are better than wonder girls? i shouldn't care since i'm not dating right?" you ignore the snickers coming from the other members as you say "don't go all sassy on me now plus, yes how about i go see bang chan. HANSOL GIVE ME HIS NUMBER~" "YAH DON'T YOU DARE HANSOL VERNON CHWE" seungkwan runs and grabs his phone before you can get it. "jealous much?" you smirk and eye him up and down. "y/n is the winnerrrr~" soonyoung comes and lifts up your hand as if you won a boxing match. you stick your tongue out at seungkwan before skipping away.
vernon: you walked into the living room seeing vernon on with his wireless earbuds on. he notices your presence and takes one off. "what are you listening to?" you ask, "listening to domino, i haven't heard it many times yet" "hah i've listened to the whole album already and i love it." you smile going to plop yourself onto the couch next to him. "bro pass me the other side" you tell him. "yeah sure bro, to be honest can that be your nickname for me? lowkey love it" you giggle and say "sure sure, it was a slip of the tongue but if you like it then of course." vernon made your nickname bro as well as you two just used it whenever you wanted to, since you both were so chill about it although getting the weird glances from the members, them thinking you two aren't dating anymore.
chan: you and chan were on the way to a nearby cafe, as a nice sunday morning date. (an: pun intended) "its so hot today oh my god" you complained for the 100th time. "you're hotter" chan replied and you burst into laughter as his cheesy-ness "did you get that off google?? since it's really bad" chan shakes his head and says "totallyy came up with that, anyways, the cafe is just up ahead!" trying to change the subject and! silently thanking that the destination was near. you two walked into the store and chan asked "what do you want to have? i can order and you can find a seat." you answered with "maybe just a latte?" chan nodded his head as you said "thanks bro" before walking off to find a table. chan came back with one drink in his hand and you asked "wheres my drink? did you forget again?" chan shook his head and said "nope, you can go buy it yourself since brothers don't usually care to get their siblings drinks" you scoffed and said "woww the audacity lee chan. it was a slip of the tongue and i can kill you right here right now since i still haven't gotten my coffee." he backed away and said "uh.. yes sure.. i'll get it, don't want you to be grumpy this fine morning.... eheh....." before briskly walking to the cashier. you laughed to yourself as you saw chan waiting impatiently to get the drink. he eventually rushed to you when he got it and did not mention the event anymore.
an: hope you guys enjoyed!
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vonerde · 5 months
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He settled down beside her, making himself comfortable, and then smoothly repositioned himself, resting his head gently on Gaia's lap. His eyes met hers, and despite his feigned innocence, there was a mischievous glint that hinted at the thoughts running through his mind. "When you think of me, what goes through your mind? If you share, I promise I'll return the favor."
𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 | 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ➥ @un1awful
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most of her attention had been captured by the book within her hands, cerulean irises trailing along inked words among yellowed pages — it was one of her older novels; the ones at which you could look wrong & it would disintegrate into dust. but she knew how to handle it properly. however, as soon as he was close, there was no denying that the pull experienced by the fictional story within her hands was totally lost. all of it had now been captured by kurama.
when the blonde was near, she would always become so painfully aware of herself; the way her heartbeat accelerated, beating against the ribs that kept it in place. the way her emotions felt both like a soothing fire & raging flame at once. it was all so incredibly confusing. but she did not seem to mind it. in fact, she welcomed his presence. there was this pull on her that she couldn't explain; it was stronger than with her novels, even. & thus, as he sat next to her — her eyes immediately trailed to his figure, taking in every detail as if she had been starved. god, wasn't that embarrassing? she immediately wanted to stick her nose back between yellowed pages but was halted in her movements.
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"huh?" eyes visibly widened as she could feel his weight upon her thighs, leaving her to shift in her seat ever so slightly. now she definitely wouldn't be able to finish that damn novel. azure met azure for a moment & she immediately felt her throat go dry. she had seen that impish glint within his gaze & could only guess that this wouldn't end well for her mind. & of course, she would be proven right; his request leaving her brain to short-circuit for a split second. alas, by the way she would blankly stare back at him — he could probably guess what effect his query had on the divinity.
nevertheless, gaia would rather quickly regain her composure once more. plush lips were nervously pressed into a line whilst a faint coral flushed her cheeks. & then, she had almost tossed the extremely fragile novel away from her. "n—now why would you even want to know that . . . " carefully would she close the book, leaving her whole attention to shift to kurama ( as if that wasn't the case before. ) of course she knew the answer to her own question & by all means, his query was rather simple, too. simple for anyone but her, who was currently fighting her whole vocabulary to produce some coherent sentences. should she she lie? should she just ignore him? should she tell him the truth?
"a whole fuckin' lot goes through my mind." the truth it was then. a rather unexpected turn as the divinity was known to lie until the sun set in the west. but something within her told her to just . . . take a leap of faith. just this once. & whilst her words sounded aggressive, her tone remained soft as she averted her gaze. nervously would her tongue lick over her bottom lips, not knowing where to put her hands now that the book laid next to her & laid on top of her lap. "when i . . ." she swallowed. "when i think of you . . . i think of warmth." a light groan escaped her, closing her eyes. oh, she probably sounded and looked so stupid.
"it's confusing, it's a lot and it doesn't leave me." the thought of him. "but i don't dislike it. i actually enjoy it . . . sure, does it keep me up sometimes? y—yeah but that's not the point!" oh gods, why were you telling him this? you didn't have to be this honest. "t—the point is that there is this . . . want within me when i think of you. this aching." one of her hands moved towards her chest, balling a fist. "it's like . . . this yearning that i want to know you — really know you. all of you. that i want to hold you & protect you from this horrible world. that i couldn't stand seeing you hurt again. that i want to feel my hands all over you & not only skin-deep." the longer she would talk, the less she seemed present in the moment; as if she was somewhere far, far away.
"i don't think anyone has made me feel like this in a long time. hell, i don't even know if i ever felt like this . . . at least, i don't remember. " she mumbled, one of her hands absentmindedly trailing towards his head; leaving a feathery touch to some blonde tresses. "it's scary, you know." but her eyes remained distant, even as she chuckled softly. "how much i want to keep you for myself." a pause, gaze darkening for a split moment. "i think about the prospect of someone else touching you and i'm filled with this desire to rip out a stranger's throat. i couldn't stand it, not even the idea of it. "
& once again would she find herself staring into pools of blue, fingers entangled in blonde tresses & the realization of what she had just said slowly sinking in. if a head could spontaneously combust, it would have definitely happened in that very moment. the light coral on her cheeks darkened significantly & seemed to slowly encapsulate all of her facial features. eyes widened as if she was a deer struck by headlights. quickly would her hands retract from his hair, holding them mid-air. oh gods, oh gods, oh gods — this was too much, wasn't it? she was being too much again, wasn't she? curses in various languages filled her mind & yet, her gaze never seemed to leave his. how cruel. she wanted to drown in them.
"i-if you tell me that you were only joking, i'll rip off your head, kurama!" gaia's eyes narrowed somewhat, feeling so bare in front of him that it made her want to scream. & truly, her mind was chaos. pure chaos. unfiltered & raging against the inhumane speed of her heart. it would take her yet another moment until she felt her mouth able to speak again, lips taut as her eyes finally ripped themselves from his. "n—now your turn . . . and don't lie!" there was an earnest glint in her eyes mixed with a bit of mischievousness whilst a small smile could be seen. "after all, you promised me. so . . . what goes through your mind when you think of me?"
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woobifiedvillain · 11 months
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Being out of school for an extended period of time for the first time in. Well ever. Basically. Is wild because every so often I rediscover things about myself that I remember knowing? But that I forgot/thought stopped being true because I compensated so hard for them to not *look* true because of expectations.
Like. I'm a slow reader. When I actually sit down and read things, and I'm interested in them, and there's no time limit imposed which I have no control over. When I'm just reading things for fun and I've chosen the material, so I have reason to actually *read* the text and not just do whatever I can to get as much of it understood/memorized in x amount of time. I'm a really fucking slow reader.
And a lot of the reason isn't even reading ability exactly, I think it's because I can't really differentiate between what's relevant detail, and my brain is super visual, so I have to reread stuff as I go to piece it all together into a shape if that makes any sense. Some of it's also just the actual speed that my brain learns new things. Which is. Not fast!
But the other cool thing I guess is that I'd forgotten, that when I actually sit down and *read* things, not do the jumpy though skim + notes + guessing game I developed to make it seem like I could read most of what was assigned in the lengths of time given (I can't even get close otherwise) - when i actually read stuff the way I default to. I can remember things really really well? Like, I used to read shit as a kid and then turn around and basically recite the book back at people in excitement. If not verbatim, an extremely detailed summary with plenty of exact quotes and like. Page numbers and shit. With random facts sprinkled in like did you know the author uses "therefore" approximately three times every two pages. Or some shit.
And I thought that I just stopped being able to do that or something, but actually it was because it doesn't work when I don't read every word? Like. I don't even think I can do that because of some skill for memorizing books, it's just that I go so fucking slowly when I'm actually engaged and reading at my own pace, and double back/stop and think so often, that by the time I finish a book like that I can turn around and give a detailed recounting because it's been *processed*, thoroughly, as I went along. Which is part of why it takes so damn long but also I've never found a way to actually turn that off I cannot simply read along and think later, which is why it's either the painfully slow default or frantic skim/skip reading like skipping stones, sort of to avoid letting myself get stuck at any one point.
Anyways there's no point to this really. Other than it's cool and I did not realize this previously. Also, goddamn it takes me like two months at least to read a really good book. It's hard to quantity bc I also read multiple things at once usually, which is a whole other thing, but, yeah. Also trying to stop feeling bad about it because this is why when people suggest things to me I give really noncommittal answers because it's not that I won't read it, necessarily, but that I don't like telling people when I've started a book because then they'll ask if I'm done/how far along I am and over time I've realized (even though I know everyone reads at different speeds and I'm not the only slow reader in the world) that whatever the general expectation is for reading is. Idk at least three times as fast as I'm going if I don't force myself to try and go uncomfortably fast and end up getting confused and frustrated so. Huh.
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rollercoasterwords · 1 year
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💖👀📚🧠sirius for this one!
💖 - what made u start writing
hmmm like ever in life? idk man i've been writing stories since i was like a little little kid i've just always loved it
but if this means writing fic specifically! i sort of stopped writing creatively/for fun in college aside from the odd short story or poem, but then in my last year at school i went home for the holidays for the first time in a while and was going insane staying with my parents and needed something to do and i was also verrrryyyy into the captive prince series so i was like u know what would be fun? reading this from laurent's pov. guess i'll write it.
and then i finished that roughly 10 months later and i wasn't PLANNING to write anything else but my sister was reading atyd for the first time so of course i had to reread it along with her and we were talking about how we wished we could read certain scenes from sirius's pov and i was like what if i wrote it lol and she was like if u do u should send it to me lol so i wrote the first 20 chapters and just emailed them to her and then i was like i suppose i might as well post this rewrite on ao3 too since some people liked the captive prince one. and now here we are almost a year later 🤠
👀 - tell me about an up and coming wip!
i was just complaining about wips last night lmao i currently have 3 that i've started in addition to thtf so i will just list them and if anyone wants to hear more i am happy 2 ramble but i will refrain from doing so here
1 - marylily/jegulus zombie apocalypse au
2 - dorlene beauty and the beast (but more of the norwegian than the french version)
3 - pandalily time-travel au that's inspired mostly by the book "this is how you lose the time war" but also kind of by the myth of calypso so like. enemies in a time war start to fall for each other slowly
and then i haven't actually started this one yet but it feels like i have because it's sort of sprinkled into thtf; once i finish the fic i'll be writing a little companion emmary fic to go along with it telling their story in like ~thtf universe~ so!! lots that i'm excited to write but also i need the ideas in my brain to shut up for five seconds
📚 - would you ever want to turn writing into a career?
mmm idk. it's always been a goal of mine to publish a book but with the way the publishing industry is going i'm just kinda like....huh. hmm. i don't think i could make writing creatively my entire career (even in a dream world where like everything worked out perfectly and i had the opportunity to) just bc part of me thinks doing it as a job might suck all the joy out of it lol. like i've written more in the past two years just getting into fanfic than i had in the 22 years preceding it when i told myself trying to write a book was only worth it if i was going to get it published so. yeah :)
🧠 - pick a character, and i'll tell u my favorite headcannon
sirius - ok one of my favorite sirius hcs in like modern aus is when people make him an artist !! idk why it just feels correct to me. also the homosexuality of course my number one favorite sirius headcannon 🕺
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Ask game for Fanfiction Writers. Questions: 9, 18, 28, 44, 47, 63, 73, 76, 77, 79, 89, 90, 94, 95, 96, 97. Sorry it's so long, I just wanna be like you with my writing. Love your writings. My personal Favorite is Come What May. I find it very deep. - Musical Obsessed Anon
Thank you so much! That's really nice of you to say :)
9. In an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a TV or movie adaptation of your work? Why or why not?
I guess it would depend on this successful story I have hypothetically published, and also how much control I get over the adaptation. Do I get to help with casting and deciding what to cut/change/add?
Also, I feel like if I was involved in these decisions, I'd annoy a lot of people, because I'm not one of those "the character doesn't look like how I imagined them so now I'm mad" people.
