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heyy!! a request for graham dunne where you’re in a secret relationship and you tell everyone that you’re together by kissing on stage 😈😈😈 please and thanks no pressure 😽😽

THE WAY I YELPED WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX IM SO EXCITED AHH looks like my tags found the right audience! i have a few more djats prompts other people sent in thank you all sm 🤭

also this ended up WAY longer than i wanted it to be oops, hope y’all like slightly longer stories

also i glossed over a lot of big events within the show because i just wanted to get to the point lol.

fem reader x graham dunne

warnings: some substance abuse

Crazy For You

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before there was daisy jones and the six, there was just the six. before daisy jones was the leading lady of the band, it was you.

way back in the pittsburgh days, you never knew what was going to come your way when you moved into the empty house right next to the dunne brothers. you knew they caused a racket every time they decided to host a band rehearsal, and it took every ounce of patience left in you to not storm over there and demand them to clean up their sound.

then on one fateful day, your world changed forever. as you were taking the garbage out, you sang at last by etta james to yourself, not thinking anything of it. you got lost in your own voice.

then, your trance was broken when you heard a scuffle of feet coming from your left. your head whipped to the side, and you saw one of the dunne brothers in his driveway listening to you with a smile.

“oh god, that’s embarrassing,” you said, turning your head the opposite direction.

you heard a laugh come from him, but you kept your eyes away from him in embarrassment.

“you have a lovely voice,” he said. you braved looking at him once more, and he was smiling at you. the boy looked to be about your age.

“thanks, but it’s really nothing. i’m not trained or anything,” you replied sheepishly.

“i’m Y/N, by the way,” you said, walking over to him with your hand extended.

he met you in the middle, reaching out and taking your hand. “i’m graham. graham dunne.”

you blushed a bit when he held onto your hand for longer. “nice to meet you graham dunne.”

he nodded, and your hands released. there was a pause in the conversation before graham began again. “do you like rock and roll?”

you smiled. “yeah, i do. i play some guitar. why do you ask?”

graham was now gently blushing. “i-i’m in a rock band, and i play guitar too. maybe sometime you can stop by and watch us rehearse.”

you bit your lip slightly. “i know you’re in a band.”

he looked taken aback, and you realized how insane that sounded. you quickly backtracked, looking down. “i didn’t mean it like that. i just knew you were in a band because i’ve heard you before. like, rehearsing from my house.”

he smiled understandingly. “did you like our sound?” graham asked. he was wringing his hands nervously.

you decided to mess with him. “yeah, you sounded okay,” you said jokingly.

graham rolled his eyes. “maybe if you stop by someday i’ll play better just for you.”

the blush in your cheeks creeped back into place. “will do.”

graham gave you his phone number, and only a day later, invited you to a rehearsal at their bandmate’s house.

after your interaction with graham the previous day, your mind was flooded with little thoughts of him. the way his hand lingered on yours. the way he blushed when you talked. the way he smiled lightly when you blushed. something about graham dunne made your heart race, and you barely even knew the guy.

you felt the need to dress nicely for this. you wanted graham to be impressed. you put on a pair of jean shorts paired with a halter top and a jacket.

you met at a boy named chuck’s house. the band was already setting up in his garage, and graham smiled when you arrived.

“hey, you made it!” he said excitedly, running over to greet you.

you grinned. “i’m glad to be here. where should i sit?”

“let me introduce you to the band first.” graham gently placed his hand on your lower back, walking with you further into the garage. you hoped he didn’t feel the shiver going up your spine under his touch.

“guys, this is Y/N. she’s billy and i’s new neighbor. Y/N, this is warren, chuck, eddie, and my brother billy,” he said, pointing to each of the members. you took note of how warren, chuck, and eddie seemed to be yours and graham’s age, around sixteen. billy, however, was older. without even knowing the band, it was clear he was the one in charge. he seemed to be the most experienced.

the band smiled at you. billy stepped forward slightly. “it’s good to meet you. i hope you like what we play.”

graham placed you slightly off to the side of the band, and you sat down on a box in the garage. the band finished setting up their equipment, and discussed billy’s new song he had just written for the band to play.

as the group figured out their chords, your eyes were locked on graham. you watched the way he effortlessly played his guitar, and how clean and crisp his notes were. to you, nothing was more attractive than a man who could play guitar.

after running through the song multiple times, the band knew something wasn’t working. “maybe it’s just the song. i think we should just-” eddie had started before being interrupted by billy.

“there’s nothing wrong with the damn song. i know what i’m doing. graham, try speeding up the chorus a bit, and warren, lengthen your fills just a bit more, see what that does. let’s run it again.”

everyone seemed to roll their eyes at billy’s orders before warren counted them in to begin again. once again, it was a failure; it just didn’t sound right. it was missing something.

“eddie, man, what are you doing back there? you’re changing chords and everything,” billy said, frustrated.”

“i’m doing nothing wrong! this is your song, you should know how to fix it!” eddie exclaimed back. the entire band was now arguing, and before you could even think about it, you were standing up and speaking.

“it needs a harmony.”

the commotion stopped, and all eyes were on you. your face grew hot due to the intense gazes falling onto you. you gulped nervously.

“what?” billy asked.

“it needs a high harmony in the chorus. to, you know, go with billy’s voice,” you said timidly.

billy scoffed. “what would you know?”

graham stepped up to billy. “Y/N’s got a great voice, i’ve heard it. she could do the harmonies.”

billy raised an eyebrow at you. you looked between all the band members before speaking again. “i don’t want to intrude-”

warren spoke up. “i think it’s worth a shot. we’re desperate for something to work at this point.” he pointed at you with his drum stick. “you know the song?”

you nodded. graham set up another microphone stand next to billy’s, and you stood behind the mic. you suddenly regretted speaking up at all on matters that didn’t ever pertain to you.

warren counted it in again. billy got through the first verse, and you focused on your breathing. don’t mess up in front of graham.

he got to the chorus, and you added a layer of your light voice on top of billy’s. you saw out of the corner of your eye billy turning to you, a look of amazement in his eyes. it was working. it sounded phenomenal. although you couldn’t see it, graham was watching in awe. he got chills watching you from behind. before you even knew it, the song ended, and the band erupted into wide grins and loud cheers.

and just like that, you were in the band.

billy didn’t like sharing the spotlight, and quite frankly, you weren’t a fan of it either. however, billy put up with it because he found your harmonies necessary to certain songs and you were close friends with his brother. you stuck to mainly harmonies and, when chuck left and eddie took over bass, you took control of rhythm guitar.

throughout the band’s beginnings in pittsburgh, graham quickly became your best friend. you spent most of your time with him, and he spent most of his time with you. despite being friends, he still gave you butterflies any time he glanced at you. you always wanted to impress him. however, there was a very real possibility that he didn’t get those same butterflies.

the band found more and more gigs in the area, and billy’s girlfriend camila was now traveling with the pack. you two quickly got to know each other and became fast friends.

things began moving in a blur when warren bought a van and the band decided to move out to california. for you, deciding to move was an easy choice; the only part of pittsburgh that brought you any sort of joy was this band. you wouldn’t be caught dead staying in that city without them. and, as the cherry on top of the cake, camila was coming too.

the van arrived in front of your house and billy and graham’s. rain was endlessly pouring, and you only noticed this after you had dragged all of your belongings out the door onto your front porch. your one and only jacket was tucked away into one of your suitcases.

graham looked back at you from the van, his curly hair flattened under the rain. he saw you eyeing the downpour, and ran up to your door.

“what are you doing?” you asked.

he took his jacket and held it above your head for you to take. as soon as you did, he took your suitcases and began walking to the van. you smiled wide at his manners.

you stayed dry under graham’s jacket, and you were encompassed by it’s smell. it smelled like him.

you watched as graham tied your bags to the top of the van. “do you need help?” you asked.

“nope. go get dry in the van.”

“are you sure?” you asked.

he laughed. “Y/N, yes, i’m positive.”

unbeknownst to you, graham would do anything to keep his girl safe and dry, even from just a bit of rain.

graham wasn’t great with expressing his true feelings. it was easier to tuck it away and forget about it rather than exploring it. that’s how he felt about you. he had some complex thoughts about you, ones he was hesitant to call a crush. he tried his hardest to keep these feelings at bay, but it was getting increasingly harder for him to control.

after many long nights on the road, sleeping next to graham in the van and totally swooning over him at every second, you arrived in sunny california.

the band’s new house barely deserved to be called a home. but, given the circumstances, it did it’s job. you took the room that the boys claimed was haunted, even though it wasn’t.

not long after settling into california, a keyboardist named karen sirko joined the band. she also quickly became a close friend to you. camila, karen, and you became your own girl group.

over the next months, you had gigs on the strip, and you felt like you were finally making it. you started drinking and smoking more than ever before, and performing on stage gave you a rush. and, not to mention, performing alongside graham was pretty great too.

then one night, while on the infamous first tour, you and graham got wasted at a party with the band.

with all the alcohol and other drugs in your system, you felt bold enough to speak your mind.

“graham, can i ask you something?” you said, trying not to slur your words. the other guys and karen were talking up girls and having their own side conversations through the blaring music.

he turned to you. “what’s that?”

you took a deep breath. “am i crazy?”

graham paused before giggling. “what is that supposed to mean?”

you couldn’t help but laugh too. “do we have something? or am i just imagining it and i’m out of my fucking mind?”

graham’s smile dropped. his eyes squinted as he stared at you. he was thinking hard. “wait…what?”

you rolled your eyes. “for god’s sake graham, i like you. i don’t know if you like me, but i need to know if you feel the same way or if this is all in my head.”

he looked away and nodded. you expected the worst. when he remained silent, you knew you had just messed up probably the greatest friendship in your life.

without saying a word, graham looked around the room and took your wrist, walking away and dragging you with him.

“graham, what the hell?” you asked. you tried not to stumble as he walked. he took you outside behind the building. “look graham, i’m sorry i said that. i should have known you didn’t feel the same, and i-”

before you could finish your sentence, graham spun you so your back was against the wall and his lips were on yours. his hands slowly moved to the sides of your face.

you both pulled away. “woah,” you whispered.

you began making out again, only rougher this time. graham pulled his lips away, resting his forehead on yours. “let’s take this back to my room.”

the next morning, you woke up in a different room than your own, the bright sunlight shining through the window. you felt disoriented. you groaned, a splitting headache causing your body to freeze.

you rolled over, seeing graham sleeping next to you in bed. you quickly sat up, instantly regretting it due to the increased pain in your head.

not only that, but you looked down to see your bare breasts out. then, you noticed you had no underwear on.

“holy shit!” you exclaimed loudly before clasping a hand over your mouth, realizing graham was still sleeping. he rolled over, not waking.

you remained frozen where you sat. i just banged graham, you thought.

you took your shirt that laid disheveled on the floor and put it on, along with your underwear. however, when you got to your pants, the room began to spin due to your hangover and you tripped, falling to the floor with a loud thud.

graham sat up. “what the hell was- holy shit,” graham said, stopping what he was saying as you stood up from the ground.

you sighed. “i said the same thing.”

“what are you-” he began before widening his eyes. “oh my god i remember.”

“did we really sleep together?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

graham nodded. “i think we did it more than once.”

you thought about it. “actually, i think you’re right. was it two times?”

graham contemplated again. “no, it was three.”

“was it…?” you trailed off. then, it hit you. “oh my god you’re right. it was definitely three.”

graham slipped on some boxers under the blankets. “well, what does this mean? for us?”

you sighed. you walked over to the bed, facing him. “i don’t know. i know what i want, but what about you?”

he began to speak, but stopped. then a small smile appeared on his lips. “if i’m being totally honest, Y/N,” your heart raced at the sound of your name. “i’ve liked you from the moment i heard you singing in your driveway that one day. you’ve had a hold on me ever since.”

your heart felt like it skipped a beat. you couldn’t help but laugh like a middle school girl with her first crush. “i feel the same way about you.”

graham blushed. “everything about you is attractive to me,” he started. “your voice, your guitar, your body, your spirit, everything. i’ve kept these feelings about you private, even to myself, from the moment i met you. but now i know that what i feel is real.”

you smiled, slowly leaning in. you placed your lips onto his, and you gently rested your hands on his neck. you pulled away, your faces still remaining close to each other. you giggled. “i was okay with our friendship, but this is so much better.”

collectively, you both decided to keep this information from the band. they didn’t need to know. and more importantly, you didn’t need rumors to get out to the press about your relationship. you knew that you’d be framed as the tag along of the group, only there because of graham. so, it stayed a secret.

and you played the secret very well. no one suspected a thing besides a close friendship. even then, both of you agreed to tone down being near each other around the band in order to keep suspicions low. after the devastating first tour, karen and camila had even tried to ask you about your friendship with graham and why it seemed to be dissipating.

your answer? you just weren’t as close as you used to be. in reality, you were much much closer.

you were sleeping together at every opportunity. in one of your rooms back at the house, in bathrooms at the studio, everywhere you could.

but there was substance to it too. it wasn’t all sex. you had your deepest moments with graham. you would stay wide awake into the late hours of the night just talking about anything and everything. with your head laying on his bare chest and his arm slung around your shoulders, everything felt perfect despite the rough patch the band was in.

then daisy came along.

teddy believed the band needed a strong female vocalist to lead the band alongside billy, and that wasn’t you. you didn’t take offense to it, you knew your voice was better suited for harmonies and softer songs rather than belting out rock songs.

with the addition of a new person in the band, your spot at the mic next to billy was taken, and you were moved next to graham with a mic. secretly, you were happy because this meant that you could exchange meaningful looks even more than before.

your first time playing live with the new setup was in hawaii, and you took your place next to graham. graham leaned into your ear while on stage. “you look beautiful today.”

warren began the drum beat of look at us now. you tried to contain your smile. “you’re distracting.”

as the song built into the guitar solo, you watched as graham went mad on the strings. the sound rang clearly, and you realized how much you had been missing when you were standing next to billy on stage. you glanced around the stage. all of them were gleaming and playing their hearts out. it was beautiful to see for the first time and you proudly smiled to yourself.

graham finished the guitar solo, and he looked up at you when he finished almost as if to see your reaction to what he did, and get your approval. you nodded at him, a proud look in your eyes. you felt yourself falling in love with this boy more and more every day.

you went back to the hotel after the electrifying performance, and you heard a knock at your door. upon opening it, you found a smiling graham.

