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burntb4bydoll · 1 year

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Hii so just wondering if your comfortable and not trying to pressure you at all but I read bill with a bratty reader headcannons do you think you could do a actual one shot of it? If you are could it be the 2000’s bill ? Thanks either way!

Btw your works are soooooooo good❤️

yes ofccc! I would never turn down a Bill x bratty reader ask😍🤭 im gonna do 2009 Bill because thats one of my fav Bill eras, but you can read it as whatever era you prefer!

Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader

Warnings: mean to soft dom Bill, slapping, spanking, choking, degrading, praising, a bit of crying, theres no real sex he just punishes reader

Bills eyes followed you from across the room and he knew that you could feel him watching you. You guys were hanging out with the rest of the band and a few other friends at Tom and Bills house, and you had been a little brat the whole time. From sending smug looks towards him after grinding into his lap to giving him an attitude and disobeying his orders to knock it off. His breaking point was when you sassed him in front of Georg, successful embarrassing him when Georg laughed at him for letting you talk to him like that.

“Y/n. Get over here, now.” Anyone could tell by his voice that he was angry at you. But no one else seemed to hear his words, all focused on their own conversations. Your feet scrambled towards him, a new sense of fear and excitement flooding your body at the cold tone of his voice. Once you reached him he immediately yanked you by your wrist, pulling you towards his bedroom. He pulled you roughly into the room and locked the door behind him.

“You think you’re so fucking funny huh?” Your jaw dropped slightly as his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it just enough to make you gasp. You tried to answer him but when you opened your mouth no words came out. His hand around your throat tightened and other hand comes up and delivers a smack to your cheek. You whine at the feeling, and look up at him with big eyes.

“I asked you a question, brat. You’re really testing me today, aren’t you.” You quickly shake your head no and finally speak up,

“I’m sorry Bill, I didn’t mean to make you mad.‘m sorry..” you tried to make yourself sound sincere, but your words came out of your mouth sounding desperate and whiny. He scoffed and let go of your throat, throwing you onto his bed after. Your body bounces slightly against the mattress before he climbs over your shorter frame.

“Don’t lie to me. I’m not stupid. Do you think I’m stupid, baby?” Everything you did seemed to fuel his anger more.

“No. No you’re not stupid Bill. I-im sorry.” He doesn’t let you finish your sentence before hes yanking your pants off of you, and almost ripping your shirt off.

“Such a desperate little thing huh? Couldn’t wait until everyone left, just had to go and piss me off so that I would fuck you.” You whimper at his words, reaching your hands up to rest on his shoulders.

“ ‘M sorry! I just wanted your attention! You were ignoring me this morning..” it was true. He was too caught up in his own activities this morning and accidentally ignored your attempts to give him your affection. His face softened when he remembered what he had done.

“Aww, is that why you were acting out? Im sorry honey.” All sighs of anger vanished from his voice, now speaking to you in a sincere tone.

“Just wanted you to notice me..” you whispered, closing your eyes as he leans down to give you a passionate but gentle kiss.

“I know, im sorry. But you know I still gotta punish you, right?” You nodded, looking up at him to make eye contact. “Lay on your stomach baby.” You did as you were told, and turned your head around to look at him. He pulls off his belt and grabs your hands, using it to tie your wrists behind your back. His cold hand runs over your ass before landing a hard slap against it., making you yelp and kick your legs out.

“Ahh Bill-!” Your yelp was cut off by his hand covering your mouth.

“Shhh, everyones gonna hear you baby. Be a good girl and stay quiet.” He moved his hand away from your mouth and landed another smack to your ass, a red handprint already starting to form. You dig your face into the pillow to muffle your cries. He lays about 3 more smacks on your now red and bruised butt before rubbing it gently, making am attempt to sooth your burning skin.

“Bill… it stings..” you whimper, just wanting more of his attention.

“I know sweetheart, thats the whole point.” He laughs, still caressing your skin.

#bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic

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sciderman · 2 months

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So the first issue of Ziglars second Spider-Punk series came out, and i dunno if you care about Hobie, as it would be completely fair if you didn't, there's enough Spider-people already. Reading it i think i finaly found out why I felt so conflicted about his original run on Hobie and his Seven Slaughters Deadpool story doesn't really click with me. It all feels very...hollow. The look is there, it has the aesthetic, the references, the words, but the actual soul and understanding of the characters just isn't there outside of the popular base-level understanding of the characters. And maybe his Miles stuff is different, i wouldn't know as i haven't read any of it, but his Hobie stuff just doesn't speak to me, especialy after how strongly Jed MacKays original two one-shots hit me.

The jump from a guy ready to give up his life for the cause, who's angry and dark who dislikes being branded as "Spider-Punk" to this bright jokey kid who yells out "Spider-Van" "Spider-Band" "Spider-Base" like he's talking about new toys for his action line feels so weird.

Sorry for this ramble, especialy about something you propably don't care about, but I just wanted to leave this somewhere.

i haven't checked it out! unfortunately i haven't read any spider-punk at all - i love hobie as a character, but i'm only really familiar with his 616 counterpart - not so much the spider-punk stuff, simply because i'm kind of - not into all the spider-verse stuff. it's just so much to keep on top of, and kind of the only spider-man i care about is peter parker (sorry to all other spider-men. i've tried but i'm a spider-monogamist i think. and i picked the worst one.)

i love hobie in the movie, he's great. but i think i completely get the concern about "punk" being just coopted as an aesthetic, and being turned into a bit of a hollow thing. there's this artist i was ranting about to a friend the other day who i despise with a vengeance for his artwork that kind of... just... adopts an aesthetic but is devoid of any actual meaning. mr brainwash. looking at you.

i'll kill him. his paintings go for hundreds of thousands. and it's meaningless. it means nothing. "follow your heart" shut the fuck up. he just thought "banksy is cool. im going to do whatever he's doing" and it's empty and devoid of any meaning whatsoever. fuck you mr brainwash. sincerely. fuck you. i hope all your paintings explode into millions of pieces and i never have to see them again.

sorry. completely irrelevant to your ask. i should try and read some spider-punk. but hollow art depresses me so much. it gets me so sad when i see someone getting PAID to say nothing. whether that be in the art world or in comic books. sucks. bad. i hate empty art. please use your platform to say something. it's such a waste. it's such a waste.

#sci speaks #gets me so bummed when i read a comic book and i come out thinking “wow! this gave me nothing.”#no nutritional value.#when there are comic panels that live in my head every Day.#art needs to have meaning. please. otherwise why waste the ink.

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horriddler · 1 year

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playlists for my redacted babes (repost)

i actually just got into the fandom a month ago and kinda just binged listened erik's vids buuut! this is how i depict guy, david, sam, caelum and milo in music because i can and wanted to (there will be more in the future)

pizza guy

i headcanon him as a band/theater kid shrugs so i may or may not have added some...musicals in the playlist

but i mean come on, look at me in the eye and tell me he really loves to sing the lyrics to "sexy" by mean girls. look at that little menace and then to me.

his favourite song is sincerely me btw

dabey wabey, our little fiance,

i know he loves crazy by gnarls barkley ONGG

probably listens to it in the car while waiting for angel to finish their shift.

he’s the type to tap on the beat on his steering wheel aswell because he’s mysterious like that

our little derek hale's twin here definitely DEFINITELY likes those jazz kinda stuff like this is the lost generation by the lost generation) to make him look more like a mysterious man.

(will add more songs like that soon!)

sam cowboy collins

unironically added some country music (the catchy songs)

and ALSO HE DEFINITELY LIKES RHCP. TELL ME IM WRONG | DARE YOU.

but i do think some songs doesn't really fit him, but at the same time i do think it does.

he's kinda like those 50-60's rock and roll type of guy too or he just turns on the radio and listen to whatever (similar to david)

milo (the drink)

okay in all honesty, i don't know if i'm right with the song choices here and i'm quite sad about it…

but i do think his music taste is a little similar to asher's, just a bit.

he sounds like the punk/2000's rap loving kinda guy but his whole vibe really gives off deftones.

oh yeah his favourite song is cupid's chokehold. it's fucking canon in my head.

caelum my sweetest babyboy

he's my kin so he gets all the mitski songs teehee, so imagine this playlist is him having the best time of my life!!!!

he definitely would love mitski and just anything that reminds him of the sweet times he and david had together, i don't make the rules.

the whole playlist is kinda depressing to be honest

but i'll try to add some more happy happy songs for when he feels excited when he notices he had untied some knots!

ivan (sadism’s hold)

oh no.

had an awfully little time to make this one. i really just tried to pick up the sadism's hold vibe, kinda creepy aura of music!

and some songs that make me want to scream (drunk walk home)

i'm actually kind of proud of this one tbh, i had the right (in my opinion) songs for ivan but yes! :)

everytime i talk about my playlist of him, i keep thinking of the song caravan because i feel like both the movie whiplash and sadism's hold are similar to me. the psychological stress and manipulation are so fascinating. the ending to whiplash and how ivan manipulates the listener comes out so natural and realistic, it can't be seen unless you really open your eyes and see the dark side on things. it makes you forget what had happened and the process throughout it that made andrew and the listener become like how ivan/fletcher wanted them to be. and the way it makes you give in and think it's completely okay and comforting and safe because it was what you have loved and/or what you have been needing. the whole thing with the psychology behind it makes it so eerie but interesting.

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but please do check out my spotify profile for some more playlists and maybe you can be updated when i add another character playlist

so that's it so far :)! i'm still new to the redactedverse so i'm sorry if i'm not feeling it like how yall are feeling it ykyk, i was newly obsessed so i was itching. ITCHING. to make a playlist so yeah!! hope you enjoy! but please do be aware that this is my kind of music taste and i pick songs that i really like so it's okay if it doesn't suit your taste

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ipoddymouth · 1 year

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Wait bestie I want to know your thots on the matty healy being problematic thing he’s said a lot of weird/offensive stuff for sure but apparently some of that stuff is supposed to be satirical/ he’s an edge lord or whatever like the n*zi salute thing he did and it’s not a good thing to do no matter the context but I feel like it’s probably more harmful to call him a n*zi when he isn’t actually one it’s probably better to call that action antisemitic than a whole n*zi no?

wait gjargigjag you just basically summarized my thoughts but imma ramble more under the cut

i dont think matty is actually, truly, deep in his core racist or a n*zi (i'm also p sure he's given enough interviews explaining himself and his political ideologies bc he's annoying and never shuts the fuck up) BUT he also does say a bunch of shit on the side that doesn't help his case.

i think intent is a big issue in society in general bc it's like 'are you saying this shit to be funny? or are you saying this shit to be mean?' and people don't ask that question anymore. i remember when ariana dated pete and he made that joke about manchester and people were like 'he's disrespecting the dead!!' and, like, i can defs see where people are coming from for sure, and i can also see why he was like ???? in response to the backlash because his attention clearly wasnt to offend.

i will not lie and will fully admit that i am SENSITIVE lmao and there are some jokes in standup sets that i will straight up 😐 during bc i cannot separate the words from intent sometimes but im not going to say bill burr is a rape apologist or whatever because i sit and watch my silly lil 'offensive' robot chicken episodes without batting an eye. the problem with humor is that there will always be a faction that makes certain people uncomfortable. and that's okay!!!! not all of us (me included) need to watch cumtown or red scare because we will not find it funny!!! there's one drag queen who's yt videos my boyfriend cant watch bc he thinks she comes across mean even though i think the jokes hit!!!!

and to your second point i agreeeee like im black and grew up in a p white area so obviously people have said some SHIT to me, but that means you have to learn how to distinguish between someone being intentionally racist or someone being ignorant. i think matty says shit he thinks is funny because he's trying to be funny but the jokes themselves don't hit and just come across as....bizarre? rude??? multiple -ists???? but then he tries to explain himself and people (strangers to him) are either like 'fuck u this isnt sincere' or are just like 'but youre still wrong and horrible' and he just gets frustrated and deletes his socials in a lil baby fit gjlragjaglgj. and not to be a white apologist lmao BUT i kinda do understand why people turn to that 'anti-woke ideology' bc if every time i said something with poor phrasing and someone i didn't know called me a racist n*zi i'd probs go ape shit too.

there are real, actual n*zis like in real life who are actually trying to hurt people and people are pulling out all of their big gun ultra-bad labels for some scrawny boy band dude???? like what are we supposed to call the actual n*zis???????? like i l i t e r a l l y have seen a neo-n*zi rally down the street from my HOUSE and thats fucking TERRIFYING and they're just snatching up more people because of all of the culture wars bullshit

[but like to note im not saying that people need to be forgiving and understanding every time someone says something that pisses them off. some people need to be yelled at!!! they need to know they are wrong!!!! people should just be aware of the impact their words have. matty's words have made A LOT of people straight up hate him, but at the same time, some people have probably seen matty get called a n*zi and are now like 👀 bc the bar to being considered h*tler seems kinda low.]

anyway tl;dr racism is a spectrum, words have meaning, and we don't know these people. but if matty really is a racist and im wrong then i hope he chokes!!!

