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sordidmusings · 3 months

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Fixing What Ifs (Mihawk x F!Reader)

A/N: For this ancient request (told you they are not forgotten just severely neglected 💀). I really hope I captured the type of scene you were looking for! Debating on writing a follow up smut because sex as the culmination of pining?? That's that good good right there that is. Bless up to @fanaticsnail for cheering me while writing this, would've very much struggled without you love bug 🤍🤍🤍

Listening to: Prove Your Love - Fleetwood Mac, Go Slowly - Radiohead, Love Song - Lesley Duncan

Word Count: ~4.5k

Warnings: Fem!reader, a gratuitous amount of mutual pining, kind of bantering?, Mihawk leans opla in that he has such sass, a few flashback scenes, Mihawk is a Man who does not know how to deal with being in love, but he’s trying like a lot, I mean he even kisses your wrist, probably idiots in love, there's one brief allusion to Buggy cuz I Need Him

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“You say that as if we’re too old to have options.” He spoke quite steadily, but you noticed his golden eyes flicking to you, ravenously seeking your reaction. You knew he was trying to cover at least a little; your equal skills in observation were a beauty and a bane to him. It was your favorite source of bickering, giving you many lines to smile at when you were stuck in lonely nights tracking targets.

“You are in your forties,” you teased. Again, you took a sip to think. You meant to find some words to match his characteristic tone (“Joints still working well enough to properly share a bed?”), but instead what came out was “though you’ve aged better than I imagined in our twenties”. You blamed that you had finally looked over and taken in his face, sculpted angles all alive and aglow in the torch-light. There was also that defined chest that he maddeningly always insisted on showing everyone. You probably would too, looking like that.

“You should know by now I always exceed expectation,” Mihawk said without a hint of gloating, just simply stating an absolute fact.

“There’s still many places I’ve yet to see that proven,” you responded, words coy and teasing but smile easy and affectionate. Mihawk would need much more intimacy before he admitted how that smile stalled his thoughts. You would need much more boldness before you let him know you noticed when you managed to halt his breath.

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“I’ve chosen another I want you to try. Push your glass this way,” Mihawk prompted gently. Years of knowing him let you pick up the hints of eagerness hidden under his usual drawl.

You watched Mihawk’s hands and forearms work as he opened another bottle to share. He had foregone his coat tonight, instead draping himself with a well-cut white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows and buttons undone to below his sternum, of course. Toned muscle danced under his skin with every twist and turn, leading you to great distraction throughout the process of him serving you. After enjoying the sculpt of his large hand while it gripped the full bottle to pour your glass, you changed your attention to the luxurious material of his shirt, fluttering over his chest and playing against tanned skin and his heavy gold cross. You wished you could find an excuse to pull at that hem, testing the softness of the material and making it reveal more for you.

The dark green bottle thumping back down on the bartop brought your attention away from your companion and back to your refreshed drink. You did feel a bit guilty that Mihawk’s description of the new wine was going near completely ignored (you at least caught the words “barrel-aged”, flattered he remembered your offhand comment about that preference from months ago). You just couldn’t get yourself to pay attention; your mind was swimming through multiple years at once any time it wasn’t grounded by his visage. Wistfulness had a stranglehold on you tonight, keeping you locked between painful yearning and bittersweet nostalgia. The comfort of hearing his smooth voice accompanied by the quietly unfolding lives of every stranger in the bar did reach you, however. You took solace in that while you went for your first sip.

“You’re much quieter than usual,” Mihawk prodded with dry displeasure. That displeasure was interrupted when he got to enjoy your usual show of flicking your tongue out to lick your glass and then your lips upon the first taste.

You took another, much longer sip of your drink to delay the need to respond. It was an easy choice of diversion; the wine was exquisite as always. You’d tell him as much if you were more in the mood for the gloating, simpering glow he’d get from earning a stroke to his ego from you.

“I thought you’d like that,” you offered quietly. You swept a fingertip around the slick rim of your glass, mindless in your feeling and seeing and doing. This absent state let Mihawk watch for every detail of the action to better imagine how that trailing fingertip would feel against his skin.

“Clearly you’re not as observant as you think,” he dug back, this time with much more amusement warming his voice, yet not quite enough to completely melt the snideness out.

Despite yourself, you smiled. Years of rivalry softened you to affection. Over those years of pushing yourselves and each other, bitterness became respect, respect became comradery, and comradery became admiration. In you, that admiration had long bloomed into devotion, petals bursting open in a stalwart stand against his consistent frigid air. Some days they withered, but then he would reach to you, hearten you, or defend you in a way that would have new buds growing more and more numerous until you had a field that could withstand winter's chill, turning to ice sculptures in each frost instead of decaying pulp.

“I blame your wines,” you chuckled, still taking yet another sip despite the accusation. “They have me stuck reminiscing.”

“I’d advise against that; it’s a trying endeavor. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” Mihawk teased, doing a great job of masking his fondness with wry wit. He did venture to expose his curiosity, however. “Where and when does your mind have you trapped?”

“Our first meeting.”

Mihawk barely managed to keep from choking on his wine. He didn’t want to tip you off on how much that memory affected him. And it would be a shame to waste such an expensive drink.

“Why would you be thinking of that ridiculous affair?” There goes the effort at keeping you in the dark.

“What?” you asked with mock shock. “The only thing that was ridiculous was how little you trusted the top marksman to do her job.”

“You didn’t exactly scream competency,” Mihawk defended, hiding his fluster behind rudeness and the rim of his glass. The dim lighting of the bar would have hid it for him anyway; the few torch chandeliers did wonders for turning him to a living Baroque painting, but they were known for their shadows more than their breadth of hues.

“That is one thing you always did have on me,” you relented easily, more set on imagining the immaculately groomed and glaring warlord who first saw you than needing to keep a score with his modern counterpart at your side.

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“They asked for me for a reason, you’re more useful elsewhere.”

“I’m useful everywhere you’ll find,” he dismissed easily, as sure of that fact as in the rising of the sun each day. You were a hard one to shake, but the way his namesake hawk’s eyes cut through you had you feeling exposed and vulnerable. It had you needing to make him just as small as the little pieces his endlessly picking gaze had shredded you into.

“Then go be useful as something other than my shadow. Some of us are actually working.” Even in your exasperation fueled anger, you sounded more like you were asking than telling. The ease with which he commanded was yet another skill you’d spotted on him so quickly in these few days together that had you feeling out of your league. You were beginning to think he took great joy in your mounting discomfort with the way he hovered around, always looking for another soft spot to peck at.

“You’ve been laying at this spot for days, Viper, with nothing to show for it,” Mihawk said, phrasing the truth quite unfairly. Viper was the code-name gifted to you in your work; the snakes could sit still as the dead for weeks, waiting for the one moment that prey finally crossed their path. That same dedication was what he was attempting to disturb now. “I could have rooted the rats out within the hour of mission's start.”

“Then it’s a good thing this task is mine and not yours,” you spat back, finally finding the will to sound truly mean. There was much you were uncertain of but your methods were a strong sense of pride and no one got to question them. “I’m sure the trafficking victims would do really well avoiding harm in the slaughter you’d start. They are known for being battle-ready after all; I’m sure they’re just playing victim right now so they can partake in a song-worthy escape and claim their glory.”

“You think I have no skill to guard and fight at the same time?”

“I think it’s not worth the risk to innocents just to feed one man’s insatiable ego,” you grumbled, spreading yourself out on your familiar and beloved blanket to begin this day’s long watch. You lined one eye with the one-of-a-kind scope of your rifle, taking comfort in settling into your power. “Better to wait until they show themselves and pick them off from miles away, letting them panic at the suddenness of death from a foe they’ll never see.”

Your memory never granted you Mihawk’s perspective on your first job together. You never figured out that he was hovering not from hatred of your perceived incompetence but an uncontrollable need to have you in his sight. He’d never had to contend with such an impulse before and found himself completely at the mercy of its whims. Garp was not happy with the freshly titled Warlord; he was meant to be helping eradicate the rebel legion that had taken this island over to ravage it for resources (humans included), not keep checking out their prized sniper like he’s a fifteen year old with his first female fixation.

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“Surely I can be of much more entertainment to you in the present than in whatever foggy memories you have,” Mihawk said, successfully bringing you back to him.

“Yes you can,” you admitted with too much authenticity and affection for your tastes to just leave that flavor in the ari. After a moment of thought, you softly bumped your shoulder with his and added, “You’re practically a whole circus over there, how ever could I look away?”

You didn’t expect the long and tired sigh to deflate the man next to you, leaving his upper body draped on the bar. The sound seemed to have come from so deep in his lungs that it was born from his very soul.

“Please keep all talk of circuses and especially clowns to a minimum,” Mihawk pleaded into his forearms. He lifted head to look at you with one of the grouchiest and most sour faces you’d seen on him in a long time, before plopping it back into his arms. The whole thing was only made more endearing with the way the bar had pushed his hat askew.

“What’s with that look?” you laughed. “You usually save that one for Shanks.”

“I wish it was Shanks,” he grumbled petulantly. Your laughter always brightened him back up and he longed to turn and see the beauty of it on your face, but instead chose to keep to his brooding to prolong the sound just that much more.

If it wouldn’t send him up the wall, you would have told him how much you adored when his brooding turned pouty. It sapped him of his persistent decorum and made him feel closer - more touchable. The slouch it brought out in him always had you valiantly fighting the urge to wrap his curved chest in a firm hug. It was unfair how perfectly suited for one he looked, resting his elbows on the bar and opening him and his luxury shirt and his warm skin up for your reaching hands and arms. You shook your head after a mourning sigh and took another sip of heady wine.

“I wish it was Shanks too. It’s been too long since I’ve seen him.” The soft spot you always showed for the Red Haired Pirates only threatened to drag Mihawk’s mood low again. It was amended slightly by your cute, happy gasp before you said, “We should go visit them soon! I’ve got a bigger chunk of free time after the next two months.”

Mihawk was always amazed by how easily tiny little gestures from you perked him back up and got his heart leaping. All you did was choose to say “we”. He wished and wished that it was always “we”, but he’d take what he could get. Even if it meant dealing with the usual treatment whenever you were both with Shanks and his crew.

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Mihawk was not fond of the look Shanks was sending his way. It was all too smarmy, built on equal parts smugness and giddiness. Disgusting.

“You dog! When I tried to imagine what could have the unshakable Dracule Mihawk off his game I never would’ve guessed it was our dear Viper,” Shanks teased cheerily, bumping his shoulder into the rigid one of the swordsman next to him. Mihawk was affronted - he nearly spilled his drink from Shanks’ boorish behavior.

“Didn’t know she was yours,” Mihawk grumbled, attempting to sidestep Shanks’ prompts to have him speak his infatuation aloud.

Shanks was fighting poorly to hold in his laughter; Mihawk was absolutely sulking while he watched Yasopp teach you more gun spinning tricks. You and the sharpshooter were always all joy and play, easily finding common ground in marksmanship but with the added fun of showing your separate specializations to each other. Each bout of laughter from your direction brought another brooding line to Mihawk’s furrowed brow. This standoffish air was his habitual defense against the raw ache he’d been tending to since the two of you met.

Every time I try to play, I end up wounding her, he lamented. Why can I not earn your laughter?

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Mihawk lightly shook himself of the memory. On instinct, he turned to look at you and found you already looking at him but not really seeing him. He quietly huffed through his nose at losing you again to your own mind. He decided to give you a moment before getting to the bottom of whatever it was that had you in your funk. Beyond selfishly wanting your rapt attention, he was worried for you. You were prone to take pause and think long, especially when in quiet company, but you seemed truly lost in your own mind, taken against your will.

Mihawk’s accurate read on you was more proof of the years tentatively building rapport with each other. That intimacy you shared, which lacked the intimacy you so craved, was what had you held hostage in one of the many examples of your entwining lives.

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The quiet in the air was broken only by Mihawk’s calm breathing, his occasional quiet sips of today’s wine, and the gentle rustle of a turning page. Your own breathing was silent, having gone so long and smooth it was imperceptible due to an instinct trained in so no need of your body could get in the way of your shot. Luckily, your targets were always at such a great distance that Mihawk’s casual lounging would never alert them that they were being hunted.

“It’s been twelve hours since you’ve eaten,” Mihawk told you in a bored tone, eyes never leaving the pages of his book. You made to ignore him and continue your work, but he had never been able to stand your attention off of him for long. “Almost three since you’ve taken a sip of water.”

“Sorry, Mom, I’m a bit busy at the moment,” you mumbled back evenly. You had long lost the majority of your bitterness toward his nitpicking, instead just glad he was around and saying anything to you.

“If I was your mother, I would’ve commanded you to just let me take the target out in the first place so we could leave this boring island,” Mihawk complained.

“You really gonna take a swing at them from two miles off?” you asked, smiling as you imagined the chaos wrought from such an action. It would be a catastrophe, but it would also give you quite the show. Over your time knowing him, you’d seen Mihawk’s innate beauty and untouchable prowess countless times, but it was never enough to sate you.