“so, how’d i do?” he asked.

you couldn’t help but grin, and your eyes flashed to his lips before tugging him into your room by his shirt and crashing your lips against his. graham felt taken aback, but not unwilling. he found his footing before pulling away briefly to lock the door, going right back into it. he led you to the bed, where you laid down on your back as graham towered over you.

you began unbuttoning his shirt, and he began to lift yours off. when he had just slid your shirt off, a pounding knock came from your door.

the two of you quickly pulled away, and graham grabbed his shirt before scooting away from you to the other side of the bed.

“uh-coming! give me-um… a few seconds!” you shouted, putting your clothes back on. you turned on the tv, so it looked like you and graham were doing nothing more than watching shows together.

“no worries!” daisy’s voice rang out from the other side.

you looked at graham, eyes squinting. “daisy?” you mouthed to him. he shrugged, knowing nothing more than you. you were just surprised to hear her voice, since you hadn’t had all that much time to talk one on one.

you finally felt relatively put together and unlocked the door, revealing daisy.

“hi, come in,” you awkwardly told her, opening the door wider for her to step in.

“thanks Y/N,” she stopped partially in the room. “oh, hey graham.”

graham waved happily. you rolled your eyes at his cuteness.

“so, i have a proposition for you,” daisy asked, looking at you with intention. “let me know what you think.”

you sat down at the edge of the bed. “sure, let me hear it.”

“i feel weird taking your role as the female vocalist of the group. i know you said you really didn’t mind, but i want to offer you a song on the upcoming album.”

your eyes widened. it was a sweet offer, but practically impossible. “that’s very nice of you daisy, but i can’t write songs.”

she smiled. “that’s why i’m here.” she looked at graham behind you before continuing. “even graham could help with the musical arrangements. if you’re down for that, of course,” she said to him.

“yeah, i’d love to.”

“but wait,” you started. “there’s no way in hell billy will allow this.”

daisy smiled again, more mischievous this time. “we can deal with him,” she said, motioning to herself and graham. “if we write a damn good song, he’ll have no choice but to add it to the album.”

it would be nice to hear your voice on a record without billy’s overpowering voice drowning yours out. the offer was tempting.

“what the hell, let’s do it.”

daisy got her song book out, and graham left while you two came up with the words.

“so, you and graham?” daisy asked with a smirk.

your face went white. “us? no, we’re just friends. nothing more.”

daisy huffed, not believing it. “right.”

you laughed. “daisy, i’m being serious. there’s nothing going on.”

“okay, sure. so you opening the door looking completely a mess only to find graham looking equally as guilty on your bed meant absolutely nothing?”

you looked down, biting your lip. “don’t tell anyone.”

she laughed. “i knew it.”

after discussing what the song was going to be about, you decided you wanted it to be a love song. about graham. you wanted the song to have the feeling of being on top of the world, floating on a high like you feel with graham. eventually, you two came upon a name: clouds.

daisy began writing ideas for lyrics while you tested out new melodies. after about two hours, you had an acoustic version of your own song. you didn’t think you’d be this excited about it.

the song started off light and soft, with only piano and vocals at the beginning. as the song progressed, the energy built representing the excitement of being with him, and there was a guitar solo reserved for graham in the middle.

“Y/N, this is a damn good song,” daisy told you.

upon arriving back in california, graham asked you about the song as you were walking into the studio. “it’s coming along,” you answered, not wanting to give too much away.

“that’s all?” he asked.

“yeah.”

he stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. graham looked down at you, searching your eyes for answers.

“you’re not telling me everything.”

you giggled. you stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his chest. “you’ll see,” you said quietly, almost seductively, walking past him. although you couldn’t see it, graham got flustered. you always knew how to rile him up.

going into the studio, daisy met up with you first.

“you ready?” she asked, referring to proposing the song to billy.

you nodded, following daisy to where billy was sat.

“we have a song for you,” daisy bluntly said to billy.

he looked between both of you. “what?”

“we have a song that we wrote together that we want on the album,” daisy told him.

billy scoffed. “no. we write all the songs, and besides, Y/N just does harmonies. i’d like to keep it that way.”

he began to get up. “it doesn’t have to be,” you said. “it’s just one song. let us at least play it for you and the band, see what you think.”

he paused. if it were just daisy, he would have denied the song again. but, billy had a soft spot for you. “fine. make it quick.”

the band gathered around you and daisy, who was on the piano. you shot graham a wink, and he lightly blushed.

“this song is called clouds,” you said into the microphone. you noticed teddy watching from behind the rest of the band.

daisy began playing the piano and you began to song. your light, airy voice filled the room as you tried to not focus on the harsh pairs of eyes staring you down. the song was almost psychedelic, sending everyone in the room into a trance. you got lost in your own voice.

as you approached the chorus, you began playing the guitar, picking up the pace of the song. you happened to glance over at graham, who was beaming from ear to ear. he knew the song was about him.

you left an open slot in the music for graham’s future guitar solo, and you gestured to him to make it clear. the song wrapped up, and you looked up from your guitar. the band stood looking at each other, in awe. the only sound was a disembodied round of applause coming from teddy as he walked towards the band. they all turned to look at him.

“let’s get that song recorded.”

as the studio crew set up all the necessary equipment needed to record, you took a walk through the halls of the studio. as you passed the door to the storage room, a hand grabbed yours and pulled you in. you didn’t even have to look at who it was; you knew it was graham.

he closed the door and placed a long, sweet kiss on your lips. when he pulled away, his hands brushed away your hair on the sides of your head and fell lightly on either sides of your jawline.

“you are fucking incredible. i’m so proud of you,” he said, wrapping you in a hug. you giggle and hug back.

“i can’t wait for the world to see that you’re more than just a harmony.”

you pulled away, and his hands rested on your hips. “i have something to tell you.” you said quietly.

his smile fell just a bit. “yeah sure, what is it?”

you bit your lip. “if it wasn’t obvious in the song… i love you.”

he paused before he kissed you again, more passionately this time. he rested his forehead on yours, his hands still on your cheeks. “i love you too, darling.”

during the aurora sessions, you and graham continued to date in secrecy. while the rest of the band was recording their parts, you two would sneak off and do other things together. sometimes those other things involved unprompted sex, other times it was just sitting and talking, with your arms wrapped around each other. either way, every time you’d come back, daisy would nudge your arm playfully and knowingly.

daisy was a good friend to have. she kept your secret locked away, and showed no signs of revealing it to the world. you appreciated her help and guidance.

you and the band recorded all the songs on aurora, and even had your own cover shoot. it felt surreal to finally make it big, after all the trials and tribulations of your band’s early years.

then, when the album released, it was instantly a massive hit. you were on radios, tv, billboards, everything all at once. hearing clouds come on the radio for the first time almost made you cry tears of joy. that was your song, for your graham.

then, it was time for another tour. a bigger, more controlled one than last time. you all knew to not screw this one up like you did the last time. this one was too important to waste.

then, the morning of your first performance on tour, you and graham got into your biggest disagreement yet. you had a few arguments before, but this was so much more intense . this hurt more.

that morning, you were walking through the halls of the hotel, on a mission to find graham before the big night. when you approached his room and saw his door partially cracked with voices coming from it, you walked over to it to see who was there with him. it was warren and eddie, smoking a joint with graham talking about clouds.

“that’s a killer song she wrote with daisy, who do you think it’s about?” warren asked, removing the joint from his lips.

eddie spoke up. “she’s never talked about being in love before. maybe it’s not that deep, and it’s just a song.”

“or maybe it’s about you, guitar boy,” warren said while laughing, hitting graham’s arm.

“i don’t think so. there’s nothing going on between us.”

good cover graham.

“well, you two are good friends, right?” eddie asked him.

graham tilted his head. “sort of. we used to be pretty close in the early days, but not so much anymore. she’s a little clingy. i mostly talk to her when i have no one else to talk with. we’re friends, but not all that close. at least, not like we once were. if that song is about me, i don’t feel the same way.”

what he said didn’t feel like a cover like his previous statement did. that felt real. and it cut deep. he called you clingy? he said you weren’t very close? a cover for your relationship is one thing, but he blatantly denied a real friendship in front of the boys and made you seem like a fool for falling for a boy that didn’t like you back. tears built in your eyes, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted to run and hide or face him.

before you even thought about what you were doing, you pushed the door open with a creak as all three of them turned to face you, a singular tear falling to the floor.

“ah shit,” warren mumbled.

“Y/N, i-what are you doing?” graham asked. he instantly knew you heard everything.

you began to speak, but couldn’t find words. you just shook your head and ran down the hall, back to the safety of your room. you locked the door behind you and leaned your back against it, more tears spilling out as you heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Y/N, i’m sorry, let me in. i need to explain,” graham said from the other side.

“you can’t take back what you said, graham. i heard it, it’s out there, and now i look like the idiot. does that make you happy?” you replied.

“no it doesn’t. you make me happy. i said those things so they would get off my case. i was covering us up. i-”

you opened the door, face to face with him. his heart seemed to shatter at the sight of the tears still stuck to your cheeks.

“that didn’t sound like a cover, graham. it’s one thing to deny our romance, but another to deny our friendship all together and paint me to be the naive, pesky one. you made me look stupid, and now those boys are going to tell the rest of the band what you said.”

graham frowned. he knew he messed up. he looked down, avoiding your harsh gaze.

you sniffled. “and you can’t even look me in the eye.”

you shut the door again. you eyed the alcohol sitting on the desk in your room, and opened a bottle of beer. you downed it, preparing to open another one.

leading up to the performance, you avoided all your bandmates in efforts to save yourself from the embarrassment that graham caused. the word was probably out to all of them now about what graham said; warren can’t keep secrets for the life of him.

you drank a few more beers and took a few pills to get you through the day and night. they took away the pain graham had caused. looking at yourself in the mirror, you had a full denim jumpsuit on that came up around your neck into a halter top. you left your hair down and wavy and added dramatic grey eye makeup.

backstage shortly before you went on, graham came up behind you. “can we talk?”

you made no eye contact. “about what?”

“…about earlier.”

“what is there to say? it seems like you said everything you needed to say to warren and eddie.”

he rested his hand on your bare shoulder. his touch gave you the chills like it always had. “i’m so sorry, Y/N. i genuinely didn’t mean to hurt you like that. i didn’t even think about what i was saying, i just said it. i didn’t think about the consequences like i should have. what can i do to make you not angry at me?”

you paused. every ounce of your body wanted to take him back and hug him, but your mind said otherwise.

you finally turned around to meet his glossy eyes. “prove to everyone that you want this.”

the band ran onto the stage, beginning their first ever setlist on their new and improved tour. despite the still sour mood you were in, the adrenaline with the crowd and the traces of drugs running through your veins made you smile. you felt like a goddess. throughout the show, you felt graham’s gaze periodically fall onto you, and you tried your hardest to ignore it. you were living in the moment and didn’t need him as a distraction.

then, your time came. it was time to sing clouds in front of a full auditorium of people. luckily, your adrenaline was stronger than your nerves.

daisy spoke into the mic. “up next, i would like to introduce the backbone of this group, the glue that holds us together, and one of my very best friends. she adds the most beautiful harmonies to all of our songs, here is Y/N L/N.”

daisy bowed down, shuffling to the back to give you the mic. before you reached the mic, she gave you a quick but supportive hug.

you handed billy your guitar, and stepped up to the mic as the applause died. seeing the faces in the dim crowd made you more nervous. you felt graham’s eyes burning into your back.

“hello, everyone,” you said slowly. you talked methodically. “this song is for anyone who is in love.” you thought about your own experience with love, and the overwhelming love you still felt for graham.

as karen started the piano, your mind was brought back to graham once again. you just wanted everything to be okay like it used to be. but you knew you had to see the effort from his part. he needed to somehow dispel the image he created of you being the clingy, lonely girl of the band who was helplessly pining over the guitarist. it was up to him now.

you rvoice started, crackly at first, but soon finding the rhythm of the music. your vision for this song was to make who ever heard it feel like they were high in the sky, laying upon the soft clouds. to hear it all coming together live on stage was ethereal. you knew it was working.

the song picked up, and the drums, guitar, and bass sounded behind you. it sounded magical, but maybe it was just the drugs and alcohol.

you glanced behind you to see daisy playing the tambourine next to graham, who kept his eyes on you throughout his entire guitar solo. the crowd roared, but all you saw and heard was graham. you lightly smiled at him, and he smiled back. he was all that mattered in that moment.

the song finished, and you stepped to the side of the mic, taking a large bow. before you could turn to get your guitar from billy, footsteps sounded behind you and a hand was on your shoulder, turning you around. it was graham.

“graham, what-”

before you could say anything, graham took your face in his hands and tilted your head up. “i’m going to prove it to you and everyone else.” as you began to speak again, he leaned down, laying a long kiss on your lips. the crowd went wild. although you couldn’t see it, the jaws of everyone in the band besides daisy dropped, who had a proud smirk on her face.

when you two pulled away, his hands fell to your waist and you held his forearms.