ALSO i am an adult and am not in the business of defending other adults so like im not gonna argue with someone if they think matty is racist. i am not doing dirty hit pr for FREE

#didnt edit a single word of this so i hope it makes sense gjrlagjg #also if you tell me matty is racist im not gonna argue with you glajglge #like go ahead and think that!#i dont know that man!! im not gonna bend over backwards for him!!#anyway thank you for letting me hit you with a #poddyrants #matty healy #taylor swift

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theskyexists · 2 days

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Sad that theyre now milking the premise: ana is too competitive and literally an idiot for it

Also somehow the dude who doesn't know anything about babies and left the woman he promised to be with forever when an abortion was no longer an option gets to....? Be in the right? 'He's her dad! He gets to do whatever with her!' uh ......... No? He only got to see her bc Mariana wanted the best for Regina and hes so incredibly fucking dumb

It's getting old that Ana is always fucking wrong. Doesn't anybody else get to be wrong sometimes

And now it turns out that Mariana's dad was actually perfectly fine or something it was her mum who decided to keep him out or whatever

Come on....

Are we going to make the endless point that having a career as a woman and also having fun and having a husband and family is simply completely impossible. Jezus Christ.

I thought this was gonna be a pretty feminist show with interesting choices so far but now im like.... Come on

This is getting in the area of: this is too embarrassing.

God. The woman in a man's world shit. I've never seen Ana be actually good at her job. Can we please have Ana do some actual work.

Has anybody looked at that baby in the past hour.

Mariana had the cutest girlfriend who was willing to go all out who supported her when she was pregnant and giving birth and etc etc. and told her she's not alone yet she didn't want to call her a girlfriend. Elena get the HELL OUT LOLOLOL

So you hooked up with your best friend??? And then you were like: eh let's just be friends? Mariana what the FUCK. And then comes crying back for her friend. Ok well. Maybe just, don't date your lesbian friend and be completely unserious maybe.

'i came to realise he'd a good dad' IS HE THOUGH????? IS HE??? COS HE GAVE UP THE WIN ONCE? just because his intentions are good don't make him a good dad.

Huh??? So Ana just took the loss???? Shes not upset about missing the presentation????

Why the fuck didn't Mariana take him to task for breaking his fucking promise again. God he's so fucking dumb. I have no patience for that shit. He broke trust at least four times and horrifically. And yet you'll let him take your kid with him??? Come ON

All I want from this goddamn show is for them to show me Ana beating the fucking competition

Ana's work continues to be: standing around a room looking devastatingly attractive

I don't care about Pablo I don't care about Elena or ceci or the babies ALL I CARE ABOUT IS ANA WINNING. I care a little bit about Tere and Juan Carlos

He shouldn't care if she's just a throwaway woman. Or maybe he cares because it was fucking shitty

Ok so Ana just WON. THANK GOD.

Het ex gf is the front woman of a band???? Jezus Christ Mariana what are you DOING

Oh my god. The sexism at the table is insane. Oh my god. FUCK YEAH somehow it's like Ana won anyway

And fuck yeah! Somebody finally fucking told Mariana that wasn't cool. Girl didn't have to be so mean about it though I guess

Seriously, spying on the girls? Mariana come on....I mean I thought she might play it off as dropping her thing or whatever.

Oh ok. I wouldn't go so far as to equate being called a fake lesbian the same as sitting at a table full of sexist fucking colleagues

Well it's good Mariana got a wake-up call that she needed to be a littleeeee kinder to Elena

It's crazy that she's only 22

They're definitely hiding how ana and Mariana are growing closer and closer very naturally

Ana winning at work!!! Politics!!!!

How in the hell is Ana's mother like ten years older than her at most

If I didn't know that Ana and Mariana end up in a relationship somehow in some way for some time I don't think... I would even catch it? No I would. I mean the salsa dancing is really a step too far. No wait, it isnt. It REMAINS SO SUBTLE. that ana will take instruction from Mariana and NO ONE ELSE. BUT subtle bc no camera angles no nothing that suggest anything. And the narrative is so sincere in cheering on Juan Carlos and Ana

Ana....why r u an idiot

He's like: I love you! And she's like: I've moved on. She should maybe repeat that and say: you LEFT ME PREGNANT AFTER SAYING YOU WANTED TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER.

Ok Mariana is such a fucking idiot. What the fuckkkkk. Poor Pablo oh my GOD. WHAT!!!

Rodrigo said: hey I'll do your homework but you better be my girlfriend. And Paloma did that. What is this weird prostitution plot for grade schoolers

Why does Pablo suddenly have a brain and Mariana doesnt

These people are so unbelievably rich

Damn. Endlessly men misinterpreting shit again and again. Though Mariana and Teresa both have a problem with mixed signals for sure. The men sure like to go from: oh she put a hand on my leg - she must want sex!! despite clear verbal and sometimes years-long rejection or a context of formality.

I guess Juan Carlos and Ana simply want different things.

Elena, despite being thin as a rack, is really hot.

Teresa is such a fucking dick. Truly Mariana and Teresa are Soooooooo Selfish when it comes to people who like them. Oh i need you to do something so fuck your feelings!

Mariana trusting Ana almost without question. They're building this soooooo slow

WHY WOULD YOU SAY 'TERESA NO ONE MUST FIND OUT THAT WE WERE LOVERS' OUT LOUD WITH PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE!!!!

She's literally in the hallway!!!! Sjisodjdkjfkdnd

Jezus everybody doing so much adultery. This show basically normalises it as idk very natural. This sentiment is then verbally proposed.

Ana INSTANTLY tells Mariana that she cheated on her husband. The moment she sees her..dude....

Why would she do this thing with Anuar some more if Mariana already knows

Anyway somehow Pablo was super dumb in the beginning but later hes smart

Oh so they put in an 'i love you' and a kiss and INSTANTLY play it off for the character and the audience. AMAZING. AMAZING!!! I LOVE IT

Fucking sucks that i dont even ship the poly bait of Elena/Mariana/Pablo..because Mariana so clearly is not into them??

Juan Carlos blaming the break on Ana sleeping with someone else when she had the guts to tell him when he didnt is fucked.

Pablo proposes out of the blue. Gets rejected. Just leaves the babies. Losldbfldbfjf..i thought you were doing these things for the BABIES

Ah they're doing some sort of vows in the guise of a maternity ritual. Amazing

They keep putting in a shot to Elena when they have these moments. Like the resident lesbian going: Harold.....

AND NOW MARIANA ACTUALLY LOOKS AT ELENA WHOS LIKE LOL BITCH COME ON

oh no.... Seriously. Did she just pull the 'youre just confused' card on a fellow sapphic??? Or is she trying to protect her?

Pablo is such a selfish bitch. 'ive been trying so hard for something that I threw away like it was shit once already!!' somebody warn Cynthia about this man

Ok so now Ana is being a shit head and not mentioning she also cheated hello

I mean Mariana you've been such a piece of shit to your mother the whole time

Seriously? Doesn't Juan Carlos think to fucking say: this was BEFORE. Jezus Christ. Now its getting stupid. I hate that shit

Seriously. So she's going to ask the question and then Mariana is going to answer without explainin that it was BEFORE

Shut UP

Seriously he didn't tell the kids the reality either? Think this is damn unfeminist for the dude to get blamed now for eveything. Come ON

Hate when seasons end on everything being shit

And I bet next season it all gets spun even more into shit. Hate that

God.

Ana really in one day, instead of making it a good day for her daughters, actually blamed her husband for everything, alienated the whole family, and her bestest friend as well.

What the FUCK

Anyway season 2 really sucks

#i really enjoyed that first season #but now theyve separated ana and mariana and all the drama feels cheap and unearned #damn #really sucks #i enjoyed the fresh choices the optimistic take on family the willingness of the narrative to forgive characters and #most importantly the way the show builds the central relationship #one note: they must have used a hundred babies for these babies #vidi #anyway #madre solo hay dos #migh skip to season 3. might skip to season 3 episode 4 even #and read the wiki #its mothers day today #i cant drive because i stayed up all night #i am in a very bad state

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starlight-time-machine · 3 months

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Week in Review

01/28/2024 – 02/03/2024

Sunday

Manga Sunday yayyyy Girl Meets Rock is getting interesting, I was totally expecting the guy from the guitar shop to walk in, but it was Rin instead. Rin herself is pretty intriguing, as it seems like she’s keeping some cards close to her chest in regards to the band…

Undead Unluck is good as usual, it’s fun to see an older and more surly Top. Another sick mom to add to the tally, though. Maybe in this loop we’ll see more details about Top and Haruka’s potential romance.

Oshi no Ko fun, the deadpan humor really got to me.

Dandadan okay, I’m a little tired of the non-stop action sequences.

Magilumiere good, obviously there’d be some drawback to Midorikawa getting the chip implanted, but I’m sure they’ll find a way to circumvent it.

One Piece good.

CIPHER ACADEMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDD IF THIS IS THE END I’LL BE SO SADDDDDDDD I really hope it’s not…I’m holding onto Nisioisin copium so so so hard… The chapter itself was also amazing, with a look at everyone’s true backstories, Kogoe laying out her philosophy but Iroha turning it on its head, THE HANDSHAKE SPREAD WHERE IT LOOKS LIKE IROHA HAS HIS HANDS AROUND THE WORLD, EVERYONE ELSE SHAKING HANDS BUT YOU DON’T KNOW HOW SINCERE THEY ARE, MORE YOSAIMURA/ANON, TAYUTAN… The timeskip is so scary…I can’t tell if it’s the beginning of something new and everything else has just been the prelude, or if it’s a hasty jump to land some sort of epilogue… I’ll keep holding out hope but please…

Live Roulette gave me Siegfeld Junior High’s 1st Live today, so I watched/listened to it as I read a book (more on that later). I’m impressed by how far they’ve come in such a short time, especially Mtzw, whose rendition of Rebellion here was a lot stronger than in the stage play months earlier. Hinapiyo is still the reigning vocalist, though, and I’m so glad they gave her Mimorin’s descant in Watashitachi wa Mou Butai no Ue. I wish they did the arm choreography in Onikurenai… Overall it was a fun show, they’re all so cute and energetic and I appreciate all the harmonies they’re doing.

As for the book I’m reading, it’s Ring of Fire by P. D. Baccalario. It’s the first book of a series that I really liked as a child, so I’m reading it again to see if it holds up. So far, I’ve been a little disappointed…the cutaways to the random adult characters pulling the strings and talking cryptically feel like such momentum killers, and the usual “kids exploring a city on an adventure and solving puzzles” thing isn’t really grabbing me here. I do love that one scene in the beginning, when the kids are first meeting and the lights go out…I can imagine the scene so perfectly in my mind – the silence of the snowy night, the nervous excitement of meeting new people and coming across a strange situation together…it’s all so thrilling, and it’s the one scene that stuck with me after all these years. I’ve just gotten to the part where the apartment building collapses, and it’s genuinely harrowing – I can’t believe they actually killed that guy (but I don’t like how it basically amounted to a fat joke). Finally, it feels like we have some actual stakes (halfway through the book cough). I’m also seeing the bits of Harvey/Elettra and Mistral/Sheng shipping going on, I think it’s cute and I’m curious to see how they develop. (Speaking of Sheng lmao c’mon man 好 doesn’t actually mean cool, it just means good, so it’s weird to have that be his catchphrase.)

Afterwards I finally watched Day 1 of Ijigen Fes, the IDOLM@STER x Love Live! concert, and it was okay. I’m probably biased, but literally none of the IM@S songs interested me except for Tulip, which I already knew that I liked. (Thank you for having Rikako sing Tulip…they did that for me…) The Love Live girls had a decent showing, but the highlight for me was definitely KALEIDOSCORE… Liyuu’s singing is just so amazing.

Monday

Day 2 of Ijigen Fes today, and oh my GODDDDDD SHU’S PERFORMANCE WAS SO GOOD just so much fun and energy, it was like watching Avril Lavigne for real… THE NEW VERSES FOR RYOURAN VICTORY ROAD WERE SO HYPE OH MY GOD AQOURS NO LEADER TAKAMI CHIKA!!!!!!!!!! OSHIMAI NANTE NAINAINAI!!!!!!!!!! It’s so surreal seeing the Cotton Candy Ei-Ei-Oh MV playing on the huge screen in Tokyo Dome… Also Snow Halation makes me cry literally every time I see those UO’s go up ahh

Afterwards the Live Roulette dealt me AZUNA’s unit live, and it was just okay. I’m not the biggest AZUNA fan anyway, but I do like some of their songs like Maze Town and Kakushiaji. Shizuku’s solos were both great as well, and the bit with the plushies was cute, but the most memorable thing about this concert would definitely have to be Tomoriru’s goodbye…it’s so unfortunate that things turned out the way that they did, but I’m glad she gave us some great performances as Setsuna before she graduated. But man, when they all started tearing up at the end of Tokimeki Runners… (I cried again…very emotional set of lives today.)