“You’re not the only one who can hit a target from that distance,” Mihawk reminded you and you hoped you weren't imagining the tone of a smirk shaping his voice.

“Yeah, but I’m the only one of us who won’t cause a tsunami in the process,” you giggled at him.

Again, your diligence robbed you of the chance to see the poignant longing overtaking Mihawk’s face when he smiled at you. He relished every step he’d gotten closer to being the source of your joy.

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“You’ve disappeared again,” Mihawk complained after sending a haughty tut your way.

You offered an apologetic smile and were happy that he accepted it readily. All those memories, years of feeling, and liquid courage built a full storm inside of you until you knew you needed to allow yourself some time in the eye of it. Being surrounded by the roaring weather would be nerve-wracking but you hoped the calm at the center helped protect you from those shredding winds. You blew a heavy sigh over your drink, refusing to look from its dark, blooded tint when you asked, “Have you ever wondered what it would’ve been like if we were together?”

He didn’t answer right away. Usually Mihawk was a man who was quick with his words, as sure in speed and precision with their strike as he was with that of his sword. You respected that sureness and bold weaponizing of his thoughts, but you deeply appreciated that, with you, he would take the time to truly parse his words when he felt the need. It suited your nature better; your patience was as legendary as your ability to shoot the wings from a fly that was miles off from the end of your rifle.

“You should know by now I always exceed expectation,” Mihawk said without a hint of gloating, just simply stating an absolute fact.

“Mihawk, my dearest adversary and cherished… friend,” you hesitated on the word, never having claimed him as such to his face before. He rewarded your bravery with a gentle bump of his knee against yours and with the bare fondness that began softening his stare. “We have been playing this game, dancing this dance, for decades now. Am I really meant to believe that one question changes everything?”

“The right question can,” he asserted immediately. He opened his mouth to continue, but for once you were the one striking quick with your words.

“You are a man who does not hesitate,” you accused, staring cuttingly into his focused gaze, not backing down at the way it became shielded. “If you want something you take it.”

“And?” Mihawk prompted, tone the most biting it's been all night.

“And,” you repeated. “And…”

You sighed in defeat and turned back to your drink, closing yourself away. He was more than smart enough to know where you were going with that, but he insisted on making you be the one to say it. You wouldn’t allow him to make you insult yourself, especially after you had ventured to bring up the tenuous topic in the first place. If he refused to argue or even acknowledge your conclusions, then you’d let your drink be the friend to assuage those old hurts. The echoed sigh to your side did little to move you from your new stake out with your wounds and your wine.

Mihawk pinched the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to call you foolish so his own mind would stop branding him with that word. He had been ever vigilant of you throughout the years, not only in an effort to soak you in every moment he could, but also to latch on the moment he noticed you offering him a true opening. You had finally bared your throat to him and he had managed to fail at your final test to check that he would not stoop to bite - that he would only beg to kiss.

While taking his next sip of wine, Mihawk extended an olive branch in the form of a thigh pressed firmly into yours. He was barely able to keep in the frustrated growl that pressed at his chest when you shifted yourself away. You did turn your eyes to him out of curiosity, however, but he missed the look completely, too busy reassembling himself. It let you watch carefully as the flaming lights turned his hat’s extravagant feather amber in their glow when he lifted it off his head to place on the bartop. It let him run his fingers back through his thick black curls, trying to shake his disappointment off with the teasing of his strands.

He looked over at you and finally caught on to your observing. Mihawk let his regret pour over his face, even letting his lips twitch into a momentary, rueful smile. You replied with a tired smile of your own. In the end, it turned sweet and loving; a bad habit of yours with the swordsman. You pressed your thigh back to his.

In a rare show of humility, propelled by the heat of your thigh warming his and the sweet crinkles your smile brought to your eyes (Just for me, he thought with doting greed), Mihawk took your hand and bowed himself low to touch his forehead to your knuckles. His thumb soothed gentle circles into it while he stayed lowered to you for a few long breaths. He was eager to enjoy the feeling of your skin and the decadent scent of your perfume, strong now with the proximity of your wrist. You had chosen something sultry and heady with its deep notes of orchid and amber and wood, all calling to him until he acted with thought a millisecond behind instinct.

He flipped your hand over, slowly and gently, cradling it palm up in his large hand. Still stooped, he had to move scant inches to brush the tip of his nose across the thin skin on the inside of your wrist, savoring the pull of your perfume going deep into his lungs and leading his mind to a content haze. He sealed the small caress with a feathery brush of his lips over your pulse, wishing he could make himself press harder to feel your heart thump against his lips. He longed to know if it raced with the same jumping cantor as his.

When he sat back up he was met with a vision from his dreams. You had fully turned your face to him and it was lit with a deep flush made more rosy in the fire-cast light of the bar. No ambient chatter nor clinking cutlery could keep his ears from delighting in the hitch of your breath in and the contented sigh out. Another smile indulged him, this one easily crowned his favorite with its happy chuckle, pressing cheeks, and bare affection.

“I am a man who takes what I want,” Mihawk confirmed your words delicately. He continued to hold your hand, now enfolding it in both of his. You felt bright tingling shooting from the contact and the press of your thighs. They made you twenty again, staring down the most handsome and insipidly arrogant man you’d ever met and cursing your heart for its clear choice. “I take what I want, not who I want. People aren’t for the taking, little viper.”

You laughed at the title, never feeling it sat quite right. You felt you wore it well at work only. The imagery it brought up of femme fatales and their hypnotizing looks and lethal wit made you feel like a young girl cloaked ill-fittingly in her mother’s best event wear, barely able to peek your head out of the wool coat dwarfing you. Mihawk noted your discomfort with the title throughout the years but never found the proper words to have you see that all who said it were reverent when they saw how well the word wrapped over you.

“What if-” again you hesitate. You scrunch your face in anger at your nature, but before Mihawk had time to bring a hand to your face and soothe it back into a smile, you force out the words. “What if I am for the taking?”

Mihawk’s thumbs stopped their massaging and you felt his thigh jump to tense against your own. Staring into his widening eyes and how they glowed so beautifully - too beautifully to be within your reach - you immediately wished you could suck the words right back into your lungs. You made it this far though, so you instead worried at your lip and clung your hand onto Mihawk’s stalled hold.

Finally, he unfroze.

“For the night only?” Mihawk probed, wanting answers but worrying about making you close off again.

“Do you only want the night?” You tossed back to him, unwilling to turn this propositioning into a confession of the long years you have built a deep and sturdy love for him, no matter your attempts to welcome others into its halls.

“What I want,” Mihawk said, gentle and deliberate in coloring his tone with humble honestly, “is to be what you want.”

You were taken aback by the confession, but you were even more awed by the look he was giving you. He was still slightly stooped, broad shoulders gently curved and bent towards you, pulled down under the need to lower himself below you but body still gravitating towards you with the magnetism he’s been weak to since you first crossed paths. Framed by those shoulders and his wild curls, Mihawk looked to you with the sadly tinted longing you had felt seize you in his presence all this time. While the furrow of his brow and glimmer of his eyes had your brain buzzing with more hope than you’d dare let it host before, your chest squeezed at the conflict you saw in him; you knew that torment in your very bones.

“You always have been,” you whispered on a trembling breath. Mihawk’s eyes went wild for a moment where his whole body tensed and you felt his urge to pounce on you steal the oxygen from the room. He thanked the gods for a majority of his life spent learning control and restraint, while he got himself in order and pressed the firm kiss he’d longed for to your wrist instead.

“Come with me,” Mihawk commanded through lips still pressed to your skin, though it was the closest you’d heard him to begging in your entire life.

You let yourself partake in a longtime wish by moving your other hand to card your fingers back into his thick hair, happy to find that it was just as soft as you had imagined. Their trailing came back around to have your palm cup his jaw. He leaned into the touch, tickling your hand with the rub of his precise facial hair when he allowed himself one small nuzzle into your loving hold. That hand guided him up to meet your eyes so he could see the love you held for him finally displayed openly in all its abundance.

“Wherever you ask me to, I will go,” you promised.

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kimbappykidding · 9 months

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Imagine having a huge crush on Dahyun and your world exploding when you get a job working with her

When your company asked you to host an event you said yes. You wanted to do more to promote your group Mamamoo as you weren’t the most social member and never volunteered for anything. You had the full support of your members and your friend BTS' Jin would also be hosting. You and Moonbyul were born the same year as Jin and became friends through a group chat. You were a little shy and personalities like Jin and Moonbyul's brought you out of your shell. So having Jin around as a fellow host would really help and you heard the two of you would be partnered up too so were actually excited about it...and then a week before you heard plans had been changed and your new partner was Twice's Dahyun. "I can't do it!" you said "I can't be her partner I'll never be able to speak or get my words out properly!" you said and Jin tried to calm you down. You were outside dress rehearsals and refused to go in the room because you were freaking out having just heard the news. "Y/n it will be fine, you can do this and Dahyun will have no clue". "How can you be so sure?" you asked and Jin patted your shoulder "how would she know?" he asked you "come on Y/n the only people who know are me, Moonbyul and your members and none of us would tell her. Just act normal and you'll be fine. Plus today is just dress rehearsal so you probably won't even be near her so much". You took a breath "yeah that's true". Jin nodded "and if it gets that bad I'll ask the manager if we can be partners instead, okay?". "You'd really do that?" you asked and Jin nodded "of course! So just give today a try and we have that if we need it, okay?". "Okay" you said feeling better "you're a good friend". "I know" Jin said smiling giving you a hug "now let's do this". The reason you were freaking out was that you had a small (huge) crush on Dahyun. You found funny girls so attractive and once you saw her Eagle dance you were hooked. She was so confident and unapologetically herself. You admired her so much and so started trying to be friends with her. You got pretty close and were on the stage of nodding and saying hi to one another whenever you passed at events...and then you realised you actually wanted to date her and got scared. Romance made you nervous and the second you realised what your feelings were you took a step back because how on earth would Dahyun want someone like you? All your members and Jin told you they disagreed and thought Dahyun would be lucky to have you but you weren't convinced and you'd been avoiding her ever since. It had been pretty successful too and you'd kept it up for a year but that streak was coming to an end.