Unless a physical feature, race, gender, sexual orientation whatever, is super essential to the plot, I don't really mind when they change things in adaptations. As long as the actor suits the character!
18. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?
Most favourite- when people read it and have an emotional response.
Least favourite- trying to transfer a scene from how I see it in my head into words.
28. Handwritten notes or typed notes?
I have done both. The pro-side of typed notes is that I can't lose them, and I don't have to try and decipher my own handwriting.
The cons of typed notes is that being able to read them doesn't necessarily mean they're going to make sense when I read them back later.
(Cue me squinting at my screen- "E talks with G about life and biscuits"? What the hell does that mean?)
44. Any writing advice you want to share?
The Emotion Thesaurus
My favourite book for writing to help with showing emotions, not merely telling them.
I have it in both Kindle form and paperback, so it's always at hand.
47. What story are you most proud of?
Ohhh, this is tricky. So many, for so different reasons.
Even old fics that make me cringe somewhat now, there's always something to be proud of (look, sometimes I re-read Far Longer Than Forever, and I'm like... "where is the plot? What is the point of this?" but it was my first big multichap for the Wicked fandom, which is an achievement).
I think any fic where I've learned something from it is one I'm proud of.
63. What’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?
Huh... you know, suddenly my brain has forgotten every single thing I've ever read.
73. How do you visualize scenes? Do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?
Movie, at least as a starting point. Sometimes you start trying to describe the scene that you see in your head and then it unlocks a flow.
It depends on the scene, really.
76. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain? 
Make them realistic, not cartoonish. Unless that is the vibe you're actually going for, of course.
Motivation is important- few people do something for no reason. There's always a reason (even if it only makes sense to them) and it always starts somewhere (but hopefully it's more grounded than 'this person was mean to me one time, so now I'm gonna destroy them').
77. How do you write kissing scenes?
Vaguely. Lol.
Look, I read and watch a lot of romance books/films and that helps.
You may not be aware of this, unless you look at my avatar here super close and are familiar with your LGBT flags, but I'm ace. So, kissing is not a thing I have personal experience with to write from.
So, books are my friends here. I don't know whether any of my kissing scenes are done especially well, but I'm yet to hear any complaints.
79. Are you an over-writer, under-writer, or just-right-er?
I have probably done all three at some stage, really. So I'm not sure how to answer that.
"Just right" is always the goal, but I don't know if I'm the one to determine where the finished product falls on that spectrum.
89. Sarcastic narrators: entertaining or overdone?
I think they can be entertaining if done right. I enjoy them, but it depends on the medium. The thing about sarcasm is that so much depends on tone, otherwise people miss it.
So, it can be hard to communicate.
But I am one who finds sarcastic humour funny. There's a reason why Chandler is my favourite character on Friends.
90. Do you notice your own voice in your writing style?
Yes, but mostly in a negative way... which I don't know how to explain.
94. Do you prefer dialogue or description?
Depends on the character. Some characters are really hard for me to write dialogue for (Frex and the Wizard come to mind), so in those cases description is much easier to write.
I think there has to be a fairly even balance of both, but I probably have a bit more description in there than dialogue.
95. Do you describe a character’s appearance all right away or in pieces?
With a canon character, I don't really explain their appearance much at all- because everyone knows what they look like (Fiyero probably has the most range across the fandom, depending on whether you're writing bookverse or musicalverse and which actor(s) you picture for him).
With OCs, I guess in pieces? But still kinda vaguely.
I always just remember all the Baby-Sitters Club books I read as a kid, and they always had chapter 2 or 3 where they just described every single character in detail. I always skipped that chapter.
96. romantic/social sideplots: interesting or irritating?
Depends on the story and how they're done.
There's a lot of movies that are more action or drama based that have a romantic sideplot and sometimes it is like "this adds absolutely nothing to the story". But at the same time, if you're telling a story about people's lives, they have to live their lives. And for a large part of the population, romance is a part of that.
So I want to say "interesting when done well, irritating when done badly".
97. Abstract or detailed romance scenes?
Depends on my mood, and what kind of romantic scene we're talking about.
A proposal? Love the detail.
Weddings can go either way for me. I've written both (more detailed than not probably).
Love confession, detail.
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Thanks for all the questions, anon!
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sleepover ; c.sb
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summary : it's time to figure out where to sleep for the night. part 3 of dilf soob chronicles. send ask for more hehehe <3
pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader
warnings & other : smut, oral-fem receiving, threesome(?), some fingering, requested, DON'T read if you're uncomfortable with age gaps, daddy kink, (i just got out of having this kink but it was requested so why not), dirty talk, some beomgyu (no incest), slight possessiveness, this ones for the dilf soob shooters, a bit of somnophilia, soobin possible brat tamer moment, idk lol , semi proof read
w/c : ~3000 (long for no reason)
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“alright funs over kids,” soobin yawns as if he wasn’t just trying to finger you a half hour ago. beomgyu rolls his eyes as he stretches and you just look at the man beside you in bewilderment.
“kids?” you ask. you raise your eyebrow at him. it’s only about 1am which wasn’t too late for you. that and the fact that you feel like you were left bothered when soobin didn’t finish what he started earlier. you figure beomgyu wouldn’t be tired at this time either but soobin on the other hand-
you had to hold back a remark about him suddenly being so fatherly when it seemed like he was ok with fucking you right in front of his son earlier.
“yes kids,” he smirks. you hate that he’s teasing you right now. that was the thing about mr. choi that drew you in every time. one thing you had learned from being around mr. choi was that this man was a tease. perhaps it was because you were used to being around people your age who were much more straightforward with their advances but either way it made you want to do more and more.
you push those thoughts to the back of your brain for when the moment arises and hold back the urge to roll your eyes in front of his face. is this what beomgyu is used to?
“daddy’s taking his kids to bed, isn’t this fun,” he offhandedly says as he jokes with his son while you sit and wait for further instructions on where to sleep. maybe he thought you wouldn’t hear him but what- did he just refer to himself as daddy? you didn’t know that hearing him say that would have such an effect on you.
if you didn’t know whether or not you had a daddy kink well this moment just confirmed it. what would it take to make him refer to himself like that again?
“daddy?” you blurt without thinking. shit- beomgyu wouldn’t think that’s weird right? you were just reiterating what was said. you could play it off as being confused as to why his “playful father” was talking to his clearly grown son in such a way.
soobin pauses and takes a while to turn to you. perhaps hearing you say that affected him too. daddy? saying it himself wasn’t such a big deal because he didn’t think much of it but coming from your lips made him want to hear it more. he could get used to that sound.
“yeah...” soobin thinks out loud to himself for a moment. he could make use of this. you think your heart or something else pounds at the way soobin is looking at you right now. he looks like he has plans to eat you out right then and there but you can tell he’s holding himself back.
“yeah, daddy’s gonna take his kids to bed,” his reiterates with emphasis on the word daddy and bed. “is that ok with you y/n?”
you nod silently, suddenly giddy at the thought of finally being alone with mr. choi uninterrupted for sure this time.
“where will y/n sleep?” beomgyu asks. “i think i have the inflatable bed still in my-“
soobin cuts his son off with a click of his tongue. “i can’t have two adolescents of opposite genders sleeping in the same room together, that’s controversial.”
you subtly raise your eyebrow at him. essentially your entire relationship, if you could even call it that, was controversial. however, you were interested to see how he would play this off. it’s clear soobin wants you to himself tonight.
beomgyu almost looks like he wants to speak up to shut down the mere idea of you both fooling around alone but mr. choi continues.
“i can’t just leave y/n alone on the couch in the living room, that’s not safe. since there really are no other spare rooms i guess she’ll have to sleep in my room?”
this was true. soobin thought ahead to a plethora of different excuses as to get you in his room without coming off as suspicious. he remembered that thankfully all of the junk they had during the move was shoved into various spare rooms around the house with no space or option of clearing out a room for guests.
“i will sleep on the couch,” soobin annouces valiantly. beomgyu takes a moment to process this and takes you a bit of time too.
you thought soobin would make some lame excuse about having you sleep on the floor in his room or something to have to you near him so you’re left dumbfounded and somewhat frustrated at his thought process. he’s gonna leave me alone in his room? wasn’t the point for us to fuck?
“that sounds fair,” beomgyu concludes. he doesn’t think much of it because why would he. his father is sleeping on the couch and his neighbor is sleeping soundly in a different room. no need to get suspicious.
“well, have a good night,” beomgyu gives both of you a tight lipped smile, mainly aiming it at you and you return it kindly. i sure will.
beomgyu strides off to his room, leaving you and his father in the living room. “my beds quite comfortable but let me know if you need anything else,” he says, setting up the couch as his makeshift bed.
you look down at it. yeah, he’s definitely taller than the couch so it will be a bitch for him to sleep on that throughout the night. “i need you,” you shyly mumble. you hear him laugh a bit and look up.
he’s still wearing his work clothes except the white collared shirt has some buttons popped off and his pants have become wrinkled and baggy from wear.
you move closer to him and start to unbutton his shirt for him so that he gets comfortable. he looks between both your eyes and smiles. you almost tiptoe to reach his mouth but steps away for a minute.
“ill meet you there,” he says as he starts to set up the couch for himself. you hold back a frustrated sigh and soobin raises his brow at you. typical teen behavior.
“i’ll be asleep before you even get to the door,” you mumble impatiently. “i’ll surprise you then,” he says. “don’t be a brat.”
you roll your eyes, walking away from him to head to where you’ll be sleeping which is his room. he watches you walk away with a shake of his head. what will he do with you?
in the meantime, he sets up the living space to make it look like he was sleeping for a while in case beomgyu walks downstairs or something. he would make it look like he was sleeping and woke up to get something from his room, simple.
he didn’t even know why he felt the need to sneak around his son. he was an adult and could do what he wanted essentially. he sucks his teeth trying to not think too hard about it at the moment.
once he’s done, soobin knocks on his bedroom door lightly. while waiting for you to answer he looks around the hall. he can faintly see beomgyu's light still turned on and wonders for a moment what he could still be doing awake.
he doesn’t have time to ponder on it because all he wants is you right now. he narrows his eyes back at his door when a couple of minutes pass with no sign from you.
why is he even knocking, it’s his room after all? did he need an excuse to be here? that was the point of having you take his room instead so that he wouldn’t need an excuse to be near you because it was his room.
he opens the door slowly and peeks his head in. he’s surprised to see you sprawled out on his bed, not waiting for him but instead fast asleep. he thought you were bluffing about being asleep before he got there.
he fully steps in, eyebrows raised at the scene.
soobin closes the door lightly, contemplating whether or not to lock it, he opts for leaving it unlocked. the lights are off except for a nightlight by the bed that he uses when he can’t sleep and decides to pop open a book to read.
the glow of the light hits your skin in a way that makes you glow despite the darkness of the rest of the room. he can’t take it, if he does nothing now he won’t be in a good mood for the rest of the time that you’re here. now is your guys' only chance.
he places a knee at the foot of the bed, cringing at the squeak of the springs, fearing they might wake you up prematurely. he pauses and waits to see if you’ve awoken but sighs when you simply turn your head over.
“y/n~” he sing songs lightly. his fingers dance around your body as gently as possible. his eyes widen when he realizes you’ve put on a spare worn work shirt of his over your braless chest. “y/n~” he calls again. “why are you wearing this huh?” he plays with the mismatched buttons, popping them off one at a time leaving you topless and exposed.
you shiver when the cold air of the room hits your chest but try to shuffle yourself deeper into the warm sheets. “are you gonna wake up baby?” he shakes you but you only groan in response.
“you should wake up...you’re getting a little too wet to stay asleep for long, what will daddy do?” he hums while rubbing your panties. he visibly looks bored, as if he’s waiting for you to wake up so he takes it upon himself to speed up your waking up process.
he slides of your underwear with ease and tosses them aside. lazily he runs his two fingers up and down your folds a couple times before pushing them in you slowly to get adjusted to a slow pace.
he sighs at the warmth and the quiet wet sounds coming from you. “please wake up,” he half pleads. at that moment, you unconsciously clench around him and he bites his lip looking up at your face. your eyebrows are furrowed but you’re still asleep from what he can see.
do you think you’re having a wet dream? soobin rolls his eyes. if you would wake up you would see that it’s, in fact, real. “baby you should wake up before i start to...” he removes his fingers before he leans down and places his lips where his fingers were. tongue stroking your clit and simultaneously going in and out of your pussy skillfully, he starts to get a little too into it when you moan quietly from your "dream”. he allows himself to moan into your pussy, gripping your thigh harshly.
“at this rate..” he stops for a moment to catch his breath and breathes heavily on your sensitive skin. “you won’t need my cock,” he chuckles to himself, licking his lips of your cum.
he suddenly feels his pink hair being grabbed and when he looks up from below you, he sees your eyes are slightly parted. “no~” you whine softly, referring to his recent comment.
he says nothing witty to this, only happy to have you conscious again. maybe you planned this or maybe you really were tired, he doesn’t care anymore. “no?” he asks as he gets himself ready, positioning & aligning his cock with your entrance.