I finished reading Ring of Fire while watching the concert, and there’s no way on god’s green earth Mr. Baccalario seriously expects me to believe there are PALANQUINS in fucking SHANGHAI in 2006??????? Or rather, I can’t believe that he believed that while writing this book LMAO for how globe-trotting and international this series sets out to be, it falls a little short with non-Western cultures. Now that I’ve finished it, there’s this feeling of…lingering disappointment. I love kids going on adventures, and I love the setting and the feeling of fate converging on these four kids, but the adventure itself was so lackluster… Most of it is just poking around Rome until they happen upon something that leads them to the next step, and by the end they’ve got a “mystical all-knowing” Romani woman straight up telling them what to do… I know the author is trying to do a “it’s all fate leading the way” thing but it just comes off as unsatisfying and being cryptic for cryptic’s sake. And for that matter, the book tries hard to give each kid their screentime, but it’s a little silly when Elettra gets all the action while Mistral’s kidnapped and subsequently rescued because the female villain “went soft” and Harvey and Sheng go into a house, get scared, leave, and contribute nothing else to the climax. The ending even points out how so many things have been left unanswered (as if it’s not confident in its own plotting), and I don’t know if they’ll be answered in the later books, but it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Like is anyone ever gonna explain the in-universe reason why the professor guy had a trunk full of teeth with letters carved onto them? Because it’s so blatantly just “cool Italian history trivia” + “oh right we need a puzzle for them to solve” shenanigans with no logical throughline. Also the villains were cheesy as all hell, oooo it’s the DEVIL and his number is SIX SIX SIX WOAHHH I know it’s a kid’s book, but come on…

Tuesday

Not gonna lie, the news that Cipher Academy is ending sent me into such a depression spiral that I just laid in bed all day playing Animal Crossing and moping and cursing Shounen Jump as a whole. I’ve never held the magazine in very high regard, as I feel like most of its big “hits” are just boring derivative battle manga (and I feel that especially with some of the newer series they’re heavily promoting…), so Cipher Academy caught me by surprise with its amazing character designs and writing and heartfelt emotion… I’ll talk more about it later in a different post, but Cipher Academy is genuinely the best manga I read in 2023 and now one of my favourite manga of all time, and I really wish it could’ve lived longer (and that I could collect it physically in English…). Excluding One Piece and Undead Unluck, I hope all of Jump’s series [COMPLIANCE VIOLATION]

Wednesday

Chainsaw Man good. Nayuta’s really in it now.

I’m continuing my anime concert and book reading duets today with AZALEA’s 1st Live and The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey. It felt a little weird to be watching the big Love Lives out of order when I’m literally three years behind so I chose Azalea’s live, and I was itching for a good “four kids go on an adventure” after being disappointed with Ring of Fire so I picked Perilous Journey back up. The live is fine so far – AZALEA isn’t one of my favourite subunits, but the new songs from their full album were such bangers that I had to check this live out. The light choreography in SKY JOURNEY was actually kind of amazing, I wish Love Live did more stuff like that.

Perilous Journey is fun so far, just some good ol’ adventuring with a dash of mortal peril.

Thursday

The new Dungeon Meshi was really fun. I’m trying to keep up a tradition of making/eating good food to go with the episode (so far it’s been fenzhenrou, meatballs, and soup), so today was homemade hash browns…not necessarily the healthiest thing, but I had to make something in a jiffy and it was either that or not eat anything so I think Senshi would let me slide. Lots of great comedy moments, but also I love how the ghost chapter really has a whole self-contained thematic arc that’s even topped off with a sitcom-esque punchline at the end. I love Laios being a weird guy and having fun with his sword parasite buddy.

I read a big chunk of Perilous Journey today, and what a perilous journey indeed. But it’s so satisfying to see the kids use their wits and abilities to solve each clue and thwart their pursuers, as well as eerie to see the “ghost” of Mr. Benedict and Number Two along the way. What I’m noticing is how much care Trenton Lee Stewart gives to each of the kids’ emotional states – in contrast to Ring of Fire where each kid basically had one defining personality trait to set them apart and nothing else, Reynie, Kate, Sticky, and Constance all feel really fleshed out and real, each with their own worries and perspectives and ways of thinking. (Sorry to compare you, Baccalario, but I can’t deny that it was on my mind since I read this right after Ring of Fire.) I especially love Reynie as a protagonist and a leader for the other kids, his keen emotional intelligence and observation skills means that he’s usually careful about what he says and is constantly keeping an eye out for the others’ wellbeing. There’s a lot of subtle character writing going on here, and each pair within the quartet have a distinct and believable dynamic. Story-wise, I think I prefer the set-up of the first book a little more – at least when they were in that institute, they had some room to breathe and regroup and feel safe in each other’s presence. Here it’s just non-stop action and pursuit, which has me anxious the whole time.

Friday

Drag Race time: I really don’t care for Plane Jane and all the drama she’s causing, it’s just annoying at this point. I hope they don’t try to solve a redemption arc down our throats but it’s looking likely. The girl groups were fun, I hate to say it but I actually do like the style that recent RuPaul songs are going for. I’m just glad that Nymphia is holding her own through all these different types of challenges. Runway-wise, I really liked Q’s look as it all looked well put together and considered, BUT OH MY GODDDDD NYMPHIA JUST STEALS THE SHOW EVERY TIMEEEEEE. I’m sad to see Amanda go…

I don’t usually talk about music on here (because cataloguing every new song I listen to would be insane, even for me), but Louie Zong released a new album called RAT TAXI and I think I’m going to induct it into the STM Awards…which I think is a first for Week in Review? I just love the beats and the instruments he used on this one, and there’s not a single song I don’t like, which is my only criteria for albums to make it in. So yayyyy

Saturday

Touched grass today and went home and immediately fell asleep

#week in review #2024

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jealous

pairing — han jisung x reader

genre — angst (?)

tw — slightly suggestive (?)

wc — 3035

a/n — yall idk wtf this is im trying my best to get better at writing angsty (???) stuff so im really sorry if this is absolute trash T^T. feedback is appreciated !!

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you hadn't seen your brother, chan, for a long time, six months to be exact and of course you missed him dearly. when he called to tell you that he was coming home for a while you nearly cried of joy, however, the happiness faded when he mentioned that he'd be bringing his band mates, that meant changbin... and han jisung.

it wasn't exactly a secret that you didn't get along with jisung, and you never knew why. he always just irked you a bit, and on purpose too. it was constant bickering between the two of you, fortunately, chan and changbin had learnt to tolerate it. speaking of changbin, you actually quite liked him and he was rather fond of you too. chan knew this, in fact, chan saw all the underlying tension between you and the rest of 3racha. he was thankful that he was your brother, but he didn't have to intervene, he was fully aware that you could handle these things on your own. unless of course you asked for help, and in that case, he would go to war for you.

a sturdy knock hit the door a few times and you ran to the door, unlocking it.

"channie!!" you leaped onto him and hugged him tightly. he dropped his bags down to the floor just so he could hug you back. "i've missed you so much!" you said as you hopped down and picked up both of his bags.

he grinned, "i've missed you too, y/n."

your smile dropped almost instantly as you saw jisung leaning against the doorway, a smirk across his face that just made you want to slap him. faking a smile, you greeted changbin, "hey changbin! good to see you." he gave you a sincere nod and smile before picking up his suitcase. "now chan, shall i put these in the guest room?" you asked, chan was already going through the fridge, looking for food.

"mm." he mumbled. you took it as a yes and heaved his bags to the guest room, dumping them beside the bed. as you turned around to help changbin with his luggage, someone blocked your way.

"you didn't say hello to me?" jisung questioned, though, it sounded more like a statement.

huffing, you responded, "why would i?"

"because you love me," he said as he leaned in close. "and you missed me."

"you must be confused." you shrugged and pushed past him. that was too close for comfort. you thought as you walked out and picked up changbin's last bag.

"hey y/n," chan began, "what's for dinner?"

you sighed, "i'm gonna have to go shopping chan, i don't have enough food for all of you." you went to put your shoes on and a jacket too, since it was getting late and more chilly outside. "who wants to chauffeur me to the grocery store?" you joked.

"anything for you, my love." jisung said teasingly as he held his hand out to you.

"uh, i'd rather not." you swatted his hand away. "c'mon changbin, let's go!" you said while dragging changbin up from the sofa. he groaned, but honestly he didn't mind so much. he was just being a big baby.

the car trip was short and quiet, mainly because changbin was tired from all the travelling they had done to get to your house. plus, their schedule has been so full lately, they were lucky to have this time off.

wandering through isles, you began picking up ingredients and placing them intro a trolley.

"you really missed us?" changbin began, "me and chan of course..." he trailed off but a playful smile tugged at his lips.

"of course i am! jisung on the other hand..." you rolled your eyes, pushing the trolley along.

he chucked, "you really still hate each other? after all these years?"

you huffed, a little too obnoxiously, "yes. i do still hate him. and i'm sure he despises me too. i don't even know what it is... it's just... the way he treats me. he acts like he deserves my friendship, which he doesn't. it's something you earn."

"remind me to never piss you off." changbin laughed as he put a bag of chips in the trolley.

once you had everything you needed you put it through the register, changbin insisted he paid, since you were letting the three of them live with you.

shortly after you arrived home, you began cooking. while he wasn't the best, changbin offered to help as best he could. you actually thought it was really sweet. he passed you utensils, condiments and he even set the table.

meanwhile, chan was fast asleep in the guest room and jisung was showering in the provided ensuite. you turned to changbin and high fived him, "we're all done! i should wake up chan. you can start eating if you want." proud of his efforts, changbin sat down and began to eat.

gently pressing the door open to the guest room, you whispered, "chan? dinner is ready." you walked over to him and was about to softly shake him when jisung walked out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist. his tousled wet hair dripped little drops of water down his chest and it was rather overwhelming to see him so exposed.

contrary to your thoughts, he couldn't care less, he enjoyed watching the way you panicked and blushed heavily. if this is what it takes. he thought.

"oh! um, jisung. i'm so sorry, i was just coming to tell chan that dinner is ready, i should've knocked or-" you blurted out in a quiet voice, weary of chan waking up.

jisung let out a low chuckle, "it's fine, y/n. i'll wake him up once i've dressed."

"thanks," you said as you went to leave, "wait... no snarky comment?" you puzzled.

he said nothing, just winked at you as you closed the door.

you joined changbin at the dinner table, sitting across from him. "how's the food?" you asked as you took a bite for yourself.

"y/n it's amazing! you're seriously a great cook. man, i wish i was this good." he said as he took a small bite of the spaghetti you had prepared.

at that moment, chan dawdled out the door and jisung closely behind. they joined you at the table and also began eating.

"don't worry about it binnie, i can teach you to cook, years of living on my own without chan seems to have payed off a bit." you joked.

"binnie?" jisung questioned the nickname you had given to changbin, whilst changbin sat there furiously blushing. he tried to hide it by lowering his head but that honestly seemed it give it away more.

"sounds cute." you shrugged, not thinking much of it.

chan cleared his throat, "okay so here's the plan for tomorrow," he began, taking another bite of spaghetti, "changbin and i have to go talk to JYP about an upcoming show we are doing, so we could be gone all day with that. there's lots to plan."

"wait a second, why am i not going? i'm apart of 3racha too." jisung stated.

changbin replied, "did you get the email from him?"

jisung shook his head, "well, no but-"

"then you're not coming." changbin grinned cheekily, knowing this upset jisung.

when everyone had finished with their meal, changbin stood up and collected all the dirty dishes, only to begin washing them in the sink. you quickly tried to stop him, "oh, changbin! don't worry i can do that." you said as you tried to take over, but he refused.

"no. you won't. dinner was great! you've done enough for today, if we are gonna be living here for the next few weeks then i might as well be of some use." he smiled at you before nodding to the tv, signalling for you to relax.

tired as ever, chan come over and kissed your head goodnight before going back to sleep. by now it was nearly 10pm, you had a late dinner but that was because they arrived later than expected.

you sat down on the sofa and began browsing movies. you decided to watch your favourite, even though you've seen it a million times. once he was finished with the dishes, changbin joined you on the sofa to watch the movie, you quickly filled him in on all the little details of the plot.

jisung was still sitting at the dinner table, scrolling through his phone, he was contemplating coming to join the two of you in watching the movie, but decided against it when he saw changbin put his arm around you. rolling his eyes and scoffing a little too loud, jisung stood up and went to the guest room he was sharing with chan. he tried his best not to slam the door but somehow that didn't happen.

"huh, wonder what's up with him?" changbin asked, looking at the door wide eyed. "i'll go check, sorry, i'll be back in a sec." he followed jisung into the guest room, you heard changbin quietly ask if he was okay.

what started as a whispered discussion soon became a hushed argument, you were worried that soon they would start yelling at each other. luckily chan was a deep sleeper, he also slept with earphones in, so you were pretty sure he wouldn't hear any of it.

the minutes passed and their quarreling continued, you debated going in there to try and make some peace but you decided against it, this seemed to be something personal between the two of them. instead, you switched off the tv and the lights, and went got ready for bed. as you were about to close your eyes you heard the jingle of keys and the sound of the door opening and closing. whoever it was, you knew they could take care of themselves, they were both adults and probably just needed some space.

when you woke up, it was around 7am. you quickly threw a hoodie on over your shirt, feeling a bit cold and walked into the living space to see changbin, sleeping softly on the sofa. it only just occurred to you that there wasn't enough beds for all of you in your current living situation.

you gently peeked into chan's room to see him sprawled out, sleeping a deep sleep. you smiled to yourself, knowing that he got all the sleep he deserved. the empty bed in the room didn't go unnoticed however.

it was jisung who left last night. and he didn't seem to be back yet.

slightly worried, you decided to cook up some bacon and eggs for when the boys woke up.

"morning y/n." you turned around to see changbin leaning against the kitchen counter.

you smiled, "morning! sorry if i woke you up, i'm just making some breakfast, you've probably got time to shower if you want to before you eat."

"serious? man, what did we do to deserve you?" changbin said looking at you sincerely.

you laughed lightly, "nothing, now go! and please wake chan up when you get out."

he just chuckled as he walked away and closed the guest room door behind him. you wondered if you should make enough breakfast for jisung, would he be back soon? if he wasn't, he could just re-heat it, you thought.

the last few pieces of bacon finished cooking so you begin buttering the toast, you made a lot knowing that chan has a big appetite and there was a good chance they wouldn't have time to eat today. your train of thought was interrupted once again by changbin.