You and Jin were the last two to enter rehearsals and the session started promptly. The manager introduced you all and then asked you to get into your pairs. You shot Jin a panicked look but he patted your arm and whispered "you got this" before going to stand with his partner Chanyeol. You looked across the room and saw Dahyun watching you. She shot you a big smile when you looked over and waved. You waved back and made your way over to her. "Hi!" she cried when she saw you "I'm so pleased we're pairs! This is going to be so much fun!". You nodded trying to mimic her energy "yeah so much fun...as long as I remember all my lines". "You will! I'll help you" Dahyun insisted "we can even meet up separately if you want to practice or anything". You nodded "yeah maybe" when the scripts were passed around. "Okay so we're going to run through once with scripts, give feedback and then a few more times without scripts. Sound good?". Everyone nodded and you flicked through the booklet. You and Dahyun had 4 appearances but only two of them were proper segments. Your first one was with Jin and Chanyeol and with Jin standing on the other side of you, you got through that pretty easily. The director said you were good which was reassuring. "You clearly know your lines and have good diction so just try and have fun with it!" he told you. You nodded but saw Jin trying not to laugh and couldn't resist a smile. Then your next scene was a little later and you and Dahyun stood waiting. "Have you ever done something like this before?" she asked and you shook your head "no, honestly I'm not the most social or confident person so I've never really been in front of a crowd that wasn't our fans". "Really?" Dahyun asked "that's so surprising you seem so chill on stage". You blushed, pleased she thought that and finally returned the question "what about you?". She shrugged "I've been performing since I was little so yeah but nothing on this scale. It's a bit nerve-wracking isn't it?". You were relieved to hear her say that and nodded "yes! I'd love to be one of those people who never get nervous in front of people. Jin's like that" you said watching him charm all the managers with his segment and couldn't help smiling. "Yeah but then it'd be too easy" Dahyun joked "plus I think it's really impressive that you are still doing this even if you're not the most social. It's really brave". You smiled "thanks! Let's see how it works out" and Dahyun smiled "don't worry, we're in this together" and you looked down so she wouldn't see you blush. Then the time came for your first segment together and you had the lines memorised, until the part where Dahyun makes a joke and leans in close to you. You lost your train of thought the second you made close eye contact with her and had to be prompted by the director to continue. You decided not to look at Dahyun for the rest of the segment but afterwards, the director asked you to do it again but with more interaction! You felt like you were going to combust on the spot and every time you looked at Dahyun it took you a few seconds to get back in the swing of it. You felt like the director made you run your section forever and when he said you could stop you rushed into the crowd quickly. Dahyun found you a few seconds later "there you are, so I thought that went quite well". "Really?" you asked and she nodded "yeah! All we've got to work on is our chemistry but I mean of course! We're not going to be super close from day one". You nodded "yeah that's true" but inside was just praying she'd not see how much your hands were shaking, Your second segment run-through was better, mainly because there was less interaction with each other and then the final closing skit was fine. The director called for a quick break and Jin found you "so you're doing amazing!" he said and you rolled your eyes "we both know I choked on that segment". "Not at all!" he said "you were just a bit stiff but that's to be expected, that's why we're having this run-through. Plus you know all your lines and have a good memory so it can only get more natural". "Here's hoping!" you said. The rest of rehearsal was pretty much the same. You were fine with your lines it was just your delivery that went out of the window whenever Dahyun looked at you. Jin drove you home afterwards and Moonbyul was waiting for you in the garden, pretending that she wasn't. She prodded a plant and then hurried over "so how did it go?". "I'll tell you, if you can tell me what that plant's called" you said and she paused "erm a succulent?". "You totally just guessed!" you said but Moonbyul just smiled "I got it right so pay up". So you and Jin sat in the garden and you sighed. "It wasn't good" you said and Jin shook his head "Y/n was a little nervous and keeps beating herself up about it" he told Moonbyul and then explained what happened. "That's not bad!" Moonbyul said when you told her about messing up with Dahyun and you shook your head "I forgot I was speaking to the Queen of lesbians and the most confident bisexual in the world" you said and Moonbyul and Jun bowed respectively, quite pleased with their titles. "But seriously Y/n it's not bad, as Jin said it's your first rehearsal! Nobody expected you to be completely charismatic and I bet so many pairs were the same". You shook your head but Jin interrupted "they were Y/n you were just so in your own head you thought you were the only awkward one". "I just hope Dahyun didn't notice or take it personally" you said and again both your friends shook their heads. "Please she's so nice and was all smiles when you left" Jin said and then he turned to Moonbyul "she even asked Y/n for her number". "Only so we can practice" you said and Moonbyul shot you a smirk making you sigh but you couldn't resist a small laugh and that made the others laugh too. The laughing alerted your members you were back and they all came to ask you how it went. After your talk with Jin and Moonbyul, your perspective changed a little and you shrugged "it was...okay I guess" which made everyone smile. A few days later Dahyun herself texted you! She asked how you were and if you wanted to meet up to practice one evening this week. Your members all encouraged you to go and so you found yourself heading over to the Twice house to meet with your crush. Dahyun opened the door with her signature big smile and your first thought was she looked amazing even when she was just dressed casually! She was wearing white jogging bottoms and a brown top but looked so pretty and you wondered how someone looked this good when they weren't trying. Dahyun ushered you in with a hug "come in! It's so good to see you" she said and you wondered if she was always this happy and positive. "You too!" you said "I've got my script and I brought some snacks" you said holding up the bag of snacks you'd spent an hour choosing in the supermarket with Hwasa who was ready to strangle you by the end of it. "That's so sweet!" Dahyun cried "you're so wonderful" and she took your hand and led you into the house where some of her members were sat. "Hey everyone this is Y/n" she called and everyone turned to look at you. You were acutely aware of Dahyun's hand on your arm and everyone's eyes on you but managed a smile "hi everyone thanks for letting me come over". "Of course" Nayeon said "Dahyun said rehearsal went really well because you were so organised". You blushed "Oh I'm not sure about that". "Hadn't you already memorised all your lines?" Momo asked and you shrugged "mostly". "See that's the idea MC partner!" Sana said and Jihyo smiled "I know what do you even need to practice? I bet Dahyun just invited you here for fun" and several of the girls laughed so you joined in. "Okay well we're going to head into the living room and practice" Dahyun said grabbing some drinks from the fridge and pulling you away. "Your members are nice" you said and Dahyun smiled as a sigh escaped her "they're embarrassing but yes nice, right so should we get to it?". You practised all afternoon and it actually got easier to look at Dahyun's beautiful face! You still got a flutter in your stomach anytime she touched your arm but you weren't as disabilitated and could smile and say your line. It was actually getting easier with each try and by the time you broke for food, you were able to joke back a little with Dahyun! You couldn't believe it and were so excited to tell everyone. You and Dahyun rehearsed a few more times before the event finally arrived! Despite pretty much having your sections down you were nervous and just wanted to get tonight over with. You didn't even register what the stylists had given you to wear and just smiled as the girls complimented you. It was only when Dahyun gushed over you that you took in the compliments. "Wow you look beautiful!" you heard Dahyun say and turned around to see who she was speaking to. "Me?" you asked and she laughed "yes of course you, the gorgeous girl in the stunning dress". That made you go bright red and you stammered for a while before thanking her and returning the compliment. "You look beautiful of course but you always do" you said and then went pink again. Dahyun smiled "aww you're so sweet to say that, how are you feeling about tonight?". "Nervous" you admitted and Dahyun nodded "yeah me too". "Really?" you asked and when Dahyun looked you, you looked down "I just meant you always seem so confident and never seem to get nervous". Dahyun shook her head "I've got a good poker face" and you suddenly felt quite protective over her. You had friends who were good at blagging their way through things and acting like they were okay and hated how they never received any help. You'd always been unable to hide your emotions and got a lot of support...so you wanted to do that for someone else. You turned to Dahyun and gently linked arms "well it's like you said, we've got each other and we can get through this together. I'm here for you". Dahyun stared at you for a few seconds and you worried you should've asked before touching her and she was upset but then she smiled. "That's so sweet Y/n thank you" she said "I'm really glad I got to work with you on this" and you nodded "me too...I mean work with you! Not me of course!". Dahyun smiled and nodded "of course, ready to go kill it?" as the managers started gesturing to you both it was time to get ready. You nodded and with more confidence than you felt cried "let's do this!". The night passed in a blur of emotions. You felt everything from intense anxiety when your queue to go out on stage was called, to humour as you watched Jin do his bit, to pride as you closed the show with Dahyun when another duo couldn't be found. You actually couldn't believe you'd gotten through it and told Dahyun that as she hugged you, "I knew you could do it" she told you and you blinked "how? You clearly know me better than I know myself". She shrugged "we're always harder on ourselves but I've seen what you're capable of Y/n and you're a beautiful badass powerful woman!". "I couldn't have done it without you!" you told her "you were amazing Dahyun and I've always admired you. What I said earlier I wasn't being nice, I think you're incredible!". You were so caught up in the adrenaline of successfully finishing a show you were bolder than usual and you noticed Dahyun blush a little but didn't berate yourself for your words. "Wow to hear someone like you say that..." Dahyun said "I'm a little overwhelmed". You patted her arm "don't worry you don't have to say anything back" and Dahyun nodded when she was suddenly attacked. A swarm of girls descended on her and you jumped before realising it was Twice. You smiled as the girls all hugged and congratulated her and when Dahyun started chatting to them you backed up and went to find your own group. They all demanded you go out to celebrate and you agreed heading to the afterparty. "I saw you with Dahyun" Wheein smiled "was there something going on there?". You blushed "I confessed a little to her" you admitted and all four girls, who had clearly been eavesdropping, screamed. You told them to calm down but they hyped you up so much that when you did see Dahyun later you were expecting something to happen...but she seemed content with her friends and stayed away from you. As time passed, the buzz faded but still Dahyun hadn't said anything to you. You'd passed her earlier on the corridor too but she hadn't seen you apparently and didn’t make eye contact with you. So you were starting to think you'd done something wrong and Jin caught your expression "no that's the Y/n is overthinking stuff expression!" he said and you sighed and explained everything to him. Jin privately agreed that sounded odd but wasn't going to tell you that. "She's probably just stunned from tonight or tired but either way we don't know and sitting here stressing isn't going to do anything so that's not what we're going to do" Jin said and before you could ask what he meant he yanked you upwards. You protested all the way to the dancefloor but couldn't say no to Jin and soon found yourself dancing with Jin and then Exo as he pulled Chanyeol over. Jin supplied you with alcohol to keep you buzzed and after a while, you felt better again. Dahyun made your night but Jin saved it. You didn't hear from Dahyun after that night and it did hurt a little. While you hadn't confessed your feelings to her you had been more upfront with her than you ever thought possible so her silence was a slight blow. You tried not to think about Dahyun but it was hard, especially working in the same industry. You saw her or heard a Twice song at pretty much every Kpop event and finally came face to face with her a month later at the sporting event Isac.