“did you know that somewhere during the end of the movie your skirt had risen up? did you do that on purpose to catch my son's attention or was that a sign? where you so needy that you wanted to give me a sign to fuck you right there? maybe you didn’t want my cock maybe you wanted beomgyu hm?” he pushes himself into you and you grab his arm for support. ok. he’s bigger than you thought.
your still half asleep mind can barely comprehend what he's saying either. is he jealous? you didn't realize your skirt came up but now you're curious to know if beomgyu was watching you instead of the screen.
soobin had gotten you ready while you were asleep and you thought you knew what to expect when you saw his cock but you weren’t expecting it to take time for you to adjust his size. you think you hear soobin mutter the word "tight" but you’re too busy trying not to die.
he goes slow at first, mumbling words under his breath in frustration. "you would open your legs for anyone that even resembles me in the slightest, that’s just what a slut you are." he rocks his hips forward expectantly and it leaves you stunned for a moment. "you would take my cock from behind while choking on beomgyu's how does that sound? maybe we could make it happen? but then again that wouldn’t satisfy someone like you, huh," he taunts when you whine. you want him to shut up so badly but at the same time, it only made your pussy throb against him at the thought. now that he placed the image of a threesome in your mind, you couldn’t shake it. it was wrong, so wrong on so many levels so why did it turn you on? you weren’t even attracted to beomgyu in that way! maybe you really were a whore just wanting to be filled up even if it meant with soobin plus his own spawn.
"shh, do you hear that?" he covers your mouth his cum drenched fingers, cutting off whatever sound you might produce from slowing down. at first, you don’t hear anything other than soobin's heavy breaths in your ear. after a moment, the faint sound of grunting hits your ears. it takes you a while to figure out what that sound is and where it could be coming from but when you recognize the low sounds your eyes widen as they stare back into soobin’s smug expression.
“they grow up so fast~," he sing songs. "see what happens when you tease? he probably caught a glimpse of your panties when your skirt rode up and he’s going just off that, poor kid." he frowns, he rocks his hips teasingly. you squeeze your eyes shut, there's too much tension right now. "i wonder how he would feel if he found out his dad was fucking his neighbor?" he bucks his hips up into you and thankfully his hand is still covering your mouth or you would’ve moaned loud enough for beomgyu to hear.
“daddy please," you beg, albeit a bit muffled. "please what slut?" "please fuck me please" you whine pathetically. you try to move your hips to gain some kind of friction but he stops you. "aren’t you afraid beomgyu might hear? it would be bad if he found out what we were doing right now."
you can feel your throbbing pussy going numb with soobin’s cock just sitting there inside you so you have to be quick witted and play with his ego. even though he was a grown man and father he was still just a man. "daddy please,” you moan. if you fuck me beomgyu won't disturb us after he hears how good you make me feel? and if he does he’ll just have to watch and see how it’s do-”
short gasps of air leave your throat as it’s all you manage as he sporadically slams himself deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. "stop thinking about beomgyu", you think he says. you’re not sure and you don’t care because at this point you’re too dazed to form a single thought. you for sure aren’t thinking about beomgyu, not with dick like this in you.
you think you hear beomgyu's pained gasp and chants of your name get louder but it could just be soobin. no, those breaths sound further away and deeper. you want to cry thinking about how beomgyu's deep voice would mix with soobin's lighter one. you can only imagine soobin’s grunts in your right ear as beomgyu whines in your left. it almost overstimulates you.
maybe beomgyu thinks both of you are asleep or perhaps you all are being so loud that no one can hear each other but you’re almost certain beomgyu is being painfully loud and obvious right now, as are you both.
soobin doesn't even try to hold back anymore as he leans up from his hovering position over you to hang his head back and full on moan when you clench around him for the last time. he pulls out and comes all over your stomach and chest, staining a bit of his shirt that you were wearing. you shudder at the feeling of being empty so suddenly.
"go back to sleep," he says, brushing his hand over your sweaty face. "don't worry, i'll clean you up and stay for a little while after."
the next morning is awkward, to say the least. seemingly all three of you wake up around the same time, soobin being the first one up to make breakfast for all of you. as you and beomgyu walk down the stairs together, beomgyu doesn’t bring up how he saw his father earlier walk out of his room after explicitly stating he would sleep on the couch or how he masturbated to you loud enough that he's sure you heard.
you’re only slightly at ease the beomgyu doesn’t mention anything about the sound levels of last night or the limp in your step.
you don’t remember much but you think it got to a point where you and soobin didn’t care much about how loud you were being and you were sure beomgyu heard.
you wanted to face palm at how this all turned out.
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cocosstories · 3 years
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Sebastian Stan One Shot
Prompt:
sebastian stan x reader and their first time smut
Warning: Smut
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You and Sebastian had been friends for years, meeting for the first time at a mutual friends wedding.
As time passed, you and Seb became pretty close and because of this, your group of friends always tried to get you together.
"We are just friends!"
You would say repeatedly when they inevitably began asking about the two of you.
"Oh come on. You honestly have never even thought about just sleeping with him? I mean Seb is hot. If I weren't married..."
"Y/F/N!"
You turn in the passenger seat of her car in shock at her statement.
"What? I mean you won't fuck him so why can't I fantasize about it?"
She replies with a shrug.
It was fourth of July weekend and the two of you were on your way to the Hamptons to spend the holiday partying at your friends huge beach house.
Sebastian was coming too and you were already trying to figure out ways to avoid the inevitable things your friends were going to try to do to get you to hook up.
"Holy shit, this is amazing!"
You say, stepping out of the car as you pull up.
"Yeah, we finally finished renovating. Just in time for this weekend."
Y/F/N says with a devilish smile before heading up to the house to join her husband and Sebastian who were already there.
"Hey, Y/N."
Sebastian smiles and hugs you.
"Hey Seabass."
You reply.
You could feel your friends staring as the two of you hugged and quickly pulled out of his embrace so you didn't give them anymore ammunition.
"Oh, Y/N, I forgot to tell you, we were trying to figure out the rooms and you and Sebastian are going to have to share."
Your friend says, turning to walk into the house before you can protest.
"CONVENIENT!!"
You yell after her as she giggles.
"So where is this room?"
You ask her husband who leads you and Sebastian through the beach house and to the room your friend has assigned you to.
"What. The. Fuck."
You say as you look around the room.
It was set up as like a honeymoon suite.
Champagne, roses, candles and even silk sheets.
"What the hell does she think is going to happen? That we are going to sleep in the same bed and all of a sudden your penis is going to end up in my vagina like magic?"
You rant and Sebastian laughs.
"Y/N, Y/N, hey it's just for a weekend. It's not that big of a deal and they can't make us do anything."
Seb says putting a hand on each shoulder to get you to focus.
You nod with a sigh, knowing he was right, they couldn't make you hook up with Seb.
"Alright, fine but I swear I am going to kill her if she pulls anything else."
Sebastian agrees and the two of you get ready for the nights festivities.
It was a party set up on the beach just off the house and your friends spared no expense.
A DJ, dancefloor, all the booze you could ever ask for at the open bar and everything started with a beautiful sunset dinner near the water.
As the party really got going, you headed to the bar with a few friends, ready to do some shots, Sebastian joining in.
A few hours later, you were on the dancefloor, feeling pretty good when Sebastian is brought over by your friend.
"You two should dance!"
She yells over the music and pushes the two of you together just as a slower song begins to play.
You didn't know if it was the alcohol, the music or just the feeling of Sebastian's arms around you but you couldn't help but give into your friends request.
"Lets go upstairs."
Sebastian whispers in your ear and against everything sober you had said, drunk you agreed.
The two of you barely make it to your room before his lips are on yours.
You wake up the next morning to a raging hangover, most of the night before blank in your mind.
Sebastian is softly snoring next to you and you decide to get up to pee.
As you do, you become painfully aware that you are naked and carefully lift the sheets to see if Sebastian is as well.
"Fuck."
You whisper.
Getting up, you give yourself a second to let the room stop spinning before you quietly find some sweats and a tshirt in your bag.
You quickly get dressed and grab your phone and bag before sneaking out of the bedroom and run downstairs.
"Y/N! Finally you're awake!"
Your friend says, her voice like a meat cleaver slicing through your pounding head.
"Yeah, hey, can we go get breakfast?"
You ask.
"Sure. Should we wait for Sebastian?"
"No. Um he wants to sleep. Just us ok?"
With that, she agrees and the two of you head off into town to her favorite breakfast spot.
After getting a booth and ordering some coffee, you make your way to the bathroom, just getting there before the contents of you stomach make their way back out of you.
Twenty minutes later you rejoin your friend who had ordered you the perfect hungover breakfast and begin to eat.
"Your phone has been going off like crazy."
She says, pushing it towards you and you see the multiple missed calls from Sebastian before putting it in your purse.
As you eat, the night begins to come back to you in flashes.
The dinner, the party, shots, dancing with Sebastian, going up to the room, the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands running all over your body until he reaches behind you to unzip your dress.
You try to shake the image out of your head but it only brings up more images.
The look in his eyes as he kneels in front of you while he pulls your panties off, the feeling of his stubble tickling your leg as he leaves a trail of kisses up it, the feeling of his hair as your fingers run through it while he eats you out.
"Shit."
You mumble under your breath.
"What's wrong?"
Your friend ask and you shake your head.
"Nothing, bit my cheek."
You lie.
The sound of your voice moaning his name, nearly begging for more before he stands up and pulls off his pants and underwear, revealing his very hard member.
'Tell me what you want'
You close your eyes and can hear his voice clear as day as the full scene comes into your mind.
'Fuck me.'
You replied, watching him contemplate.
You groan as he waits, wondering what you will do if he refuses.
You reach down and begin playing with yourself as he stands back and watches with a satisfied smirk.
'You want some help?'
He asks before he moves your fingers and replaces them with his own.
His body felt amazing on top of yours.
"Y/N!"
You are brought out of your memories when your friend nearly screams your name to get your attention.
"Sorry, what?"
"I said, Sebastian just texted me and he wants to know why you won't answer. He needs to talk to you."
"Alright, just tell him we will be back later."
You sigh and pick at your food.
"Why are you avoiding Seb?"
She asks.
"I'm not."
More images begin to flood your brain as the feeling of him sliding inside of you hits.
You swear his eyes were more blue than normal as he looks into yours for just a second as he pumps in and out of you harder and harder at your request.
"Bullshit. You are avoiding him. Wait...oh my God, you had sex last night! Didn't you?"
You groan.
You friend could always read you like an open book and to be honest, you were shocked it took her this long to figure it all out.
"I knew it! Everyone said I was crazy to think that you two would give in one day but I knew it would happen!"
She says happily and you roll your eyes.
His grunts and groans fill your head as he fists the sheets to keep his balance.
You could almost feel yourself clench around him as the heat  builds.
He catches your lips for a second just before he cums and buries his head in your neck.
His sloppy thrusts were just enough to push you over the edge and your toes curl as your orgasm hits, nearly making you black out.
You swallow hard as the diner and your friend come back into focus.
"So, you're avoiding him because you slept with him?"
She asks and you groan.
"It just happened. We were drunk. Like really drunk and when I woke up this morning, I didn't even remember it."
You finally admit.
"Oh, that bad huh?"
You glare as she laughs at her own joke.
"I remember it now, smart ass and it was not bad."
You take a sip of your coffee with your eyebrow raised.
"So if it was good, then why won't you talk to him?"
You sigh.
"Because drunk sex is always good and Seb and I are friends. I don't want to complicate that."
Your friend shakes her head.
"That's not it. You don't want to admit that we have all been right this whole time and there could actually be something between you two."
You spend the remainder of breakfast thinking about your friends words and before you knew it, you were headed back to the house to talk to Sebastian.
"Hey."
You say making your way into the bedroom, finding him sitting on the bed
"Hi."
He says with a small smile.
"Look, Sebastian, last night was unexpected. Amazing but unexpected and I know I shouldn't have bolted like I did but I really don't want to complicate things so lets chalk it up to the alcohol and our friends getting in our heads and leave it at that."
The words come out quickly, you wanting to make sure he couldn't interrupt your speech before you could finish.
"What if I don't want to just leave it at that?"
He asks, stopping you in your tracks as you head to the bathroom for a shower.
"What?"
He crawls to the end of the bed.
"What if I don't want to leave it at that? What if I want to try what happened last night again? Sober this time?"
He says with a slight smirk.
You cross your arms and look at him.
"Lets do it again, sober."
He says again, reaching for you, hoping you will give into him.
Your mind races, searching for the answer of what to do, one side wanting to do it again, the other screaming not to risk ruining your friendship.
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so I went to the tax shop today. you know the people that do your taxes for you. i went during my lunch break, walking quick, as if i had no time to lose. you see, i was late for filling my taxes.
six months late.
almost to the day, isn't it poetic.
followers of this blog know that i've been struggling with what i'm pretty sure is adhd. the pandemic made whatever i have in my brain worse, like it did with all of us.
so here i was, six months late, entering the tax shop that's litterally down the street.
'I came to do my taxes? The 2020 ones.' Because last year the same had happened and they had, for a moment, thought I was doing them early. If only. 'The ones we were supposed to send, in, huh, April? I think.'
If the clerk was not impressed, he was even less with the stack of paper I handed him. One file was labeled "income", the other "deductions".