“are you crazy?” you asked playfully.

he smiled. it felt like only you two up on the stage. all you saw was him and his bright eyes and curly hair. “crazy for you.”

#daisy jones and the six #djats series #graham dunne #graham dunne x reader #billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #warren rojas x reader #warren rojas #daisy jones fanfic #karen sirko #camila dunne

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mitsuristoleme · 5 months

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hi bbs

cant believe i hit 100 followers lmao

ok so i thought i'd do a little event thing because why not

you guys can send me request for any of the prompts (ill put them below) with any kny or jjk character

im using prompts from @me-writes-prompts from this and this post because i have no idea how to make my own

p.s. i will also write wlw and mlm if u want me to

prompts-

"You look so hot today, babe." "Hotter than yesterday?" "Hotter than yesterday."

Always finding ways to have fun i.e wearing costumes and playing around, hosting parties.

"If we were to fight, like in a fight fight, who do you think would win?" "Obviously, me. You would admit defeat the moment I punch you." "Hey, I'm not that easy!" "Oh, yes you are."

The late-night karaoke and dances

"You know what they say, love. Warriors don't go to war without their armor. Let's get ready." *their partner nods seriously and puts their work clothes on* "Gotta be prepared."

Taking random (not-so-good-looking) pictures of each other and their partner pretends to be mad before bursting into laughter.

"Oh, I really want this. It's so cute!" "Now, I know, you were only after my money. I've already bought you 50 of these damn ducks." *gasps and mockingly puts their hand on their mouth* "You found out my secret."

“Can we please go back to sleep? I’m tired.”

“My muscles are aching.” “They weren’t aching last night when we were…” “Shut up. That's exactly the reason why they are aching right now.”

“If you promise to carry me to the bathroom, I’ll get up.”

They don’t want to get up, but they do anyway, because their partner has made them their favourite breakfast

“Coffee time! Let’s get you out of bed.” “But-,” “No buts.”

Smooching them all over the face, because that’s the only thing that gets them to wake up

Whispering gently in their ear to wake them up

“We can shower together if you get up.”

“I don’t wanna go to work today, can we just cuddle? Please?” “Yeah, let’s do that.”

“I’m not kissing you until you get yourself off that bed and brush your teeth and shower.” “Unfair.” “No kisses for you then.” “Hey!”

“Wake up!!!” *sprays water on your face and laughs maniacally at your reaction*

check out my masterlist if you want to

dividers by @/cafekitsune

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megsssshie · 1 year

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Ms. Perfect

FEATURING: fratboy!gojo satoru

CONTENT: nsfw,me,fingering,unprotected sex,name calling, rough sex, kinda non!con at first, mean mean gojo, my personal opinion on frat boys

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

A/N: this was kinda at little too personal when it came to frat boys! 3 days left thooo and i never thought id degrade myself like this what i do for myself-

I was invited by my dumb college friends to some stupid frat party for Halloween. I hate parties, I hate people. I would much rather be in my apartment reading, or watching some cheesy horror movie where all the characters die in absurd ways.

But here I was, standing in front of my full body mirror dressed in a way too revealing dark angel costume I managed to string together at the very last minute.

Apparently, the party was some grand event where stupid teenage girls went as an excuse to “let off steam” or ‘live a little’, which roughly translated to ‘i want an excuse to be a slut ,get drunk, and hook up with a random horny frat boy and catch god knows what from him!’ all enthusiastically. That could never be me. Out of all the people in the world, the ones I hate the most were frat boys. the list could go on and on about the reasons I hate them so much. but the most important was the biggest reason of them all.

they’re all idiots.

if hating frat boys was first on the shit list, idiots were the second.

I facetimed my best friend Emma, to check in on me when she would pick me up. she was the one who managed to convince me that going to this lame party would get me out of my shell, if there was a shell to be broken that is. to me, I didn’t have a ‘shell’, I was just introverted.

she picked up. “hey shorty— oooo you look so sexy, i bet all them sexy bitches are gonna foam at the mouth looking at you!” she geeked. I fought a smile. she’s always managed toget me in a better mood. “ugh, you bitch. you’re the one who wanted me to go to this dumb ass party. you know i hate the weirdos that host them.” I replied half joking.

she knew that I was slightly serious about what I was telling her, but she also knew deep down in her heart that I would have a good time. “oh come on Ash, you have to live sometime in your life. what would you even been doing right now? reading some stupid ass book while you could be getting laid?” I scoffed at her comment. “hey! books ARE better than boys. you know i hate the guys in the frat, i'm not going to have a good time.” I rolled my eyes. “when are you getting here”

“im basically outside your house, come outside dummy”

“ i’ll be out in a minute”

I hung up. ran to get my charger, headphones and everything else a girl needs to go for a night out.

I arrived at the party with my best friend Emma and she practically had a flock of 27 billion men approach her within the first 3 hours. she dragged me to the dance floor for a couple of songs we both enjoyed every once in a while. Though I would never admit it but I was enjoying myself. “aren’t you glad you came tiny?” she asked excitedly. I put my phone down and crossed my arms. “eh not really it’s kinda meh for me, but the guys sure seem to love you” I smiled. I was definitely happy for her, it just kind of stung to not have anyone look at me the same way they did her. I wasnt’t ugly that’s for sure, but my bestfriend happened to be the definition sexy asf . So that unfortunately made me look less attractive by comparison to other people. but I just had to suck it up, right?

“you’re not the only one shorty, someone’s been eyeing you up all night.” she smirked. “WHAT?!” I yelped, probably a little too loud for anyone’s liking. I felt the stares of at least a dozen people on you, but its not like the reaction was disingenuous. I never had been attractive to guys. so the surprise of the comment was indeed genuine. I would have never thought in a million years that a man would look at me next to your best friend.

in a hushed tone loud enough for only her to hear I asked “who?” she giggled.

“the cutie in the ghost face mask”

I turned in the direction she was nodding in. I saw a very attractive man in the mask. she wasn’t lying when she said he was cute. but it was kind of an under-exaggeration. he was hot. like extremely hot. not like I could see his face with that damn mask on but just by his demeanor he was hot. but that doesn’t excuse the fact that he looked like a man whore in that black tank top and grey sweatpants.

“fuck me”.

I shook my head violently. me and a man? never. I also hate men. that was probably the second reason I hate frats. but I definitely couldn’t deny he was for sure attractive. the way the tightness of the black cloth around his chest was almost just as sinful as the budding warmth in between my legs.

I was probably staring for a second too long because I heard “cutie approaching right fucking now.”

“oh shit”. I mumbled trying to calm myself before he gets to me.

why the fuck am I so nervous? I should be even giving this man the time of day, and yet here I was nervously sweating at the thought of him. I don’t get to finish my thoughtshoughts before you hear a “hey”

oh.my.fucking.god

his voice. his fucking voice. oh my god. you could of turned to mush at the sound of it. I would just love to hear how he sound when he’s inside of-

“sorry, did my beauty stun you darling?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at him. ‘ugh, great’ you thought. ‘another man ruined by opening his mouth’. third thing on the shit list was. cocky men.

“um, no. hi” I managed to get out, though it was barely audible. “i can’t even see how you look, how do i know your not lying to me about your ‘beauty’” I teased, a lot more confidently than before. I could see my best friend practically jaw dropped at the interaction from the corner of my eye.

what she and him didn’t know is that I am absolutely shitting my pants right about now.

he leaned in closer and gripped my chin. holy fuck was I trembling? ‘yeah, he’s hot’ . I was sort of scared and excited all at the same time. and I was sure he knew it too. he tipped my head around, almost like he was studying me. I couldn’t be more thrilled and disgusted at the same time. why was I letting this complete stranger touch me, let alone a frat boy. who even was I right now?

he essentially engulfed you with his shadow, standing so tall it was unfathomable. “you don’t have to see my face to know im gorgeous, angel. just know that i am and take it as fact”

“im gonna get a drink, you two have fun” your best friend chimed. I glared at her and then giving that ‘don’t leave me here, help me bitch’ look. “have fun~” she repeated walking away from the two of us. I was tempted to yell after her to not to leave me with this total stranger. ‘that fucking bitch left me with this asshole’, I internally grumbled. he seemed to notice my change in body language. “hey, don’t worry darling, i’ll take great care of you while that little friend of yours is gone.” he purred in my ear.

I replied sarcastically. “yeah because all of you frat boys are just incredible at taking care of girls.” he paused for a moment. “wow! honey, you think that low of me? i’m hurt” he stated dramatically, one hand on his chest, and the other snakes around my waist gripped tighty.

“well, my my angel, i’ll show you just how good i can treat you. maybe then it’ll shut that mouth of yours”

I grew nervous. what was he going to do to me? the thought of everything that simple sentence had me spiraling in arousal. I knew I shouldn’t have even been considering the possibility of what he would be doing. I knew damn well what he wants out of me. and frankly I didn’t care. I squeezed my thighs attempting to relieve the rapid thumping in between my legs.

“you don’t have to squirm darling, let me help you” he forces his knee up against the wall in between my legs . I whimper trying to keep all attention off of me at this very moment. the last thing I needed to do was be caught with someone like him. I attempted to push him off of me but he was too heavy for me. he left a trail of kisses from my jawline all the way to my collarbone. biting harder with each kiss. I wriggled around trying to push him off of me, scared to get caught.

“nuh uh, no resisting my love. you know just as well as i do that you want this” he purred. he was right I did want this. I wanted to be taken advantage of in front of all these people. the thought of it making the wet spot in my panties grow bigger and bigger. “shut the fuck up.” I muttered. he slightly backed away for a second.

“really now? is this what we’re doing now honey?” he sighed. “i bet your fucking hideous under that mask. maybe this is the only way you can even have a girl even slightly attracted to you-“ before I could even finish the sentence I jolted toward and felt his big hand gripped around my wrist. “hey! what the fuck are you doing asshole?! get the fuck off of me!” I yelped.

“i tried to be nice to you darling, but you just couldn’t be good for me huh”

I continued to hit and curse at him until I reached a bed room. he practically flung me to the full sized mattress on the other side of the room, before locking the door and marching towards me. that small mix of excitement and fear suddenly rushes back into me. I decide to be bitchy, not like that hasn’t worked for me before.

“what the actual fuck was that for you dickhead? that fucking hurt” I whined.

he suddenly gripped my jaw, your panties are sopping. “i tried to be nice with you doll, but you just had to ruin it with your bratty mouth. if you want to act like a bitch, i’ll treat you like one”

something about that threat scared me, but at this point I absolutely destroyed any type of common sense I may have had before entering the party was surely abandoned. so before I know it a statement I'd learn to soon to regret slips out of your mouth.

“so do it then, mother fucker”

without any sort of hesitation he pushes me hard, deeper into the bed and forcefully chokes me. I can’t even breathe and yet I hear yourself moaning. something about being treated like an object was doing it for me.

“you like being treated like a filthy whore,baby? yeah?” I nodded frantically, almost begging for him to continue.

his knees were on either side of me, keeping you from resisting. its not like I was going to anyway.

he removed his hand from my throat, and made his down into that black little mini skirt that went with my costume. he felt around a little bit until he found your clit and slowly rubbing it in circles. “ah fuck” I whimpered. “yeah? you like that baby? tell me how much you love it” he spoke, in an extremely demanding tone. “i love it when you touch me,baby” I said trying my best to hold back the noises trying to escape my mouth.

“tell me everything you want me to do to you and i’ll do it to you if you’re good” he said picking up the pace with his fingers, earning a low gasp from me.

“i want you to slap me. i want you to spit on me and call me a whore, daddy. make me your bitch” I said pleadingly. at this point, I didn’t give a damn how pathetic I sounded. he was too good at making me feel good. I may or may not regret it in the morning, but that’s a problem for future me.

“that’s my good girl, don’t your worry your pretty little head. i’m gonna make you feel real good tonight babe” he removed his finger from my clit and I whined at the lack of stimulation. but it was replaced with a sense of fullness. he inserted two of his lengthy fingers inside of me. lubed up with my slick and juices. he used the pad of his thumb to continue circling my clit.

I gasped loudly this time not holding back any of the noises I made. My eyes rolled back from the pleasure of him. he curled his fingers inside my pussy, carefully and slowly as if he was looking for something.

“OH MY GOD” I threw your head back, gripping the sheets. my tits bounced in response to me back arching and me squriming. “yeah? looks like i found your g-spot, take it bitch, take my fucking fingers inside of you”

he finally took off the mask and put it on the top of his head. I hate to admit it but he was right. he was gorgeous. he had those aquamarine blue eyes. god, it would look even more gorgeous looking up at me.

I couldn’t really pay attention to his features for too long before he took both of my legs over his shoulders, his hands having a heavy, almost painful grip on both of my thighs and started eating me out like it was his first meal in decades. his tounge was like magic. he was lapping my cunt up so good he had me staring. I was a moaning mess. I kept loudly rambling about how good it felt, my quivering legs clasped together with his head it the middle of my thighs.

“you’re being so good for me baby, you taste so good” the praise only made my moans grow louder. he moved his hand onto one of my tits squeezing my nipple and simultaneously sucking on my clit, having me practically screaming.

“baby, fuck, i’m gonna cum. please can i cum”

“cum for me darling”

soon I was seeing white and sobbing thank you’s

but that didn't stop eating me.despite my cry’s of pleasure and overstimulation. I was babbling about god knows what before he finally stopped.

I feel relieved but the relief is broken quickly by his words.