You realised Dahyun would be at the event but still paused as you saw her. You'd told yourself you were over her now she'd unofficially rejected you but then you saw her smile and knew you still had feelings for her. Still, you told yourself to just keep moving forwards and with time your feelings for her would dim. So you kept to yourself and went about your business. You were quite athletic and managed to win a few races and the Moomoos were amazing cheering for you. You were just coming back from one of your races when a conductor asked you to wait before going across the track to sit down. You promised you'd wait and turned to watch the race when you heard a small commotion. You heard laughing and turned your head to see Dahyun standing up and facing away from the track. She was moving her arms around in weird shapes and you wondered what she was doing when you realised Dahyun was commanding the onces in the stands. Any direction she moved her arms in they followed with her light stick and she was loving it. You found her so cute and couldn't help but stare. Many other idols were also watching her and her members looked a mix of embarrassed and amused. You definitely found it funny and were smiling without even realising it. Then Dahyun suddenly turned and looked at you. You looked down embarrassed you'd been caught but when you looked back up Dahyun was still looking at you. She shot you a big smile and waved you over. You froze and asked "me?" and Dahyun laughed before nodding "of course!". Dahyun quickly took your arm and pulled you beside her "Come try it, it's so fun!" she said. Luckily moomoos were right next to onces so you copied Dahyun and the Moomoos copied you. It was actually quite fun! You could do anything and they'd copy you. You did some random movements you thought would be amusing and then started to do the opposite of Dahyun so the onces and moomoos were going in different directions. Dahyun noticed and started going faster so you had to speed up too. You didn't even have time to notice how cute she was! The two of you carried on competing, getting faster and faster until suddenly a starting gun went off and you both jumped. "The race has started" Sana explained and you and Dahyun both laughed because you'd forgotten there were even races. "I guess we should behave then" Dahyun said and she pulled you towards the seats, the Twice seats! You looked over at your members wondering if you could really just sit with Twice but nobody batted an eyelid as Dahyun pulled you to sit next to her. "Thanks for Indulging me" Dahyun said and you smiled "thanks for inviting me. It was fun". Dahyun smiled back and then turned to watch the race. You were sat rather close together and you could feel her hair brush your arm anytime she turned. It made you indescribably happy for some reason and for a second you got the instinct to put your arm around her! You shook the thought from your head and moved away from her a little. You couldn't let your feelings make you do something reckless and had to be on your guard around Dahyun. Literally as you were thinking that, Dahyun suddenly turned to you with a smile. "so how have you been?" she asked "it's been way too long, it's a month this weekend since our partnership together" she said and you nodded surprised she remembered. "I've been good" you said and she smiled "I saw you winning all the races, how many medals do you have?" she asked looking at the array on your chest. "Only three" you said and Dahyun sighed "I don't even have one! I kept getting beaten". You paused "oh well you can have one of mine if you want?". Dahyun's face completely changed and she shook her head "oh no I wasn't fishing for one I promise". "No it's fine" you said getting the strong urge to make her happy like last time. Dahyun hesitated but when she saw you were serious she took the medal from you and smiled at you "you're so good to me". You blushed and struggled to speak "I just want you to be happy" and Dahyun beamed. "Well I always am around you" she said and she pulled you closer to her and linked arms. You were slightly taller and Dahyun hesitated to lean against you but you moved your head so she could lean against you and she actually leaned into you! Dahyun stayed nestled against you for 30 minutes until you all had to move. Even then you walked together and Dahyun kept looking at you with such a happy expression on her face. It made you wonder if the past month's worrying had all been for nothing and you wondered why Dahyun hadn't been in contact with you if she did like you. You didn't ask her though and when she queued up with Twice you waved to her and said goodbye. You went over to your members who had very wide smiles on their faces and completely missed that they were wearing the same expressions as Dahyun's members. After that, you didn't really see Dahyun and then the event ended. You didn't mind though. You were really happy with the interaction you had and were still glowing from Dahyun grabbing your arm. So you were slightly in a daze as you waited for your car but you heard giggling and then suddenly felt someone tug your hand "Hey Y/n, we're going to this restaurant downtown to celebrate Nayeon hosting" Dahyun said "it's really nice and we've booked the place out. Would you like to come? You can bring your members too!". You blinked at having her smiley beautiful face so close to yours but smiled back instinctively. "We'd love to!" you agreed and then looked at your members "sorry I just answered for us all". Solar smiled "no you're right, we'd love to". Dahyun nodded to them and then looked at you "that's great, I'll text you the details and we'll see you there then". "You got it!" you replied and Dahyun squeezed your arm before moving away. When you arrive Twice were already there but they rushed to greet you. The girls were so friendly and you found yourself sitting next to Dahyun with Nayeon on your other side and Sana across from you. "So Y/n Dahyun tells us you're super hard working" Sana said "have you always just had amazing work ethic?". You paused "hmm not always. At school I used to get in trouble for not trying hard enough because I can be super efficient and hard-working but only for things or people I care about". For some reason Nayeon and Sana smiled widely when they heard that response and Dahyun coughed and changed the subject. "Did you know Sana got that scar from trying to grab meat too quickly?" Dahyun said and you looked from her to Sana and then to the scar. You smiled "I've done that too" and pointed to one on your forearm "but mine was pizza" and Sana grinned "great minds think alike...or act alike" she said "you know what I mean" and you nodded with a smile. "So Y/n do you have any pets?" Nayeon asked "Dahyun loves animals!". You nodded "I do too but I don't have any pets at the moment because I don't think it'd be fair to them. But I had a golden retriever growing up and I cuddle her every time I go home. She has the cutest puppy eyes, I can never say no to someone with cute eyes and I think it's because of her". Again Nayeon and Sana smiled and a thought occurred to you. "You've got a dog right? Ari?" you asked Dahyun and she smiled "yes how did you remember that?". "Because you told it me" you said confused why Dahyun thought you wouldn't remember and Sana made a high-pitched noise before Nayeon hit her. You thought she was choking and quickly passed her some water. "Are you okay?" you asked after she'd drank some and she nodded "yes thank you!". You turned back to Dahyun who was still smiling "so how is Ari?" you asked and Dahyun smiled "he's good, I've got some photos if you want to see them?". "Yes!" you said and leaned in to look at them. Once again missing the glances from pretty much everyone at the table. After you'd all eaten everyone started milling around drinking, dancing etc and it was nice. You chatted to Jhnyo and Tzuyu whom you hadn't really spoken to before and every time Dahyuun saw you she'd shoot you a big smile. Jihyo caught her doing it and laughed as you blushed. "She's so sweet" you said "I think she knows I'm not the most social person so she keeps shooting me reassuring smiles encouraging me" you explained. "Oh is that why she can't take her eyes off you?" Jihyo asked and Tzuyu smiled. You paused at Jihyo's tone and smiled "yeah at least I think that's why she's watching me...why do I have something on my face?". "No, you look beautiful Y/n" Tzuyu said and Jihyo nodded "exactly so we can't blame Dahyun for admitting you" and you went bright pink. Dahyun quickly realised if any of her members would be bold enough to confess for her it'd be Jihyo so she quickly nipped this conversation in the bud and managed to get you alone. As she walked away Jihyo mouthed "tell her" with thumbs up and Tzuyu nodded making Dahyun feel all fluttery because that was the signal that you liked her! Dahyun led you to an area outside where none of the girls were around and sighed. "Y/n I've got something to ask you and I hope you keep an open mind" Dahyun said and you nodded "okay. Whatever it is, I'm here for you". Dahyun smiled and nodded "okay well here goes...I like you". You immediately went bright pink and looked away which Dahyun hoped was a good sign. "I like you too" you said casually, trying to deflect the situation and Dahyun was tempted to pretend it was as friends but knew her members would kill her so soldiered on. "No Y/n I mean as more than friends, I have a crush on you" she said and your jaw dropped "what? Seriously?". Dahyun nodded "yeah and I thought I was so obvious!". "No you weren't" you said "I mean I'd hoped you'd liked me but I never thought you actually did" you said and Dahyuun smiled "so you return my feelings?". You nodded and Dahyun went to step closer when you froze. "Wait are you sure? What about all of last month when you ignored me? Did I do something wrong?". "No it's not that it's just...I thought you and Jin were together". "Jin from BTS?" you asked shocked and Dahyun laughed "yeah that one". "Why?" you asked and Dahyun shrugged "I guess just because you two seemed really close. You were together a lot in rehearsals, I saw you two come together and how he hugged you outside, and then you just seemed physically close as in you weren't scared to put an arm around one another or whisper and I guess I just misread the situation" Dahyun said "but you're not dating?". "God no!" you said before pausing "sorry that seems rude, Jin's lovely just I'm very gay and he's a guy". Dahyun smiled "yeah that makes sense" and you blushed at how pretty her smile was. "It's also a really big relief to hear you say that" she admitted "I thought there might be something between us but I got scared and then when I saw you dancing with Jin at the afterparty I thought you must be together. That's why I took a step back, I didn't want to get hurt but I didn't stop thinking about you". Once again you were stunned because your situations were so similar and you told Dahyun that. "No way!" she cried "wow we were just meant to be huh?" she asked. Hot Dahyun did make you feel weak at the knees but you remembered her comment about having a great poker face and reminded yourself she was all bark no bite. "I think we are" you said gently touching her waist and pulling her close "do you think it's finally time to kiss you?". Dahyun's confident mask faltered and her eyes widened as she nodded. This time she stammered before nodding "yes, please...I mean I don't mean please but you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to" she said flustered. "No I want to" you told her and showed her. After the kiss Dahyun rested against you, her arms wrapped around you. "I know I act really confident but that all melts away around you" she admitted "I can't act cool around you". You smiled "yes you can, you've been doing it the whole time! But I appreciate what you're saying, you give me a reason to be more confident...to defend you. Not that you need protecting or anything just I want to always be there for you". Dahyun went to speak and a weird noise came out of her mouth making her eyes widen in panic but you burst out laughing. This made Dahyun laugh too and you were soon in stitches. The girls came to investigate what was going on and found you clutching each other trying to stop laughing. "Dahyun is everything good?" Jeongyeon asked and Dahyun "everythings great" and took your hand. The room exploded at that and Dahyun buried her head in your shoulder giggling at the chaos she'd caused. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" you asked and she nodded "yeah a little bit, they've been telling me to ask you out for ages". You nodded "my members have been doing the same. I feel like we should get presents for finally doing it". "You're the only present I need" Dahyun said and you both laughed at her line. "Smooth" you said "can I expect more of this suave sophisticated flirting machine?" you asked and Dahyun nodded "oh yeah, you're stuck with me now" and you smiled "I can't think of anything better".

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My first Twice imagine! This all came from my crush on Dahyun because being funny and not caring what others think is so attractive!

I also think Jin and Moonbyul would be such a funny duo and the best friends to have.

FYI - I took creative liberty with Moonbyul and Jin’s sexualities and I hope it goes without saying I’m not claiming they are those sexualities. Just there is nothing wrong with being bisexual or a lesbian and I always aim to have my work as diverse as possible. There is no evidence they’re not gay and so I decided to imagine they were. That’s it.

Hope you enjoyed it and feel free to request any other female idols you’d like to see more of!

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If you had to characterized Michael Jackson as one of the following adjectives that happened to be important qualities in the entertainment industry, which would you pick? Explain your answer.

Vocalist

Dancer

Songwriter

Performer

Picking "vocalist" would imply that his main focus as an artist would be his singing abilities.

Picking "dancer" would imply that his main focus as an artist would be his dancing abilities.

Picking "songwriter" would imply that his main focus as an artist would be his lyrics and not how he delivers them.

Picking "performer" would imply that his Mai focus as an artist during live shows isn't his singing it dancing, but the production elements (costumes, dancers, lighting, scene set up, ect)

Please give examples to justify your answer.

Picking one of the above adjectives wouldn't imply that his abilities in the rest of them are lacking, I'm simply trying to find which feild is his best.

This message has been typed by someone who knows shit about MJ and wants to learn but not through the mainstream media, as you've already said that they treated him like shit.

ANON, YOU FOOL, YOU OPENED THE FLOOD GATES! Get a snack and some water, then sit down, this is gonna take a ridiculously long time because I know WAY too much about Michael and you just gave me the chance to share all of that knowledge at once.

First off, I unfortunately have to get the depressing part out of the way and tell you that it wasn't just the media that treated him like shit. Nearly everyone in his life failed this man on some degree.

His father used to watch him and his brother's practice for their performances as The Jackson 5/The Jacksons - with a belt in hand to beat them if they got even a single note wrong. He'd also just throw them against all too He also made fun of Michael's appearence as he was growing up, mocking him for his acne, big nose and for being too dark to truly be his son.

Joseph Jackson also cheated on his wife constantly - especially while traveling with his sons during tours, since he was the manager. So add "Had to listen to him cheat on my mom" to the lists of reasons why Michael didn't like his dad all that much. He also didn't care where his sons performed as long as it got them money, leading to Michael, while still very much a young CHILD, singing in strip clubs, and, in his own words, having to watch adults fighting and vomiting on each other.

His brothers weren't saints either. They all had to share a room in the hotels during tours, and Michael not only had to hear his older brothers having sex with fans (again, while he was still a child), but he also had to hear how these girls were being used and thrown away. Michael even tried to talk to one of said girls after it because she was crying so much he thought she might have been there against her will.

And when Michael went solo and became far richer than anyone in the family (who by now were FAR from poor), he was constantly harassed for money by nearly everyone, leading to him full on hiding from them many times, and sometimes only "talking" to them by sending his lawyer in his place. In his own words "I’ve supported my brothers, supported them all. I’ve put their kids through school. But they still come after me, still wanting more. It never ends." After his death, most of his relatives were too busy fighting over his money to properly mourn him, or comfort his children.

As I explained in a previous post, the people that were making money off of him and his performances, were more than willing to just let Michael continue dancing after getting seriously injured and nearly dying:

His final tour, literally named "This Is It" because he wanted to officially retire already, was originally meant to be just 5 shows. Instead Michael was tricked into commiting to 50 shows, and pressured to "keep his word." Thanks to the years of neglect to his health, plus the reharsals for this tour, as well the help of a doctor that was more than happy to put him in a drug induced coma and call it "helping him sleep", Michael was dead before the first show of this tour even took place.

After his death, two posthumos albums were released, "Michael" and "Xscape." The first one had a lot of controversy surrounding it because 3 of the songs were NOT sung by Michael, and Sony, his record label, full on say on court that they had the right to attribute these tracks to Jackson, regardless of authenticity - aka "We should have the right to attach his name to stuff he didn't make, just so we can sell it a higher price." It did not go well.

Finally, we have the pedophilia allegations (that people still take as absolute truth despite Michael being proven innocent in court), which can summed up in this 2 minute video:

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Said accusations, despite being obviously false, nearly destroyed his reputation completely, AND made him a victim of police brutality during the court case.

Now we got all that crap all of the way, let's talk about what actually matters:

Why Michael Jackson will always be THE greatest artist of all time!

There's a reason why he was called the King Of Pop, why many artists today (from like The Weekend and Bruno Mars, to nearly every K-Pop group ever) take a ton of notes from how he used to do things, why people still ADORE Thriller 40 years later, why he is still so iconic even though "Year of Michael Jackson" was 1988 - 35 years ago. Michael Jackson was the definition of a "perfectionist." A picture of him should be right next to that word in every dictionary.

If while reading about his depressing life, you found yourself thinking "Why did he wait so long to finally 'quit his job', and even then was still willing to end it on a high note?" the answer is pretty simple: Michael Jackson was an ambitious man, with a real passion for his craft, and he knew damn well he was incredibly talented. ALL of the words you chose as possibilities to define him - performer, dance, singer, writer - apply to him, because he made sure he was the best at everything, that no other artist, no matter how good they were, could compare to him.

Everything he did was like clockwork, a ton of large and small parts moving at once.

Michael knew that he needed to capture people's attention, so he used everything he had at his disposal. Multiple dancers, costumes, lighting, make-up, sound effects, back up vocalists going insane on the microphone, and short films to promote songs/albums.

Ever thought some music video by an artist you like was super creative and awesome? Thank Michael Jackson, because his clips were EVENTS, and he really opened the door for people to get creative and actively add plot to their videos/short films instead of just dancing and singing.

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This man was commited into making everything he did look fantastic - and I do mean EVERYTHING. In a concert in Moscow, the stage was wet due to the heavy rain before it, so Michael added sliding around to the choreography to show the crew were the water puddles were. Whenever something liket that happened and his shoes were wet, instead of stopping the concert for even a minute to dry them or put a different pair on, he'd just signal for people in the crew to leave towels on the stage, so he'd stand on them while dancing, drying the shoes without having to stop.

But he also used fake "unplanned" events to create humor, and give the crew more time to prepare things for the next song, or so he could change clothes - the most famous one being inviting Slash, who would pretend get "carried away" during his guitar solos and "not stop when he was supposed to."

Then there are things like him using the iconic white glove in only one hand to hide the first signs of his vitiligo, or the hats (as well as wigs and hair-extensions) to cover up the scars and hair loss that he suffered after the Pepsi accident, in which his hair caught fire while filming a commercial.

There was also the time in which he couldn't dance due to an injury, so he did a less elaborate dance (by his standards anyway) while in a chair, but while reacting the entire vibe of the original short film for that song, so it would still get the public excited. That dude knew how to use his little "tricks" to get around any change of plans.