The clerk was puzzled by so much paper. 'I'm freelance,' I mumbled. 'Artist. Writer. I work from home.'
He started looking at all the prints. See, I was smart, in 2020. When I lost my job and had to resort to whatever I could do to stay afloat, I knew I had to be prepared. So I filed religiously all the invoices i sent, and printed the receipts of the things I had to buy.
He looked at them, puzzled. He didn't know what Redbubble and Etsy were. He didn't understand what I had to buy copies from my own book from Amazon, or my publishers. I had to mumble an explanation for everything: the shipping materials, the printer, the computer programs, while he kept frowning.
I had done part of the job already. I had highlighted all the totals and wrote what every print meant in the margin. They were organized by type of income, type of deductions.
People at work will tell you I'm incredibly organized. That's actually my whole job: being organized enough for a whole team.
But at some point, in April, I didn't finish my taxes. I left them there. I still had time before the deadline.
And then things started happening. Good things, bad things, urgent things, better things. And I didn't finish my taxes. The file stayed on my desk, in plain sight, for half a year while it tortured me inside. Every week in my planner, I wrote "Do your taxes, bitch" in big capital letters, underlined three times.
Yesterday, I was fighting my brain and doing a dozen small things that needed doing online. And I thought "Oh, I think I can do it.'
And I did.
The clerk was still frowning. 'Why isn't all of this already added?'
I wanted to say 'I can't. I have tried. For half a year. But I can't.'
Instead I mumbled: 'Huh, can, can someone here do it? I'm not able to. I can't.'
'This is going to cost you extra. Maybe 200$'
I don't care I don't care I don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i dontcarwidobtxare i don't csre
'It's ok.'
'You're missing file 31.'
i was about to cry.
'I'll check at home.'
He took the file, entered my name in the computer, and wished me a good day.
walking home, i felt nothing.
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Sashimi Chain of Sickness 🍣
A.N : askjdbskd ok so the cat is out of the bag, finally me and @spence-sickfics can post our babies here :D a chain of sickness in bangtan’s dorm ! idk what else to tell, but we have a fun time working it and i hope you guys enjoy this story as much as we enjoy writing it ! :D here we go for the first day ~ it’s a long ride but i hope you like it :] ((you can read it on @spence-sickfics blog too!))
Sickie : Namjoon and Jungkook // Caretaker : Yoongi, Taehyung 
TW : emeto 
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Day One:
(by sickyoonminie)
Namjoon curled his body smaller. He’d been awakened early by a series of cramps seizing through his stomach. He pressed his palm deeper into his stomach, hoping that the pressure might alleviate the cramps.
But it failed.
He rolled onto his back and let out an exhausted groan. His right hand mindlessly stretched to his phone on the nightstand. He squinted when the bright screen hit his eyes. 7AM.
He let the phone plop down before nuzzling himself deeper to the pillow. He tried to sleep again but nothing was working, so he got up from his bed, stretching his arms high above his head.
After a quick shower, he put on fresh clothes, and headed downstairs.
"Joonie, why are you up so early?" Seokjin greeted him from the kitchen, his hand busy with the toast and scrambled egg. For some reason, the sight of food made Namjoon’s stomach swirl. He feels full, despite not eating anything since last night.
"Can't sleep again", he mumbled as he set himself to water. Gulping it down in one go. He frowns when it feels heavy on his stomach.
Something is wrong with him.
But he shrugs it off. Maybe it's his nerves, or maybe he's too exhausted.
"You want some?", Seokjin asks, placing the scrambled egg on top of the toasted bread. Namjoon shakes his head, taking another gulp of water.
Seokjin takes one for himself before sitting next to Namjoon.
After that, it’s silence between them. But the members started going downstairs one by one, and it didn't take long before the kitchen became “lively”.
Namjoon tries to fall into conversation, but he just—didn't have the energy for that.
" You okay, Joon-ah?", Yoongi slides quietly beside him as they walked to their car.
"Huh? What do you mean hyung?"
Yoongi shrugs, "I don't know. You look a little off today, or maybe that was just my feeling"
Namjoon hums, glancing at him as they get inside their car. They sit in the middle seat.
"I just, don't get enough sleep", Namjoon sighs and leans on the window.
" You should stop caved in your studio", Yoongi mumbles, gaining a scoff from the younger, "Says you hyung"
Yoongi chuckles, "Try to sleep for few minutes"
And maybe Namjoon will comply.
It's Namjoon's fault that he just brushed off the uncomfortable feeling in his body this morning. As a result, he just feels worse by now.
He curled on the couch in his studio. He's shivering, despite the air conditioner being off. His hand settled on his stomach that has been so upset, like nauseous, but at the same time it feels bloated too.
Everything just felt off for him.
A sudden knock interrupts his thoughts. He groans before getting up. His muscles ache.
"Hyung! Are you busy? We want to get dinner!"Jungkook's doe eyes and bunny smile is the one who greeted him as he opened the door.
Namjoon leaned on the door, feeling tired.
"We? Is everyone coming?"
Jungkook nods, "Yes! Even Yoongi-hyung"
Namjoon contemplates for a second. Maybe he just needs to eat to make everything that has been going on in his body go away. If he thinks about it, his appetite hasn't been the best as he was too busy with the album preparation.
He sighs before mustering a smile "Tell them to wait for me. I'm coming"
Jungkook nods before giving him a thumbs-up, "Thank you, hyung!"
"Woah, this place is .. crowded", Hoseok chimed in, throwing his arms around Namjoon's shoulder as they stepped into the restaurant. Namjoon wants to bat it away, as it pressed his sweater to his skin that had been prickling uncomfortably because of his fever. But he's too lazy to do it.
" Don't worry, we had booked a secluded place", Seokjin says from behind.
Taehyung walks alongside Namjoon as they all walk to their table. Taehyung grabs the chair closest to the door before he sits down, while Jimin sits beside Taehyung. He scoots closer to Jungkook in the corner, as Yoongi takes the seat directly across from Jimin and beside Namjoon. Seokjin and Hoseok settle on the remaining orders, and Namjoon orders the same dish as Jungkook and Seokjin. Sashimi. It suits for dinner as it's not too heavy but enough to make him full. The waiter leaves as soon as their order comes. Namjoon lets out a breath as he relaxes.
They were having a nice meal, talking, and laughing. Namjoon can see that they're having fun. And the food is nice. He even got three servings, hoping that eating more could somehow drown out the pain in his stomach.
It was just as he finished his third plate when he felt an odd sense of pain in his tummy, and for some reason, the sashimi tasted funny too. He glanced at Seokjin and Jungkook. They seem fine, munching happily. He shrugs, maybe it's only his tongue messing with him. He had been felt off the whole day anyway.
He decided to just let it go. He'll think about it later.
"Hyung", Jungkook calls him when they are seated on the couch, everyone was retreating to their room. Ready to go to sleep.
" Hm?" Namjoon hums, not opening his eyes. He's tired. He's full. It feels like energy just sucked out of his body. And he could feel his fever going worse too.
"Um, are you feeling fine?", Namjoon tilts his head, looking at the younger with a frown, "What?"
"I mean. The sashimi .. it was fine, right?", Jungkook bites his lip, fiddling with his fingers. His eyes were wide, afraid of what Namjoon would say.
"What?", Namjoon blinks, "Yeah. Yes, it was".
"Oh."
Namjoon opens his mouth. Then closes it.
"Then maybe my tongue is just being funny", Jungkook said. A slight grin on his face. It looks more forced than usual. " Okay then I will get ready for bed, hyung. Go to bed soon, you look tired,", he adds, giving a squeeze on Namjoon's shoulder before he retreats to his and Namjoon’s shared bathroom.
Namjoon looks at the younger's retreating figure before looking at his hands. There is a dull pain in his stomach which started to hurt right after Jungkook asked him that. He doesn't like that. And he doesn't like the suspicion that comes after.
He stands up, heading towards his bedroom. Freshens his body and downing a Pepto-bismol along with some fever medicine that Seokjin bought a few months ago.
Maybe, it was just him being paranoid—in addition to his off-ish body the whole day.
It will be fine after he sleeps. Right?
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Night One:
(written by spence-sickfics)
Jungkook hadn’t been able to go to sleep until almost midnight. It seemed all the other boys had agreed on going to bed early, as everyone was most likely preparing for another long day at the studio. Jungkook, however, was too uncomfortable to sleep. Uncomfortable, mostly in his head. A nagging worry about Namjoon’s quietness throughout the day. Another worry, that the sashimi tasted kind of off. A bigger worry, maybe that Namjoon was sick or hurt and that’s why he ate so much. After knowing the leader for ten years, Jungkook was familiar with Namjoon’s tendencies to conceal any sort of discomfort he felt physically. And Jungkook also knew that the leader liked to eat a lot at meals that he didn’t want to talk at. To keep his mouth busy, probably. Maybe Namjoon was sick from the sort of strange-tasting sashimi? No, that didn’t make sense. He was acting weird before that. And if that was true, then both Jungkook and Seokjin should be sick by now. Come to think of it, though, Jungkook was noticing a dull ache in his belly as the hours ticked by.
Speaking of the hours, he’d lost track of time by around eleven pm. Namjoon was asleep in bed beside him by that point, in fact, he assumed everyone was asleep except for him. Jungkook had tried to go to sleep for around thirty minutes, but to no avail as the pain in his upper stomach grew. He’d taken a single painkiller at around 10pm, going back to bed and looking at his phone. But whatever he had taken wasn’t doing much to cover up the twisting sensation he experienced. He’d been able to distract himself, though, dully scrolling through social media and wishing he could fall asleep. He wondered if it’s what Namjoon had been feeling like every night recently, he’d overhead Seokjin and Yoongi expressing concerns for the leader’s insomnia. Whatever it was, though, Jungkook was able to fall asleep upon taking the painkiller. It hadn’t done much, but it had fogged up his brain enough to let his worries fade away.
Jungkook woke up again at around two in the morning, to a sharper stabbing pain in his stomach that made tears well up in his eyes. He sat up quickly, placing and arm over his middle and realized how sick he felt. His stomach looked horribly bloated, it felt like the contents were fighting to get out and it was making too much noise. He felt nauseous, not in a particularly heavy way, but more the feeling of disgusting sickness. He felt Namjoon stir, but not wake next to him. Jungkook needed his hyung’s comfort badly, but didn’t want to wake up Namjoon as he knew how tired he must be. His stomach was rolling as he let a quiet burp escape him and moaned quietly, putting his head in his hands. He hiccuped, and a wave of vomit splashed in the back of his throat. Before he could even process what was really going on, Jungkook clamped a hand over his mouth and ran out of the room, into his and Jimin’s shared bathroom. At that point, he bent over the sink and let the surge of vomit come out from his mouth. He winced at the sight of barely-digested sashimi. It must have been bad, he thought before his stomach cramped and he was sent into another wave of throwing up. He kept feeling his throat constricting with gags, feeling fearful for a minute until he felt a warm hand on his back and saw the lights turn on.
“You’re okay, Kook,” Namjoon whispered, his voice hoarse from sleep. Jungkook panted, then turned on the water to wash the sink out. “You all done?” Namjoon asked, and Jungkook nodded. He still felt terrible. Lucid. He knew he didn’t have a fever and he didn’t feel like throwing up again but his stomach was killing him.
“Yeah, sorry Joon, I just feel really sick all of the sudden. I think it was the sashimi. Do you feel sick too?” Jungkook asked as Namjoon guided him to a seated position on the ground together.
Namjoon swallowed, and Jungkook saw how pale the older looked. “No, not really,” Namjoon said lowly. His words were punctuated by a low gurgle from his stomach, and Namjoon paled further.
“That didn’t sound ‘not really sick’, Joon,” Jungkook offered.
“Yeah, says you,” Namjoon mumbled, “Worry about yourself.” Namjoon hadn’t meant to come off so sharp, but being distracted from what he felt like was his job to take care of Jungkook was the worst. The pain in his stomach had gotten worse too, making him more irritable and a sense of nausea was now bothering him too.
Jungkook frowned. “I’m sorry, hyung.” He looked sad to be scolded, and Namjoon instantly felt terrible for speaking to him in such a way. He wanted to apologize, but he felt nausea rising in his chest along with the guilt. He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a gag and he leaned over the toilet, shutting his eyes tight and breathing heavily while waiting for it to come. Jungkook’s eyes went wide before he went over to put a hand on Namjoon’s back, and patted gently as vomit came rushing out of Namjoon’s mouth and splashed into the toilet. His body was shaking badly, likely a product of fever. It looked more than painful.
Jungkook felt himself get nauseous again just watching Namjoon and had to stand up before gagging again and throwing up a bit more into the sink. Namjoon was heaving, probably too loudly to hear Jungkook getting sick anyways. When Jungkook was done, he returned to Namjoon, who finished up a few seconds later after a few quiet dry retches.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook whispered, “Shit, you are sick. Lay down, please.” Namjoon obliged and lay as far as he could, upper body resting on the edge of the bathtub and hands over his face.
“Jungkook, can you please get Hoseok or something? I feel awful,” Namjoon admitted and Jungkook looked at him. His stomach was bloated, face pale and sweaty. He looked awful, and Jungkook almost said yes. But he was suddenly feeling really nauseous again, and his stomach was hurting worse.