“we’re not done yet darling, i have so many more things i need to do to you.”

he hikes my skirt up and pulls your thong down to my ankles. then pulls my shirt down just enough for both my breasts to be exposed, he removes his shirt and sweats to expose his long hard cock. it was definitely big, scary big. I didn’t even know how it was possible for it to fit inside of me but I was dumb and painfully horny so it’s not like that was important right now.

“open your mouth” he demanded. I was confused but I didn’t question it. I obliged and I feel his saliva reach my mouth. you swallowed and opened your mouth again to show for it.

“good fucking girl” and with that he rammed his dick inside my sensitive pussy. I screamed “YES” with my eyes rolling back and pulling his body closer to mine, my nails clawing on his back. he bit my neck while he bottomed out and rhythmically thrusted in and out of me , his hand making its way around my neck. I hear his quiet moans in your ear, that was almost enough to make me climax right then and there.

he pulled out of me and flipped me on my stomach and grabbed my hair, pulling me towards him, forcing an large arch in my back. the wet slapping sounds continued to get more and more frequent. “who’s pussy is this?” he growled. “yours!” I exclaimed “say my name bitch” he moaned. “it’s yours daddy” I screamed. “that’s a good little slut. taking daddy’s dick like this? you like that yeah?”

“yes!” I sobbed, coming close to my orgasm. “please pound my pussy like the whore i am, pleasepleasepleasePLEASE” I rambled. he moaned, slapping my ass. he flipped me back into missionary, I whined at the loss of contact.

“i want to see your face when you cum” he said, putting the mask back on. he slammed himself into me, and thrusting much quicker than before. he spit on my face and his fingers made it back to my clit.

“oh my god, im gonna cum”

he didn’t go any faster or any slower, he just kept ramming his hard cock inside my dripping pussy. “cum for me angel, cum for me.”

my legs were shaking as the overwhelming sense of pleasure washed over my entire body, my babbles and tight cunt added onto his high. he didn’t stop thrusting, making me overstimulated and screaming. my brain turning into mush.

“fuck i’m gonna cum too baby” he moaned.

like he said, he did indeed cum. his semen spilling inside of me, me spamming from the feeling of his warm cum inside of me. I knew after this, there’s no way in hell I wasn’t pregnant after this.

he pulled his cock out of me, his cum dripping out of my pussy. he seemed mesmerized by the sight. I took my finger and scooped up some of the cum and put them inside my mouth.

he rushed around the room looking for a towel and cleaned me up.

“i hope whoever’s room this is, isn’t going to be too upset about this” he chuckled.

“this isn’t even your room???”I half laughed.

“nope,but on another note, i think i might of gotten you pregnant which is kind of hot” he said nervously

I laughed and said something even more embarrassing

“and this is probably way too late to ask, but what’s your name again?”

"Gojo Satoru, Gojo."

"Well Satoru Gojo, I had fun." I say winking.

#[暗闇]dark heaven #[選ぶ]ashies picks #[誕生日}---Ashiessspeakss<3 #gojo satoru #gojo jjk #gojo smut

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foolshoujo · 3 months

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@miskick reminded me about the health check, can we talk about the health check let's talk about this bc iku/tsuki is sooooo unslick if you know right. i know, you know.

so that whole deal doubles two fold, with the very clear intention of iku/tsuki( who all things considered so far in reload, & i may have to double back to this depending to strike this out or expand on it, has def been a proper worker bee for kiri/jo corp like while he doesnt outright say it its more properly implied that a lot of the reports, support, study, etc are for him as a researcher tasked as the liaison for ki/rijo to watch over sees. thats the whole reason hes no doubt the chairman bc he has to be the guy who keeps the former test site under lock right ok ) abusing his place of power & responsibility to run tests on the mc because he fucking knows they are the key to awaking the prince & summon nyx. it also serves as the convenient way for u to run home late so that u can have that moment w/ ta/kaya but its not about him rn & thats like metagame shit kjsfdha

anyways i find this fascinating because it does come from a place of concern. the constant use of persona does strain on the body just like the dark hour strains on the body. realistically it's smart to have a routine check up & the fact that ikutsuki waits so long to really push this, even if the order is from a legit higher up source & not him specifically as it is vague as to why( even mitsu/ru is like UHM ?? we have to do WHAT which was a hilarious red flag that this was most likely ikuts/uki vs kirij/o u feel me, u get it. ), seems very hmMM to me. it most certainly feels like to me at least a way to sneakily do a proper once over to the mc both to properly try to find some clue as to the whole multiperso/na bit & also again, iku/tsuki knows the mc is harboring the 13th shadow. like the mc's check up is long too, like its implied these were like an hour or so at most for everyone else a standardized fitness & probs a few psych evals but nothing heavy ? no doubt there is probably some medical equipment to examine one's persona thats off screen lore nonsense but still. my point is why was the mc's check up so long, why did we suddenly have to do this ? hmm ? ikuts/uki, i see you i see you workin for ur own gain.

&& like im right, literally look at what he did to the hundred kids in the persona program ki/rijo ran. he was head of that ! he was the one behind those cruel experiments, testing, & behind the drug strega uses & distributes to shi/nji. two words, one name: min/azuki sh/o. like iku/tsuki is just using the same methods in different ways to get the scientific data he needs to fuel his objective.

all of this to say is he's suspicious. i'm most certainly taking this & adapting it into my canon, however i think while mi/nato's check up is norm---- mina/ko's has an issue, the power of the 13th shadow as it now is stronger thanks to the several full moon shadows now rejoined with it overloads most if not all equipment attached to min/ako. technically this would be in the form of ph/aros within min/ako lashing out against a threat he can't understand. the two of them are symbiotic, they are also not stupid. mi/nako has been uncomfortable around ikuts/uki since the start. like something in the pit of her stomach just twists & turns if he's too close or she's alone with him. all of mi/nako's tests turn inconclusive & she leaves for the day, late with the events to run into tak/aya happen as they would in reload bc i like that thats fun & not at all traumatizing to mi/nako who is also violently uncomfortable around revolver jesus complex. however as she's leaving & gone, ik/utsuki has a fucking meltdown within the room he used to look at the results, lashing out in a rare moment of lost composure. in a way he can tell the shadow hosted within her metaphorical womb wants nothing to do with him, with the plan to summon nyx. all this does is make things worse. all it does is aid in the severe escalation toward the night on the observatory where he plans to sacrifice min/ako personally. i've gone into both that night & how i view iku/tsuki as obsessed with mi/nako almost viewing her akin to a saint for death & the fall here & this sorta of scene & reexamination of it really just adds to it.

uhh hey lol hi whatup

#( about; lore / headcanon. )#( ooc; do not reblog. )#p3r spoilers /#sounding a wee unhinged bc im so mentally spent but this bothered me i must speak about it

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myrfing · 2 years

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6.2 MSQ spoiler thread [estinien voice] kumbhira ribeye baby [varshahn voice] did he drop it in dirt

YOUR...BABY HEAD? THE... NO BEARD SCALES?

howling screaming best himalayan salt lamp ever

this is so. LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

this party comp is nice...yshtola is my forever gamer and estiniens a funny guy. and big varshahn is um. big varshahn. also first time i think they've ever left the autofill as healer for the pc lol

ohhh i looove the twisted surrounds. and god making varshahn pull more in his newly minted freshman meatsuit sorry for the evil

watching his ass use shield lob 5 times in a row for an enemy right next to him. Yea you need to be a dragon

*taking pics of everything* I have to show cylva does she know this lady.

yshtola asking if voidsent appreciate flowers too...man they kind of screwed themselves over by making the void already in CT when their aesthetic sense was erm worse but they really are making the best of it. it looks cool even if halloweeny

common tongue between norvrandt and the 13th...is that the weenis woonis or was there a different babel event. ohh thinking about the golden dhyata now

oh man she's cool.

also people were mad about this line weren't they? i dont get it that's pretty par for the course for the bodyjacker guy

her voice is so nice lol

"are you his friend" "im gourd I dont know anything about that" most ic response laughed like hell. also people said these choices were mean they arent even half as mean as I want them to be sorry to the lovers

YSHTOLA NOT YOUR AETHER LMFAOOO LET GOURD GIVE HIS GIRL YOUA RE FUCKINGGGG PUTTING GAS ON THE PEDAL 24/7

oh so she's like vaulthry

her little hat tilt...moe

why doesnt...like...why dont we just kill the guy or. gourd absorbs the aether. i know suspended disbelief needed here just man

yshtola being the one to give zero her name...the way they. Well.

also she's still cool but she's also very lame. win

...sorry fray

statue of a guy who died doing passage of arms

im lookin for thos deepeyes...

man these little guys can have a little aether. it's fine gourd has a lot and he never fucking uses it except all at once I guess

zero's little sad house of nobodies. love it. yes the house and heart yshtola

SHE'S SUCH A BORN IN A WET CARDBOARD BOX ALL ALONE LMFAOOO HER HIDEOUT...NO NAME...ONLY KNOWS TRANSACTIONAL BONDS...so real. the oc of desolate 12 year olds everywhere

girl you got snot fountain in your mind palace

ok I know barbariccia is naked lady boss #43461 but hi. you're green as hell like pea soup

wtf she killed those little dudes. they were just hanging out

host says they cant seat us until everyones here wol sighs and takes out their azem crystal

snot hair lady a little fun

NO deepeyes in the void :(

aw ciriatto is relieved and says farfarello quieted down after we slonked her shit

SO FUNNY MAKING ESTINIEN CARRY HER? SO FUNNY ALSO PRETENDING THE WOL DOESNT HAVE MASSIVE AETHER RESERVES YET AGAIN

yesss lets feed zero zero feast zero eat

miss hydaelyn bringing me the cool kids wide and far

varshahn (politely) She is a pain in the ass. But that's ok

LFMAOAOAOAOOA YOU CAN BE LIKE I'm going to my island.

aww..zero feeling warmth and light for the first time in ever

nidhana is so reliable she is just everywhere I guess

DO NOTTTT INSULT NIDHANA ZERO >:[_____]

SHE SUCKED THAT APPLE DRYYYYY HELPPPP

also varshahn. Grow up

[jp writers] human connection and belonging is The Apple (Fruit)

...i bet shes going to die when taken outside of her pond and thats why shes okay with it after all that. Zero U Are So

varshahn's customer service voice with her AHAHAHA

fuck thee aethernet we are walking so you get to see PLANTS and SKIES and COLOR and ARCHITECTURE and PEOPLE

im so glad that the first place she sees as herself in the first is thavnair cus it's such a gorgeous and lively place

lmaoaoooaoaao you just got unlucky zero you got a pretty weird guy

WOO YEAH YSHTOLA the 13th as the life will fill the universe again weaping crying whatever

omg let the eyeball goop enjoy thavnair too

Golbez Grip

there's the Promises We Dont Know About again

i like the void's goofy asses. next is the x.3 patch so someone is going to have to eat it raw

#ffxiv #6.2 spoilers

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jimiminily · 3 months

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🌹𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒊 🌹

Enjoy your 30! 💜

18.02.2024

Happiest 30th bday hobiiii 🎂🥳💕 A day full of sunshine, when hobi came

I miss him vm like at least he's coming back in like 8 months (17 oct) AND THAT'S VERY SOON (gaslighting myself) AND HOW HE TURNED 30?!?! HE WAS LIKE 26 WHEN I GOT TO KNOW HIM TIME IS PASSING BY SO FAST 😭

He's so adorable and sweet I miss him so much I can't believe we all have to go thru this wdym he's serving in the military ???? Stay safe and happy hobi ♡♡ goodluck with your service I love you so much 🥹💜

Time will pass quickly 🫡

He also wrote a letter on weverse today ♡

(Translation)

" ARMY !!!!!!!!!! this is hoseok~💕🫡

this is really.. fascinating/crazy !!!! my birthday did come...😅

i thought my birthday won't come while serving in the military...

but it's already february 18th ahhahahahah!!!

what does that mean..? it means! 'time goes on...' hahahaha

it's so fascinating that i ended up rambling on. 😅🤣

anyways, this is my first and last birthday i will be spending as an army soldier...! but these days, i really feel your love and interests in a big way hehe

from the reactions from those around me to the events you were hosting, i fully felt it with my skin so i think i feel <that love and interest> more!!! it's interesting and i feel like.. my shoulder goes up too:) (meaning that he feels proud)🤩😋🤩😙

it's all because of having our ARMYs right?🫡🫡😂😂

no matter what situation, in my heart, you all are always in the center...!! it's a big part that i never forgot while promoting/working for over the 10 years. 💝

though i always express and it might not be enough, but thank so much!!

thank you so much and i love you for being our fan and jhopes fan!

thanks to you, i am not lonely this birthday too!!!

i will healthily discharge from the military and greet you cooly!!

thank you!!

-from ARMY, to ARMY- "

No way he wrote "from ARMY, to ARMY-"

Welcome to the team bud 😭 this letter is super sweet :(

And he wrote an advanced letter too for his bday!