"anything i can do to help?" he asked, he was dressed quite smartly, but you understood as he was going to console with JYP himself.

"nope! i'm just about done, plus, you wouldn't want to dirty your clothes," you said as you began serving breakfast.

"ah okay, i woke chan up, he wanted to have a shower so he shouldn't be too much longer." he said, "can i?" he asked, pointing to one of the cups of steaming hot coffee you set on the counter.

"of course!" you said. a question burned in the back of your mind and you wondered if you should ask or not. "uh, changbin..." you began.

changbin knew exactly what you were about to say, "he's okay, y/n. he just wanted some space." his eyes stared at the wall blankly. there was more to this than needing space.

"so.. why was he upset then? you guys had a pretty heated argument.."

changbin's eyes met yours, "i'm sorry you had to hear that." he took a sip of coffee, "we just had a bit of a disagreement, it happens all the time... you see, the thing is-"

"good morning to my favourite people!" chan said as he waltzed out of the guest room, also looking rather sharp.

you and changbin smiled at his enthusiasm, "morning!" the two of you chimed back.

"breakfast made? hot coffee? you seriously are the best sister in the world! it's like we're staying at a five star hotel." chan said picking up a mug of coffee.

you laughed, "i'm your only sister."

he shrugged, "still the best," he took a sip and hummed, looking around the room, "hey, where's jisung?"

"i don't know. i heard him leave last night." you said, placing two plates of food at the dinner table.

chan sent a red hot glare at changbin, knowing exactly why jisung would've stormed out. changbin looked away sheepishly.

"okay, well, breakfast is ready! eat up, you guys have a busy day." you said sitting down in front of a plate.

chan and changbin began discussing things for later with JYP, while you just sat their mindlessly eating your breakfast. you still couldn't help but wonder where jisung had went, and why he wasn't back yet.

you had completely zoned out and was just picking at the scraps of your plate when chan spoke, "well that was seriously great y/n! what a good way to start the day."

you smiled at your brother, "ah, it's the least i can do, maybe you could ask JYP if you can dedicate a song to me in return."

the three of you laughed and you began to clear up the plates while the boys finished getting ready. shortly after, they said their goodbyes and closed the front door behind them. although the door muffled his voice, you heard chan say to changbin, "you seriously fought over that again?"

you sighed to yourself, what were you going to do all day? you decided to finish cleaning up and have a shower.

you let the water run until it was warm before stepping in, you had to remember to be mindful because you often got carried away and distracted in the shower and lost track of time.

which is, exactly what happened, before you knew it you had been half an hour. shit, you thought. as you wrapped a towel around your body, you remembered jisung and how you saw a little too much of him after he showered. you blushed furiously just remembering it. that's when you realised that your feelings for changbin were just a deflection of the feelings you have for jisung. you're ridiculous, you thought. he hates you, despises you, enjoys making fun of you. you quickly ruled out the possibility of him ever returning the feeling and finished dressing.

you spent the day multitasking some of your studies while watching movie after movie, trying to be somewhat productive. your stomach suddenly growled and you checked the time, "must be time for lun-" you said aloud, "oh, it's 5pm." you laughed at your silly sense of time and how you had got carried away all day. but you soon frowned, 5pm and jisung still wasn't back?

since the boys weren't home you made yourself a light meal and sat at the dinner table alone, listening to some background music. it was actually quite relaxing. the evening golden sun shone through the window as you finished eating. you quickly began washing up your plate, when you heard the door creak open.

"oh, chan you're home! i just finished eating, but i can make something for you and changbin just give me a min-" but when you turned around to greet them, it wasn't chan or changbin. it was jisung. "jisung."

"are you gonna admit that you missed me this time? or do i have to leave for longer?" he smirked but you just sighed in relief. you hated to confess that you worried you wouldn't hear his stupid comments for a long while.

you spoke quietly, "of course i missed you. i was worried sick."

"oh? worried now?" he toyed.

"yes, worried! i heard you arguing with changbin and then you left!" you exclaimed.

his face turned away at the mention of changbin's name, "well sometimes changbin and i argue, it's normal."

you scoffed, "that's what he said."

"he told you?" jisung asked.

"no, he didn't tell me what you fought about, but it would seem that it isn't the first time because i heard chan scolding him after they left this morning." you admitted.

"they're not back?"

you shook your head, "nope," jisung looked away, "look, i just had dinner but is there anything you want?"

"yeah." he began.

"what would you like?" you asked.

"you." jisung said bluntly, catching you off guard. "and changbin wants you too."

it all made sense now. "oh, i, i see.." you said, quite taken aback. "jisung, it could ruin everything, we'd be playing with fire."

"i don't care, y/n." he said taking a few steps closer.

"but, chan is my brother." you said.

"he's my best friend." jisung countered, coming closer again.

"what about changbin?" you asked.

"he's also my best friend." at this point, jisung was standing face to face with you.

"hang on a second," you took a step back, hitting the counter, "i don't owe you anything." you whispered, pressing a finger to his lips.

he smirked, "but i owe you everything."

#han jisung x reader #han jisung #han #stray kids han #stray kids scenarios #han jisung angst #han angst #stray kids imagines #han jisung fluff #han jisung scenarios

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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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48 from touch prompt list and 75 from prompt list 5 🥺🥺🥺 im so proud of you love such an amazing achievement i love you

-efirstly i love you thank you so much 🥺 secondly the PERFECT two prompts together you have a galaxy brain and i can truly not thank you enough for this!!

Ship: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol consumption & brief olden-time being married young talk.

Prompts: #48 - Dancing with each other & #75 Talking in an Elizabethan style to woo somebody

A/N: I listened to the ‘So Close’ song from the Enchanted soundtrack the entire time I was writing this so...put that on if you want!

A reminder I’m taking prompts for my 1k celebration until May 21st! :)

If Penelope Garcia loved two things in this world - Derek and science fiction aside - it was costumes and parties. So it made sense that for her birthday, she’d decreed she’d be throwing an Elizabethan-style ball. And that everybody had to dress up accordingly. Derek, always eager to put a smile on her face, had offered to throw it at one of his houses.

So it was there that you were headed, on this glorious Saturday night. In a not-so-glorious and infact, quite heavy, Elizabethan era gown. It was a good job you’d elected to take an Uber, because quite frankly the dress weighed a ton. It would have been impossible to drive in.

Good job they didn’t have cars back in the Elizabethan era.

Not that women would have been allowed to drive them anyway.

You’re only a little late when you arrive. Fashionably late, you’d go so far as to say.

“____!” Penelope greets with a squeal, rushing out to embrace you into a hug. You don’t even make it all the way through the door before she’s on you with a flurry.

If you thought your dress was a lot, you have to hand it to the birthday girl. She could never be upstaged. How her gown actually fit inside the house was a mystery, it was huge - puffy with a corset that cinched her in tightly at the waist. Her hair was coiffed into perfect curls. She looked stunning; like she’d stepped right out of a painting.

“You look amazing!” You tell her, squeezing her tightly.

“So do you! I’m so glad you took the theme seriously!”

“I take all themes seriously when it’s you threatening me about them.”

She laughs. “Well Derek did too. And Spencer, the others...” She frowns, “Well, I’d like to say they tried, but Rossi definitely didn’t. He did, however, pay for a gazebo and a live band so I’m willing to let it slide.”

You smile, allowing her to take you inside. She babbles some more on her way in about all the decorations, food, and how next time she’s going to make everybody send her pictures of their outfits beforehand.

She’s right about the gazebo though - it’s beautiful. It has elegant fairylights adorning it, illuminating the place in a candescent glow. The live band is an instrumental one - there’s even a fiddle.

Where the hell did Dave find a fiddle?

He’s rich.

That has to be the satisfactory answer for now. There are far more pressing matters at hand: like everybody’s costumes.

Horch is wearing some fancy suit, Emily has one that’s similar, Rossi clearly is just dressed in his normal attire. J.J appears to have picked one up from a fancy dress shop, but if anyone could make that look good, it’s her. Derek looks an absolute dream - clearly dressed by Penelope. It’s Spencer though, unsurprisingly, who has gone all out. He has a miniature version of one of those puffy collars on, his suit a gorgeous maroon colour. He even has white tights on, with the boots that matched. If there were prizes for best costume - which knowing Penelope, there might well be - she’d be up against some fierce competition.

“Spence!” You chime, opening your arms to greet him, “I love your costume!”

“I love yours too!” He beams, hugging you tightly, “The skirt of your dress is very fitting to the period.”

“Thank you!” You say, reluctantly letting go of him to greet everybody else in turn.

It’s hard to keep your eyes off him though, and everybody knows it. You and Spencer had been dancing around each other for months, the epitome of the will-they-won’t-they, and you can’t help but hope that tonight you might finally cross that threshold.

It’s Penelope’s birthday.

Who are you kidding? Penelope would be ecstatic to claim credit.

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You’re giddy, not just with the glass of wine in your system. With happiness, the exuberant kind that comes from watching all your friends exist among one another. It doesn’t hurt that Spencer barely leaves your side the entire night. He’s a veritable treasure trove of Elizabethan era facts. You’ve learnt more than any history class could possibly teach you.

A slow song comes on, which is when you decide to seize your opportunity.

Now or never.

You bump your shoulder against his. When you have his attention, you nod towards the dance floor, “Come and dance with me.”

He furrows his brows, clearly weighing up his options in his head.

You affect an Elizabethan lilt, “Thou art going to leave me alone at the ball, fair Lord Reid?”

“I could hardly dream of it,” He says, imitating you, “Would thou care to dance with me?”

He offers out his hand. You take it, noting how he gets the barest blush on his cheeks.

“Thou had me practically petrified, I thought you may never ask,” You tease, accepting his hand, squeezing it once for reassurance.

He laughs, nose crinkling. He rests his hand on your hip hesitantly, only solidifying his grip when you rest yours on his bicep. His other comes to rest on the other side, just above where your dress puffs out. The song playing sounds vaguely familiar, although it’s harder to place with it being an instrumental version.

You lean into him, side-stepping in time with him. He’s not a dancer by nature, that much is clear, but he is surprisingly good at leading.

It’s easy to let him guide you around the dance floor. You stutter a bit, almost tripping. His grip on your hip tightens.

“Be careful fair maiden,” He reprimands teasingly, “Thou wouldn’t want to fall.”

“Thou wouldn’t want to be seen with a maiden who has made a royal fool of herself.”

He shakes his head, “I could hardly bare it.”

“I do not know how you can bare to be seen with me regardless. I’m practically a haggard spinster,” You say, with a dramatic sigh.

He twirls you around, voice slipping back into his normal tone, “Actually it was mainly women from wealthy families who would marry young, from age 12. With poorer or middle class families it was most common for women to be in their mid-twenties by the time they got married, the average age was about 24.”

“Still younger than me,” You retort, stepping in time with him. You’re pressed up against his chest now.

His breath fans over your cheek, from the way he’s bent, from the way you’re leaning in to him. His big hand spans over your back, holding you close to him as he steps to the right.

“Well,” He says, affecting the English accent, “Thou art a lady of the highest stature. A commoner could not possibly hope to marry one such as yourself.”

You giggle, “Oh fair Lord Reid. Whenst will I possibly find a husband?”

With surprising ease, he dips you, allowing you to fall gracefully into his arms. He’s study, supportive. Before you know it, you’re back on your feet.

“Thou might be looking in the wrong places.”

“Pray tell, wherest would one suggest a lady like me ought to look?”

“Perhaps closer to ones home,” He says, English accent - if you could call it that - slipping a little, favouring sincerity.

“How much closer?”

His hands return to your waist, and yours to his chest. There’s only an inch between your bodies. He looks down at you with sincerity brimming in his eyes, “Perhaps a little closer.”

Your hand trails up to his chin. It dips at the mere weight of your thumb resting on it, “Gallant Lord Reid, perhaps this close?”

“Perhaps,” He swallows, voice morphing into the accent again, as if he’s afraid to be vulnerable, “Thou art a maiden, thou art to be courted before marriage.”

“And where would one court a fair maiden like me?”

“Where would the fair maiden like to go?”

“Wherever, as long as you’re the one taking her.”

He swallows. His eyes scan your face, watching how you deliberately look to his plump lips. He hesitates for only a moment longer, before leaning in and planting the most delicate kiss upon them.

If it wasn’t for the elated drunken giggles of everyone else around you, you’d have been lost in the bubble of a moment forever. It’s okay though, because at your wedding, Penelope is sure to tell the tale of the Elizabethan ball where you - the fair maiden - finally got together with your perfect Lord. You have to admit, it’s a good one.

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cryingoverafictionalcharacter · 3 years

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Terrible Dancers

Prompt: You are spending the holidays at the burrow with George, Fred, Ginny and the golden trio. The house is packed most of the time, which is fine seeing you love everyone there *cough* especially Fred *cough* but when you get a chance of having some guaranteed alone time, you take it to your advantage. Only realizing you weren't totally alone when Fred comes downstairs to see you dancing around the living room in your pajamas, leading to a dance battle, laughing, and a confession.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, cute things, that's it I thing?

A/N:Is this probably the lamest, most corny, most bazar fic I’ve ever written? Yes, but this idea came to me when I was listening to ABBA in the car and I couldn’t not write it, So there will be 80s muggle music references in this to give you the full ⭐experience ⭐ . Anyway I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to leave any fic recs.

A/N2: I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS AND OMG PLEASE PLAY THE SONG I’LL WRITE IN WHEN JUST OMG IM CRYING.