“Uhm, I’m not sure if I can--huhghh--” Jungkook tried to speak but was cut off by a violent gag as he went back to the sink and threw up again, more undigested food pouring out in a thick stream from his stomach. It was Namjoon this time to stand up shakily and put a much-too-warm hand on the younger’s back, still feeling feverish but wanting to help Jungkook badly. He rubbed the back gently, until Jungkook was reduced to dry gags. His face felt sweaty as Namjoon pulled back the overgrown black hair into a ponytail to avoid getting it stuck in vomit. Namjoon’s hands were shaking badly, and Jungkook swore he could feel the body heat radiating from the older.
“Ughh, Namjoon, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook muttered, sliding a hand up under his shirt to put on his stomach, “My stomach hurts so bad, hyung.” He turned around to look at Namjoon, who still looked pale. Eyes half-shut, not able to pay attention to whatever Jungkook was saying. The singer gently placed a hand on Namjoon’s forehead and frowned when he felt how warm it was. “Oh, gosh, hyung, you feel warm.” Namjoon hummed in agreement, opening his eyes slightly. Jungkook was unsure what to do, still feeling sick himself when he saw Taehyung walk through the door. His eyes were puffy from sleep, but he could still see the situation at hand and was concerned immediately.
“Jungkook-ah? Namjoon-ah? Are you guys sick?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.
Jungkook nearly cried from relief. “I was sick a couple times, and he was too, I think he has a fever, thank you for coming, Tae.”
“Huh? Why are you sick? How is Namjoon even standing up, his eyes are closed?” Taehyung’s brain was too foggy from sleep.
“I think the sashimi, but maybe Namjoon-hyung was sick from something else too, he has a fever. He’s falling asleep right now, at first he was holding me up but now I’m holding him up, as you can see.” Jungkook responded, and cleared his throat. “Can you please get him some fever medicine? I can’t take care of him, my stomach still feels so sick.”
“Yeah, of course, please lay him down for a second. He needs some rest. I’m gonna get some medicine, and, uh...Seokjin-hyung. I’ll get him too. You don’t have a fever?” Taehyung responded.
“No, I feel really awake and lucid actually. My head is clear, it’s just my stomach, which --” he paused to inhale shakily as a worse cramp wracked his stomach “--could you get some medicine for, please?” Jungkook said.
“Yeah, of course. I’ll be right back.” Taehyung left the room. Jungkook spoke gently to Namjoon.
“Hey, let’s sit down for a second, Joon. Just rest a little and we’re gonna give you some medicine,” he said. Namjoon nodded and sat down, resting his back on the wall. His eyes were open, but glossy and not really looking at anything in particular. “Gosh, Namjoon, it really seems like throwing up made you so much groggier, yeah?” Jungkook tried to joke, but no response. Namjoon just closed his eyes slightly. Jungkook frowned in worry and felt the leader’s forehead again. Somehow, it felt warmer than before. And crap, he’d forgotten to ask Taehyung to bring a thermometer. He’d probably remember it anyway, though. And Jungkook was looking forward to nothing more than being able to rest. He could still feel the cramps twisting in his stomach, and he’d been able to bear through them for the past few minutes but now he wasn’t sure if he could do it anymore. He was beginning to feel sicker by the second, too. His lower stomach was churning as well, and it felt almost like there was a rock sitting in his stomach. He wanted to feel better so badly. His fingers played with his small ponytail, as they always did when he got anxious. The worst part of this was he knew what food poisoning felt like. He knew that this would last much longer than just a few hours, and he hated nothing more than feeling sick and useless. He needed more than anything a few cuddles from Taehyung once he got Seokjin taking care of Namjoon. Jungkook sighed to himself as he thought about it. A cuddle and a stomach rub from Taehyung was the best thing he could possibly imagine. Just a few more minutes.
A few minutes went faster than Jungkook predicted, and it felt like no time had passed when Taehyung came through the door again, followed by Yoongi this time. Jungkook stood up, “Tae, why is Yoongi here? I thought you were going to get Seokjin,” Jungkook asked.
Taehyung shook his head. “Yoongi said that Seokjin was complaining that his stomach hurt really badly before he went to bed. He ate the sashimi too, so he’s probably sick.” Taehyung paused. “Jungkook, let me take you to my room and get back to bed. You look really pale.”
Jungkook nodded. “Be gentle with him though, Yoongi, he’s so tired.” Yoongi nodded in understanding and kneeled down close to Namjoon as Taehyung helped Jungkook stand up. They were halfway out the door before Yoongi spoke.
“Taehyung. He has a fever of nearly 101 degrees (38.5 celsius). Should I call the staff?” Taehyung turned back around.
“101 isn’t too high. Just let me know if it gets worse. I’m bringing Jungkook to my room, and since I don’t have a roommate right now we won’t wake anyone up. You should bring Namjoon back to your and Seokjin’s bed. Keep an eye on them both, okay?” Taehyung responded, still gently using his hands to stabilize Jungkook.
“Sounds good,” Yoongi said, and Taehyung walked off with Jungkook. "Come on, Kook-ah. Let's get you to rest, hm?"
Yoongi kneels down as well in front of Namjoon who looks in pain, brushing his damp hair slightly, “Joon-ah, let’s rest too?”
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I decided to reread the MHA LN Chapter 4, you know, the canon bkdk angsty slow-burn fanfic 😌😌 Spreading the BKDK LN agenda because WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE !!
Anyway, I FOUND ANOTHER TRANSLATION but sadly OP haven't finished it yet 😢
And since I need an emotional outlet so I can scream at how they're so canon, Im'ma do it here ahwjdhfjsh 👀✨
Warning: Long post; potential manga spoilers
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– I forgot that this chapter literally started with the angst 😭 Deku saying that he can't imagine having lunch with Kacchan is like a pain in the gut. He just wanna be friends with his Kacchan again 😢
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– One word, ✨SOULMATES ✨ afshshahah PLS, even the universe can't help but ship them together 😩✋ they're fruityness is on whole a new level I CAN'T 💚🧡
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– I see what you're doing Bakugou 👀 You really can't leave your sweet broccoli behind huh?? Also, crybaby Macchan and aggressive Takkun?? 🤔 Do I need to say more? 🧐
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– If that's not flirting then idk what is 🤷 also, "In front of my soba? Really?" (Todoroki, probably)
– There's no ss but I just wanna give a special mention to jealous!Bakugou. No cos srsly, implying you're not friends with Deku as if you're not dying to hold his hand then getting irritated over Todoroki claiming the "friend" card 😩 Just, Bakugou, don't @ me ☺️💢
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– The angst had reached full force it seems ಥ‿ಥ The line was cut but it actually says "Not friends, just childhood friends" 😭😭 and I am telling you Im'ma throw my brand new book when Bakugou explicitly acknowledges Midoriya as his boyfriend. Because before they were rivals, Bakugou and Midoriya were first friends. And I'm not saying that they aren't one now because we as readers, can definitely see they care for each other. But the question is, do they already see the other as a friend and not just a mere rival? They don't cos they're boyfriends your honor
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– Tbh, It still haven't sinked in that this is kind of canon 🤧 This is such a cliched romantic scene like wtf?? So what's next? The full moon is illuminating half of Bakugou's face, red eyes glowing and face soft from the natural white luminescence or something sappy like that?? 😩😩 I love it
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– Izuku in this LN chapter whenever he talks about Bkg: ✨ THEIR RELATIONSHIP ✨
– I know, I get it. You don't have to shove it my face every single time Deku 😌 and pls, why are you still flirting at the middle of the night?? Or was it pining that I see 🤔 i mean comparing each other to their kid parallels 😕 hmm a severe case of mutual pining indeed
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– Yes yes, of course you're only looking for food stalls Mr. Bakugou "Tsundere" Katsuki, I completely don't believe that you're worried about the kids. No! of course not! Who says you want the kids to reconcile so they wouldn't experience the pain that you and a certain green had gone through?? Hahaha I mean It's not like they're your parallel what??hmmm no no, go on, look for takoyaki or smthn ☺️☺️
– Wait, did the last part say '"Bakugou grabbed Izuku's face and pushed it away..." Aksfksjdhdisjs what in the actual gay fanfic is this??!! Or wait, is this what Bkg usually do to Deku in the official art he's like, I love agressively gripping your head as I entangle my fingers on your soft curls but no homo💀
Since OP's translation isn't complete, I'm going to use Lau Ren's translation and yes I'm continuing this shit even though Tumblr mobile only lets me post 10 pics per post
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– Bkdk domesticity with children pt. 95736 💚🧡 They love kids so much 😩 Yk I'd donate my kidney just to see this ANIMATED ✨ like this has so much fluff potential 🤧 Or at the very least a drama CD. I'd ascend 😭
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– WHAT THE FUDGE ?!! I'M SCREAMING 😭 I SAY IT AGAIN 💞 SOULMATES✨ and pls, it has my favorite fic trope, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings. Anyway, I need a minute to collect myself cos I can't move past the "With the said person himself nearby, Kacchan thought his fate had gone crazy" ( ≧Д≦) dammit Katsuki, why r u so gay. Izuku loves you, you emotionally constipated gremlin
I have reached my 10 picture limit so I'm just gonna copy paste some of the twts 💀 I hope I don't get in trouble lmao Xd
- Kacchan fixed his gaze to Deku who looked relieved. "He..."
- Somehow, Kacchan remembered the fight they had after All Might's retirement. It was the first time they were able to let out their conflicts sincerely. Although his fear towards Deku had decreased since then, there was still a feeling of disgust about Deku being a hero who save others residing in Kacchan.
- He couldn't understand it. But he knew, there will always a being whom he cannot understand
– Bkg rlly said 👀 on Deku while having angsty thoughts ಥ╭╮ಥ Looking back on this tho, I just can't help but be proud when I remember 285. Bakugou is loud but he is very rational in battles. He thinks of a plan on the spot meaning he's mind is on work 24/7.
– When he had his "My body just moved on its own" moment, Katsuki had understood Deku and his nature to "Save to Win." It'ss that Katsuki must not analyze it with his brain, but instead feel it with his heart 💚🧡 And this is the reason why I badly want to see him on the manga 😭 that was some MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I'm ahwjdhfjsh
– Takkun and Maachan's pinky swear deserves their own mention. They're so pure 😩✋
- He said he still hasn't done hatsumoude so Kacchan can go first, but Kacchan refused and wouldn't let Deku do hatsumoude before him.
- Kacchan tried to take a head start, but in the end, they ended up visiting and praying together.
– AND WE'RE BACK with the gays 😌 hsjdjajs they compete with every single thing it's honestly cute. Also YES THEY PRAYED TOGETHER and shoujo scenes with the main couple praying on the shrine but make it BKDK flashed before my eyes 😖✨
- After finishing their prayers, Deku looked at Kacchan, "What did you wish for?" "Shut up."
- Even with Kacchan's sulking expression seen from the side, Deku felt that they had wished for the same thing.
– DEKU YOU'RE BEING TOO LOUD!! I just can't with these two 😩✋ Both of them are down so bad for each other and you can't tell me otherwise 💚✨🧡
- With those serious eyes, Deku knew they were aiming for the same thing. Win to save, save to win. To be the best heroes.
- Deku knew well that he and Kacchan are polar opposites. But even so, Deku couldn't imagine a world in which Kacchan doesn't exist.
– Deku just went 😍 on Kacchan and thought "I CAN'T IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT YOU 🧡💚" (insert Imagine by Ben Platt)
– I can't even stress how much I love this line, y'all this is so misleading I-- this is too much 😭 Anyway, I believe this go both ways. Bakugou can't also see a world without Deku in it, and since Deku decided to be the self-sacrificing person he is, I'll just SCREAM IN CH. 304 ( ≧Д≦)
- Seeing the two praying side by side, he commented, "so you've become good friends now, huh."
- Both of them immediately opposed, and Kacchan threatened to explode Shoto's mouth for saying such a disgusting thing.
– Let's go Todoroki, best wingman 🤣 And flustered Bakugou makes a reappearance hdjsja Dammit half n' half I ain't flirting with Deku fvck you
And this is where it ends afshshaha anyway bkdk canon 💚🧡
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getitinbusan · 4 years
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Finger Bang!
Jeongguk Smut
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More than pleased with himself, Jeongguk stared at how wet the bed was.
Quickly undoing his pants he knew he could pull another orgasm out of you while you were still blissed out. He brushed the damp hair off your cheek and kissed it.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to seeing that."
It had been a few weeks since this new talent revealed itself and he was determined to perfect the craft.
If he curled his fingers just right, and dragged them in and out at a steady pace, he could make you squirt like a soup dumpling. 
"So fucking wet, I can't believe how much your pussy loves my fingers." 
So while you lay in the aftermath, mind blank, muscles limp, he'd hop on and fuck you the rest of the way into oblivion replacing your fluids with his.
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Walking through the airport you grabbed hold of him. Instead of taking his whole hand, you gripped your two favorite fingers and gave them a tight teasing squeeze.
"You really like those huh?"
"I thought it was obvious?"
Pressing his digits up to your lips you kissed them softly.
"I'm going to miss them this week, do you really have to go?"