[HobisLetter] 📬Letter from jhope

(in image)

"happy birthday jhope ♡♡♡

it is my birthday !!! 18th of february 2024...

a lot of people will be wishing me a happy birthday then too right ??,,,, kekeke just my wish..

i think it would be good to just tell you how im doing now !!

everyone, im adjusting well and doing welll~~!!

very healthily~~ ♡♡ hahahaha

the memories of getting lots of birthday wishes from you all every birthday is clear.

ive also celebrated my birthday together with you too !!

it is a shame that i have to give my greetings in a different way because i am completing my service.. but right now in my heart, i am thinking of you guys and am have strong feelings missing you even more !!

i was able to receive so many birthday wishes and my birthday was even more meaningful because of you all. this time again, i want to convey how thankful i always am from the bottom of my heart, that much more!!

i love you, for today, let us all have a hope day~♡♡"

And guess what! He also posted an :p

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They celebrated in the military too 🥹🎂💕 have fun in your free time

🐿️🎂🏞️>>🏃🏃‍♂️>>🥹💜👍

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Happy 30th Birthday to the gorgeous, super talented record-breaking, history-making Million-seller rapper, singer-songwriter, dancer, record producer, choreographer & Global Icon, the One & Only j-hope who rings in his birthday, trending at #1 WORLDWIDE on /TwitterX! 👏🎂🎉🌟🐐👑💜

j-hope rose to fame as the main Rapper of BTS, the Biggest band in the world! He is a hugely successful Solo Artist in his own right and one of the Best K-act performers, always paving the way! He was the first K-soloist to enter the “Top 100 Most Followed Artists” on Spotify, the first K-Soloist to surpass 16 Million followers and the most followed on Spotify for many years (now 2nd)! He's the 1st K-soloist to debut an album (Jack in the box) with over 60Million streams and the 1st k-Soloist to have 3 albums surpassing 500 Million streams on Spotify! j-hope is also the 1st South Korean Artist in history to headline a major US music festival "Lollapalooza" and the highest ticket- selling artist in Lollapalooza’s history! With his song "on the street" J-Hope is the 1st Asian Act to enter the Top 10 of the Billboard R&B/Hip-Hop Digital Song Sales Year End Chart and the 1st member of BTS to earn a top-40 entry on the UK Singles Chart following its debut at #37, setting a new record as the highest-charting Korean soloist in the history of the chart at the time! j-hope ties PSY as the 4th K-act with the most #1 hits in World Digital Song Sales chart history after BTS! j-hope's solo discography including his songs under BTS has achieved 1,500 #1's on iTunes! He ties Suga as the Rapper with the most songs with over 100 x #1s on iTunes! His first solo mixtape, 'Hope World', in 2018 peaked at #38 on the US Billboard 200, breaking the record for the highest-charting album by a K- soloist at the time. He became the 1st member of BTS to enter the Billboard Hot 100 as a soloist in 2019, with his single "Chicken Noodle Soup", ft BeckyG, which debuted at #81. In 2022, J-Hope's chart-topping debut studio album 'Jack in the Box', scored the 5th biggest Album debut among K-soloists in history! J-hope is also the 1st K-Act to headline Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve in 2022!

j-hope has received 30 nominations and has won numerous awards including a Golden Disc Award in 2023, a Korean Hip Hop Award in 2023 for Best R& B track for "Rush Hour" with Crush and 2 MAMA Awards in 2022 including Most Popular Male Artist! In 2018, he was awarded the fifth-class Hwagwan Order of Cultural Merit by the President of South Korea and in 2021, he was appointed Special Presidential Envoy for Future Generations and Culture by President Moon Jae-in to help "lead the global agenda for future generations, such as sustainable growth" and "expand South Korea's diplomatic efforts and global standing" in the international community!

Further cementing him as one of the most influential K-figures globally.

And guess what!!!! >< he will release a new special album!!!!! BigHit just announced it!

"We are pleased to announce the release of “HOPE ON THE STREET VOL.1,” a special album by BTS member j-hope.

“HOPE ON THE STREET VOL.1” is a special album featuring a total of six tracks and will be released alongside “HOPE ON THE STREET,” a docuseries that trails j-hope’s dance journey.

Please join j-hope as he looks back on his dance journey by listening to “HOPE ON THE STREET VOL.1” and watching the “HOPE ON THE STREET” docuseries.

*Release Date: 1 PM, Friday, March 29, 2024 (KST)"

🎁H͜͡a͜͡p͜͡p͜͡y͜͡🎁

🎉B͜͡i͜͡r͜͡t͜͡h͜͡d͜͡a͜͡y͜͡🎉

💜H͜͡o͜͡p͜͡e͜͡💜

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#HAPPYBIRTHDAYJHOPE #HAPPYJHOPEDAY #AsAlwaysWithJhope #jhopeBornToBeOnStage #To_Be_Continued_218 #jhopeOurPathToHope #GwangjuPrinceJhope #jhopeAllRounderArtist #jhopeRecordSetter #TheAceOfKpop_jhope #jhopeDanceProdigy #HopeIsInTheAir #제이홉이_걷는길의_희망이될게 #햇살가득_희망이온날_제이홉생일축하해 #Instagram

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voidselfshipp · 2 years

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Summer Love, Summer Tunes

Cw: n/a. Ask to tag!.

Only mutuals allowed to rb. Sorry for the long post. Im on Mobile but ill try adding a Reading more once im waking up from my nap.

Summary: Dylan falls in love with a regular camp counselor at Hacketts quarry. Soon finding out that shes more special than once originally thought.

-> nice comments are appreciated.

Taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifehenrycooldown @mercuryships @80sboyfriends

Summer. What a wonderfull season, sunshine, warmth, all in all just fun.

This summer at Hackett's Quarry wasnt going to be any different.

The first time Dylan met Nova he felt he was going to trip over his own jaw, abigail had to literally close his mouth.

--Alright everyone!-- Said Chris Hackett, owner of Hacketts Quarry-- This is Nova! Shes been a regular camp counselor for some years now! And she Will be joining you this year as well

--Hi!, im Nova! Nice to meet you-- Said a woman, Brown hair in a bun, green eyes that, now lit up by the sun, seemed like precious gemstones. She was wearing some high waisted shorts and a yellow tubetop.

--Nice to meet you too!-- Said kaytlin returning her smile.

--Well campers! Lets get this started!-- chris announced with a grin.

The first time dylan had a chance to talk to Nova was during one of the activities both of their Groups did togheter. As the campers started to look for sticks to make small birdhouses out of, dylan mustered all the courage he could and sat besides Nova, who was drawing away, imitating the lake before them.

--Hey-- He greeted her-- Nova, right?

The woman Turned to him, when her gaze meets his own he freezes for a moment-- Yep, im Nova, youre Dylan right? The guy from the announcements?

The Man nodded-- Ye-yeah thats me, glad to see my reputation proceeds me

She laughed, making his heart skip a beat-- apparently yeah, nice to meet the camp's radio host celebrity

--Radio host celebrity?-- Dylan asked with a brow raised.

--Thats how the kids at my cabin call you-- Nova explained.

--Well, if im such a celebrity in your cabin, mind if ask you to come with me to the radio shack tomorrow? I bet the kids would love some of that fun energy of yours, you Will have to wake up earlier though...

She just giggled, being taken off guard by the request-- Hah, sure. I dont see why not

The Next day at early morning, she went to the radio shack with Dylan to broadcast the announcements for the day.

--Okay-- Said the man-- We are on air in three ...two...one... now!

--Good morning campers!-- Nova said energetically yet softly-- this is Nova from cabin 9!, im here with Mr. Radio Host Celebrity aka Dylan, who was so kind to invite me here to say todays announcements! Starting off with the news that today all cabins Will hunt for frogs since yesterday night we had rain!-- And so she said the rest of the news for that day. It only took ten minutes or so-- And to close! Enjoy some tunes Dylan and me curated for today! Take care and remember! What doesnt kill you only makes you stronger!

Then the radio cut-- and we're good-- Dylan said-- nice job!, hey I know you didnt eat breakfast so I was wondering if you wanted to Grab a bite to eat?

--Heh, sure, why not..!-- Nova agreed,both going to the main cabin to get their delicious breakfast.

It didnt take long for them to hit it off, so much so that the kids of their respective Groups started singing "Dylan and Nova on a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G". It became a usual thing and though it didnt bother either of them, there was some truth to it...

Nova had her own room in the main cabin where the dinning room was, perfect for some privacy.

Her room had a loft that hosted her bed, under it was a desk, a bunch of plants and a little house for her pet mouse, Micelium.

She ruminiged through her clothes, finding the fancy avocado green dress with decorations of waves, pine trees and leaves, usually she would wear this to some fancy event or traditional druid festivities.

A druid...yeah thats what she was, a druid from the Mare clan, one of the oldest clans of druids, she smiled trailing over the embroidered decorations. A part of her wondered how the kids would react if they knew she wasnt...human.

How would Dylan react? Would he be scared? Concerned?...

She sighed shaking her head and grabbing the fawn mask the elders crafted for her, a parting gift for when she left the village to pursue her dreams.

She slipped on the dress and mask, admiring the golden details, the sun casted in gold on the masks forehead to the rings that decorated the horns.

To finish she slipped on the dark green riding hood-- Mice?-- Nova called out to her pet-- c'mon now its patroll time!

The small mouse peeked from his house made of wood, using a smaller riding hood of the same color as his owners, and a wooden mask of a fawn as well, though it had a waning crescent moon casted in silver.

The rodent zipped through the air in the shape of a flash of light, appearing on the womans shoulder.

--good to go?-- Micelium nodded-- good. Lets go

She slipped out of her room by the Window behind her bed, transforming into a beautiful barn owl, flying around the main cabin surveilling. Though...she couldnt help but perch on the Window that showed Dylan's Room.

She smiled, taking a bit of time to appreciate how peacefull his crush looked while sleeping.

Thoug her happiness was short lived as her mouse pet tugged at her feathers signaling her to get a move on.

--Yeah yeah I know..-- She muttered taking off to scout the rest of the area.

The breeze felt nice against her feathers, the way she hovered over the thick forest was gracefull and somewhat ethereal. Then again. She wasnt human...

No werewolves or dangers were seen that night so she was quick to return to her room.

She de-transformed and changed into some comfy clothes, going up the stairs to her loft to cuddle up in her bed.

Her fingers traced over a beautiful dark turquoise book, engraved with waves and plants on the covers and spine.

"Clan Mare og dens medlemmer" read the cover. It meant "Mare clan and its members" in norwegian.

Nova endulged herself in Reading the old weathered book, her digits ghosting over the family tree of her clans integrants.

There she saw the family of her friends, smiling as she observed the pictures of her Friends, wondering where could they be.

She made a pause as she reached her family tree, however. Her mother and father.

River, her mother, what a kind and caring woman, affective and funny, Her father, Oliver, was a hardworking Man, almost the same as River in personality, he loved to joke around and take care of his family.

Then she started to wonder if dylan would fit into the tree, his name meant son of the sea, he could very well be part of the Mare clan since they were stationed in the shore of Argentina.

Closing the book she left it besides her, hoping her nostalgia would wash away as she closed her eyes and cuddled further under the blankets.

The Next day arrived sooner than she expected. And soon enough she was instructing the kids on their Next activity, silently hoping she would get to see dylan soon.

Though, sadly she didnt see him until sundown, when the campers went to eat dinner.

--Heyy,theres my favorite forager-- Dylan joked sitting infront of Nova-- I took a sip of that lemonade you made today with the kids! Didnt know that we could use some of the flowers that Grow here! Where did you learn all of this?

--Hah, well my family knows. Kinda passed down through generations yknow?-- Nova answered with a smile.

-- Thats very useful, specially in camp-- the Man admitted-- hey, I was wondering if we could hang out? Maybe in your room since you dont have a roommate, its uh...no pressure tho..

--Sure, why not, everything okay?-- She asked looking at him, slightly concerned

Dylan stuttered a little, looking away-- I mean yeah...just uh...gotta tell you somethin'...

After dinner, both went to Novas bedroom, That was softly illuminated by fairy lights and some oil lamps.

--Mr. H lets you use actual oil lamps? Arent they a Fire hazard? -- Dylan inquired looking around.

--I mean yeah...but Chris trusts me enough to not set the place on Fire-- She joked-- wanna go up to the loft? Its comfier there

--U-uh yeah..I might need somewhere comfy considering what I wanna tell you-- The Man answered.

Once they sat on Novas bed, dylan took some time to start talking, then he cleared his throat after some minutes of painstaking silence.

--So...ive uhm...had feelings...for you...since you arrived-- He started-- Youre just...heh..youre just so pretty...and Smart...and insightfull, I feel like youre out of my League here but...I want to be with you...

Nova only smiled taking her crush's hand-- Thats a relief...I had feelings for you too

Dylan started smiling like a fool in love, cause he kind of was, and gave her a big hug, giggling a little as she hugged back, joining in with happy squeals.

From then on, both were inseparable, all summer long they were always togheter. Two peas in a pot.

Nova soon started to wonder when should she tell him about her druidic origin, scared he might see it as weird or disgusting....

Though, after the events of their final light at Hacketts Quarry, she soon realized that there were weirder and scarier things.

As they drove back to civilization,both sat at the back of the van, completly alone, just cuddling togheter in a bundle of blankets.

--So...now that we wont be comin back at the camp...what Will we do?-- Dylan asked, looking down at Nova, who was resting against his chest.

--...well I was hoping I could inscribe on other camps, or nature related things...you could come with while you study quantum physics..-- The woman proposed.

--Hmm...I would like that-- He agreed-- I really liked being camp counselor though..

--Agreed...

Soon they reached a motel where they would stay the night, they bunked up togheter and cuddled against a Window looking at the city.

--Yknow...I dont want to push it-- Dylan started-- you can tell me whenever you feel like it..but we need to talk about you growing plants out of thin air and being respected by literal werewolves...

Nova sighed-- Well...I was scared to tell you but after everything thats happened...I think theres worst things..., I am...a druid...I can grow plants, shapeshift into animals, speak to them..., can you pass me that book there?-- she pointed at the old dark turquoise book in her bag.

Dylan stretched over and grabbed it, handing it to her.

She opened it and showed her a map of each druid clan.

--The other druid clans here are stationed in Sanfran, Washington and New York, theres some in Florida too...my clan, the Mare clan are here...at the coast of Argentina..--She gestured to the the coast of Buenos Aires, a province from Argentina.