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There was also his habit of using black shoes and black pants, but white socks, so that when he was dancing, people's eyes would naturally focus on the thing that is standing out, and thus be able to notice every little step he was doing (he once mentioned in an interview how he'd get frustrated watching James Brown on TV because the camera didn't focus enough on his feet for him to learn how to copy the moves).

Those last two exemples I just gave you, also highlight a very important thing: dancing absolutely is part of Michael's theatrics (see the awesome choreography of "Dangerous", which is one of my favorites, and can often even overshadow the more "flashy" stuff, because just having him alone on stage was enough to create something unforgettable - like the first time he did the Moonwalk

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But we can also not separate the dance from his passion for music. There's a reason Michael's entire body moves whenever there's a change even in a single note, be it through a kick, a snap of his fingers, a tap of his foot, or just him turning his head to the side. He had repeatedly said that when working on his dancing, he focused more on the feeling it gave him.

Michael was heavily involved in the creation of his music, from the melody to the lyrics - back in the Jackson 5 days, he and his brother's actively fought to be allowed to write their own songs, instead of just doing covers and having other people write for them. Even though he had been putting out solo records his whole life, he said his albums only started to truly feel like they were his when he started stepping up as a song writter, starting in "Off The Wall", and gaining more and more confidence in his craft with each new record.

And back to the "performer" side for a minute: there's a reason why Michael always gave it all when making music videos. He wanted them to properly convey the meaning of the lyrics, even to people who did not speak any english. That's how important the messages he wanted to share with people were to him.

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There's also the song "They Don't Care About Us", which Michael wrote after the incident I mentioned before, in which some bastard cops decided to make him their punching bag. The whole song is about authorities abusing their power over people, while neglecting to do their jobs. There are two videos for this one, one in a real prison, which was heavily censored by american media, and one in poor regions of Brazil, where our government tried to prevent him from filming his video - in both cases, it was obviously a case of the very people Michael was calling out not wanting him to expose just how right he was. (Little fun fact for you: Michael's help, both through expousure and money, for the people here in Brazil was so significant that there's a statue in his homage).

The music video for "Beat It" also has members of real, rival gangs as Michael's dancers, promoting his message for people not let that kind of grudge and "I'm the best" atitute get them in the dangerous situations because they didn't want to "admit defeat" and walk away - once again, he's everything at once, an amazing performer making a cool video, and a skilled writer getting a point across.

His vocals also tie into how much the lyrics mattered. He was literally crying while recording "She's Out Of My Life", and even though he didn't write "Man In The Mirror" that song was always very dear to him (and by consequence, to fans) because it alligned with his beliefs for a better world.

The emotions behind any lyrics, regardless of if it had been written by him or not (and I remind you, it very often was, and he literally fought for that right), were the very core of what Michael Jackson, both the artist and person, was all about. The feeling, the message.

But he also was so serious and methodical about every other part of the songs he made. So much so that, for Billie Jean, he recorded 91 different takes, but the one that was considered the best and ended up on the album was take TWO! And he once managed to prove he had not ripped off a different song writer by beatboxing in court. I am not kidding.

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THAT is how skilled that man was. MJ could sing pretty much anything he wanted to sing, and had an unbelievable level of control over his voice, that allowed him to reach super high notes, despite having a naturally much lower, deeper voice. Just compare his singing in these two tracks:

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And if you want to hear solely his voice, without the rest of the song to "distract" you, well...

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And to circle back to his performances again, even in situations in which he had to lipsinc - like award shows since the logistics for live performances in those places can be complicated, or during a REALLY elaborate choreography - he still had the habit of recording NEW vocals for the songs, so fans would still get to hear him toy with new ideas for his old tracks, instead of just watching him dance while the album's tracks were playing

So there you have it, anon. This is Michael Jackson - performer, dancer, singer, songwriter - the full package. (If you want to see a concert of his in which he shows off all of that, I recommend you watch the full Live at Wembly concert, which anyone can watch for free on his official youtube channel)

#asks #michael jackson #king of pop

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last-night-is-a-blur · 10 months

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Jane and Richie HC - edited

For @queenrissa24

They get together shortly after Richie returns to Rydell.

It takes them a while to learn to work as a couple.

While Jane loves Richie’s carefree attitue, and Richie loves her ambition and drive, their different attitutudes causes tension between them.

With time Jane learns when to allow Richie to do what he wants, and when to push him to get serious. Meanwhile, RIchie learns when to push her to relax, when to help her, and when to simply step aside and leave her alone.

Another issue for them is that Richie sometimes feels neglected when Jane gets busy.

Jane learns to make time for him, no matter how briefly, when she is swamped.

She will make time for him between classes whenever she can (this often means making out in closets and eating lunch together).

Jane will also leave him notes in his locker when she doesn’t have a lot of time for him.

Richie enjoys this, and starts leaving her notes too, and not just during periods they don’t have enough time for each other.

Richie learns to not take it personally when Jane is busy. Instead he tries to support her. He will run errands for her (like pick up take-away and dry cleaning for her family when her parents ask her to do it, or bring her food when she is studying at the library, or working late on some Student Counsil issue).

Richie and Olivia teach Jane to drive.

It turns into a bit of a sibling rivalry over which of the Valdovinos siblings is the better teacher.

Richie and Olivia are in general quite competitive over Jane’s time and attentioni.

Richie starts inviting Jane to watch him race, and calls her his good luck charm.

Jane hates watching him race, because she is afraid for his safety.

RIchie tries to help her get over her fear, but soon realizes it’s a lost cause, and stops inviting her.

Richie gives Jane a homemade t-bids pin shortly after they start going steady, in lieu of giving her his jacket.

Picnics are their thing. That way Richie doesn’t have to pay for dinner, and they can find a peaceful place to talk alone, or dance and be silly or make out.

Both of them love dancing, and they aren’t afraid to get silly (after Richie convinces jane to relax and stop worrying). Sometimes they will start dancing spontaneously whenever they hear a catchy song, much to their friends embarrassment and amusement.

richie is the first one to say I love you.

Jane is a bit more hesitant because she was burned by Zuko and Buddy, and because she has heard of people who think they are in love, but realised it was only infatuation once they grow older.

This causes some issues between them, but they sort it out, and Richie agrees to give her some time.

She eventually says it back, once they are know each other better and she is " properly" in love with him.

After high school Jane goes to college.

Richie becomes a travel writer and freelance journalist

he teaches himself about writing by reading books on journalism and writing, and studying news articles and travel books.

He manages to convey his charm, humour and energy through writing, which makes his work engaging and makes up for his limited education.

His travelling means they do long distance, which is hard on them, but they manage, and they agree Richie should use this time in his life to fulfill his dreams of travelling, while he is young and doesn't have the responsibilities of a family man.

Once Jane's graduates college, they get married.

Richie starts writing local news instead, so he can be with her more.

#jane facciano #richie valdovinos #grease rotpl #grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #save rise of the pink ladies #save rotpl #rotpl headcanon

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Prompt: “As beautiful as always.”

Song: Never Let Me Go – Florence and the Machine

For Reader x Tolya please?

Sup, did you miss me? In all seriousness sorry for being gone so long, my depression hit me like a truck and Baldurs Gate took over my single brain cell. But I'm back now, I think. Not at my usual pace but hopefully more consistent than I have been.

I Know All The Steps, You Still Surprised Me - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warnings: Fluff. Canon Compliant Threat and Discussions of Violence. Not Beta/Proof Read.

This wasn't your idea of fun. You had avoided most of Nikolai's required events until now, managing to find all and any reason for not attending. But despite every effort, you could not weasel your way out of this one.

So instead you are stood by some marble carved pillar, watching a bunch of nobility, drink and dance and try not to be too loud with their idle gossip.

You catch a glimpse of Tamar, walking arm in arm with that pretty Squaller who's name seems to just escape your memory. Nadine... Naomi... Nadia, you're convinced it must be Nadia. Tamar looks happy, talking as much with her spare hand as with her words. Her gestures all grand and her smile wide, Nadia's adoring gaze never taking flight from Tamar's face as she talks.

You let yourself smile, sharing in that happiness, moments like this, quiet and observed from afar, when love doesn't realise you're watching it bloom, those are moments that make things like the grandeur of tonight tolerable. And as much as sharing in the joy of others can bring that swelling in your chest, there is that part of you that is searching the room for your own little corner of happiness to be found in the sea of poised expressions and far too well practiced steps.

Happiness finds its way to you, before you can properly search it out, walking up behind you, a plate in hand, and dressed in more material than you've really ever seen him in. "Squid?" Tolya asks, slipping into the untaken space at your side. You gently push the plate away with a shake of the head, trying to not give away that he startled you.

But you end up taking a double glance once you see him. "Tolya," you say feigning more surprise than necessary. "You have covered your arms." You brush a hand down the fabric across his forearm. You cannot remember a time when he has worn anything to cover them.

"Something about etiquette," Tolya shrugs, "not my choice."

"Wouldn't want to deprive the room," you joke. He rolls his eyes, but the softness is there, as it always it.

"Look at you," he says, giving a single handed gesture to your equally uncharacteristic outfit.

"I look like one of them, I look..." you try to search for a word that fits. Pompous. Pretentious. Aristocratic. Hypocritical. But nothing seems to be cutting it.

"You look," Tolya says, not letting you find the words. “As beautiful as always.”

You are not sure how to respond to that exactly, so you just give him a half smile and turn your eyes back to the crowds. "We are going to get in trouble with Nikolai for not mingling."

"Not in trouble," Tolya says, "but maybe he will be disappointed."

"Like a sad puppy," you add, sighing. "I don't like this. It feels... wrong."

"I understand, you're thinking about out there, while all this is going on in here, it feels wrong to be drinking and dancing while outside is a warzone, while he is still walking around doing as he pleased," Tolya need not utter a name for you to know exactly what he means.

"Well, I am not drinking, and I am not dancing," you inform Tolya. Tolya turns his head to look at you as one of the waiters approach with two thin glasses.

"From the prince," the waiter tells you offering you one each. You can feel Nikolai watching you without even bothering to try and find him in the crowd, so you take the drink and fake a smile.

"That... he has ears everywhere," you mutter taking a sip.

"I think he is more concerned with you having a little fun," Tamar says, dropping in on the conversation, arm still linked with the Squaller. "You two do know how to have fun, don't you?"

"We know how to have fun," you say, but you hear how unconvincing it sounds. "Tolya we know how to have fun, right?"

"I think our ideas of fun are just rather different to the majority," Tolya tries to reason.

"Just dance you two, it will keep him happy and Saints, you might even enjoy it," Tamar says before turning back to Nadia, "can I have this dance my sweet?"

"It would be an honour," Nadia replies, allowing Tamar to guide them to the floor.

"Maybe we should," Tolya admits, looking at them.

"If you can find someone willing to dance with me, and not make fun and willing to risk the injuries, then fine, I will dance," you laugh, finishing your drink.

"Dance with me," Tolya offers, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like those words don't nearly still the beating of your heart in your chest.

You remind yourself to breathe. It's not like you've not danced with Tolya before. You've danced with Tolya more times than you've danced with anyone in your life. But the moments you spend dancing with Tolya, they don't feel like they exist in this life. They feel out of reality. Those quiet nights on the ships deck, following steps to a song that no music can play. Trying to keep in time when the only rhythm is the ocean waves. That feels untouchable when the sun is up, when the moon is cascading on anything except the two of you and the wood of the decking. You don't dance with Tolya in moments that feel real. If you did you would start to let yourself remember things as they are and not as ghosts of dreams and quiet whispers.

But he puts his plate down and holds out his hand anyway. "Would you do me the honour?" He asks giving the smallest of bows to pull a smile from your lips.

"Tolya I'll make an idiot of myself," you tell him.

"Then let's make ourselves both fools," he says in return. You don't know how to argue with him, and you don't truly want to. Nothing could make you feel like some fancy ball in some palace wing is a place you'd choose to be. But moments with Tolya make otherwise insufferable nights, things you cannot bring yourself to regret.

You walk with him, trying to teach your mind to stop drowning out the music and pay attention to the steps. Tolya pulls you in by the waist like he has a hundred times. But that was in the quiet. That was by moonlight. That was with no one but the ocean and the stars to bare witness.

This is here and now and real. This is with people and friends and audible music. And you feel your breath catch.

Even over the sounds, Tolya can still hear the thudding of your heartbeat. "When have I ever let you fall?" He asks.

But you're not scared of falling. Far too late for that.

He twirls you around, and it's clumsy, you're both moving to a music different to everyone else, a pace the two of you only know with a soundtrack only you both can hear. But you're laughing, and his hand is holding yours and for a brief set of moments you cannot think of anything outside of the bubble the two of you have created. The ocean in your mind is calm and his eyes are on you and you don't have it in you to be anywhere else but right here.