"You're not going to miss me? Just my fingers?" He laughed, "You know you've got your own right?" 
"Not the same Guk. I love you, you'd better hurry back." 
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The day before he was scheduled to return he messaged you. 
JK: I can't wait to see you tomorrow, I have a surprise. 
Y/N: I thought we were going to FaceTime tonight? I miss your smile Guk-ah."
Y/N: But what's the surprise!!??
JK: You're gonna have to be patient 💜 We get in at 7am, stay in bed, I'll meet you there 😏
The alarm went off at 6am, that would give you just enough time. 
Peeling off his old ripped t-shirt you got up to shower and shave.  
Putting clean sheets on the bed you tucked yourself back in just as the key turned in the lock. 
You heard the sound of his duffel bag drop on the floor, followed by shoes, then clothes as his bare feet pattered towards the bed. 
"I know you're not sleeping, I can see you smiling." 
You laughed as he lifted the covers and crawled on top of you.  "You'd better get over here and kiss me Jeongguk." 
His lips announced his homecoming as they connected with yours. His hand drew through your hair and caressed your cheek. 
You pulled back at the strange sensation. "What's this? Why are you wearing a glove? Jeongguk are you hurt?!" 
He rolled onto his back and held his gloved hand up. "This is my surprise!" 
You looked at him puzzled, "I don't get it." 
Sliding the fabric off his hand he slowly revealed his newly inked fingers, the inflamed writing spelled out ARMY across his knuckles. 
"Oh my God, thats so fucking hot!" 
He smiled at your praise. "You really like it? I can't wait for the fans to see how much I love them." 
You crawled on top of him, "When are you gonna show me how much you love me?" 
You ground yourself onto his hardening cock, "I need you to make me cum."
"Yeah? you need my fingers inside you baby?" 
"Please Kookie, I've been a good girl waiting for you." 
"Fuck, I love when you talk like that." 
He lowered his hand to your entrance, his fingers finding you wet in anticipation. Dipping his index inside you he hissed. 
His eyes grew big and apologetic, "shit...shit, I'm sorry. I'll be right back." 
He got out of bed and walked to the washroom. You could hear him running the faucet. The light flicked back off and he stood beside the bed. 
"You're gonna be mad." 
"Jeongguk, what's going on? I've missed you, why the hell aren't you fucking me right now?" 
He grabbed the discarded glove from the bed and slipped it back over his hand.
Realization hit you, "Oh for fucks sakes Jeon. How long till they heal?" 
His head dropped,"Three weeks.." 
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The sex was good but… it was no squirting orgasm. 
It had been a week and a half plus the week he'd been gone. He felt bad.
Jeongguk loved to please you and even though you didn't complain he knew he could be giving you so much more. 
He walked into the living room where you lay on the couch and made a show of dropping his book loudly onto the coffee table. 
You picked it up and read the title, 
"Tantric Alchemy and Amrita: The Sacred Nectar of a good woman"
"Have you given up Overwatch for feminist studies?" 
He took it out of your hand and stretched out beside you. 
He flipped it open, "It says when a woman squirts, its a holy experience for her." 
You couldn't stop laughing at how serious he was.
"You've made me scream OH GOD on multiple occasions, im not sure why you needed a book to tell you that." 
"Don't make fun of me," he pouted. "I know you really like it when I make you squirt and I just want to understand so I can do it better." 
You held up his hand and looked at the Tattoos, "How much longer?" 
"Three more days baby, we're almost there. Wanna see what else I learned?" 
He flipped to the bookmarked page and read it to you.
"Tantric Kissing brings your makeout sessions to totally new, electric, and elevated levels. It allows you to experience flowing orgasmic energy with  outrageous passion between you and your kissing partner." He wiggled his brow and grinned.
Your panties were already wet.
"Jeongguk," you rubbed against him, "I'm more of a hands on learner. Why dont you teach me about it?"
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You woke up in a great mood. Today was THE day! 
Jeongguk had left bright and early for rehearsal so you wouldn't see him until after the show tonight. 
Trying to distract yourself all day, your house had never been this clean. The anticipation building inside you was manifesting in your creamed panties. 
Y/N: Guk I'm gonna die...I cant wait any longer.
JK: Don't you dare touch yourself!
Y/N: You'd better take care of me
JK: I've got you baby girl.
JK: I changed the ending of Boy with Luv just for you...💜
Y/N: ?? Cant wait, see you soon.
He was a tease. Standing in the front row with your legs clamped together he danced for you.
Lifting his shirt, thrusting his hips, rolling his body, his hand falling conveniently over his cock. He knew exactly what he was doing. 
Almost at the finish line, you couldn't wait to get him home. The familiar ohs of Boy With Luv began and you watched as he flirted with you. You didn't want to wait, you wanted to be in the car already, getaway style. 
End...end...come on end...Boy with Luv…
He looked over his shoulder  directly at you and raised your two favorite fingers in the air. Holding the pose he winked and motioned with his head for you to get backstage. 
"Fucking finger guns Jeongguk? Do you want me to wet myself in public?" 
Not saying a word he grinned as he pulled you into a nearby green room and locked the door behind him. 
He backed you up animalisticly like you were prey until your legs found the edge of the couch.
"Guk..." 
He put his tattooed finger over you lips.  
You lay back on the couch as he knelt on the floor in front of you. 
Lifting your skirt he shook his head, "you haven't been wearing panties all night?"
You smiled sweetly and shrugged. 
Spreading you wide he went knuckle deep and pulled back out. "So fucking wet," he licked his finger. 
"Guk please, don't tease me anymore." Begging him, you were desperate to get off. 
He pushed his fingers into you and layed himself onto your chest. As his fingers stroked your sweet spot he whispered in your ear. 
"Remember the other day when we kissed for hours?"
You couldn't form sentences so you moaned in acknowledgment.
"How it felt like nothing else existed but us?" 
He lifted your leg to hit a deeper angle. 
"I want to give you that all the time." 
His lips moved warm and slow, his tongue dancing in your mouth as fireworks went off behind your eyes. His fingers, covered in cream were snuggly inside you, pressing, rubbing into a euphoric trance. He had you dizzy. 
His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, "can you cum for me?"  
You knew he was speaking but your brain couldn't decipher what the words were. 
As your hips involuntarily rose to press into his palm he increased his speed. Your legs were trembling and he knew it was imminant. Moving to the side he watched as pleasure took over and you released your cum onto the couch and the floor. 
"Thats my girl." 
Your head was reeling as you tried to regain your strength. He held out his hand to help you up. 
"Aren't you going to finish?" 
He pulled you into a hug, "Nope. I learnt a few things from my book, it's going to be a long night." 
He opened the door just as Jimin was walking by. Eyeing you both  suspiciously up and down he looked into the room. "Is everything okay? Why are you wet.. why's the floor wet?" 
Jungkook shrugged, "Sometimes we have waterfights."
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sweetchup · 3 years
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A Helping Hand 4: Ghosts of Pasts // Day 1
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Type: Shalnark x reader
Au?: Savior Au
Word Count: 2,800+
Warnings: Reminsing of last chapter, Injury, Meteor City mentioned
Author Note: Ah! I’m glad to be back writing this series sorry for the long wait. I split chapter 4 up into multiple parts so it’s going to be looooong.
Also, I’ve started a Taglist for all of my series to make it easier for people to find out when the next installation is. So if you want the be added just sent me an ask thats not anonymous and I’ll add you.
<—(Pt.3) / (Pt.4.2)—>
A Helping Hand Masterlist
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It was the eve of December 18th, when snow finally fell throughout the Republic of Padokea. However, there was no celebration or cheer by the citizens as all of the festive winter holidays had already passed by then. With most just deciding to bunker in for a quiet night at home. Even at the Hospital near the bloodthirsty Heaven’s Arena it was rather quiet, almost dull in a way.
Though, one specific doctor, Doctor (y/n) of the intensive care unit, had little to complain about the lack of patients and activity. It was rather refreshing actually, mostly due to the fact it was your last night on the job before you went on your week long holiday break, a break you had planned out with your supervisor months ahead of time.
Months before you had met a specific man. Much more specifically, a specific patient named Shalnark Ryuseih. A member of the infamous Phantom troupe who you had saved from his demise at the Heaven’s Arena.
…. As well as someone you might have developed a really really big crush on during your time taking care of him. But, that’s a story for another day and something you shouldn’t be worrying about right now. Especially since you still have plenty of time left on the clock before you go home.
As the seconds click a way, you find yourself letting out a groan. It was no use. You couldn’t get him out of your mind.
You just wished that it was the usual thoughts of Shalnark that festered in your mind during work. The ones that were caused from something as simple as him holding you in his arms tighter than usual while he slept one night or perhaps a teasing comment he shot at you while passing in the hall.
But that sadly wasn’t the case.
For the last couple of weeks, Shalnark had been acting…… weird.
Well he technically always acted weird—a man who actually enjoyed indulging in birthday cake flavored ice cream could not be considered normal in your book— but this time, he was actually acting quite strange.
Sometimes, when doing check ups or just visiting his room you could hear him sigh. It was quite unnoticeable at first, you had just thought he was frustrated with some new tech thing he got into, but as December went on the sigh only got heavier and more frequent. This was also when some of Shalnark’s other actions started to be strange as well, something as simple as,“What are you doing for the Holidays?” Or, actually now that you think about it, anything that was remotely related to the holidays would have the corner of his lips drop slightly. Something very strange for him, for he hardly faltered that smile of his.
And it wasn’t as if you weren’t trying to find out what was wrong. You had asked him plenty of times about his new habits. Though, in a Shalnark fashioned way, he would just brush you off with a grin and be confused as to what you were talking about.
So, if Shalnark isn’t going to tell you himself what was wrong. You were just going to have to take it upon yourself to make him feel better. Emotional health is just as important as physical health in your book.
“For the last time (y/n), I hope you know what you are getting yourself into.” Mal reminds you for the 15th time since you entered her office space.
“Yes, yes. I understand, don't worry about it.” You reassure the older woman as you continue to fill in the blanks to finish up the paperwork. All the while attempting to ignore her as she nags your ear off. “Okay I’m done. Thanks by the way Mal, I really owe you one”
As Mal takes the paperwork from your hands, she gives you one last warning of caution,
“I know Shalnark is under your care and all, and you have gotten pretty close to him during his stay…. but don’t you think having him leave with you for vacation is a little much? It’s legal, for some odd reason, but you should be careful. Not only is he a grown man that could try anything while you are alone with him but if any of the higher ups hear about this, you could get in a lot of trouble.”
“True, but I doubt that,” You hum out as you fumble with grabbing your winter coat off the rack, “The higher ups don’t exactly care much about paperwork unless one of the secretaries, like yourself, reports something. So unless you choose to report me, I don’t have much to worry about.”
“Fine. Just…. be careful. I swear you have been getting more and more reckless the more you spend with that man.”
“I will. Don’t worry, Mal. See you in a week!!”
“Okay, see you in a week.” Mal responds back, her wave goodbye immediately faltering as you close the door. Taking a deep breath to calm down the uneasy feeling in her gut, She just hoped you knew what you were doing.
Once Mal sends you off, you make your way in the direction of Shalnark’s room. You are excited to tell him about your little surprise but also quite scared because you did not exactly ask him… permission…. to sign him out.
“Come in.” Shalnark's voice rings out from behind the door as you knock. Coming into the room, you see that, as per normal, Shalnark was clicking away at his laptop. He seemed busy with something since even when you took the seat at his bedside he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the screen.
After a couple more minutes of listening to the clicking of keys, Shalnark finally closes his laptop and turns his attention to you.
“Hello (y/n)! What brings you in here today?” He asks, resting his chin on one of his hands as he observes you. As Shalnark scans you up and down you can’t help but notice the mischievous look in those blue eyes of his. You kind of wondered what he was thinking, or possibly planning, but then again— knowing Shalnark —you didn’t want to know what was running through that brain of his.
“Can’t I just visit you?”
“I guess you could.” Shalnark comments halfheartedly as if you don’t already visit him for fun on the daily already, “I’m just surprised you haven’t gone home for your vacation. It’s your last shift tonight, right?”
Shalnark might have asked the last part as a question, but you already knew— from tons of experience with dealing with him —that he already formed his own answer in his head.
“Missed me that much huh?...” Shalnark whispers out, his eyes seeming to sparkle under the light as he leans back against the headboard of his bed.
“S-shut up.” You grumble out. Swiftly putting the paperwork in your hand up to your face as you could already feel your cheeks begin to flare up from flusteration. You swore this man had no sense of fear or dignity.
“Hmm?” You feel Shalnark grab at the paperwork wrinkled in your hand; recognizing his photo ID on the cover. “What’s this?”
“Paperwork.”
“What type of Paperwork?” Shalnark presses forward, already taking it from your hand to examine it. No matter how close you two have gotten during his stay, he has always been extremely thorough about looking at what you put down on his paperwork. Must be something he picked up while being in the troupe you guessed.
Suddenly, you see Shalnark’s gaze pause on a section of the paperwork. His body unintentionally freezing up in surprise as he rereads it again. However, instead of instantly asking or explaining his confusion, your eyes are trained to his lips, ever so slightly parted due to confusion.