--Okay, thats super cool though...--dylan admitted-- what else can you tell me?

--Well.., mice was a gift from the elders of my clan, as well as my mask...-- She commented-- and heres my family tree-- she quickly flipped to the pages that had the family trees-- thats my mom, River and thats my dad, Oliver

--Hmm, thats interesting-- the Man commented-- hah that kid is you?

--Yep. Thats little old me

Dylan kissed the top of Novas head-- Dylan means son of the sea...would I fit in your clan?

--Absolutely...I thought about it yknow?...-- She stretched over to her backpack to Grab a pen, taking her lovers arm and draw some patterns on his forearm.

--What are you scribbling on there? -- he teased.

--When couples get togheter they usually paint markings like these on their skin to show that they are taken, usually combining things of their partner and them...so I thought I could put some branches, flowers...paint supplies and music for you, maybe even some equations for you ...

The Mans cheeks flush red as he looks away smiling-- Heh...Thank you baby...

He kissed her softly once she was done, holding her tight against his chest. The Next day they all went back on the road.

--What are those scribbles on your forearm? -- Abigail asked with a brow raised.

Dylan only smiled as he made himself comfortable on the back of the Van-- im taken -- he answered.

One day later they all returned to their homes, dylan was quick to visit Nova whenever he could.

Today was the day that he would be added to the family tree. He was anxious to say the least.

--So this thing updates instantly? You just have to add me?

Nova nodded, finishign writing down his name on the book-- Ive decided to add your name in a sunflower...its my favorite flower...and they mean happiness..cause youre my happiness...

The Man chuckled with a soft smile, kissing his lovers cheek-- I love you...

-- I love you too-- she answered-- wanna go cuddle?

He nodded, soon finding himself snuggling closer to his girlfriend. Every minute he spend with her was invaluable. Even the bad times they spent togheter...he wouldnt trade them for the world.

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stanmixtapes · 2 years

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“𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪“

pairing : bucky x reader

summary : when reader finds her scars unappealing, bucky is always there to show her how much those scars proves how beautiful she is.

words : 1.2k

warnings : scars, scratches, kissing, talking about violence, gunshot wound, fluff. please let me know if i missed any!!

request by @mind-of-a-girl , here you go, my first ever fic!! I hope you like it, keep in mind english is not my first language so im so sorry if theres any mistakes or any grammatical errors <3 -Honey

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the decorations and lights in the Avengers Compound was so extravagantly decorated. the place so so bright you could never miss it as a party hosted by none other than Tony Stark himself. ‘Extravagant’ was practically his middle name, always finding a reason to throw a party for something. this particular party was just a simple get-together with everyone and a few other people (to Tony a few means a few hundred).

you’ve always find an excuse to exclude yourself from events like these not because you don’t like them but because you’ve never really found yourself to ‘fit’ in stuff like this. to your luck, Tony had insisted on you attending the party, even bought you a dress so here you are in your room getting ready. you started to put on your dress, feeling the soft fabric on your body you decided to take a look at it on the mirror.

like a switch you immediately wanted to take it off. it was a backless dark blue dress and it’s beautiful, just not on you. you could see all of your nasty scars that you’ve been trying to hide on the backless part of the beautiful dress. its as though you ruined the perfect piece of clothing. running your fingers to the edge of your dress that ends just on top of your knees, you could see scars and scratches that started on your thighs.

you couldn’t look at your face in the mirror, afraid as if the mirror would mock you. you don’t know how long you’ve been standing in front of it, you didn’t even realize the door opening and the presence of someone.

“doll?” bucky softly called out to you, closing the door behind him. you didn’t answer him, you didn’t even notice he was in here. looking at you up and down and the reflection of the mirror standing in front of you, he wondered what did he do to deserve someone as special as you, but your expression on the mirror says the opposite, he quickly realizes what’s going on.

bucky slowly made his way behind you, “you look so beautiful.” he ran his hands on the sides of your arms. you were pulled out of your thoughts, finally noticing bucky behind you. tears welled in your eyes when reality hits you,

“look at me.” you ever so slightly whispered. he looks at you, his face washed with worry, “what do you see in me?” you asked in the same whisper trying to mask the shakiness in your voice.

“i see a beautiful person with a big heart, i see a badass agent, i see someone who puts everyone else before herself” he gently replied.

“i don’t- i dont see a beautiful person,” you shook your head, your eyes were trailing your own body up and down in the mirror

“then i suggest you see an eye doctor doll.” he joked. he knew you didn’t find it funny, you still had that frown on your face.

a frown that doesn’t belong on your pretty pretty face. he knows this feeling all too well. he had his own scars, he had been stuck in his own thoughts thinking about what he did in the past and they would never go away no matter what he did. until you. you were his light in the dark. you’d always be there to wake him up from a nightmare, to kiss his scars and tears away, to remind him how beautiful all of him is. at moment like right now, he wants to do the same for you.

so he kissed your scars on your shoulders following to your lower back and it sent a pleasant chill down your spine. you felt him stop at a spot and noting the curve of his smile.

“oh i remember this one, it was when you kicked this one guy who was like twice your size and stronger than me. you snapped him like a twig, that was so hot.” he chuckled at the clear memory of you fighting a Hydra agent that you so clearly won.

He pulled back from your skin to look at your shoulder in the mirror, grazing his finger on a healing scar that sits on the soft skin of your shoulder.

“this one. you remember this one?” he asked and you nodded but letting him continue.

“it was when you jumped and took a bullet for me. you saved my life.” his eyes softens.

gently, he turns you around so that you’d look at him and not his reflection. “you should be proud of your scars, they are what makes you stronger. you taught me that.”

but you don’t feel pride for them, they make you look embarrassing, like a flaw.

“i want to-“ you sniffled, looking deep into his cerulean eyes. “i want to be proud of them and i don’t know why i can’t. i feel like i don’t belong anywhere with these scars on me.”

bucky’s heart shattered at your confession. his hands automatically starts to cup your face as the pads of his thumb swiped the stray tears away. “you don’t have to belong anywhere. that is what makes you special, you stand out to be the finest of the finest. you don’t need any of that. you’ve always found my scars beautiful, what makes yours any different?”

“thats not the same, you’ve gone through so much more-“

“stop, don’t do that. y/n you’ve helped me get through all that. i want to do the same for you.” he admired how the light illuminated your face. it was like looking at an angel.

“do you love me?” he asked.

“of course i love you.”

“all of me? my scars? my metal arm?”

“yes, why are you asking me this?” bucky smiled at her confused state.

“because i love you, i love you for you, for your scars, for your bruises, for your everything. you might not see it but i do.”

“see what?”

“see the beautiful because beautiful is you.” he softly smiled,

if you weren’t you were fully crying before you’re definitely are now. he loved you for who you are and you do too. he leaned down to press his lips on yours as tears were now freely making their way down your cheeks.

they were happy tears and you were smiling. all of the negative comments you’ve made on yourself forgotten because it was worth it. one of these scars that littered your body have saved bucky’s and other people’s lives. bucky knows its going to take time for you to be comfortable with your scars and he’s willing to help you along the way just as you did for him before.

“i don’t ever want this moment to end but i think we should go. unless you want Stark constant bickering about us not being there tomorrow morning.” bucky chuckled, leaning his forehead onto yours. you nodded, you really didn’t want to be scolded by Tony considering he did insist you to be at the party.

both of you pulled away and this is the time where you really got to get a good look on bucky. he was wearing a darker blue suit with a white dress shirt and a tie.

“i wanted us to match.” he innocently stated.

“i’d say you look very handsome.” you wiped away all the tears and silently chuckled.

there it was, the beautiful smile that belonged on your face. he extended his arm which you happily took and made your way to the door. the old you would find it hard to believe that you’re slowly accepting your flaws but she would be proud. bucky showed you that the scars doesnt change who you are because it makes you better and much stronger. he showed you that he loves you and you love him.

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chronic-claire-universe · 2 years

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Congrats for 1k!! your event looks so cool and I’d like to participate if that’s ok ofc

My names cherie, I’m 20 and I go by any pronouns (here you can use she/her it’s perfectly fine)

Im an INTP 5w4, and personality wise I’m sarcastic, teasing, lazy and perhaps a bit condescending 💀

Id like the other person to be smart, also teasing, funny and confident (male character and tokyo rev fandom)

My favorite alcoholic drink is jack daniel honey and non alcoholic probably coffee help

And finally for the kinks femdom/ brat taming/ dumbification/ impact play and praise (I’m a bit nice 😒)

ty and have a nice day <333

Salut Cherie, the Savant Claire Brothel is waiting for you! Are you ready for your shift? Here's your client:

Warnings: Smut, Femdom, Pet Names, Alcohol, Sub!Koko, Choking, Minors DNI, 18+.

Tokyo Revengers: Hajime Kokonoi

"OMG THE RICH BUDDY IS HERE!" you hear the others host scream while you're doing your makeup in the dressing room, "Cherie! Cherie! Is he here again for you?" one of the youngest one asks, making you smirk, "Watch and learn" you say with your confident walk going towards the guy who smirks seeing you going towards him, he knows eyes are all on him, power, money and beauty, he gots them all, he knows it and he could be sworn by people even without paying, but you know what he really desire.

Your reserved but confident walk lessen towards him but before you can make the way towards the people who surrounded Black Dragon's paymaster a man says "Let the little boy have fun with his money, perhaps a real cock can make you feel something manly", smirk on his face and groping your ass, "Mh says the one who comments on others cock, have fun mr manly here" you say taking his hand and gripping it just a bit. "What do we have here?" Koko says, taking your waist and putting you beside him, "Mr manly says to leave you for his bigger cock, sounds fun right Koko?" you say staring into his onix eyes, the smirk never leaving your client who says "Bet that his poor cock will never let have fun you deserve right dove?" he says with confidence while you tight the grip on his broad back, "You're right, let's go".

Back in your prive, you bring the platter, champagne and your usual jack, "Cmon dove, leave the cheap borboun and drink something better, the lowly jack doesn't suit your precious face" he says while caressing you cheek, but before he can kiss you, you stop your hand "Who said you could kiss me pretty boy?" you say tigthening the grip on his wrist making Koko blush, "Oh-oh, sorry dove" he says trying to free himself from your grip but sitting on his lap you block him, "It's mademoiselle cherie for you pretty boy. Understood?2 you say and prolonge yourself towards his lips kissing him deeply, "So bossy around everyone, now look at you! Cock hard just from a kiss" you say while grinding yourself on his growing cock, "Mmm mademoiselle please please, need you" he says already feeling desperate to your teasing, "You know how it works pretty boy" and closing his eyes, he puts his hands ahead and let you handcuff him, "Good boy now lay yourself, lick me if you want to have fun" you say showing your nipples, and Koko putting himself towards your chest start to suck the right one, desperately moaning for you while you tease his clothed tip. A stain appearing on his expensive pants while he sucks, "Ahhh is my pretty boy needy?" a nodd is the only thing that leave his mouth, he knows that if he wants to taste your hole, he has to behave and this is what he does, until you become too sensible, "Good boy" and taking his cock out you take of the fabric prison and jerking it off you hear his half choked moans and pleading him you start to suck it. Koko is impatient his hips rocks unintentionally, he wants his release but before he can shoot float of cum on your throat, you pop his cock out and teasing him you sit on him and say "Now Cherie is going to fuck you" but Koko is desperate, your handling and provocative attitude making his balls tighten letting the boy sob desperately, "Wanna c-cum" is the only things that he can says in between desperate moans. Pinching his nipples you laugh out loud and taking "All these fucking money to crumble over a girl who doesn't give a fuck about it" you say while pouring the champagne in your lips, only for share it in a kiss with him. Desperate for his release he tries to move his hips upwards, "Behave!" you say while bouncing faster on his lenght, "Don't you trust Cherie?" you say while pinching harder on his right nipple, "Answer pretty boy? You think I can't make you cum?" tears now stream from the boy painfully teased by the pleasure sobs "P-please wanna cum with you" his desperate setting the coil in your stomach snaps and make you moan "Cum- cum with me pretty boy", a high pitched moan leaving your mouth and Koko finds himsefl shooting rops of cum inside crying even more for the intensity of the orgasm. "Look at the mess" you say while you sit beside him, "Cherie thanks" he says while trying to give you a loop of 100, "No Koko, I have fun with you" you say while smiling at him and blushing he says "I really would want you to not work in here, full of dangerous people" he mumbles last part, a loud laugh leave your mind while you taste the champagne from his glass and kissing him "Dangerous people eh? Talking about you Koko?".

#the brothel matchup #claire milestone #tokyo revengers #hajime kokonoi #kokonoi x reader #kokonoi smut #tok rev kokonoi #tok rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tok rev x reader

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gb-patch · 3 years

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Ask Answers: January 17th, 2021 (Part 1)

More ask answers! It’s gonna be a lot today, so we’re splitting it into two.

i love Cliff and Kyra's relationship so much ?? even though they had issues they managed to work things out and remain friends through the years! it's so refreshing over the narrative of people resenting each other after they break up.. im kind of curious tho , do they see each other strictly platonic now or is there still something lingering?

Aw, I’m glad to hear you like their relationship. Their feelings are very platonic now. Kyra views him as an ex and co-parent and then a friend as time goes on. Cliff does struggle not to think of her as still his family, even though he’s not romantically attracted anymore. But he’s knows it might be crossing a line to be that attached to a woman who divorced him and so he tries to let her just live her own life.