You were currently sat on on of the couches in the burrow, your legs kicked up in front of you as you read a book. It was one of the few times you were able to find some quiet in the burrow. You loved the burrow, you thought of it as your second home, but with Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and yourself all staying for the Holidays, you had to admit it was a bit crowded.

However, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had least earlier in the day, saying they were running errands, which was probably code for doing something illegal, but you knew they were fine so you took the opportunity to finally catch up on a book Hermione had recommended to you.

After about an hour of reading, Molly walked in, greeting you with a smile that lit up the room. You smiled back, marking your place in your book and putting it down beside you.

“Hello dear, the boys and I were going to head off and do some last minute holiday shopping, would you like to join us?” She asked.

“I’ve gotten all my shopping done, so I think I’ll just stay in today if that alright?” You asked.

“Of course! Though you will be here alone, you know where everything is if you need something?” Molly asked, concern in her voice. You nodded.

“Yes, thank you” You smiled.

“Alright, we’ll be back by sundown, try to enjoy the peace and quiet” Molly joked, making you laugh.

“I will, have fun!” You said, watching as Molly left the room headed towards the fireplace, before opening your book again to continue reading.

It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before you started feeling antsy. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The burrow was known for always being active and full of laughing, happy people, so now that the only sound in the whole house was the steady ticking of the clock, you had to admit, it was a little freaky being the only one here.

You quickly closed your book, and idea popping into your head. You decided to bring your Walkman when you left to go to the burrow just in case you ever needed to block out the noise. You hadn’t used it at all so far, and now seemed like the perfect time.

You ran upstairs into the room you were sharing with Ginny and Hermione, digging through your bag and pulling out the rectangular object. Your parents had made you a mixtape of your favorite songs before you left, and while you loved some popular wizard singers, you missed your music.

You ran back downstairs, putting the Walkman down and pressing play, the music instantly starting up, playing one of your favorite songs.

A Man After Midnight, by ABBA

You walked to the empty area in front of the couch and started to dance, swaying your hips a bit, before starting to sing the words.

“Half past twelve and I’m watching the late show in my flat all alone, how I hate to spend the evening on my own.”

As you were singing you started swaying around the room, grabbing your wand to use as a microphone, and continuing to get more and more energetic as the song went on.

“Is there a soul out there?”

You stopped moving just tapping your foot, slowly raising the hand that wasn’t holding the wand.

“Someone to hear my prayers........”

“Gimme Gimme Gimme a man after midnight!” You sang at the top of your lungs, jumping around the room and singing into your wand. You were so lost in the moment, you didn’t notice the figure walking down the stairs, until-

“Take me through the darkness through the break of the- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Your singing was cut off by the sound of you screaming, well cursing, as you turned around to see Fred staring at you with a confused, half asleep look, a grin spread across his face. “What the fuck are you doing?” You practically yelled, running over to switch off your radio.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Fred laughed, the slight smile he had before now turning into a shit eating grin.

“You know, just.... dancing’” You said, desperately trying to act casual, like your crush of two years didn’t just walk downstairs, shirtless by the way, to see you dancing around like a maniac”

“I can see that. Its awful” Fred joked, making his way down the rest of the stairs and walking over to you.

“Shut up I’m amazing. Wait I thought you and your family were going out shopping” You said, suddenly remembering you were supposed to be alone.

“Yeah, George tried to make me to come along, but I didn’t wake up so my mum left a note” He said, sitting on the couch in front of you.

You nodded in understanding, trying your best to look Fred in the face, instead of letting your eyes wander to his hair which was currently sticking out in all directions. Or toward his chest which was currently bare exposing a constellation of freckles, or at how low his sweatpants were hanging-

“Earth to Y/N” Fred said, waving a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thought.

“Oh yeah, nice, cool” You said nodding, rocking back on your heels.

“What were you listening to, it doesn’t sound familiar?” Fred asked, leaning back on the couch.

“Oh, it’s a muggle band called ABBA, they’re basically music goddesses” You joked, walking over to your Walkman picking it up and handing it him.

“That's a lot of praise, considering your horrible taste in wizard music” He said, making you playfully swat his arm, a fake offended expression crossing your face before smiling, pressing the play button and continuing the song.

“Huh, its actually not bad, what else do you have on this?” He asked smiling.

You smiled back, taking back the Walkman and skipping to the next song, which happened to be “Africa” by Toto.

“This one’s really popular, I think you’ll like it” You said, setting down the Walkman and going to sit next to him.

As the music started I could see Fred starting to bob his Head to the beat.

“I like it so far” Fred said

An hour later, and you and Fred were dancing around the living room, singing at the top of your lungs.

“So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye!” Fred yelled

“So you think you can love me and leave me to die!” You sang back

“Ooooooh baby, don’t do this to me baby, just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here” You both sang in unison, Fred playing an air guitar as you sang into your wand.

As the slow started to slow down, you both just started swaying, smiling at each other and catching your breath. Finally after a moment the song ended, making you both laugh.

“That ones my favorite so far” Fred said laughing, going to take a break and sit on the couch, you plopping next to him.

“Its a classic” You laughed, taking a deep breath, trying to cool down from the very intense dancing.

The next song started up and you instantly recognized it, practically lunging at the small radio to skip the song, but as soon as you hit the pause button, Fred snatched it out of your hands.

“Hey” You yelled, reaching to get the device back which Fred held over his head, making it hard to reach.

“What’s wrong with the next song?” Fred asked, making your face heat up a bit.

“It’s not really dancing music, my parents probably only added it on because they know it’s one of my favorites, but yeah it’s not that good we can skip it” You said quickly, attempting to get the radio back from Fred, but he still kept it over his head.

“Y/N, if you like it than I’m sure its great” Fred said smiling down at you. You let out a breath. You knew he wasn’t going to let it go until you played it.

“Fine” You said, Fred finally handing the radio back. You rewound the song so it would start from the beginning, before taking a breath, and pressing play.

*PLAY CAN’T HELPING FALLING IN LOVE BY ELVIS*

The music picked up, and with it your heartbeat, afraid of what Fred was going to say. You were internally panicking, playing one of the most iconic love songs ever written in front of your long time friend and crush.

You had been friends with this boy since first year. You might even go as far to call him your best friend. Sure there had been flirty moments but most of it was just kidding around, but this was different.

Before you could panic anymore though, Fred had stood up and turned to face you. A sly smile grew across his face before he held out his hand to you.

“Dance with me”

“...What?” you asked, eyes widening. Were you hearing this right?

“Dance with me” Fred repeated. So without thinking you took his hand and stood up.

He led you to the middle of the living room, moving to put your right hand on his shoulder, holding your left and resting his other hand on your waist, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Trying to make a move on me Weasley?” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

“Maybe” He said smiling, but it wasn’t his usual joking smile, it was more sincere.

You started to sway to the music, laughing as Fred twirled you, your hand moving back to its original place on Fred's shoulder.

As the music continued to play, you couldn’t help but listen to the lyrics, while looking up at the boy you were dancing with, finding he was already looking at you.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be”

Fred suddenly wrapped his arm around your back, moving to dip you backwards, startling a laugh out of you, before he pulled you back up, pulling your chest closer to his, barely leaving any room between you to.

“For I can’t help, falling in love with you”

You moved your hand out of his, instead moving to rest your arms around Fred’s neck, Fred moving his now free hand to your other hip.

“Who taught you how to dance?” You jokingly asked, once again trying to relive the tension that had grown between you too.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m just a natural?” Fred smiled

“Definitely not” You smiled back, making a light chuckle leave his lips.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help, falling in love with you”

“I think this might be my new favorite song” Fred said, making you roll your eyes but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

“Why’s that” You asked, noticing how Fred’s demeanor seemed to get more serious compared to his usual playful attitude.

“Because it’s your favorite song, and you’re my favorite person” Fred said.

The butterflies that were in fluttering in your stomach before were now in a frenzy, your heart beating like crazy. You continued to sway to the music, slowing as the song finally stopped. Fred moved a hand up to move a strand of hair out of your face, before closing the space between you, connecting your lips.

You pulled him closer as well, kissing him back and moving your hands to his hair while his moved back to your waist. After a moment your finally pulled away, looking into each others eyes.

“You’re my favorite person too” You said, making the both of you smile.

“Is that the end of the tape?” Fred asked, noticing that the music wasn’t continuing.

“Yep, but I have another one one second” You said, moving out of Fred’s grasp to sprint up the stairs, Fred laughing behind you.

You came back downstairs, a new tape in ahnd. You quickly switched out the tack and pressed play, waiting for the music to start.

“Who did you say was your favorite person again?” Fred asked as you walked back over to him, laughing as you wrapped your arms around him. He moved to take a step back and stumbled, tripping over the book you had put down earlier, and because you were already holding him, you fell as well.

“Shit! Are you ok?” You asked, landing on Fred’s chest, looking up at his face to see him laughing, sending you into a fit of laughter as well, before you were both cut off by the sound of the Walkman playing that oh so familiar Saxophone.

You would have appreciated the irony, but before you could you heard the front door open, looking over to see Ron, Hermione, and Harry all looking at you... laying on top of a shirtless Fred..... with careless whisper playing in the background.

“It’s not what it looks like!” you said, quickly sitting up, Fred helping you to stand so you could turn off the music.

“My eyes!” Ron shrieked

“She fell we weren’t!-” Fred started.

“We don’t want to hear it pervs” Harry said, a slightly joking tone in his voice.

“For shame” Hermione said shaking her head disappointedly, but as the two other boys left towards their room, she gave you a quick thumbs up before running off as well.

You listened in silence as the three ran up the stairs, the door slamming behind them. There were a few seconds of silence between you and Fred, neither of you knowing how to process what just happened.

“You know, we could do what it looked like” Fred said slyly.

“Fred!”

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A/N: I’m not going to lie, I think the ending is hilarious. Any who, I hope you enjoyed this super sappy, almost cringe worthy fic. Feel free to leave requests if you want.

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kitazura · 3 years

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it’s the thought that counts, tendō satori

1.6k words of fluff; gn!reader

synopsis: tendō doesn’t understand the excitement surrounding valentine’s day until he decides to celebrate it with you.

notes: i haven’t finished the manga but i’m making timeskip content :D thank u rissie (@sugas-cookie) for beta-ing mwah <3

Tendō’s come to learn that Valentine’s day brings waves of purchases made by eager youth preparing to confess their affections, frantic lovers who’d completely forgotten about the occasion, and other last-minute shoppers looking for gifts to give their loved ones. This year is no different; the orders pile up so quickly he can barely keep up with them.

He’s not complaining—not when his bills are getting paid—he just doesn’t understand why everyone lets themselves get carried away by the Valentine rush. At the root of it all, it’s blatant commercialism, another scheme by society to run your bank account dry through obligatory benevolence, so why play into it? Well, as long as it keeps him in business, he supposes he’ll keep his critiques to himself.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little cynical?” you say when he shares his thoughts, the gentle smile on your lips showing you mean no harm. “I think the idea behind Valentine’s day is charming.”

He brushes his thumb over your cheek, humming in response. “Why’s that?”

“Isn’t it sweet when someone puts time and effort into something just for you?” you gush. Tendō watches your gaze turn dreamy as your mind wanders off into the clouds. “Like making chocolates for the person you like.”

“That’s what I do for a living, darling.”

“You like all of your customers?”

“Of course; they give me money, after all.”

You laugh, swatting his arm lightly. “I guess it’s hard to romanticize something you do as work.”

You’re not wrong. At some point, it’s expected for your job to lose its magic, no matter how passionate you are about it in the beginning. Chocolate has long lost its allure to Tendō, and now he spends day in and day out pouring it into molds and hurrying to shape it before it hardens beyond salvation. It’s become a chore for him, and even just catching a whiff of a candy bar sends his brain into the stress of work mode.

“What do you think about when you make chocolate, Satori?” you ask, interrupting his thoughts.

“What an odd question,” he remarks, clicking his tongue like a fussy mother hen. “I think about what I have to do to make it look presentable, of course. And then I count down the minutes until I come home to you.” He beams, proud of his response.

But pride turns to dismay when he catches a glint of disappointment in your eyes. His expression falls as he pulls you closer. “What’s the matter?”

You shake your head. “Nothing, nothing. Would you ever make me Valentine’s day chocolates?”

He tilts his head in surprise, then kisses your forehead. “I’d make you chocolate any day; all you have to do is ask.”

You seem to drop the matter, although he swears you sigh, “It’s not the same.”

He spends the next couple of days convincing himself he’d only imagined it, but something about your tone and attitude makes it stick in his brain. Whether you’d said it or not, there was clearly something behind your first question.

He asks you about it over dinner: “Is there a reason you want Valentine-themed chocolates in particular?”

“You’ve been thinking about that?” You laugh a little, surprised. “It’s not the Valentine theme I want; just the knowledge that you’re thinking of me on that day.”

He pesters you to elaborate—he’s always thinking of you, don’t you know that?—but you dodge his questions, leaving him in the dark once more.

Since you won’t give him any answers, he’ll just look for them on his own.

He texts Ushijima that night: “Why do you buy chocolate for the one you love?”

“Because they like it,” comes the reply. It’s simple, straightforward, but it’s not what he’s looking for.

He texts Semi the same question. The response is the length of a school essay, explaining the motivations of love in depths only a poet could reach, but it’s still not enough.

At work, your question echoes in his mind: What do you think about when you make chocolate, Satori?

What was he supposed to think about aside from the process? His customers?