Unconsciously, you run your fingers over your neck. Your mind flashing back to what happened when Shalnark was under the effect of the aphrodisiac drug. The tingly feeling of his lips raking up and down your neck. Kissing, sucking and biting at any possible skin he could—
“(Y/n), What is this?” He mumbles out, his eyes still trained to the paperwork.
“U-uh Well…” You pause for a second as you try to calm yourself down from your thoughts, thinking about what you should exactly say, “Recently, I’ve noticed you being quite down. Kind of depressed or miserable in a way—”
“Huh? I haven’t been depressed.” Shalnark exclaims, snapping out of the trance he was in as well as cutting off what you were saying.
“Let me finish idiot.” You grumble at Shalnark, flicking his forehead in anger. “Also even if you aren’t depressed—“
“Which I’m not.”
“...Do you want to get punched this time?” You threatened, watching as Shalnark suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Memories flashing in his head of Lara pissing you off and facing your unwavering wrath. After one last glare, you continued what you were explaining, “As I was saying, Even if you aren’t depressed, it would be good for you to get out of the hospital. Hence why I decided to sign you out for my vacation week.”
It’s silent in the room as Shalnark just stares at you; an unreadable expression on his face. However, before you can figure out what expression it was, he quickly snaps out of it.
“Oh nice. That’s actually awesome.” Shalnark announces out, letting out a small giggle. “Just one question though… Is this even legal?”
“In a way…” You squeak out, watching as Shalnark looks at you with a knowing smile. Clearly understanding that you were pressing the line of legality and a possible felony in this situation.
“Well,” You watch as Shalnark shuffles out of bed; Planting his feet in front of yours before sending you a subtle wink, “Let’s get out of here before we get caught, okay?”
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“So,” Shalnark starts, looking at the small white townhouse in front of him, “This is your house?”
“Um. Yeah?” You answer questioningly as you fiddle with your keys, “What about it?”
“Oh nothing.” You watch as Shalnark squats down in front of the garden gnome next to your tomato plant. Seeming to take in the plethora of plants covering your front patio. “It’s cute. I like it.”
“Thanks.” You mumble out bashfully as you unlock the front door, “I only rent the bottom floor of this place so it's quite small. But it's home.”
Before you enter, You offer a hand to help Shalnark up (He still has quite the injury in his legs after all) and watch as he walks inside your house; a limp still ever present as he walks. You just hope that he doesn’t push himself too far while with you. He might be a nen user but—
“Oh wow!” Shalnark’s voice calls out from inside the house, breaking your train of thoughts as you shut and lock the door. Confused yet curious at what he found interesting in your house, you slipped off your shoes—taking a small mental note that you should tell Shalnark to take off his as he forgot to— and walked over to his location. As you round the corner of the hall and gaze into your living room, you can’t help but let out a huff of a laugh. You can’t believe you totally forgot about Chloe.
There she stood, your 8 year old Sphynx cat that a college roommate had given you years ago, curled up in a fluffy blanket on top of her cat tree. Shalnark stood in front of the tree, looking up at the cat with an amused look as it glared down at him.
“Chloe.” You call out to your cat as you make your way next to Shalnark, “Come here baby.”
As you lift the cat off the tower, still wrapped in a blanket, and cradle her in your arms, you feel your breath hitch for a second. You turn your head as you feel a sudden pressure on your back and see Shalnark leaning over your shoulder. You stood there frozen and flustered, unable to move or look away from his face, from how close he was to you. However, Shalnark doesn’t notice how flustered you are; his attention focused on the cat in your arms. Eventually, he brings his hand down to pet her. Watching curiously as she sniffs his hand for a second before allowing him to touch her.
“They truly don’t have any fur…” Shalnark muses out as he rubs at Chloe’s ears, causing you to smile as you feel the rumbling of her purrs against your chest. “Hey (y/n)... did you know these guys are actually from Meteor city?”
“Wait… Really?” You shout out surprised, finally snapping out of the trance you were in.
“Yep!” Shalnark states rather proudly, “They were caused by accidental breeding by abandoned cats in the junkyards. …Though, the ones from Meteor city are quite rabid and terrifying so you can’t pet them like this. They would surely kill you.”
Startled, you give Shalnark a confused look, “No way…You're joking…”
“Nope.” He responds, popping the ‘p’ at the end as he walks away from you two and takes a seat on the couch. Your back suddenly feeling quite cold now that he was no longer next to you. “Even our toughest members like Phinks and Feitan were scared of those things.”
“Oh wow…“ You mumble out in amazement, placing Chloe back at the top level of the cat tree before taking a seat next to Shalnark. “...Meteor City sure sounds scary.”
“Eh, in a way.” Shalnark sighs out, stretching his back before suddenly resting his head on your lap. Startled at the act of affection, you freeze and stare down at him. Your mouth agape in shock. What… What was he doing?
“Oh.” Shalnark murmurs out as he takes note of your expression, already beginning to sit up, “Sorry, I stepped over a line didn’t I—”
“Ah! No!” You shout out, startling the both of you at how loud you were, “I mean… uh. I don’t mind, it just surprised me that’s all.”
“Oh. Okay?” Shalnark says, raising an eyebrow at you. As he sees your still worried expression looking down at him as he lays back down, he decides to flick at your forehead, surprising you. You two stare at each other for a couple of seconds before breaking out into light laughter at your stupid expression.
“W-what was that huh?”
As your laughter eventually stops, leaving you two in a comfortable silence, you stare down at Shalnark; his arms lazily crossed above his head with his eyes shut.
“You know…” You start, a stifle of a giggle sneaking up as a funny thought crosses your mind, “...You remind me of a cat right now.”
“Oh really?” Shalnark huffs out amused, popping one of his eyes open to gaze up at you.
“Yeah. All elongated on the couch, looking like you're about to fall fast asleep… Just like a little kitty cat.” You cooed out at him, taking two strands on the opposite sides of his head to form cat ears.
Shalnark sputters out a laugh before sending you a wink, “Go on. Give me a pet, Doc.”
You feel yourself freeze up as everything that has happened in these last couple of minutes hits you like a truck. Shit… You're his doctor, you idiot. This was what Mal was talking about about you getting too close with him. You have feeling for him but you can’t—
“Hey (y/n). You know…” Shalnark murmurs out, snapping you out of your thought, “One day…, I would like to take you to Meteor City.”
“R-really?” You answered, confused as where this was suddenly coming from.
“Yeah…” You watch as Shalnark eyes shift up towards the ceiling. His eyes unfocused and expression dazed as if he was off in a distant memory, “Not right now… But, In the spring…”
A smile slowly edges its way onto his face.
“Yeah… The spring,” He murmurs out again, sort of to himself, before looking at you, “You wouldn’t believe what it is like in Meteor City at the start of spring, (Y/n)... After a long hard rainy winter, seeds from rotten food, or hidden in garbage, come blooming out. It hardly lasts a month but… It’s gorgeous….”
As he stares up at you with those dazzling blue eyes of his, you can’t help but finally allow your hand to rest in his blonde locks. Wanting to understand more about that far off memory he had.
“I-I…” You murmur out, pausing as a small smile comes upon your face, “I can’t wait… Shal. Do… Do you think you could tell me more about your home while I wait?”
Just…
Just one more time, you’ll let your affections slide.
Allowing yourself to blur the lines of professionalism and wanting more.
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butterfliesinmyguts · 3 years
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A helping hand
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read part one here!
summary: y/n is confused on rather levi has feeling for her or not
warning: angst and kinda short :/
the rough pads of his thumbs soothe your cheeks, just by a touch your in a completely daze. falling like dough into his hand you closing your eyes and hummed “tch, silly girl..” 
“y/n!” blinking you saw sasha above you, “ we’re going to late for training!” shooting up , I started to put on my gear “ said five minutes not an hour, you missed breakfast I had to cover for you.” rolling my eyes, grabbing a cloth to wash my face, I’m sure she enjoyed it too.
was yesterday real? was I just in a deep daydream? rubbing the back of my head I felt the bump on my head from Levi’s book case. Sighing, all the memories flash back. Levi asked me to kiss him, then just said it was a helping hand.
turning to sasha, she patted her belly as I giggling at her. “ lucky you..” we laughed together advancing to the fields. I quickly found out we were sparring today, with our heavy gear on. miskasa turned to me, nodding at me giving me the “ you have nothing to worry about” stare. smiling back I quickly nodding as Levi explained that losers would run until they he felt tried. no one wanted to be running, seeing that Levi never gets tired. I avoid his eyes as much as I could, don’t think about him y/n- it was just you helping out your captain.
convening yourself that hurt, wanting to think that Levi had feelings for you and felt the same way. maybe he just wanted to relieve some pressure, levi was probably stressed. or maybe he was just tired.
ducking his punch, I felt the force of it breeze through the top of my head. if one of those lands, I’d be out before this even starts.
I tried my best to play defense, but my body was getting tired if the constant motion. floch watched me, he knew what he was doing. thinking quick, after his thirteenth punch missed- my knee connected with his chest knocking the wind out of him.
charging towards me and aiming to punch him hard- but floch shove me to my feet. trying to get him off me, we wrestling on that ground for a good thirty seconds.
until floch elbow dug into my neck, “ ahh!” shouting out in pain, I lost my balance falling. watching him from the corner of eyes, a smirk was written all over his face. I couldn’t go down like this, I can’t be putty. floch knee kicked my side- a yell left my mouth. I can’t let myself fall for this, i had to help myself.
relaxing under him, waiting for him to soft his weight- just like miskasa taught me i quickly crossed my legs and threw him with all my weight over my back to the ground. slapping the ground floch let out a huff, before he could get up, I pull his arm toward me exposing his shoulder and repeated his action. “fuck stop!” he scearmed, everyone watched enjoyment. floch wasn’t really everyone favorite- he played dirty and got even in cowardly ways.
“ doesn’t feel good huh?” fighting floch found my thigh digging his nails trying to hurt me back I kicked him off and pushing my boot into his hand digging it into the ground.
I didn't care if I actually hurt him, I have a burise on my neck and he kicked me while I was down,“ stop.” i quickly lifted up getting off of floch, looking up towards to see levi. It was like he was looking right threw me, dead like I was nothing. “ how weak of you..”his words echoed through my head, as my heart fall. 
 I felt disgusted in myself, he was right-why would I go that far? i helped floch up and he shoved me off looking at me “ you're such a stupid bitch.” 
i  turning away in guilt my arms in wrapped around my body trying to accept his words. i so disappointed in myself, as i had turned away, a harsh crack sound was made whip back i watch everyone stunned- as floch had the brightest hand print stinging red on his cheek and levi hand raised in the air. did he just back hand him. “ get up and run until i tell you to stop” floch stumbled towards the field.
while levi wiped of the back of his hand he started, “this is training not a death match, we need you dying out on the field not here...” everyone was slient,  “ finish up training and get a head start of your duties” pushing on  i went towards sasha, levi cleared his throat and spoke more“ sasha , mikasa, and y/n cover his stable duty tonight.” 
nodding not looking up towards the man, i felt so shameful. i knew i was going to hear it later on from everyone at dinner, i knew floch was never going to respect me and now in levi terms im classified as weak. “ y/n a word in my office”
cleaning myself up i headed towards levi office, knocking “ come in” stepping in his office levi eyes didn’t even look up. taking a deep inhale he rolled his eyes at me. “ what you did today was stupid..”
“ don't ever go as low as he did, i understand you were defending yourself but your character was tested in that moment and you failed horribly..”
i nodded, “ im so sorry, i promise i won't fail you again..” his eyes darted back down, acting as you weren’t even there. What did I do, yesterday had me on cloud nine because of him and now it’s like nothing ever happened.
setting down the tea cups, i watched his eye brows raise towards me. his hand reached for one and i moved it out of his reach. rolling his eyes he finally looked up at me. “ what's your problem?”
“you hurt my feelings today..” cutting me off “tch, and?”
a tear fall from my eye, “and?” i mocked him. my head felt like it was going to explode, how could he- how could he make me feel like he cared so much just to act like this? watching him continue to focus on his papers- he didn’t even flinch.
“ I’m not going to deal with your annoying hissy fit y/n, leave.” I trembled, my face covered in tears. uncertain what I should do I lifted my chin up and faced him.
“ levi I have feelings for you..” his eyes angled up towards me, finally something. “ I adore you levi, everything about you- every moment in this room together we’ve had I always replay them in my head because you make me the happiest “ Levi searched for doubt in my eyes, and he found no one bit of it, his head ached as he reflected on how much he pulled you away. the stares, not talking, and even removing his hand from his. slowly I paced back turning away to the door. “ I understand if you don’t feel that way, but at least respect me..” and with that I left.
after finishing training for the rest of day I started my part of duty Sasha and mikasa asked if they could help me, they talked about eren and even sasha crush on the cook. “ you can leave, i just need to clear my head” both nodding towards me sasha squeezed my shoulder before heading towards the shower. 
dumping my bucket, I planted my ass on the fence. sighing I hung my head between my shoulders shutting my brain off. but my head buzzed with actions of today. almost broke floch arm and I got embarrassing rejection from levi. I wonder if we’re still going to have our tea time, or even get over this.
“ where are your comrades?” my eyes darted up to levi, standing there looking down on me. the sun made his body glow and his eyes were plain. he kneed down so he could face me.