Can i ask just how tall Cove exactly is in Step 3? And will he be even TALLER in Step 4? My short heart cannot handle this. (Also this game is absolutely flawless and I haven't been able to stop thinking abt it since I played. Planning on getting the dlcs soon, y'all did SO WELL!!!!!!!!!)

Haha, thank you very much.

Step 1: 4'1 feet Step 2: 5'4 feet Step 3: 6'0 feet Step 4: 6'4 feet

Hey! So, I know Steam is having its fall sale/boxing day sale or something so i was wondering if you guys were gonna participate in that?? I was thinking of buying XOXO Droplets (the extended version) but i didnt want to do anything before there was a potential sale. May seem like an odd question, but I was genuinely curious. I can't wait to play the full game when i get it tho :D

I’m afraid we have some things we wanna fix in XOXO Droplets before really promoting it/pushing it with sales, so for now it won’t be participating in Steam sales. Hopefully we can update it soon.

Hello I'm still trying to get the CG for Step 2-3 and didn't see or get it when I told Cove of the deal in the Dinner moment like your guide says. I got the achievement but no CG. Is there another choice I'm suppsed to make after telling him?

Make sure you go back to the house with Cove after he leaves and don’t stay in your living room.

* don't be suspicious* *don't be suspicious* ...Hi, there's another way to pay for the Our Life +18 dlc besides Patreon? Patreon have very limited payment options and I've been struggling with the platform. Anyways, thanks for the amazing game I hope I could support any way ^u^

Haha, right now there isn’t anything specific, but once it’s finished in a few months we’ll look into other hosting sites.

do you think we can get another our life dlc plzzz i would pay so much for it <3 i want to see their life together when they have kids or pets or just live with the two of them and i really want them to adopt kids too since jamie is adopted :)

I’m afraid we likely won’t. As much as we love OL: B&A, we’ve gotta start putting our whole effort into new projects soon. Maybe someday we could come back and do special new content, but it’d be quite awhile after all the planned DLCs have released.

How do you delete a save file?

On PC or Mac you hover over a slot and hit the delete key, or you can go into the saved data folder and delete the files directly. On Android I’m afraid I don’t know. You can save over them with something else, though.

this is like. totally embarrassing and silly to ask but im dying here; i love cove so much i wanna climb that boy like a tree. so basically what im asking here is like. will the nsfw dlc have explicit stuff or is it more like an implied kinda situation? cuz i want some full on nsfw shit im so thirsty for cove and only this can satisfy me

It’s truly 18+ and explicit with nude art and straightforward descriptions of sexual acts. That’s why we can’t release it as part of the main game, haha. I’m glad you’re into Cove~

Hello! I've really been enjoying Our Life and am noticing some animation changes with the update! I just had a question though. In Step 2 we meet Jeremy but I was wondering if he was only meant to appear in Step 2 as a typical mean kid or is there more we don't know?

Jeremy is a horrible pill in Our Life, but he is also a beloved romance option as a teenager in our other game XOXO Droplets. His personality is quite different once he grows up more. I imagine Cove and the MC would be pretty surprised.

Hi! i absolutely adore our life so far and I can't wait to continue supporting the game with the upcoming dlc drops! i was just wondering if y'all were planning on uploading any art for steam icons/the steam point shop in general<3

Thank you! And we might. But we’re first trying to focus on making a new game update since there are still some improvements we have in mind.

I hope this question doesn’t come off weird but would Cove be the type of guy to memorize your period? I imagine he’d be the kind of best friend/boyfriend who would keep track of your cycle to support you during it or something like that

We’d be shy about it at first and avoid mentioning what he was doing, but he would try to keep track of it based on any insight the MC gave him. The longer you’re with him, the more it could be just a normal thing the two openly talked about.

Hi there, how often do you do auditions? I am a voice actor and would love to be part of a project ?

We usually have auditions two to three times a year. Our next planned casting call will be for side character in Our Life Step 4.

Are the 5 moments included in the Derek and Baxter DLCs different from the normal Step 2 and 3 DLC? And will they focus exclusively on Derek and Baxter respectively? I was a little confused when I read the DLC FAQ. Thanks!

Mostly they’ll be completely new Moments that star Derek or Baxter. Though, for example, Derek’s DLC will allow you to take him to the Soiree. If you go with Derek that will remove your ability to go with Cove in the Cove Step 2 DLC.

Sorry if you've already said this, but how will your character transfer over to the patreon exclusive NSFW DLC? Can it access your game memory or will you select traits your character showed and choices you made from a list?

It’s a standalone event that happens for MCs who are in a relationship with Cove and have been dating him for a while. Other details about the MC/their dynamic with Cove will just be picked in the event itself. It won’t try to take data from a specific save in the actual game.

I love your games, but currently only have an Android. When will you put your other games on android?

I don’t know. They might not able to be formatted for Android very well, unfortunately. We’ll see how much time we’ve got later this year to try figuring it out.

Thank you so much for all the questions :D

#ask #asked #our life #Our Life Beginnings & Always #ourlifeba #gb patch #gb patch games

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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

challenge: winter warmers writing challenge by @spaceodditybarnes

prompt: “it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas” by michael buble

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 2k without lyrics, 2.1k with lyrics

warnings: i genuinely don’t think i can say anything besides FLUFF, oh wait theres some mentions of the shmexy sex (i promise im a functioning person)

summary: in which they take a little holiday stroll and talk about what they are.

a/n: THIS MADE ME VERY HAPPY THANK YOU FOR HOSTING THIS CHALLENGE JADE!!! i kinda veered off the idea of christmas with this one, but my mind created another idea and i kinda just went with the flow. anyways, i really enjoyed writing this one, and i hope you all had a lovely holiday season <3 LOTS OF LOVE Y’ALL

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It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

Take a look at the five and ten, it’s glistening once again

With candy cane and silver lanes that glow

Snow sprinkled to the buildings and sidewalks of Midtown Manhattan, making the traffic clog up to the oh so lovely sounds of taxis and cars honking. It was far from what people pictured it, really, New York was absolute hell during the holiday season. Sloshing boots and teens smoking pot outside the scantily decorated discount store that held very little, sad-looking Christmas lights.

It didn’t bother Bucky. No, he had never been a big fan of the holiday season. Even back in the forties, with his ma and little sisters, they had never been huge on celebrating Christmas, instead choosing to work those shifts during the holiday so they could make a buck or two more to hold them over. Now in the twenty-first century, the holiday just reminded him how truly lonely he was, everyone and everything he used to know long gone.

But then he found Y/N. Granted, it had not been a formal introduction. The poor girl had nearly damn run him over with her motorcycle for Christ’s sake, but nonetheless she crawled into his heart that cold December morning two years ago, and had not left ever since.

Now she walked by his side at Rockefeller Center, her cold fingers intertwined with his warm ones, admiring the tree while he admired her. He already had every part of her memorized, from late night escapades in the sheets to studying the slope of her nose at team breakfasts. Even when he wasn’t with her, he was always looking at her, unable to pull his eyes away from Y/N’s radiance.

This little… dalliance of theirs had only started a year back, and they had still yet to put a label on it. Sam had called it friends with benefits, Sharon called it being a couple without the name. Bucky had shut both of those ideas down, claiming that they were taking it slow and weren’t looking to call it anything yet they still had not really talked about it. Was it really worth ruining the bond he had with the girl he fell madly in love with? Whatever it was, they had never taken time out of their day to actually discuss what they meant to each other, but, God, he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to know.

“Bucky?” Her sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts, the glittering red and white lights of the Christmas tree reflecting in her eyes. “You seem kind of distracted right now, sweetheart, are you bored? We can head back to the compound if you like.”

He smiled at her worried tone, delicately kissing the tip of her nose. “‘M just thinking, doll, wanna stay as long as I can out here with you.”

The grin he received in return was breathtaking, her red-painted lips turned upwards and a little twinkle (literally and metaphorically) in her eyes. “Good.”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be

On your own front door

“Oh, look at that helicopter, Buck! That’s so cool!” Y/N pointed at a little boy in the store controlling the airborne toy with a small remote. “They didn't have those when I was a kid, I just had my Tamagotchi.”

He scrunched his nose, staring at her with an emotion that could be described as nothing other than distaste. “What the hell is a Tamagotchi?”

“A Tamagotchi was like this little digital pet thing that you could take care of, mainly used for kids who were trying to prove to their parents that they could take care of a real pet. That’s why I had one at least, but I never did get a tabby cat like I wanted.” Y/N continued to ramble about her weird pet thing as they walked through the toy store, though Bucky didn’t really care. But he’d never stop her either. The way her eyes lit up in childlike wonder and her fascination with the toys on the shelves was too precious to destroy. This was the girl who he had seen slit throats and blow aliens’ brains out, and in the moment she was ogling an American Girl Doll like it was the last pancake at the breakfast table.

Y/N finally convinced herself that she was done looking at the toys, claiming that she was too mature for such things (she really wasn’t), but he let her lead him out the door, before she halted right in the doorway. “What is it, honey?”

“Mistletoe.” He glanced up at the little sprig of green and red berries above their heads, hanging by a small strand of twine. A small group of kids with families stood around, watching them with both happy and annoyed faces. How could they not notice Y/N L/N and Bucky Barnes? Bucky’s vibranium arm may have been recognizable, but Y/N’s cheery, a little-louder-than-normal humming had caused a little group to watch them throughout the store. “I think they’re waiting for us to kiss, Buck.”

She leaned into him, placing her lips on his and placing her freezing hands on his cheekbones. Though Bucky had never been big on PDA, the rest of the world seemed to slip away when he was with her. He grinned into her lips, hugging her tightly around the waist so she squealed. When he forced herself away from her intoxicating mouth, she was sporting a bright smile and smudged lipstick that had rubbed off onto his.

Giggling, she took her thumb and swiped off some of the red residue she had left. “You had a little something there, sweetheart.”

A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barney and Ben

Dolls that’ll talk and will go for a walk

Is the hope of Janice and Jen

Bucky watched Y/N point out all the different street cart vendors as they walked to Radio City Music Hall. She’d insisted that they go look at the window displays there as well, and who was he to argue? Strangely enough, they hadn’t talked much, other than the occasional “are you cold” from Bucky, to which Y/N assured him she was not. Her quiet voice sang the lyrics to Last Christmas when a little girl stopped in front of them, two auburn braids and green eyes boring straight into hers.

The small child pulled on Y/N’s skirt, a silent plea to go down to her height. “Hi there, are you lost, sweetie?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she looked back to an older woman, who gave her a thumbs up and a smile, “because you are my favorite superhero and I hope you have a very good Christmas.”

Y/N nearly melted at the toothless smile the girl, who she assumed was named Sadie by the necklace she wore. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. I hope you have a good Christmas too, and do you know this guy?” She dragged Bucky down next to her, the large, buff man hulking over the small girl. “This is my friend Bucky, do you know him?”

He eyed her warily, as if he were absolutely terrified of the tiny human. “You’re the Winter Soldier!”

Uh oh. The name was one that struck a chord of fear through everyone, still in shock of the events that had taken place in D.C. in 2014. While he and Sam had tried to label a new brand for the Avengers, people didn’t forget all the horrors of HYDRA and their prized assassin. Of course it hadn’t been him, even he knew that, but trying to convince people otherwise still made him feel guilty.

“You’re my second favorite Avenger, after Y/N, of course.” Sadie brought her hand to hover over Bucky’s vibranium one, her eyes wide with excitement. “Mr. Bucky, can I touch your metal arm?”

The man in question could barely utter out a word, muttering some sort of agreement before nodding with a timid smile. Giddily, she touched his arm, feeling all the cool ridges of gold-plated vibranium against the gun-grey metal. Sadie continued to pelt questions at him, about Sam and Redwing to his “adventures” with Y/N on the team.

Bucky, though shy at first, got more and more relaxed as they continued their conversation, his grin growing wider. Y/N loved her fans, she loved them so, so dearly, but seeing them interact with the man she loved was something different. Not a bad different, but a word that could only be described as pure joy.

“Darling, I think we better leave Ms. L/N and Mr. Barnes alone. Say thank you and happy holidays.” The little girl looked sad, turning to look at her mom with a little pout, but she reluctantly obliged and soon the duo were off, into the crowded streets once again.

“Y’know once upon a time I had dreamed about having kids,” Bucky commented. They walked along the sidewalks in a comfortable quiet after the encounter with Sadie, but Bucky’s mind had not stopped reeling from the happiness his conversation brought him. “Was gonna come home from the war, settle down with a gal, and live to be at least seventy years old.”

“Well, I can tell you you’re good on the last bit of that, Buck.” He snorted at her jab at his age, something that has become a norm for their little makeshift family of four. “What do you want now?”

He stopped in his tracks and looked over at her with a fond tilt of his lips. “Oh, just something real special.”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be

On your own front door

“Y/N, what are we?” She glanced over at him from where they sat on the Met stairs, giving their feet a break from walking for hours.

“What do you mean, Buck?”

He grabbed her hands and held them to his chest, trying to make her understand the amount of confusion and impatience he had with this one burdening question. “We’ve been sleeping together for a year, Y/N. We make each other breakfast, we go out together, I literally have half of my closet dedicated to your stuff, but even after all that we haven’t given us a name yet.”

Y/N sat in stunned silence, staring at the outburst from the man in front of her. To be completely honest she had never really thought about the question, choosing to enjoy each second she got to spend with the wonderful man with her. What she had noticed however, was how whenever they parted ways or were in the most intimate of moments, three little words nearly slipped off of her tongue. Every. Single. Time.

“Well, what do you want to be, Bucky?”

“I want to be the man you love. I want to be the man who loves you with his entire heart, though I like to think I already am. I want you to be my best gal more than anything in the world, and that I want to be the man who gets to hold and love you every night.” Slowly they drifted to each other, a magnetic pull bringing them to each other. “What do you think, doll?”