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #six of crows #tolya yul bataar #tolya #tolya x reader #tolya my darling i adore you

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ridhearts · 2 years

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when you wish upon a star {deuce x reader}

!! REPOST !! tagging issues :/

When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your heart desires Will come to you If your heart is in your dream No request is too extreme When you wish upon a star As dreamers do

!! information !!

characters: deuce

reader: gn!

cw: starsending spoilers!

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Deuce noticed you making your way up the hill as soon as he could see you. Instantly, he broke out into a cold sweat, butterflies swarming in his stomach and threatening to throw him off balance as he waved his wand around and tried to match Trey’s dancing. If Trey noticed him faltering, he didn’t say anything, and Deuce managed to fight his way through the rest of the song without any glaring mistakes. The music dwindled to a close just as you reached the hilltop, a collection of water bottles in hand. You had one for everybody, passing them off with a smile, but Deuce swore you smiled just a bit larger when you handed one to him - not before faking him out once, of course.

“Sorry I missed practice today, but you looked really good from a distance!” You said encouragingly, casting a glance towards the wishing tree. Most of the Wishing Stars had been hung up the day before, occasionally catching the light of the sun or illuminating the shadows of leaves on the ground. Deuce couldn’t wait for you to see what it must look like at the Starsending ceremony. Though he hadn’t ever seen it for himself, he was sure it would be a spectacle. Maybe it’d even relieve you of some of your stress? Celebrations had a way of melting one’s troubles away…at least, according to his mom.

“It’s no problem!” Ortho said cheerfully. As if to accentuate his enthusiasm, he floated an inch or two higher off the ground.

Beside him, Idia grumbled into the microphone. “Why are we even practicing every day, anyway? It feels like I’m playing this song on easy mode…”

Waving off Idia’s moaning, you turned to Deuce. “Ready to go study? I made us some snacks, and I made sure Grim wouldn’t get into them before we managed to get back to the dorm.”

“Lead the way, captain!” Deuce exclaimed, then instantly regretted it. It sounded lame in his head, but it sounded even worse out loud. Trey barely held his flinch and gave Deuce a pitying look, but you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, you bid your goodbyes and gestured for Deuce to follow you, either genuinely not caring about his lame outburst or offering him a little grace.

The way to your dorm always felt too quick for Deuce, like a stolen moment that could slip through the cracks too quickly if he wasn’t clever enough to trap it. This time, though your words and jokes stayed light, something about you seemed sluggish. Your entire demeanor had darkened a bit, enough that even Deuce took notice and started to worry. So, in an effort to brighten your spirits, Deuce took it upon himself to secure a gift for you that nobody else could. Still, actually giving you that gift was proving a little harder than necessary. He meant to give it to you yesterday, after showing off how he met the quota and won the deal against Idia, but the adrenaline gave way to anxiety that had him tucking it deep in his bag for another day.

Even if this trip seemed a little longer than most, you were already climbing the steps to Ramshackle before he could properly gather his courage. But he didn’t want to give you anything with Grim perched on your shoulders, ready to make a rude comment and ruin the whole gesture. Time was running out, and pressure was steadily mounting on both your shoulders. It had to be today.

“By the way,” He started, clearing his throat to get rid of an embarrassing waver, “Thank you again for helping me out so much.”

“Like I said, you don’t have to thank me.”

“I feel like I do,” Deuce argued good-naturedly. You were turned around now, watching him curiously. He tried not to feel like you were looking down on him, though it was hard with him standing in your yard and you on your porch. His stomach coiled into a messy knot, and he couldn’t find the smooth transition to say what he wanted to say. Instead, he rummaged through his bag until he found what he was looking for. “So, I, uh, got you something.”

“Is that-?”

In his cupped hands was a Wishing Star, still dark and dull with an unfulfilled wish still inside it. Looking at the ground rather bashfully, Deuce offered it up to you like a knight offering his sword. You stared at it for a few moments, as if you had never seen such a thing before.

“How did you get that?” You finally asked, your voice gentle. You descended the steps and grabbed Deuce’s hands to lower them, not letting go once you brought them down. Despite trying his best not to stare at you like a smitten schoolgirl, Deuce watched you, slack-jawed, barely fighting a warm blush.

“When I was collecting wishes for the bet, I came across a few people who really didn’t want to make a wish. Most of them I could convince, but one of them threw his star at me and shut his door in my face!” Deuce’s brow furrowed as he told the story, as if the offender was right behind you and Deuce was getting ready to throw fists just for being rude. Just as quickly, he relaxed and smiled at you (for you). “But then I realized that you gave your wish to Grim, and thought that you deserved one too. So I made it my personal duty to make sure the Ramshackle Prefect’s wish comes true!”

The expression on your face was soft, graceful, yet it wasn’t quite what Deuce wanted to see. There was a sadness lurking behind it, the one he was hoping to chase away with his thoughtfulness. You weren’t usually so withdrawn, but maybe you were the type to hold your cards close to your chest. With the chaos your friends normally got you, Deuce supposed there wasn’t much of a chance to get to know each other to the point where he could tell what you were thinking. Not for him, anyway. But he wanted to. He wanted to learn what was bothering you, and he wanted to help you in any way he could. If he had already failed this time, though, maybe he’d never get the chance.

“That’s really sweet, Deuce,” You finally said. Your hands fell to your sides, and Deuce felt the gnawing bite of the beast that always let him know when he had done something wrong. “But I can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked too quickly. You only laughed, the bittersweet kind of exhale that never meant anything good.

“Well, back in my world, if you tell someone your wish, it won’t come true,” You answered with a shrug. “It’d feel like jinxing it if I just told you.”

“Yeah, but back in your world, magic doesn’t exist at all, right?” Deuce retorted, feeling relieved that maybe he did know something about you after all. “You’ve never let a little superstition get in your way before.”

Actually, you never let anything get in your way before. It was one of the things that made Deuce fall so hard for you; you were an unstoppable and awe-inspiring force. If you could be dropped in an unfamiliar world and conquer several Overblots with little knowledge and no aptitude for magic, then Deuce felt like he could become and honor student. If you thought him worthy to be by your side, then Deuce felt like he could do anything. That was why he was so confused when you kept denying his gift.

Uncertainty flashed across your face, and a suddenly shy expression took over. You almost looked…scared. But not from the fear that shook you when your classmates Overblotted. It was the kind of anxiety that made you look like you were facing a deep abyss, or a test you forgot to study for. You were facing a situation you knew would hurt once you got to the end.

“What if it doesn’t work?” You finally asked. “I can’t use magic. How would it even react to my wish?”

Deuce didn’t have an answer, but he still reached for one of your hands and made you hold the Wishing Stone yourself. “Let’s just try it. If it doesn’t work, then neither of us will have to speak of this ever again.”

As if the corners of the star would turn into knives and slice you, you eyed the magestone warily. “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

“Of course.”

Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer to Deuce and shut your eyes. He watched as you slipped into a deep focus, forcing your body to relax and your mind to center on the one thing you wanted most.

“I wish…” You started, gathering the last of your attention and willpower. Deuce knew that feeling - though the two of you normally applied such effort to very different things. “I wish to find a way to get back home. Soon.”

For a moment, Deuce was stunned. The anxious butterflies fluttering at the possibility of coming through for you instantly turned to lead, ice-cold metal that sent a chill through his blood. You slowly opened your eyes, deflating as the magestone refused to light up with your wish. When you turned your attention to Deuce and he instantly tried to hide his reaction. But it was too late - you had already seen.

“I’m sorry, it’s not as bad as it sounds,” You started, voice shaking as if you were on the verge of tears. “It’s just…I need to see my family again. They don’t know what happened to me. For all they know, I could be dead in a ditch somewhere. I don’t even know if it’s been as long for them as it has been for me. I just..I need closure. Even if it’s through a mirror or some kind of reflection, even if it’s only for a minute…I need them to know I’m alright. I need to know they’ll be alright.”

Deuce wanted to say he didn’t understand. He wanted to be angry, belligerent, to make a scene and insist that you were needed here. You were needed in Twisted Wonderland, that much wasn’t a lie. Without you, he wouldn’t have befriended Ace as closely as he had, and who knows what would’ve happened during the Overblots. You were the only one who seemed to be able to handle every student in the school - and what would he do without your encouragement and your presence, without one of his favorite people in the world? What would they all do?

But Deuce did understand, at least partially. He knew the desire to reach out to his family, at least. It was no secret how attached he was to his mother, and part of the reason he vowed to change was because he didn’t want his mom to worry. If a fight had gone wrong and he hadn’t ever returned home, he didn’t know what she’d do, only that she’d be inconsolable. But even then, she’d have a chance to track him down. Your family couldn’t even do that, and if they liked you even half as much as he did - which, he imagined they must, as they were your family and he thought you were amazing - then even the thought of missing you must hurt terribly, let alone living through it.

Maybe delinquent Deuce would’ve made a fuss, told you to stop worrying about what you can’t change and get on with your life. But that would hurt you, and no version of Deuce would ever want to do that. Besides, his entire hope was to help you out, not make you feel worse over something he had no hope of truly understanding and neither of you could change.

When you thrust the magestone in his direction, silently urging him to take it back, Deuce didn’t. Instead, he placed his hands over yours, a serious shadow falling over his face. Yet he smiled at you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you to do something you knew wouldn’t work. But I have another promise to make,” He offered with half a shrug. Looking back at the Wishing Star, he said, “After all, Crowley never said students couldn’t make two wishes. He only said he was giving us one.”

It didn’t even matter if this wish voided his other one. Deuce wanted to stack every card in his favor, but he could, theoretically, make it as a Police Officer with hard work and determination. You needed more than that, though - you needed a miracle, and this was the closest you had to one. Deuce would always have your back, even if helping you leave made his heart hurt.

“I wish for the prefect’s wish, to find a way for them to return home soon, will be granted,” He said, and the Wishing Star came to life. He watched as its glow intensified, bathing both of your hands in a golden glow. He didn’t look up at you, certain that if he did, a selfish piece of him would hope you would have to stay and your wish would be compromised. Instead, he gave your hands a soft, reassuring squeeze.

“And, as a stargazer, I will do everything in my power to make your wish comes true.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce x reader #twst deuce #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines

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crazyunsexycool · 2 years

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avenger!reader where she had been a drug and/or alcohol addict but has been clean for a while, and she’s in a relationship with steve and bucky but feels like they favor each other and is insecure about it since they’ve been together for like a hundred years so one night something sets her off and she relapsed but manages to hide it for a couple days or weeks until maybe she can’t function properly on a mission and then the avengers/steve and bucky find out and at first they’re really angry for not only relapsing but putting herself in danger but then it’s a really soft comfort ending?? you’ve been feeding lately btw😘

Hi honey,

What a great idea! I hope you like it and keep them coming. 😘

Poison

A/N:I just made up a drug because idk what I’m doing. I also added a bit of misunderstanding for some spice. Also I hope the fluff is as good as I imagine it. AGAIN I WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU I MADE UP A DRUG! if I missed a warning or something please let me know but be nice. 😊

word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, badly written usage of drugs.

Your habit of stealing was what got you on Nick Fury’s radar. You managed to steal from a man Shield had been after but couldn’t get close to, it was your ability to blend in that helped you. You had gotten a 30 minute head start before the man or Fury even noticed. He looked menacing when he caught up to you but Fury turned out to be the first stranger to be kind to you and offered to get you into rehab. You agreed and once you were out he told you about Shield and that there was a spot open in the academy if you wanted it. You jumped at the chance wanting to have a purpose in life and that’s how you ended up on the team after working for Shield for two years.

There had been an adjustment period after you joined the team. They were welcoming and assured you they had your back. The team didn’t know about your old habit and you wanted to keep it that way. For the first time you had friends and sometimes it felt overwhelming, the thought of being able to go up to any of them and just talk or hang out with any of them. There had been two, however, that had captured your heart. The super soldiers who had been together since the 30’s always managed to make your brain short circuit when they were around. It seemed like they felt the same because after a year of skirting around the very obvious feelings they asked you out and now you were getting close to your one year anniversary with them.

You would be lying if you said you never doubted your role in the relationship, especially if you compared your few months against their decades together. Steve and Bucky were amazing there was no question about it, they were thoughtful, romantic and considerate of your needs. But there were times when they could be together all day and it felt like they didn’t miss you or didn’t realize you were their girlfriend. It wasn’t intentional, they would never do or say anything to hurt you on purpose, on the contrary they were fiercely protective of you. You, however, never voiced your concerns not wanting to sound as insecure as you felt. Most of the time it was little things that wouldn’t bother most, like cuddling on the couch with each other while the team was watching a movie and you sat on the other side of the room with Nat. It was things like them going out to lunch and bringing you something back instead of asking you to go with them, it felt like you were just a friend to them. Sometimes it was things that were so personal in their own relationship that it made you a little bit jealous and you had to question whether they really wanted you in the relationship, like when you walked in on them in the kitchen dancing to a song from when they were younger. They were wrapped up in the moment, arms around each other, a whispered conversation and laughs in between kisses. It was intimate and you felt like you were intruding. Then when they would notice you in the doorway as you were trying to leave they would extend their hands to you and pull you right in between them. They took turns giving you kisses and telling you how much they loved you and the little voice in your head that said you weren’t important had to shut up.