He looks again at the order he’s making. It’s one he expects every year—it comes a week before Valentine’s, by a man whose wife adores chocolate covered strawberries. Tendō remembers it not only because of its consistency, but also because it’s always preceded by an order by the aforementioned wife, who asks for milk chocolate filled with raspberry créme that her husband is so fond of.

He wonders why they order the same thing at the same time every year. There’s no surprise in it, so what’s the point? Had he been in the husband’s place and you in the wife’s, he’d make sure to buy you something different every year, each present more extravagant than the last. He’d make sure that you’d always have something to look forward to in your married life.

A cheery little tune takes form beneath his breath as he pictures a life with you: silver bands around your fingers, lazy mornings on your days off, walks along the Seine.

He sweeps the excess chocolate off the molds in one clean stroke, sighing dreamily. You would buy a bigger, better apartment once you’d saved up enough, or even move to a quiet little cottage in the countryside.

His thoughts wander through the clouds as he mindlessly flits from one project to the next, forgetting to count the hours until his duty for today is through.

Lately, some of Tendō’s usual customers have been dropping by to say the same thing: there’s something different about his work these days. It’s not negative; on the contrary, actually, the quality’s spiked. But he can’t figure out what he’s been doing differently for the life of him.

It weighs on his mind from the time he clocks in to when he clocks out. He’s been using the same ingredients, the same equipment, so what was it?

His answer arrives in the form of the Chocolate Strawberry man, on the very eve of Valentine’s.

The man enthusiastically shakes Satori’s hand and thanks Him for his work, his hands warm and clammy from excitement despite the biting Parisian air.

“My wife would have liked to come along as well, but she’s preoccupied with the baby,” the man explains. “She wants you to know how much she enjoys your work, though. We look forward to it every year.”

“Then why not buy it off-season, when it’s cheaper?” Tendō asks. The man looks surprised, prompting him to continue. “With all due respect, you order the same thing every year, anyway, so why wait?”

The man laughs at the sincere look of curiosity in the chocolatier’s eyes, patting him on the shoulder, like a father to his son. “Why wait until birthdays to buy a cake? Why wait until Christmas to exchange gifts and set up the tree? It’s old advice, but it’s good: it’s always the thought that counts.” With one last pat on the back and an affectionate chuckle, the man wishes Tendō a good night—“Enjoy tomorrow with your loved ones.”

The stores are packed with the usual extremely last minute rush on Valentine’s morning, and for the first time, Tendō Satori is part of that crowd.

His arms are filled with the goodies he’d woken up early to buy: heavily discounted candies in tacky packages, a cheesy card, a bouquet, an offensively pink stuffed bear, crumpled foil balloons. (He’d made chocolates for you too; those were waiting in the fridge at home.) If it was an authentic Valentine’s experience you wanted, he decided, then it was an authentic Valentine’s experience you’d get.

He’d sent you out to pick up a cake across the city just before he’d left that morning, so the apartment is still empty when he returns. He checks his watch—only half an hour at most until you’d come back. Setting the bear on the counter, he gives it a determined grin.

“Think I can set everything up in fifteen?”

He’s just barely managed tying the balloons closed when he hears the knob on the front door jiggle as you unlock it.

“I’m home!” Your shoes thud to the floor, joined by Tendō’s footsteps as he hurries to help you with the cake. You thank him when he takes it out of your hands and leads you to the dining table while you chatter away. “Boy, did you see how many people are out there? It’s like all of Paris decided to run their errands this morning. It’s a miracle I got the cake here in one piece—what’s all this?”

Tendō grins, proudly motioning to his handiwork. The bouquet sits in the center of the table, surrounded by neatly arranged dishes of your favorite foods. The plush bear sits at the head, the card and candies tucked into its paws. Balloons reading “Happy Valentine’s” are tied to your chairs, gently swaying to and fro in greeting.

“Do you like it?” he asks. “I figured you wanted to do something for Valentine’s, but all the restaurants are booked so I had to improvise—”

You cut him off with a kiss, and another, then another. “I love it! I love you and I love”—you wave at the room—“all of this.” Another kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for thinking of me, Satori.”

He laughs as you hug him, squeezing as tight as you can. He thinks back to the strawberry man’s remark, “It’s the thought that counts.” And maybe, just a little, he’s starting to understand that there’s more to Valentine’s than business.

As you prepare the cake and gush over the bear, he pats the pocket of his jacket. The pretty little velvet box would have to wait until after lunch.

postscript: heyyy <3 i stopped writing for like three months srry LMAO but im back in business baby !! if i try hard enough and school stops kicking my ass maybe i’ll start posting twice a month ahaha ... unless?

#haikyuu fluff #tendou fluff #hq fluff #tendou satori #tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

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h0neyy-bee · 3 years

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another day to give the haikyuu characters instruments because I want to

sincerely, a high school senior band kid

part 2: nekoma

[pt. 1: karasuno]

Kuroo: Trombone

mans is long so he needs a long instrument. literally cannot think if any other instrument for this man trust me ive thought way too hard about this but i am not mad cuz trombone is arguably the instrument with the biggest dick energy and i do not take criticism plus i can see him being an absolute god at the trombone like straight up trombone 1 and gets all the solos and is in jazz band and everything holy shit i can also see him doing this with bokuto or forced kenma to do it with him

Kenma: Alto Sax

from experience, the sax section consists of people who try too hard and people who literally dont give a shit and there's no in between. obv the latter is kenma. first of all, he most likely joined band cuz of kuroo and stayed to get that fine arts AND PE credit doesnt want to do actual PE or do any sports to get his credit so he felt like staying in band is more convenient and "less work." secondly, he chose the instrument cuz i feel like he wouldnt like anything that stands out too much (and definitely took full advantage of the neckstrap that comes with it so its not too much weight for him to carry) but kenma is actually surprisingly really good and the director feels like hes too much wasted potential every time kenma turns down a solo opportunity. kuroo also tried to get him to join jazz band with him but he obv turned that down too cuz he felt like the director is gonna "pick on him again"

Lev: Trumpet

ok, i originally had lev written down for bari sax. however, he reminded me too much of this one trumpet player i once knew and i can no longer see him playing anything else. him with his "im gonna be nekoma's ace" attitude gave me an idea that hes one of those people who tells others he got 1st trumpet when in reality all the trumpets have the same part with very tiny sections in their music that have those higher and lower octaves written in HAHAHA he even got assigned to the lower octave but he doesn't wanna admit that LMAOABFJANSK dw i love him tho so this is out of love abfjalk. also this was kinda hard for me to pick cuz he would vibe with both the sax and brass section so it can go either way, but trumpet just slightly made more sense lol

Yamamoto: Trumpet

tanaka in a different font. i feel like there's no need to explain this one

Yaku: Clarinet

again. as a clarinet player, i have no idea how to explain myself one this one LOL something about him radiates clarinet that nobody other than myself and other clarinet players can understand.

Inuoka: Mellophone/French Horn

i love this boy. hes so cute. he was a good tie between trumpet and mellophone. but i leaned more towards mellophone solely because he reminds me of this french horn player who i met 2 years ago i know too many people lmao but honestly same with lev, inuoka works for both mello and trumpet so it can also go either way. i just know hes definitely a high brass player.

Kai: Mellophone/French Horn

another mellophone. again from experience, french horn players are some of my favorite people ever. they are so cute. oml. i never had any problems with any mellophone player in my past 7 years. thats kai. literally unproblematic. unbothered. genuinely talented king.

Fukunaga: Trombone

mans is full of jokes. trombones are some of the goofiest people ever. i can imagine him and kuroo making car noises in the band hall and compete on who can do it the loudest definitely have seen it before

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kuroo #kenma #kozume kenma #lev #haiba lev #yaku morisuke #yaku #kuroo tetsurou #yamamoto taketora #kai nobuyuki #inuoka sō #fukunaga shōhei #nekoma

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bnhavibes · 4 years

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I absolutely love your writing. Can we have an innocent deku x reader and he's like I said innocent and he thinks y/n is too but one day he finds her g-strings and lingerie, or maybe a vibrator?

HAAHAHAHAHHHA I LOVE RUINING INNOCENCE— FUCK YEAH IM DOWN!!! -🐰

Izuku, Midoriya. CollegeAgedUp!AU

It shouldn’t be this obvious just how caring, kind and sweet you are. Always going out of your way to make your classmates feel better, even more so than your boyfriend! Deku was consistent with his praise, of course, but he was far too nervous to attempt cheering up people he had no idea how to console.

You did, though.

That’s what made him so in love with you.

He’s always been kept to himself to point, but when you’re around it’s like two suns just colliding and creating a searing hot and blinding beam of just pure harmony and innocence.

Everyone could see just how perfect the two of you were together, even Bakugou once mentioned how you were so disgustingly meant for each other that it made him want to hurl every time he saw you jump into Midoriya’s arms and nuzzle your face into his neck. You two were always smiling, like it was a competition of who could grin wider.

Midoriya loves your smiling face, it made his heart flutter.

But not the way his heart was frantically pounding right now.

You were supposed to meet him to study in your room twenty minutes ago. Usually, he wouldn’t mind waiting but he started to get uncomfortably weary of his surroundings. It was rude to pry through your things, but he was curious to see if there were any interests of yours he hadn’t already known about as he dug through your desk. If you’d ask, he prepped his response of wanting to know you better and he’d say it proudly.

After finding a few stickers to some bands he’d never listened to, he jotted down in his notebook their names and weighed how much you were dedicated to each one by how many similar objects and knickknacks of theirs you’d have. He carefully placed everything back in place but froze when his hand brushed over what sounded like a clothing store bag.

The crinkling sound threw him off, but, when he grabbed it and began to pull it out, the name of the store had his face filling up with intense heat. He yelped, dropping the bag back down into your drawer and slapping a hand over his mouth to control his breathing.

Fascinations? Wasn’t that... a sex store?

Being over the age of eighteen, of course a guy like him knew what sex was and how people started having it just into their third/senior year of high school. But... you never mentioned anything about this kind of stuff to him?? Curiosity outweighed the fear tenfold, and he shoved his hand into the crinkling bag to find out what you had bought.

His hand landed on a rectangular box, and he started to quiver. This was suuuuuch an invasion of your privacy. Biting his tongue, he gripped the box and pulled it out, keeping his eyes screwed shut as he placed it on the desk. He was panting, frantically facepalming his forehead in discipline. But he also meant to work himself up to actually open his eyes, only barely peeking out of one eye at first, then widening his eyes at the image on the box.

“A— V-V-Vibr—” He couldn’t even get the word out, he was so shocked. The forest green image of a microphone looking thing about the size of his hand printed on the box made him want to pass out.

“A vibrator.” You say, causing him to scream.

He fell forward onto the desk, attempting to cover what he’d already been caught discovering.

“Buh-b-bu-buh-baby!” He cried. “Wh-What’re you do-doing?”

“In my own bedroom?” You finished his sentence as he turned to face you, his face a flamingo pink as he met your gaze. “Well, I was in the shower when I forgot we had a study date.”

Your hair was dripping wet still, the strands clinging to your shoulders and back through the thin cotton t-shirt. In your arms you held a towel, and a shower caddy that contained your hair and body products...and that green microphone looking thing.

His eyes bulged out of his head when they caught sight of the item, making you blush a little.

“Stop looking like that!” You exclaim, looking off to the side with your own burning ears.

“I—I, I-I’m sorry! M’Sorry, okay! I just— I thought—!”

“Thought what?” You say walking over to your desk and placing the caddy onto the hook it usually went, and removed the vibrator from it. “Does this make you feel different about me?”

Midoriya could die right then and there, and his cause of death would be sheer and utter embarrassment. His hands shielded his face in defense as you asked him that question, but dropped down to his sides in fists as he spoke;

“NO!” He cried, making you jump a bit, “S-Sorry for yelling, but no! Of course not, b-baby! I just.. I didn’t— Know you as well as I thought...”

“Well,” You sighed, grabbing the back of your neck, “I knew you were a virgin when we first started talking, and I didn’t want to pressure you into anything you weren’t comfortable with.”

The green haired mess of a guy snapped his eyes up to meet your gaze, tenderly grabbing your hand from your neck with shaking fingers. “You got this, because of me, (name)?”

You drop the culprit on the desk, “Yeah, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I—”

“How do you use it?” He asks softly, interrupting your sentence and making you blush harder.

“H-Huh!?”

“I— I wanna know how you use it, s-so that m-maybe I ca-can learn to pl-please you.” He was trembling so hard your heart began to hurt at the sight of him.

“Deku, you don’t have to—”

“I want to!” He exclaims, stepping up to you and unintentionally pushing up against the desk. He blushed when he notices the predicament he’s made.

“If I can’t m-make you feel good, then wh-why not learn how to?” His voice is sincere, and he picks his notebook back up. “So... ho-how do you use it?”