“I think,” her lips split into a grin, hovering over his own with the exact same expression, “that I want to be your best girl and the one who gets to make you pancakes in the morning and I want to be the one you get a cat with, who we’ll name Alpine because if I know you, names are the most important part of having a pet. I want to be held and loved by you every night, Bucky Barnes, and I am the girl who loves you more than anything in this entire damn world.”

Not another second to spare, Bucky pulled Y/N in close, letting himself get lost in one of her sweet, loving kisses, finally knowing that he was hers and she was his. At long last.

Sure, it’s Christmas once more

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strawberrycamel · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review

tagged by: @aj-itated <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 30!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 46,254 words

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? based on my Ao3 and my old ff.net account: 3 - Fairy Tail, BNHA, DP (though I haven't written for Fairy Tail or bnha in years)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? in order, that would be How to Take Out a Ghost by TooFineFoley, Bad Luck Tuck: The Sequel, ignorance is your new best friend, What Could Have Been, and, surprisingly, A Connoisseur of Fine Art (all DP or DP crossover fics)

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for? both they're siblings, your honor and Big Boy Tucker. i can't choose, they both need love

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? i used to respond to them as often as I could at the start, but i kinda slacked off sometime around the beginning of summer classes. I used to respond to them because they made me really happy and i wanted to let the commenters know I did actually read it and am very grateful for their comments, but after a while it became... idk, draining? I felt bad about leaving the same response to each commenter and got caught up in my own head so I just kinda,, stopped all together. I wanna start responding again at some point, but uh, probably not anytime soon.

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

oh definitely One More Time; I think that's the only fic I've written without some kind of happy ending (anything in the Not Your Son series doesn't count since it's not finished yet :3) and I can't tell you how much it pained me not to make it happy. Don't get me wrong, I loved writing that for going angst week but hole-y shit did it fuck me up

8. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you’ve written? I do write crossovers! The craziest, I think, is my Strange vs. Work: Wife Swap AU, it's not done because I'm seriously stumped for it right now, but it's essentially a DP Marvel crossover where Clockwork and Dr. Strange are forced by a TV host ghost to switch bodies and mentor the other person's 'apprentice'. Peter and Danny have to help them get adjusted to their new environments/bodies and they all have to figure out how to turn things back to normal. This whole series is meant to be based off the show 'Wife Swap'. I have fun making Stephen suffer >:)

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic? not that i can remember? like i think it was more grammar and dialogue punctuation nitpicking on my old ff.net fics, never hate

10. Do you write smut? if so what kind? not really, but i have a singular wip that im working on that's definitely spicy

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? nope

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no? (i was working on something a while ago but we havent finished so, I'm going with no)

13. What’s your all time favorite ship? i don't think I really have one. Usually I just read whichever fics have cool summaries or tags and just dive right in, ships be damned. Lately I've been reading a few TimKon fics and I've been thinking about Dark Ages, UFS, and Gray Ghost stuff a lot over the summer

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? oh, oh god. I'm going to say it and I'm going to feel real shitty about it because it's such a good fucking concept, but I can't bring myself to write anything more than what I already have written and all the notes I just randomly add onto it every once in a while. It even has a title: "Ectoplasmic Pudding".

It's a DP DC crossover fic wip and the plot is about Danny being called by Batman to help with a kidnapping case he suspects to involve ghosts; he needs Danny's expertise and help to capture the ghost. Danny agrees and he meets Batman and Robin (Dick Grayson) on the roof of the police station (after dropping face first onto it because he got blinded by the bat signal). They go by Batmobile and arrive at the scene of the crime where Danny confirms a ghost is involved. A bunch of different scenes of Danny and Robin having a blast while Batman's trying his best to stay on task and then, eventually, they find a warehouse where the box ghost is interrogating a bored looking Mr. Trand, the victim, about some fancy box commissioned by Vlad.

Danny figures out this guy is Bertrand in disguise and since Bertrand's essentially on vacation, they both agree to lie about how they know each other. And then I got stuck around here, but I imagine it just ends up being a series of dumb events where Batman, Robin, and Danny have to 'protect' Bertrand until they catch Boxy and throw him back into the Ghost Zone while the disguised ghost tries to make the most of the rest of his vacation.

Batman and Robin definitely don't believe whatever lie Danny came up with to explain how he knows Mr. Trand, but they go along with it until it's revealed in probably the worst way possible and leads to both of them trying to take the former kidnapping victim to the GIW while also trying to keep Danny from stopping them and barely listening to a word he says (maybe they think he's being threatened somehow or being controlled or smth, idk). Absolutely no clue how that whole fight goes, but in the end Danny kicks Box Ghost into the Zone and Bertrand is told very explicitly never to bring Spectra to Gotham.

15. What are your writing strengths? evoking emotion in my writing? yeah i'm going with that

16. What are your writing weaknesses? planning out plot ahead of time. I can write outlines and write a bunch of notes about what i want to include, that's not the problem. My problem is that all my motivation to write just drains away the moment I have a somewhat concrete plot planned out for a fic- this applies to one-shots and longfics exactly the same. And past that, sometimes I'll make one change to the planned plot and feel like tossing the whole thing out the window and going freehand without the 'constraints' of an outline or anything ..........

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? try not to offend anybody? like, look at good examples of how others have done it and do a lot of research and stuff. Also, be aware that not everything will translate perfectly from the original language you wrote the fic in and whatever language you're translating it to.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Fairy Tail

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Hellbent. A few others come close, but I seriously cannot express the joy i felt writing that first chapter (and when I'm done my minibang fic, I literally cannot wait to get back to it)

20. What fic are you most proud of? that's a tough one, there are a bunch i fucking adore but i think it's tied between The Big Dipper and ignorance is your new best friend

Tagging: @guardianrex, @shinygoldstar, @cleanlenins, @princessfanonanona, and @ghost-pasta!

#tag game #fic writer review #thanks for the tag aj <3

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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(Shanghai-related asks)

Anonymous said:

Did you see how, supposedly, the reason Marinette goes to Shanghai is bc Adrien is there. Because you know, that's a totally normal thing to do.

You know, there’s this suspension of disbelief where characters are allowed to do certain things that you’re like, “okay that’s not realistic but it’s fun so I don’t mind.”

Yeah, this is not fun.

Anonymous said:

Based on the new trailer for the Shanghai special, one of my biggest fears is that we won't see Marinette interacting with Sabine's family outside of Uncle Wang, even Sabine is nowhere to be seen in the trailer, please ZAG at least give us one of Sabine's parents, we're starving

I’m still rolling my eyes that there’s not one piece of dialog with Sabine talking about stuff related to her family, though her cheongsam is also flipped so--

Anonymous said:

Synopsis for the Shanghai Special: To join Adrien in Shanghai, Marinette is going to visit her uncle Wang who is celebrating his anniversary. But, as soon as she arrives in China, her purse gets stolen with Tikki inside, whom she needs to secretly transform into Ladybug! Without money and alone in the immense city, Marinette accepts the help of a young and resourceful girl, Fei. The two girls will ally and discover the existence of a new magical jewel, the Prodigious. Hawk Moth, also also present in Shanghai, seeks to finding it since a long time... Yea, cause Marinette still hasn’t suffered enough :p

mAriNEtTe mAkeS a mIsTakE iN eVeRY sToRY

Anonymous said:

As someone of Chinese descent, I felt extremely bothered by how miniscule the boy's , the one on the right (?) taking a picture with Adrien, eyes were when I saw the Shanghai trailer. It feels extremely... stereotypical? Not sure if that's the right word. I mean, he could just be squinting, but it still bothers me. Especially if that's their normal eye shape.

I heard similar complaints when Kagami arrived. They really stress the eye shape when it comes to someone full-on Asian (and if you’re half-Asian then you get wholly round eyes which makes no sense). It also gets weird because I feel like we have characters in the show who could pass for Asian (Mireille at least has the proper eye shape without it being over-exaggerated; I don’t remember if her skin tone is correct or not), but when characters are actually Asian, it’s usually taken to the exaggeration.

My sympathy goes out to everyone of Chinese descent who’s going to have to deal with the special. I’m literally a mish-mash of whiteness (American, French, and German) but even I know it must suck.

Anonymous said:

im tempted to watch the Shanghi special with my family, we're part chinese and have been to shanghi a few times. Then we can laugh and yell at it together, no need for show context

omg

As long as you have fun! Give it a good roast for me!

Anonymous said:

Excuse my french (pun intended) but

WHAT EVER LOVING HELL HAPPEN TO THE SPECIAL!!

Marketing.

Also the writers wanting to make sure you don’t forget that Adrien is a guy who exists.

Anonymous said:

Hi, Clarity! If you don't mind me asking, do you have any thoughts on the upcoming Shanghai special based on the information and trailers we have?

When I found out that Marinette was spending time with her great-uncle Wang, I was so excited. I was hoping that this special will be a breath of fresh air and spontaneously focus just on Marinette and her family for once. Maybe we'd explore Marinette's Chinese heritiage and learn more about her mother, Sabine and extended maternal family.

Then I saw Gabriel in which I eye-rolled 180* like any degree of character development. Like... great... more needless Miraculous lore/exposition. (Can we even call it exposition? I doubt any of the Miraculous-related events will be referenced within the show.) Whilst Miraculous lore is great and does expand our knowledge on the Miraculous, it steals any individual focus that Marinette could potentially have. It also tends to "hands everything" to Hawk Moth, who gets almost everything done his way without him even trying. Hmm, I guess as Shadow Moth, he won't have to use Mayura as his catslyst anymore. He'll have to ruffle his own feathers. (I don't know why I'm making a bird joke about Gabriel here. I hate him snd I couldn't care less about him.)

Also by reading the special's synopsis, it mentions that Adrien and Gabriel go to China for an unknown reason (maybe business related.) So Marinette decides to go to spend time with him (also spend time with Wang concurrently.) This might be a minor issue but I don't want Adrien to always be the centre focus of Marinette's motivations/desires. (He isn't always but I feel he is more than he should be.) Let our beautiful amazing girl just have an amazing time with her family in China. The writers need to stop Adrien being an integral part of Marinette's character. This special should be about Marinette (along with her family) and them solely.

Moreover, I'm worried that Marinette will imminently be embarassed/scolded/humiliated in some way. The synopsis mentions that she loses her bag (that contains Tikki.) Inevitably, she's going to be scolded for this for not being careful. The writers will blame her for the destruction that Hawk Moth will cause and not the actual man terrorising Shanghai himself. And no needless lovesquare drama please. If I'm not interested in it in Paris, don't think I'll be interested in it in Shanghai. And please do not let it be used to cause Mari/LB to suffer. Romance (no matter how contrived it is in this show) should be about finding joy and happiness. It should never intentionally be a burden for anybody, especially if it's for comedic purposes. Why am I worried that CN will yell at LB this time?

Maybe I'm just being pessimistic. I hope that the writers actually have them communicate properly about this time. Like they should both be honest (an important aspect of healthy relationships), to build clarity and to avoid confusion. Like the needless drama in NY could have been avoided if Adrien didn't ignore Ladybug and actually TRUSTED her by telling her the truth about him going somewhere instead of complacently lying to her, then losing her trust. Both could have told each other that they are going to NY "for personal reasons" without giving too much detail. To prevent suspicion, the writers could have included the American superheroes hosting an event inviting them or asking for their help to defeat that Micromonster guy. LB and CN could have both then collectively made a decision that if anything were to go wrong in Paris, they could quickly use the Horse Miraculous to transport to France in time (like Marinette was advised to do in "Startrain") or use the Rabbit Miraculous to travel back in time/manipulate events. There was no need to make Marinette suffer for the sake of needless lovesquare drama.

However, I love the animation for the special. It is mesmerising and beauitful and the graphics look superb. The atmosphere looks so clean and the nature-aspects (Hawk Moth's hideout) are intricately detailed. The lighting also complements the charactrrs and the settings' colours. A huge round of applause to SAMG for their excellant hardwork for animating this special despite the pandemic!

If you have any worries about the special, free free to do so! I want to conclude my message by thanking you so much for being such a lovely, kind, confident and resilient person. You always confidently express your opinions and strcture your essays clearly and legibly. I always look forward to reading your posts. I know I can always count on you to express our frustrations with the show's writing on our behalf and speak up for Marinette's mistreatment and inustice! 😊

Firstly, thank you! I gotta defend Marinette because we know the show won’t!

Anyway, I agree with basically everything you said. My biggest comments on it are like--

- I’m already tired of places just being used as set pieces for specials. I actually have a history of disliking specials/movies for shows because its purposes is usually just to get people hyped up, but that means big plots with big stakes and I end up thinking, “okay, but why can’t we have that in the show?” That’s always the issue I take with it; movies/specials prove that they can come up with high stakes plots, but we can’t have equivalents in the show because...?

- I officially tune out now anytime Marinette’s crush on Adrien is mentioned. It gets tiring and it just makes me feel bad for her and simultaneously angry at the writers for treating her this way. Add that onto the “Marinette always makes mistakes” rule and it’s clear that they’re creatively bankrupt and needlessly restrict themselves for the sake of making Marinette suffer. I’m just insulted that Gabriel is going to Shanghai for his fashion business but Marinette being into fashion is ignored.

- The animation is nice but whenever I see it, I’m reminded that we couldn’t have much SAMG in Season 4+5 because they were busy working on the special. The show should always take priority over some lame special/movies. I won’t judge the special for it but I’m salty about it regardless.

#category: salt #special: Miraculous Shanghai #other: ask and answer

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