“ levi sasha and mikasa lef-“ levi pushed his lips against mine as my thighs squeeze against the wood I was sitting on- it was a slow and careful, his mint and fresh scent fulled my nostrils while his thumb softly pinched my chin.
“ I’m quite fond of you too y/n”
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i really wish i hated you || tsukishima kei
masterlist | 1 | 2 | chapter 3
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pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader
sypnosis: It was an accident that (Y/N) met a certain tall, blonde male; a memory she isn't fond of remembering, but it is where it all started. And ever since, she magically makes her to his path. The image of the bespectacled man dwelled in her mind more than she thought. Tsukishima pushed away his softer emotions and denied their existence, or at least that's what he told himself. But then, he couldn't believe that this girl he labeled as a clumsy, unlucky creature who smashed his glasses is slowly bringing these strange emotions back to him. She might be irritating and dumb sometimes, but he couldn't get himself to completely hate her. Either that destiny was stupid, or he was blessed or cursed.
genre: fanfiction, fluff
wc: 2.6k
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She has met the tall, blonde, and bespectacled male yet again.
"Oh, the midget stalker is here."
"You again?! Seriously, I think it's you who's following me!"
"Hah, what do I get from following an extremely short person like you?" He said, borrowing her words from yesterday.
(Y/N)'s eyebrows creased further in irritation. "Why do you keep mentioning my height?!"
"It was you who started it. Anyways, can you shut up? Do you know that you're in a library?"
She didn't retort back and simply sat on the chair with her arms crossed. It was a fine day then —BOOM— this giant decided to appear out of nowhere. She was trying to forget this person who's associated with some of her embarrassing moments but those just got smashed back to her mind. (Y/N) sighed and pulled a book at the bottom of the stack to start reading, but noticed that the blondie is still standing near the edge of the table, hesitating to sit down while glancing somewhere and back to her.
"What?" (Y/N) frowned.
"Why am I unnecessarily stuck with you on this table?" He sighed, pulling out the chair.
"Because all of the tables here are taken? If you're worried about your glasses being knocked off, don't worry, I won't do anything reckless anymore."
"That's a nice reassurance," He settled down and brought out his studying materials.
Both of them shared the table in the crowded library. Ignoring the people, between them was a silent atmosphere. No one was talking as they both minded their own studies; he was reading quietly and turning pages of a huge book while (Y/N) wrote key points from the printed work and highlighting her notes. Sometimes, the other would leave to return books to their shelves and came back with new stacks. This went on for a few hours until her pen ran out of ink. She scribbled at the back of her notebook in hopes that the ink just got stuck, to no avail. She sighed, resting her head on the notebook. But she really needed to take down notes for her upcoming entrance exam.
"Hey." (Y/N) reluctantly said.
The blonde male looked at her, confirming if he's being called, "What?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt your business but... do you have a spare pen?"
He stared at her with a straight face and placed his chin on the top of his knuckles, implying his refusal to lend one.
(Y/N)'s mentally gritted her teeth. I'm just going to borrow a pen and he's making it hard for me?!
Swallowing her pride, she said, "Look, I need to finish my notes. I'll return it to you right away when I'm done. I promise. Please?"
He scoffed as brought out a pen, "An inkless pen is all it takes for you to become a less lively puppy? You better keep your promise."
A puppy?! "You didn't need to compare me to a puppy but, thanks."
She continued her work but her focus was a bit shaken. This happens whenever she's interrupted or took a break away from writing. Soon, her focus vanished and boredom took over. She tried to read a book to review ideas but her brain won't cooperate. She groaned, her head and arms fell to the table again. The blonde saw but chose to ignore her.
She closed her eyes for a second, however, her gaze fell to the blank paper in front of her face. Her hands are itching to do something other than reviewing and writing, so she put down the pen she borrowed and took a pencil out of her pocket. She placed a pile of books near her notebook so that the male won't notice what she's doing. There, she started to sketch the base of the figure.
She would observe the four-eyed guy who's busy reading some sort of article while taking notes. He has a calm expression on his face rather than an irritated scowl or a mocking grin he usually has. He wears a long blazer and probably a long-sleeved shirt inside. His blonde hair is short yet the edges are a bit curly and his upper eyelashes are prominently long. This was the first time she stared at the jerk's face who she kept bumping into random places that irked the hell out of her, but for some reason, she felt that she had seen this person before the accident in the park, albeit she doesn't know where. (Y/N) came to a conclusion; he was a little good-looking.
The girl looked back to her drawing and shook her head at her own ideas. I can't believe I actually thought that this guy is handsome. How can such a mean creature be blessed with such looks?! Ugh, don't mind, (Y/N). I'm only drawing him because he seems like a great canvas subject, it's not like I haven't done this to other people before...
She went on drawing and drew details to the sketch similar to the boy in front of her. To make the drawing more accurate, she stole small glances at him. She kept things low key because it'll be another embarrassing event if he found out what she's doing. She made the lines smoother in one swift move. The hair and clothes' folds are already well-drawn while she focuses on the detail of his eyes and glasses. She was about to shade when the male finally caught her.
"What is it?" He questioned, closing his book with a low voice and creased eyebrows.
(Y/N) froze on the spot. As much as she doesn't like it, she maintained eye contact with him, thinking of the best alibi that he couldn't argue with. Then, she remembered that she doesn't know his name.
"Uhm... nothing. I was just wondering if you have a name." While talking, her finger subtly moved to grab the nearest object it could get to cover her drawing.
"I have, but why would I mention it to you?" He cooly replied.
"It's alright. I'm not asking you to. Unless you want to be referred to as he/him or the tall, blonde glasses guy all the time?" (Y/N) countered.
He silently turned a page before answering, "Well, it's not like we'll meet every day."
"Oh," was her only reply. Looks like he will stay a nameless guy in her head for a long time. She was about to get back to her business when he spoke.
"Tsukishima Kei."
(Y/N) looked at him in surprise. "I'm not going to repeat it." He added.
She smiled, having clearly heard it right away. "Can you tell me how it is written?"
He looked at her to check for ill intentions but found nothing in her eyes. He hesitantly wrote the characters of his name on a piece of paper.
"I'm (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you again, Tsukishima-san." She'd like to initiate a handshake for peacemaking, but she knows how he'd only decline it. She wrote her name for him to see as well.
Tsukishima Kei. She repeated in her mind. What a nice name.
With a notebook covering the upper portion of the paper where she had drawn his portrait, she wrote his name at the bottom. She proceeded to the shading and background features. Backgrounds are one of the things she hates in art because it takes too long to draw one compared to the subject itself. Luckily it's only a sketch so she won't have to suffer. Although she doesn't know if Tsukishima had seen whatever she's doing so she's still cautious. She peered at him for the nth time so she could distract his peripheral vision. Maybe to test the social initiative skills she hasn't used for a long time too.
"Uhh, can I ask something?" She started.
"Hm?" He responded without taking his eyes off the page.
"What school are you from?"
"Amemaru Middle School."
(Y/N) hummed, thinking of another question, "Then, what school are you enrolling to? It must be an upper class one since you had to read those large books and all."
"Not really," Tsukishima closed the book, "I plan to go to Karasuno High School. They may not have a difficult entrance exam, but these readings are for decent grades and some stock knowledge."
"Decent grades, huh... you look like you could achieve more though. I'm pretty sure you'll ace it." She answered, "I was from Kitagawa Dai Ichi. I'm taking an exam in Shiratorizawa soon."
"You're going to that high-class academy? I see, I failed to notice that because you don't look like one. Have fun clashing with other elites there."
"Elites? What are you talking about, you still believe there's such a hierarchy?" (Y/N) chuckled.
"There is though. A gap between them and mere humans in terms of skills and power."
"In the end, they're still humans though. Be it numbers, hard work, or some unique strategy, those 'mere humans' you say will always struggle to step on equal levels with those on the highest rank."
Tsukishima only hummed and stared down at her, "Perhaps I was wrong on assuming you're an elite. You're clearly not."
"Are you underestimating me?" She challenged.
"No, I was just saying. Can I ask something though?"
"What?"
"Why are you suddenly talkative?"
She was caught off guard but tried not to stutter, "Me? Talkative? I'm always like this."
"Really?" He raised his brows, totally not buying it.
"Ugh, fine! I'm tired of studying!" She sighed, "I was scribbling some doodles on my notebook because I'm bored so I thought it wouldn't hurt to talk to Mr. Beanpole in front of me. Forgive me and my awkward social skills."
"Your social skills are not bad. I'm just thankful you aren't using the precious ink of my pen for drawing." He said, stacking the books he used.
She gasped, panicked inside, "You aren't looking at my drawing, are you?"
He got up to return the books,"Don't worry, it's none of my business."
She exhaled in relief, spared from another memory of embarrassment. Her eyes followed his walking figure and watched his movements. She looked at her drawing to compare and used her fingers to define lighting. When Tsukishima got back and placed new reviewers on the table, (Y/N) asked him once more.
"Do you ever get tired of studying?"
"Sometimes I take a break, but I can only do that if I have finished everything."
"What a diligent student you are."
"I hardly see any benefit in being dumb and slacking off all the time."
"Eh, I hardly see any benefit in studying Algebra and Calculus. I have a lot of questions. Do you use derivatives in counting money or salary? Do you use trigonometry in dividing pizzas or corn chips? Why do I need to find the limit of a function if numbers are infinite? Why do I need to get the formula of a certain point in each line or curve I draw on the graphing paper? What is the correct answer for?" (Y/N) complained.
Tsukishima looked at her blankly, doubting her chances of passing the Shiratorizawa's board exam. "I couldn't argue with that, I'd rather read a book composed of words than formulas, but you don't have a choice. Although, if you plan to be an engineer or something, that'll be a different perspective."
"No, thanks, I won't eat math books for breakfast. Other subjects are interesting enough to keep me awake in class, but numbers don't really entertain me."
"Then, what do you do?" He asked, writing on his notes.
"Not much. I just draw, paint, listen to music, and watch anime."
He let out an amused hum, "How about you? What do you do other than to study?" (Y/N) asked.
"I play volleyball, listen to music, and read narrative books."
"Volleyball? So that's what your height is for! I thought it's just for cleaning and reaching high places."
"That's rude."
"If I am, what do you call yourself? Besides, I don't want to make wrong assumptions."
"You just did."
"...right. I'm sorry."
The sense of familiarity took over (Y/N)'s brain, telling her that she definitely had met this Tsukishima guy before. Her face scrunched a little, trying to search her memories and connect the dots. Her eyes found his face again.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" His eyes narrowed, his annoyance towards the girl slowly rising.
"I HAD met you somewhere... before that accident, where did I see you?"
He was about to say something when (Y/N) stopped him, "Shh, I'm thinking."
He crossed his arms and frowned at her. Volleyball, Amemaru MS... She was about to say it but Tsukishima spoke first.
"Were you one of the audience who watched the middle school volleyball inter-high a year ago?"
"I was! Wait, you remember?"
"That was the only place where I could find someone from Kitagawa Dai Ichi." He confirmed.
"Correct. I was a part of the school paper where I was assigned in the sports category. I took a picture of you when my senior was interviewing you! You were the tallest middle blocker in the games! How could I forget that! So that's why whenever you irk me, it was familiar!"
"How am I annoying you? Aren't you the one who kept on talking right now?"
"I've figured out that there's no kind bone in you. And the way you keep on stuffing the spikes from the opposite team. It was never-ending that they didn't have a chance to score properly." She pouted.
"What do you expect from a middle blocker? It was my job to block spikes."
"You could've gone easy on them."
"The game would lose it's sense if that's the case."
"Fine. You're not wrong." Their conversation was cut short after she ceased talking. At least she found out where she first met Tsukishima. She finished the portrait sketch. Grinning, she believed that she captured his features accurately in her drawing. She'd like to hold it near him and compare to make sure though. Satisfied with her work, she went back on turning pages.
"So, you've finally decided to continue to study?" Tsukishima prodded.
She smiled, "I guess. Thank you for talking to me. That was a great stop."
Both of them worked quietly, but now, the irritation they felt towards each other lessened. After some time, a person in the speaker announced that the library will be closing before 6 pm. Tsukishima returned all the books he borrowed and packed his things.
"You're going home?"
"I don't want to come home late. You aren't finished with your notes yet?"
"Yeah, maybe I'll leave five minutes before six."
"Alright. I'll get going now." He swung his bag over his shoulder.
"Hey, wait! Your pen!" (Y/N) abruptly remembered seconds after.
"I don't need it anymore. It was useful, apart from its close on running out of ink."
"But it's yours and you told me to keep my promise!"
"Whatever. Keep it or throw it." He walked out and wore his headphones, having no intention to listen to anyone.
She sighed and checked the ink. More than half of it is gone, but she can use it again if she wishes. (Y/N) placed her fist to her cheek while writing.
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Random Tsukishima Kei facts:
In the second prototype chapter (unserialized, one shot, the first idea of the author on how haikyuu will go) Tsukishima was a second-year, which was changed in the serialized version where he's a first-year. His initial height in the prototype chapter is 184cm, a little shorter than his official height (190.1cm). In an extra sketch, Furudate commented, "Tsukki and Tanaka being in the same year would spell chaos!
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