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 3 years

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y’know the wildest thing still to happen to me on this hellsite was my first experience of sexting, sans nudes, that was done in front of at least 250-500 followers because of those horny anons i had in early 2013 when i was 17. instead of being exposed to it on my phone privately with a partner at that age, it was done publicly for the internet to see lmao. i remember begging the anons to stop and “come off anon” because i was “losing followers” at the time too bc i was so insecure about my follower count lmao. and then yeah when they came off anon they were both 28 years old.

to write the responses, i just consulted cosmo mag sex pages for ideas hoping that the anons would like the options i chose. in one i detailed doing anal- a sex act i hadn’t even done yet irl- let alone every other thing i suggested in them (head, idek long, drawn out foreplay, some stupid fancy sex moves that cosmo was all like “use these moves to spice up your sex life 🔥🔥”, sex in a bath, i’m pretty sure i had some lines about tying or handcuffing them to a bed (????) etc etc etc)….

when again, i had never even done any of those above sex acts in real life. i was a naive teen who was incredibly shy in regards towards her love life because she’d “never been kissed” and had never had the “hot emo boyfriend whose in a band and is covered in tattoos” she’d always wanted, let alone even a boyfriend that she had actually fucking liked (ie clear braces boy, for like a month in year 9/2010 vs the popular boys that made fun of her, that she always had unrequited crushes on)…. hell, my blog title when i first started on here in 2011 was “the perfect epitome of being forever alone” because of these very reasons. but here she was, writing explicit sex acts to strangers like she knew what the fuck she was doing, to an audience of 250-500 people- and then to fucking grown ass men in inboxes. i was just parroting the shit i’d read in cosmo (both sex advice and sometimes excerpts of erotica/“sexy, steamy reads” they had some months) and also heard repeatedly in the porn that my high school stalker/creeper at public school loved to show (harass) me with to flirt with me, whenever we were alone together at school in 2012/2013.

like you could tell how naive i was….. because i used ridiculous lines like “like a gentleman entranced, you lead me to the bath for our next foray” and dumbass prose-y things like that. because what the fuck does that even mean 😂😅????

and this is why i think minors should be careful with their online experiences. like yeah, you could say that i wasn’t a minor anymore- more of a “young adult”- who should of made the smart decision to not engage with these anons. but i was a kid. i thought it was fun. and when the dudes came off anon, i thought to myself “it’s not like i’m ever gonna meet them if i ever go to the US or puerto rico at any point. it’s not like that they’ll ever recognise me in person or ever reach out to me again in the future. i might as well do it.” and i did eventually end up ignoring the guys in my inbox, due to my mental health kinda plummeting from the middle til the end of 2013 because of my end of high school exams and stuff… and also the puerto rican guy’s infamously inappropriate “hot PE teacher fucks HOT female high school student in the girls change room showers” fantasy which fucking disgusted me, when he full well knew that i was STILL IN high school.

and obviously again, there’s the point about using the “block” button function. but as i’ve stated several times over my years on here, back in my early days of tumblr, i never wanted to block or unfollow people (even if they were trash like these two men), because it seemed so “mean” and “final”. obvs now i have no qualms about blocking people, and actively encourage younger people on here to use the block button with reckless abandon towards creepy people or people who can hurt them in some way. but to high school teenage me, the whole “using the block button” thing seemed to go against me being a “nice girl/person” so i never used it, no matter which social media platform i was on.

this is why i’m hella scared for young teen girls on tik tok wanting to have onlyfans accounts: because it’s where they’ll be exposed to ACTUAL CREEPS AND PREDATORS incredibly quickly; all because they can make money off selling images of just their feet or eventually their body….. depending on what these creepy strangers demand from them….. and they’ll feel like they’ll have to do it…. but to do it before you even start experimenting properly with relationships and sex is even worse. like. yeah. i’ve admitted before that i originally started this tumblr to possibly post nudes, to see if i’d get the positive feedback that i so desperately wanted/craved from the boys in my year at catholic school- eg. to be called “sexy”, “hot”, “fuckable” possibly “beautiful”- like some of the so called “popular girls” got on their hella basic bikini photos back then (like i remember one girl i knew ended up with like 500 likes and a fair amount of comments on one of her bikini pics and i was INCREDIBLY BITTER because not even a pic of me with a nice outfit on, my hair done and makeup on could EVER get those numbers, let alone even break over the double digits).

but i decided posting nudes or other explicit images on here was an absolute no go, because i realised that i never wanted people that i knew digging up barely clothed/naked pics of me and sending them to me all like “hey, is this you?” and then possibly mocking me, all because i would’ve been dumb enough to put my face in them probably at the time. now when i take nudes and send them, i never show my face. because i know now, that even in relationships, your partner can use nude pics as leverage for arguments or to abuse you in such a way that they’ll upload your pics without your knowledge to god knows where on the internet probably as a way to get back at you in a horrible breakup.

this is what i sincerely hope some young girls who ever contemplate starting onlyfans accounts take some time SERIOUSLY CONSIDER. please know that if you share shit on onlyfans, it can shared and re-shared (i think idek how OF works tbh) to god knows who- and eventually end up in the hands of people you know. i don’t fucking care if it’s a “good way to make money!” or if people think that im trying to stop teen girls from being “girl bosses” and the other dumb as fuck internet memes you want to throw at me. because this shit isn’t “haha internet meme funny” material. it’s some fucking serious stuff. and also, i’m not saying “don’t become a sex worker when you’re older” or whatever either. you’re free to make that choice when you’re in your 20s (no i even mean 17-19 year olds in this post as “young teen girls”- sorry you’re basically kids to me at almost 26). just please consider where the fuck your stuff can be shared to. who it can end up being shared with or to.

this is why i was so fucking adamant with my infamous old follower mr adelaide fuckboy/MAF that i personally would NOT consider becoming a camgirl for him or just generally… because i had no idea where the fuck my images or videos would end up. and do you know the places i’d never want them to fucking be??? in the hands of my high school stalker/creeper. in the hands of those two 28yo men from 2013 (who’d now be in there late 30s or early 40s). i absolutely don’t want them in the hands the mid-to-late 20s and early 30s men that that girl i met at public school in 2012 who was pissed that i didn’t believe that were “adults” because we were finally over the legal age of consent (16) in our state of australia, and so we were apparently fine to “fuck” literal grown ass men because “just fuck them and they’ll be nice to you!!” which i knew was fucking bullshit.

i absolutely don’t fucking want explicit videos/images of me ending up in “why the fuck won’t you let me give you “sex lessons” in the back of my car as a “favour” and as payment for teaching you how to drive you stupid, stuck up & frigid, virgin bitch!?” guy’s hands from 2014 (when i was 18/19 at the time and he was 25… he ended up being the first person of many i’d EVER block on social media lol). or i don't want them in the hands of those weird early 20s dudes (one of which was trying to set me up with his friend) who hit on me at 16/17 (2012) who were angry that i didn’t like and watch porn as much as they did…. and who promptly asked me at the end of their period of harassing of me: “do you know any sluts we could add?” because i kept refusing their suggestions etc.

hell, quite frankly i don’t even want them to go to mr adelaide fuckboy/MAF either, but the very few and far between nudes that i sent on snapchat to him back in 2016 are some nudes that i’d rather forget lmao. hell. i don’t even know if MAF ever deleted my nudes or shared them somewhere else or not, after he fucking wheedled them out of me with “i’ve followed you for 4 years, don’t be a shit! you owe me nudes!” so he’d just shut the fuck up about my social life decisions and leave me the fuck alone.

i don’t want ANY ONE of the guys i mentioned above to get their hands on photos of minors either…. because i definitely know my hs stalker/creeper would… because his fave “make her jealous” tactic that he’s always used on me is that “hey…. i’m dating a *insert teenage girl’s age here*! be fucking jealous that you don’t fucking have me and feel guilty that you won’t fuck me like this girl does!!!” just like he did in 2015, when i ran into him on the home from uni… when i turned 20 the next week and he turned 20 that december. at that time it was a 14yo girl he used as an example of him “dating”/“fucking” to make me jealous. instead, i was completely and utterly fucking disgusted. like any fucking sane and normal human being would/should be at that horrible age gap. that is literally a fucking child that he was fucking grooming. and we were literal adults. back the fuck away.

just please. PLEASE CONSIDER the types of people that trawl these kinds of sites and their intentions. please consider that you are young. very fucking young. you literally DO NOT need to upload nudes to the internet because it’s apparently a “lucrative” business. fuck the jokey “boss babe” rhetoric around it all the way to fucking hell.

because if you’re a minor: i do not want you to have your first experience of sexting or sending explicit images literally in front of god knows how many total strangers for the whole world to see (okay i know only fans is like subscriber/follower based or whatever. but i don’t care)…… even when you (depending how good you are with relationships etc) haven’t reached the common supposed milestones of your “first boyfriend/girlfriend/partner” or “first kiss” or have even “lost your virginity” (which isn’t real anyway- don’t buy this fucking bullshit)…. just like i stupidly did with my exposure to sexting here on my tumblr back in 2013. these people don’t/won’t give a flying fuck about your privacy or safety. they don’t/won’t give a fuck about your boundaries either.

please don’t possibly scar yourself for life, just because you’re being told that it’s a quick & convenient way to make some money for weirdos on the depths of the internet. you will regret it in future. just like i do now with mine. it should’ve been something personal between me and and a guy i trusted and liked at the time. not to some random 250-500 random strangers on this hellsite (okay the notes on these posts were literally single digits or non-existent, but still… and also some of my irl friends who had tumblr saw these posts as well) for a show….. and then privately with two 28yo literal grown ass men…. who should’ve been fucking hitting on women their own goddamned age and in their own countries and NOT a 17yo high school KID (at the time) from australia; who, now in her 20s, needs therapy to sort this shit out lmao. mind you they both reeled me in with the “you’re so mature for your age” bullshit line…. which i fell for a little bit, even if it did make me feel kinda gross at the time, too. don’t fall for that bullshit either.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #relationships i guess #internet stuff #this went in a bigger direction that i thought it would lmao #but anyway

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taehyungtrash2-0 · 4 years

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Sincerely, Love and Affection

— genre ➙ fluff!!!

— words ➙ 2057 bitch

— member ➙ Yuta Nakamoto

— warnings ➙ slowburn! strangers to lovers! foreigner!

Note: this was done out of inspiration from Kismet by Froggyyong! please look it up on AO3!!! So in the spirit of that all words in italics are them speaking in Japanese! This is the first of many imagines and maybe a part 2, let me know! pls take it easy on me

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“HEY NO GO BACK” I yell at Hyuck because he can never seem to follow simple instructions. Everyone around us watching us play FIFA or on their phones, I know a few are in the kitchen doing whatever but right now I am trying to focus on kicking the other team’s ass.

“Hey I just wanted to give everyone a heads up, my sister is stopping by in a few” Taeyong yelled over the noise in the living room.

“Didn’t she just move back?” Mark called from the kitchen, why is everyone yelling out of nowhere, wait he has a sister?

“Is this the sister that Johnny thirsts after” Jaehyun chuckled out and nudged Johnny.

*SMACK*

“HEY, THAT HURT” Jaehyun whined.

“How old is she?” Sicheng called from the couch.

“HoW oLd iS SHe? What are you, 12???” Hyuck mocked him. Okay, now that was funny!

“I do not THIRST after her.” Johnny clears his name to the group.

“You cried when taeyong took her back to her hotel room because you couldn’t.” Ten laughed out, making everyone else start laughing with him.

“I WAS EMOTIONAL THAT DAY!” Johnny whined, with his face getting red.

“AS I WAS SAYING, shes going to come over and we are probably going to go to dinner so whoever wants to, can come.” he invites loudly so everyone can hear.

“ILL GO” Johnny screeched, standing up just for Ten to put his arm in front of him,

“First of all Johnny, Hyung said ‘come’ not ‘cum’ and secondly, you have a recording session with donghyuck, jaehyun, and I at 4 o’clock,” he said in response.

“When you try your best but you don’t succeeeeeddddd” Lucas starts yelling and Sicheng joins in, everyone laughing at Johnny all over again, myself included.

“I’m going to go get ready, everyone better have CLOTHES ON! IM LOOKING AT YOU JOHNNY!” Hyung yells leaving the room.

*Johnny cries in zipper*

“Hyung, has a sister?” I ask Ten, keeping my eyes trained on my player.

“Yeah, you and a few other members were busy with a photo shoot the last time she visited, remember?” he recalled, looking back at his phone.

Oh, I never really focused on it I guess.

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*knock knock*

“SHES HERE!” Hyung yells from his room.

*CHAOS ENTERS CHAT*

*Choking sounds in the background*

“JOHNNY IS DYING HELP!” Mark yells from the kitchen and everyone starts laughing al over again. Taeyong runs through the living room and opens the door as everyone crowds into the living room to greet her.

“Y/N!!!!!” he yells and covers her in a tight embrace. Wow, she’s a little thing, slim thick with your cute as-

“YONGIE!!!” she cheers back into his arms. AWWW even her voice is cute what the FUCK.

“Wait, is everyone here?? Wow!” she steps back, her eyes widening at the group, you can definitely tell shes hyung’s sister. Her eyes are so big, she looks like a little doll. I can finally understand the hype on Johnny’s part.

“Yeah, you haven’t met everyone yet,” Taeyong replied, guiding her further into the living room.

“Everyone this is y/n!” he presented to the class. Her little form bending to greet us all in unison.

“Hello! I’m a very big fan of the group! You all are so great! Especially this recent comeback! I have so much respect for you all!” she said sweetly, her smile is so heart-melting that everyone can’t help but smile back. It’s almost infectious.

“She’s so sweet” Sicheng coos.

“Look how cute” Lucas whispers.

“Johnny stop drooling!” Ten elbows.

“Y/n it’s so good to see you! You moved back finally!” Mark exclaimed, pulling her into his embrace. Are they a thing?

“Hey, Mark! It’s so good to see you too! And yeah ill text you my address so we can hang out again!” she states casually.

“AGAIN?! WHAT H-” Johnny’s voice being covered by Taeyong’s glare.

“Hey y/n! I’ve missed you so much, no one likes to go shopping much with me but you! So as soon as you get settled and arent too busy I’m treating you to a day of shopping!”