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You came back from a mission and Steve is waiting by the elevator. As soon as the doors open he grabs your hand, brings you back to your room, and draws a bath. Bucky helps you take off your suit and begins to clean the scrapes and cuts you had and places a kiss on the injured areas. “Love can heal everything. Did you know that honeybee?” He says in between kisses. Pulling giggles out of you. It was one of your favorite things, it was something you did for them all the time too. The water was nice and warm, the right amount of oils and epsom salt had been added but most importantly both men joined you.

After the water gets cold you begrudgingly get out of the tub and Steve’s embrace as you dry and dress yourself. As you put on some moisturizer Bucky comes up behind you and wraps his arms around and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m glad you got back early, I missed you.”

“We.” Steve shouts from the bedroom.

“We missed you.” Bucky rolls his eyes and smiles at you.

“I missed you both too.” You say letting out a yawn.

“Oh it seems like I have a sleepy honeybee on my hands, come on lets take a nap.” He stands up straight and picks you up only letting go when you’re on the bed. Steve had gotten the bed ready for the three of you. You moved towards the middle as each of them took a side and in their warm embrace you let sleep take you.

You wake up a few hours later, the room dark and the bed cold. The last mission had been exhausting and you weren’t surprised that Bucky and Steve woke up before you although it was still night. Stretching as you got up from bed, you set out to find your boys. Heading straight up to their room to see if they were there. You heard their voices before you made out what they were talking about. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop at first but what you heard broke your heart right down the middle.

Things change all the time. You should have seen it coming, and you should have prepared your heart. But they tore down the walls you’d built with their bare hands and it gave them the opportunity to hurt you in a way that would have you spiral.

“Do you remember the leggy dame, She was blonde. I think her name was Deborah, Daisy maybe? No, that isn’t right.” Bucky says.

“Dot. Her name was Dot. I remember, what about her?” Steve adds as you get closer to the door to hear the conversation better.

“I was a nervous wreck around her, sweaty palms and everything. I got giddy any time I knew I was going to see her.”

“I used to be like that with Peggy. And not to mention that I was a stuttering fool around her too.” Steve adds as they reminisce on the women of their past.

You try to think that that’s all they’re doing thinking about the past there isn’t anything wrong with that especially with them. Things were different for them, it’s not like they could run into their exes out on the street.

“You know I don’t get any of that with Y/N.”

“Yeah, neither do I.”

It’s all you can take as you leave the hallway and head back to your room. It was your worst fear, that you weren’t good enough to be with them and they realized it. You pace in your room, the heartbreak is too much pain to feel, you had been so happy in their arms that afternoon. The times you’d seen them together without you made so much sense now. They were much happier without you. They didn’t need you in their lives, maybe they thought it would only be sex and you hung on to tight and they were tired. Maybe they felt pity for the orphan girl and thought they were doing the right thing by not breaking up with you. You didn’t want to admit it but they had been distant with you for the last few days, originally you blamed it on the missions and not being able to spend time together but now it made more sense.

You change and head out, the last thing you want to do is think.

You had left hours ago, leaving behind your phone so you couldn’t be tracked. The bar you found yourself at hadn’t changed since you were younger, the same old cracked faux leather chairs and wobbly tables. The stench filled your lungs but it was familiar and the paint on the wall was chipped, you weren’t here for the top shelf alcohol you were here because this is where you used to get what you came for tonight. Not surprisingly the same man, now bald and with a scar that ran down his right cheek, sat in the corner and you headed straight to him.

“Been a while. I thought you were dead.” He says.

“Nope, just busy. How much for 6?”

“You got big money now don’t you.” A sinister grin appears on his face. “I don’t think you can afford it, the price went up since the last time I saw you.”

You reach into your pocket and wave some money around, he quickly gives you what you came for.

“Care full with the venom girl. It would be a shame that such a pretty little thing like you ends up dead cuz of it.”

You make your way to a dodgy motel. In the room you sit on the chair and place the vials on the table, you rest your chin on the table and just stare at the vials. You hadn’t touched drugs in years but you didn’t want to think about their words and it’s the only thing you could hear in your head. That little voice saying ‘I told you so’ over and over and over and you just wanted it to stop. You grab one of the bottles and open it, getting the dropper out you place it under your tongue and let two drops fall. Closing your eyes you sit back against the chair and allow your head to fall backwards waiting for the drug to do it’s job.

It was like your brain shut off, no more little voice telling you how pathetic you were, none of their words replaying it was just quiet. Your brain was fuzzy and your body tingly as the first hit you’d taken in years starts to really take effect. You smile at nothing, sinking further into the chair as you let the drug take over. You stayed in that hotel for a few more hours but you weren’t sure how long before you returned back to the tower. As the elevator opens the first person you see is Thor.

“Lady Y/N, it’s rather late are you alright?”

“Jus peachy.” You blink slowly at him trying to focus on his face. The first step out of the elevator is wobbly and you have a hard time standing without swaying. “When d’you get s’tall?” you ask slurring your words.

“Come on then, I shall escort you to your room, you look unwell.” He looks down at you with a frown as he guides you. “Perhaps I shall bring Rogers and Barnes to help you.”

“No, is o-k I’m fines.” You say quickly and disappear down the hall.

The next morning you wake up groggy, and with a headache. You run to the bathroom and barely miss the toilet as you empty the contents of your stomach. Once you’re done you brush your teeth and look under your tongue the little spot where the drops hit your mouth is still black. You wash your face and head back into your bedroom. There is a tray with breakfast on it and a note which you grabbed to read.

Bucky and I have a briefing didn’t want to wake you.

See you later love bug.

Steve.

The guilt immediately consumed you, it was as if an elephant sat on your chest and didn’t let you breathe. You move back into the bathroom and turn on the shower, you undress quickly and sit letting the water hide the tears that escape you. Maybe they didn’t mean the things they said. But that little voice of self doubt kept shouting that you weren’t good enough for them. You wanted it to be wrong but all your life you had been pushed aside and ignored. They were too good for you and you knew that. Any time you told them that you didn’t deserve their love they always reassured you, especially Bucky who always reminded you of the things he’d done but he didn’t have control over himself you did. And now you relapsed and used the drugs you had sworn off.

After a while you get out and get redressed heading out of your room to find Steve and Bucky having decided to tell them what you’d done. Maybe this would be the out they needed. After a while of searching you find them on their way to the elevator.

“Sorry, we can’t talk, we were called in for an emergency.” Steve said as he passed. Bucky blows you a kiss before the doors close.

“Ok.” You whisper. You’ll have to wait until they get back.

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They were gone for 3 weeks and you kept using, and you slowly began upping the dose. You couldn’t stop yourself, any time you thought about the relationship you used. There was no harm since it wasn’t affecting your job as long as you kept yourself in check you would be fine. Nat was the first to notice a change in your behavior and appearance, your bloodshot eyes and the dark stain that was starting to creep up on your lips made her question you, but you assured her you were fine. That day after a meeting you snuck into the infirmary and stole some syringes.

When Bucky and Steve came back they first tried to find you but couldn’t. So they did what anyone back from a mission would do; they went to their room to rest. When you finally did see them it’s later that night they were cuddled up and hanging out with Sam in the living room.

“Hey there’s my honeybee. Where have you been?” He asks as he makes grabby hands at you.

“I was busy.”

“C’mere love bug we missed you.”

“You three disgust me.” Sam says jokingly.

“You say stay because you don’t have a girl as incredible as ours.”

“C’mere I want kisses.” Bucky says with a pout.

“I actually have to go. I’ll see you later.”

“Love bug we haven’t seen you in weeks. At least give us a kiss before you go.”

You move quickly and give each of them a chaste kiss on the lips and head out. It had been a few days since your last fix in a moment of clarity you decided to stop cold turkey. There was still a vial back in your room but you went to the bar to get more. Outside of the bar you weighed your options, one side you were scared that if you asked for help the whole team would turn their back on you but they could be supportive and they would help you. On the other you would go down this road and it would kill you. Your phone dinged, you had a message there was an emergency mission and it was all hands on deck.

You got back quickly and changed, with one vial left you grabbed it as you got ready to leave you put one drop under your tongue to take the edge off and the team headed out.

It had been the wrong week to quit and the effects of the one drop you used had already worn off. You felt sick, your muscles ache and you had chills. The pounding in your head wouldn’t stop. The complete chaos of the fighting around you was sending you for a loop until Steve's voice in your ear told you what to do. Following his orders you ran into one of the buildings looking for the target. Evading bullets behind walls or furniture you are stuck in a corner. You lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes, as you take a deep breath. Nothing is helping so you take the small vial that you had brought with you. Emptying the content into the syringe you roll up your sleeve working quickly to get your fix.

“Y/L/N do you copy?” Steve's voice comes in through the ear piece.

“Yes, I’m here.”

“We think he’s in your building, try to stop him but be careful.”

“Copy that.” You begin to move quickly but you’re on autopilot. You see the target and begin to chase him up the stairs and to the roof. Everything is hazy except the man in front of you. You run faster trying to tackle him, Steve and Bucky’s voices screaming don’t stop. You’re so close to him but he jumps and you follow.

You’re being placed back on the roof by Tony as Bucky and Steve stop in front of you.

“Are you crazy?” Steve asks as he grabs you by the shoulders. His jaw clenched.

“Why would you jump off the roof like that?” Bucky this time, sounding just as angry. He’s standing right beside Steve. “Did you not hear us telling you to stop?”

No answer.

”Are you even listening?” Steve shakes you slightly.

All you can do is blink owlishly between both men trying to focus on them and not the burning crawling up your arm. Color drains from your face before your eyes roll to the back of your head and you start seizing in Steve’s arms.

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Your eyelids feel heavy, your muscles stiff and your mouth is so dry. Muffled voices fill your ears as you take a deep breath before you finally begin to open your eyes. you can’t recognize the room you’re in except that it’s a hospital room.

“I’ll kick your ass so hard I’ll send you back to the 40s.”

It sounded like Fury. There were other voices but you couldn’t make them out, you tried to call out but your throat felt like you had swallowed sandpaper. The door opens abruptly making you jump slightly. Standing at the door Steve and Bucky looking over his shoulder.

They were furious. Steve comes over to your bed and grabs your arm pushing back the covers. He turns around and holds your arm out for Bucky to look at. At the inner side of your elbow is a black spot about the size of a quarter, it almost looks like ink. From the center it fans out following your veins. You try to pull your arm out of his grasp but you’re too weak.

“Drugs? Really? You could have put everyone in danger by being so reckless.” Steve says through gritted teeth.

“What were you thinking? You overdosed during a mission.” Bucky snaps.

Shrinking into the bed “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please don’t be mad. Anyone but you.” your voice cracks as you close your eyes and begin to sob.

They rush to your side, Steve lays down next to you while Bucky sits in the chair by the bed holding your hand.

“Breathe for me love bug. I’m sorry baby we shouldn’t have yelled.” He moves you around so that his chest is flushed against your back. You lay in his arms for a little longer hoping it isn’t the last time but preparing yourself in case it is after you tell them. Silence fills up the empty space until it creates an unbearable tension.

“I started again three weeks ago. I had been clean for years I swear.” you hiccup. “It was little drops at first but then I started using too much and then I stopped cold turkey. There was so much going on around me during the mission and I just needed to focus for a little. When I ran into the building I hid and I used the last of what I had.”

“God, when we saw you running towards the ledge I swear I stopped breathing. We were screaming at you to stop but you kept going, We thought we had lost you for good.” Both Bucky and Steve shed tears silently, both of them holding you.

“What happened?”

“Tony caught you midair.” Steve informs you as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Then you started to have a seizure.”

More silence.

“I know you won’t want to be with me because of this and I won’t be upset, I get it I swear.”

“What are you talking about?” Steve asks quietly.

“I know I’m not like the women you used to date and now you know about my drug problem, why would you want to be with me?”

“Oh honeybee, do you have any idea how much we love you? We’re gonna stay by your side until you don’t want us to anymore.”

“But,” Steve adds. “We want you to get better, we were so scared we were gonna lose you.” He wraps his arms around you tighter.

“Would you consider rehab?” Bucky moves your hair out of your face and gives you a soft loving smile. You nod.

“That’s good honeybee. We’ll be here for you through all of it.”

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3 months later.

You felt good. Most importantly you felt free, Tony had arranged the best rehab facility for you to go to. It was a strict program and it was a difficult process to get through but you knew that at the end of it you wouldn’t be met with nothing. You had a family this time and you had love. Steve and Bucky wrote to you every day. Words of encouragement, telling you how proud they were, how much they missed you and most importantly how much they loved you.