“I’ve missed you so much too Ten! Facetiming just isn’t the same and I would LOVE to go shopping! I can’t tell you the last time a man spoiled me!” she giggled out and I nearly choked. I say nearly because Johnny audibly choked and everyone laughed at him...AGAIN

“Hey y/n...do the thing I’ve been telling everyone about it, please!!! He has been acting like a total spaz since he heard about you coming back to Seoul.” Ten whispered to her.

“Cmon Ten, I can’t be that mean to him!” she whined out like a little puppy.

“Pleaseeeee?” he whined back.

“Fine,” he huffed out.

“Johnny?” she called, looking around past the group of boys until they met in gaze, he looks like he’s about to piss himself.

“Johnny!” she squealed, running to him and jumping into his arms. HIs huge form completely engulfing her, lucky little asshol-

“I think I missed you the most, you big teddy bear!” she muffled into his chest, his face turning a keen shade of red.

“I missed you too y/n!” he almost cried, is he smelling her hair?! She slowly unwrapped herself from him, waiting to be released, and she never was.

The End.

*Wheeze*

Taeyong stepping in to pull his sister from the giant as she winks at Ten and everyone laughing.

“So Johnny, why didn’t you call? I thought you missed me huh?” she pouted as she trailed her little finger down his chest flirtatiously. What a minx, no wonder Johnny was such a simp.

“I uh my um the Yong, I mean I’m aakjhladks I’m sorry, I gotta go to the restroom.” he blurted out, turning red all over again and leaving the room. God, so blatantly sexy, has a sense of humor, and she is so sweet I feel like I need a dentist on speed dial. WHAT A WOMAN LADIES AND GENTS.

“Y/n you remember Haechan and Doyoung right?” Hyung asks her, pointing them out as they wave.

“Of course! Hey!” she smiles and waves back at them, look at her so innocent and friendly.

“Hey, y/n I love your bracelet!” Hyuck tells her.

“Aww, thanks, Channie! And how are you holding up these days Doyoung?” she asks.

“I’m barely managing but thank you y/n.” Doyoung smiles at her, heading back to the kitchen. She’s so dainty and pretty, is it bad I just want to kiss her face. Her hair looks so soft and her voice sounds like butter. What the hell is wrong with me??

“I’ve been working on this for a little while so I think I’ve got it down pat, let me try,” she tapped her finger to her cheek, making her way over to all of us.

“You are Jungwoo, the sweet voice that also is always hungry?” she asked and smiled at him.

“HAHA yeah, hello hi!” he chucked and bowed to her, politely.

“Oh my lord, such an aegyo face!” she cheered at him as he posed for her, what a ham.

“You are Sicheng! Your voice is great! Your hair looks amazing by the way!” she greeted.

“Awww thanks! It’s so nice meeting you y/n!” he smiled and bowed to her.

“Taeil! Wow, your aura is just as striking in person!” she exclaimed getting to Taeil.

“Thank you! You look just like Taeyong but prettier!” he complimented with a bow.

“I get that a lot, especially with the hair. I like to see what colors work on him and use them to my advantage!” she laughed out. A sudden throat cleaning gets the attention Jaehyun is asking for

“And the notorious Jaehyun, who could miss such a face!” she smiles to him, he boldly grabs her hand and gives her a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“The gorgeous Y/n. I’m so sorry I had to leave so early last time,” he speaks softly to her, who does this handsome man think he is???

“Oh, its no problem at all! I understand really, I love your comeback photos by the way! The theme really suited you.” she complimented again.

“God, she is so hot! Do you think Taeyong would mind me getting her number?” Lucas whispered to Kun as everyone else was distracted.

“Hey man, that’s his sister!” Kun commanded.

“I know that’s why I said do you think he would mind. I mean she is so hot, I could cry!” he whispered back to him, no longer paying attention to the fact that she was now listening in as they were turned away from her.

“I think you’re very attractive too Lucas,” she whispered like she was in on the secrets passing between their lips. Kun and Lucas jumped so high she laughed and so did I. (HOw could you not when seeing this unfold).

“Oh my god! I am so sorry about him. Hello, I’m Kun and this is-”

“Lucas, of course, I’m actually a really big fan.” she smiled to him as he smiled back

“Oh really? Say less?” he chuckled lowly and started looking her up and down.

“DOWN LUCAS!” Yongie called out.

“Yes, WayV is actually my second favorite band entirely.”

“Oh, that’s cool! You should meet the rest of us then!” Kun added in, getting his phone out like Lucas.

“We should so do that!” she smiled.

“Here just give me yo-” Lucas fades into the background now… She’s looking at me... Her big doe eyes staring into mine. I feel my heart just drop to my balls. Her perfect form walking softly up to me, a gift of presence, really.

“And of course you are Yuta.” she smiles shyly at me.

“Hello! It’s nice to meet you y/n!” I say with the most genuine smile I think I’ve ever made.

“I think I’m a bigger fan of yours than Taeyongie’s! I was so sad I couldn’t meet you the first time!” she starts speaking to me sweetly and happily. Wait,

“You speak Japanese?” I ask, catching my jaw from its home now on the floor.

“Yongie didn’t tell you?” she quirked in confusion, looking at him and back at me.

“No, he just said that you moved back here, he never said anything else.” I chuckled in surprise, her pronunciation is so native-like. I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve heard such a clear pronunciation from a foreigner.

“He’s such a dummy, I just recently graduated with a major in Japanese Literature from the University of Tokyo. I’ve been living there for almost 5 years.” she giggled.

“You have no idea how happy I am to finally talk to someone in MY language! This feels like a breath of fresh air. That is so cool! He never said a word about it.” I ramble on, wondering how someone could dePRIVE ME OF SUCH HAPPINESS.

“It’s okay, I assumed he would either brag or neglect it altogether. I’m glad you enjoy the natural conversation if you ever just want to talk or vent in a way that’s easier for you, I’m always here! That’s if you want too…” she mumbled shyly, was that blush on her cheeks? God, she is so adorable.

“Of course yeah! I would love to talk more with you. Do you think it would be too much to ask for your number?” I asked, rubbing my hand on the back of my neck.

“Yes, Yongie can I have a pen?” she turns to her brother. With a confused face and everyone looking at her weirdly, he gives her the pen.

“All my friends back hom- well back in Tokyo all my friends call me Yua, so if that’s easier on the tongue you can call me that…” she recalled while writing her number on my palm.

“I’ll definitely text you later, is that okay?” I asked, looking at my palm and back at her.

“Can’t wait, it’s really nice meeting you Yuta.” she looked deeply into my eyes and took all my breath away.

“It’s nice meeting you too, Yua.” I smiled back.

“So Taeyong, show me your room so I can steal my beloved plush back!” she turned and call to Hyung.

No way…

#nct #nct smut #nct fluff #yuta #yuta nakamoto #nct yuta #nct imagines #yuta fluff #foreigner #strangers to lovers #slowburn #taeyong

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strawnarrries · 4 years

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I know you've written frat Niall but he's got me so hot and bothered right now, I'm hoping you'll take a new one. AA gir tells frat Niall that he's got a small cock and of course he has to prove her wrong. So he keeps trying to seduce her until he finally gets there, and then he makes her choke on his big cock. Lots of build up, lots of foreplay, like him teasing while he's still in boxers. And then lots of boasting and making her admit how big it is while she gags on him. Oof, sorry!

i decided to make this a long blurb instead of a one-shot, hope you don’t mind! also i am so sincerely sorry this literally took months for me to write. i know the angel who requested this sent a couple messages and i gave her some updates but write when i got this request i decided to take a little break from writing and stuff and when i wanted to get back to writing my computer broke and i had to get a new one and it took forever to come in bc of covid but the frat niall smut is finally here and i really hope you all enjoy it! //

“i got a small cock, huh?” niall smirked at you, sitting down next to you on the leather couch in the library where you worked on your schoolwork.

“oh my god,” you mumbled to yourself, rolling your eyes and scooting away from him.

“don’t move away from me, babe” he hummed, scooting next to you again and resting his arm on the edge of the couch behind your head.

“dont fucking call me babe” you snapped

you couldn’t stand him. he was 100% your least favorite person on campus and he knew that, yet he still never leaves you alone.

“feisty today, aren’t ya?”

you rolled your eyes again, regretting not bringing your headphones today, “go away”

“not before ya tell me why yer tellin everyone i gotta small cock. never even seen it so how would ya know?”

“don’t haveta see it to know it’s small” you snapped

“ouch, love”

you rolled your eyes again, “can you please leave? im trying to do my homework”

“‘m not leavin till ya say I gotta big cock”

“Im not saying something thats not true”

“ah cmon how bout ya come over to my place and i can prove it to ya?” he murmured in your ear, his hand resting on your thigh, inching closer to your heat

“omg fuck off” you gave him a disgusted look, pushing him away despite the shiver that went up your spine and the heat that pooled in between your legs

“oh y/n cmon, i know ya cant resist me” his lips fluttered just under your earlobe and you mindlessly tilted your head to the side, granting him easier access

he continued to try to seduce you and you tried your best to not give in for as long as you could but it def was hard. you couldn’t believe you were about to give into the temptation but fuck he was so sexy and really knew how to get you going so you turned your head and your lips connected with his. they moved in sync, his tongue showing his dominance against you and fuck it was hot.

the next thing you know, youre at his house, straddling him on the couch, clothes are flying in the air, hot and heavy kisses being exchanged. your hands roamed each other’s bodies, feeling every inch. you’re both in your underwear when his fingers reach around your back and fumbled with the clip of your bra. he easily got it undone within seconds and you weren’t surprised at all, you knew he had done this a million times before but you weren’t thinking about that right now, you just wanted to get your hands all over him.

as he cupped and massaged your breasts with his big hands, you dipped your head down, kissing and nipping at his neck. you made sure to leave marks for him.

“get on yer knees, gon’a fuckin’ prove t’ ya dat me cock isn’t small” he growled

you obeyed, trailing your lips down his chest and getting comfortable on the floor in front of him. your fingers fumbled with his zipper, slowly unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans. he dragged them down his legs, letting them pool at his feet, exposing his black calvin kleins. you palmed his member, massaging it gently, looking up at him through your mascara-covered lashes. his lips were parted, eyebrows furrowed together as he waited impatiently to feel your lips wrapped around him. you decided to be a little tease, leaning in and lightly pressing your lips to him. you let your teeth gently glide against him, watching as it sent visible shivers up his spine.

you heard a soft moan leave his lips while you were placing your hands on his thighs for support and as you leaned in, you pressed your lips to his bulge again, teasing him. he began to get impatient, his hips bucking up into you. your hands caressed his thighs while your mouth worked on him over the fabric of his briefs. you sucked, licked, and skimmed your teeth over him, driving him absolutely nuts. you continued to tease him until he became desperate and vocal, begging you to do something.

eventually you decided you had tortured him enough, you slipped your fingertips past the elastic band of his briefs and tugged on them. he lifted his hips and you pulled them down his legs, tossing them to the side. his hard member was revealed to the cool air and visible goosebumps rose on his skin. you smirked as you noticed how big he actually was.

you wrapped your hand around the base of him and began to slowly pump him, watching at precum oozed out of his swollen red tip. you eventually lowered your mouth onto him, causing his breath to hitch before letting out a low growl. you began to bob your head up and down, your right hand wrapped around what your mouth wasn’t working on. he moaned lowly and used one hand to reached down and thread his fingers through your hair, the other still supporting his weight behind him. he tugged on your locks, his head lolling back and his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. you watched him through your mascara covered lashes, admiring how he reacted to you, telling you that you were making him feel good. soft groans would leave his lips, his eyebrows furrowed together, his grip on your hair tight. he was so sexy.

as you bobbed your head up and down on him, you went deeper and deeper on him, occasionally paying attention to his bright red tip, sucking and swirling your tongue around it.

“big innit? fuck, admit it babe. tell me how big i am”

“mm, so big, fuck,” you moaned against him.

you continued to praise him, finally admitting how huge he was and how much he was filling your mouth. his moans were like music to your ears. they were so deep and so raspy, letting you know you were doing a good job pleasing him.

he grabbed your head with his other hand, guiding you back and forth on him quickly. his tip hit the back of your throat every time you went down, causing you to gag on him. your eyes water and soft whimpers involuntarily left your throat, vibrating against him. your nails dug into the skin of his thighs involuntarily, definitely leaving marks for the morning. your throat enclosed around him and you could feel his veins run up against your walls.

“fillin’ yer throat, aren’t i?”

“mhm” you whimpered, looking up at him through your teary eyes. you could just barely make out his figure, his chin pressed against his chest and pleasure was written all over his face.

he continued to fill you throat, moans spilling from his lips, bouncing off the walls and echoing through the room. you could feel him contract in your throat and his grip on your hair get stronger and you knew he was close. you whimpered against him and he groaned out, “fuck, i’m cummin’, don’t fuckin’ stop”. profanities spilled from his lips. his head left your head and grabbed onto the pillow next to his head, squeezing it so tight his knuckles turned white.

you eased him to his orgasm, pulling him out of your mouth and sticking your tongue out. you placed his tip on your tongue, pumping him as his orgasm took over. you milked out his salty release all in your mouth. his stomach clenched and profanities and moans continued to echo through the room.

soon enough he began to come down from his high. you swallowed every last drop of him, grinning as he softened in your hands. you snaked back up his body and attached your lips to his, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

“gotta stop spreadin’ false rumors ‘bout me cock, huh?”

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