You were excited the day you were released, and you were expecting them to be there to pick you up. Nat is who you found leaning against a car outside of the rehab center, you were slightly disappointed but thought they were maybe called away and couldn’t say no. It was still good to see a familiar face. She gives you a bone crushing hug and tells you how happy she is you’re back because the boys were unbearable without you around. Grabbing your bag she puts it in the trunk and you’re gone.

After a while of being in the car you realize that Nat isn’t driving towards the tower. Confused, you look at her as she finally stops in front of an apartment building.

“Bucky and Steve thought this place would be better for you.” She informs you and you try to not think the worst.

“Fifth floor, apartment 5C babe. Here.” She pulls a key out of her pocket and hands it over.

With your luggage in hand you make your way through the lobby and to the elevator. You try not to think about why Steve and Bucky wouldn’t want you in the tower, instead you think about a fresh start. With your luggage in one hand and the key in the other you step out of the elevator and head towards your new home. When you open the door you’re met with dozens of flowers and lit candles spread out through the empty apartment. In the center of the living room you find Bucky and Steve waiting for you with matching smiles.

“Hi, love bug.” Steve walks towards you and takes you in his arms. Pulling back slightly he gives you a sweet kiss.

“We’re so happy you’re back honeybee.” Bucky says as he also pulls you in.

“Hi.” You smile brightly at them. “What is going on?”

“We wanted to surprise you.” Steve clears his throat

“What?” you look at him wide eyed.

“Yeah, this was supposed to be for our anniversary.”

“I’m sorry. I ruined everything.” you avert your eyes.

“No you didn’t, I promise you didn’t.” Bucky places a finger under your chin and tips it so that you have to look at him. A sweet smile plays on his lips while his eyes are full of adoration aimed at you.

“You know that day in the hospital you said something that left us thinking. You made some comment about how you aren’t like the women we used to date and for a while we couldn’t figure out where that came from.” Bucky tells you as he keeps his arms around your waist.

“Then we remembered you said you relapsed three weeks before that, which was the night we started preparing this surprise.” Steve says as he comes up behind you.

“That night,” He adds. “We were reminiscing about some dames we'd dated for a little while and you see what you said is true. You aren’t like them at all.”

You gasp, confused as to why they would say that. This was a sick way to break up with someone.

“You’re better.” Bucky says pulling you out of your head.

“What?”

“You’re better love bug. See we used to get so nervous around them and we always made fools out of ourselves.” He puts his hands on your hips and turns you. “With you it’s different, we aren’t nervous around you because we don’t have to be someone we’re not.” he gives you a kiss.

“You give us this sense of peace, honeybee. And yes Steve and I have been together for a long time but it wasn’t until we met you that we felt complete. You are our home. You see the good in us on our worst days and you still love us.” Bucky says as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Even with all you’ve been through you didn’t lose who you were. You’re selfless and loving, and although you may feel insecure at times, you never let anyone feel that way. You are far stronger than you think love bug.”

“I- I don’t know what to say.” you whisper. “I love you both so much. I never thought I would be happy in this way.”

“Well, if you’ll give us a chance we’d make it our mission to make you happy every day. So will you move in with us?”

You wipe away your tears as you look around the apartment. “This place is for us?”

“We can find somewhere else if you don’t like this place. Anywhere you want.”

“No. I love this place.” you say with a smile on your face.

“I would love to live with you.”

“That’s our girl.” Bucky runs towards you and picks you up and spins you. He starts peppering kisses all over your face before Steve pulls you away and does the same, then turning and giving Bucky a few kisses.

“Come on love bug we have furniture to buy.” Steve grabs your hand and heads for the door, Bucky follows a few minutes later after blowing out the candles and just like that all was good in your world.

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A Shade Darker Than Red: Chapter 9

Chapter 8.5

Friday, 19:08 p.m.

I glanced at my watch, wading through the crowd as I searched desperately for a certain pair of brown eyes, a glimpse of raven-black hair and lips lined with maroon lipstick. The song Perfect blasted from the speakers and I somehow resisted the urge to start singing along—briefly imagining Sita and Jenny dancing to it instead. That was well and good, but where was my Sita?

It wasn’t long before I saw her. My heart stopped for a moment as my eyes rested on her divine form stepping through the crowd, a maroon dress draped around her body and enclasped around her neck, her dark-skinned shoulders on display. Her head was held high as the crowd of teenagers parted at her presence, staring at her wordlessly. A glass of wine in her hand, she looked beautifully cold and distant—until her searching eyes caught sight of mine.

“Renu!” she cried, forgetting all grace and poise. She somehow managed to run towards me in her ankle-breaking heels, wrapping me in a bone-crushing hug.

“Hi, Paro,” I said lamely. She pulled away and looked at me like I was the stupidest thing she’d ever seen. Oh, God, I was screwed.

“Thank God you’re here!” she said, slipping her arm around mine. “This place was so empty without you.”

“Yeah, I tend to have that effect on people,” I said smugly. Paro rolled her eyes, taking a swig of the wine. “I’m not going home before I’m properly drunk,” she explained as she refilled her glass.

I cringed. “The school is going to regret endorsing wine,” I said. “Especially the tenth graders who wanted to have it in the first place.”

Paro groaned, chugging down the entire glass. “Let them,” she said. “It’ll be like a last ‘fuck you’ to the school before we finally leave.”

I laughed as Paro dragged me towards the game stalls. “Can you please get me a teddy bear?” she asked, her words already turning into a drawl.

I chuckled and shot at the board of balloons. My aim was almost never right—Paro would have to be disappointed this time. Surprisingly, I heard a pop! and the ninth grader hosting the stall handed Paro a pink teddy bear. She clutched it to her chest as she refilled her glass once more. “Thank you,” she said with a beaming smile.

“Well, it seems like you’re my good luck charm,” I joked, leading her away from the stall.

The evening passed by visiting stalls and laughing and spinning each other around until the moonlight illuminated Paro’s tired and barely sober features. I checked my watch. It was 8 p.m, and the stalls would be closing in an hour.

“Paro, I think we should go home now,” I said.

Paro whined. “But why?” she slurred, and I knew she would wake up the next day with a terrible hangover.

“Because,” I began, gesturing towards all the soft toys she had gathered in her arms, “Mr Teddy, Mr Chomp, Miss Owl and Rodrick should probably be asleep by now, it’s past their bedtime.”

Paro seemed to consider it. “So, do we call an Uber?”

I paused. Two drunk teenage girls in lavish gowns wouldn’t be hard to prey on at night, especially when the entire control was in the driver’s hands. “No,” I said. “I think we should call Kiran.” Kiran, being the oldest in our group, always stayed up until 3 a.m and I knew he was binge-watching Netflix at this very moment.

Paro nodded, although I wasn’t sure if she heard anything I said. She gasped, running over to another stall and I followed, albeit reluctantly, with my phone pressed to my ear.

“Hi, Kiran,” I said as Paro tried to refill her glass. “No, we’re not doing that again,” I muttered, snatching the bottle of wine away from her. “Sorry, I wasn’t talking to you,” I resumed the call again. “I’m with Paro—yeah—at the grad party and uh, we kinda need someone to drop us off.”

I heard Kiran grumble and something like a female voice on the other end of the phone. I recognised the unknown voice as Prarthana’s. I cackled inwardly.

“Mhm, sure, I’ll drop you off,” Kiran said, their voice huskier than it usually was. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

I almost dragged a heavily drunk Paro away from the stalls and forced her to say goodbye to the teachers. “But they were complete tyrants,” she whined, struggling to stay steady on my arm. “They won’t take it kindly,” I explained. “Plus, it won’t take long.”

After saying goodbye to the teachers (which did, actually, take a long time), my phone vibrated in my pocket. Kiran.

I waved goodbye once more with a polite smile and gently guided Paro towards the exit—just in time as Kiran’s familiar black car stopped in front of the gate. “Thanks dude,” I said, stepping into the car. Kiran merely sighed.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Paro had lost her earlier vigour and had fallen asleep with her head on my shoulder, a peaceful expression on her face. I tilted her chin towards me and gently wiped away a thin line of drool with my thumb. “Doofus,” I murmured under my breath.

Kiran looked at me through the rearview mirror. “Just tell her you love her,” they said softly. I shook my head, my finger running absent-mindedly through Paro’s hair. “I can’t hurt her,” I muttered.

Kiran frowned. “Stop talking bull, you won’t hurt her.”

I smiled. “My world is a world of red, Kiran,” I murmured. “She—she deserves better.”

Kiran sighed, running one hand through their hair with the other on the steering wheel. “You’ll kill yourself like this, Renu.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t risk my friendship with Paro—not after everything we’d been through. I couldn’t risk losing the little bit of colour I had left in my life.

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Last Day on Earth

A lil break from Forget Me.

PS. Might be a series too, don't quote me.

You make my heart skip a beat or two

Binibini, do you know how much I feel for you?

Oh my love you made me love you like a fool

So tell me what do I do?

To know what's inside your mind

Everytime you look into my eyes I melt inside

You first met Hiyori when your teacher Denjiro changed his appearance. Denjiro has been secretly teaching you his swordsmanship in secret for the past few months.

It was your first time in the Flower Capital and it was magnificent. Everything was more vibrant and cheerful than your previous remote village.

Then you met her.

"This is Kozuki Hiyori." Your eyes widen at Denjiro's introduction. "You're going to become her retainer and you need to protect her with your life." It was a sudden request, one that you knew you weren't ready for yet. But still, it was this inexplicable want inside you. One that just came forward before even Denjiro spoke up.

"It will be my honor!" You bow down to Hiyori and she chuckles.

"Who is she?" She asks Denjiro and you can't help but tremble.

"Her name's Y/N Y/LN. She's my student."

"Oh! Then-" You hear shuffling and you can't help but look up. "Nice to meet you, Y/N!" You were blinded by her smile and you knew by then that you were a goner.

Oh darling dance with me now

Under the rain, under the dark grey clouds

If it's my last day on Earth then love me now

"How did Denjiro discover you?" One day while you were practicing Hiyori asks out of nowhere. You hum as you set aside the wooden sword.

Baby I'll do everything to make you smile

"Probably because I'm a member of a Yakuza gang."

"WHAT!?" You laugh at her reaction and smile.

"I was only a gopher, Hiyori-sama. But I did learn how to be fast from there." It suddenly rains and you hold out your hand, watching it get wet from the raindrops. "Sometimes, I wished those men just killed me instead of taking me in. I feel so guilty being the sole survivor of my village."

"Y/N." Hiyori grabs your arm and she felt her heart clench as she sees your tears.

"Don't worry. I'll protect you properly, Hiyori-sama."

Binibini, do you remember the time you aren't ready?

I kinda loved you more and you felt sorry

I know there were uncertainties

But love was strong for you and me

So take my hand now baby

You clenched your hand so hard that it almost bled. You just arrived and see both Toko and Hiyori cuddling Zoro.

"Fuck." You clench your chest in order to numb the pain that is consuming you.

Ah. You've never felt so empty before. Your tears fall down before you know it and you leave the tattered house.

You stand guard outside and decide to just train yourself.

You need to exhaust yourself. You need to be so tired so you won't see dreams.

You grunt as you keep swinging your katana.

Brook finds you just freezing to death when he comes over close to morning.

"EH!? UM- WHO ARE-" Brook's shouts woke Hiyori, Zoro and Toko. They all stand and go outside. Hiyori pales when she sees you freezing and deathly pale.

"Y/N! Please bring her inside!" Brook nods at her, scoops you up in his arms and brings you inside the room. Zoro helps light up the bonfire in the middle of the room and Hiyori strips you and she trembles at the sight of your wounds.

Zoro actually found Hiyori and Toko safe from Killer because of you. You managed to defeat him.

Hiyori quickly changes the bandages on your wounds while Zoro makes sure that Brook looks away from your naked body.

"Hiyori." You manage to get out despite your weak stature, Hiyori ignores you in favor of tending to your worsening wounds. 'I love you.'

You wanted to confess. All the feelings you harbored for her through all these years. But you don't manage to as you lose consciousness once again.

Destiny called us now

If it's my last day on Earth come close and hold me tight

Hiyori cries that night.

Why did you not wake her up? Ensure that she was safe? Why were you outside in the freezing snow?

"Why are you an idiot?" Hiyori cries as she holds your cold hand. She managed to properly clean you up and you're barely clinging to life right now. Even Toko is laughing crying at your state. Both you and Hiyori were her adoptive sisters. You even send Yasuie half of your monthly salary so he could help Ebisu town even more.

"Please wake up. Please survive, Y/N." She pleads as she cuddles into you, claiming that it'll warm you up even more.

Oh darling dance with me now

Under the rain, under the dark grey clouds

If it's my last day on Earth then love me now

Baby I'll do everything to make you smile

You clashed swords with various people at this point. You were just so exhausted. You plop down and groan at the pain. Since when did you bleed onto your kimono?

'That letter. It'll reach her, right?' You think to yourself as you hear shouting all around you.

You get why Hiyori would prefer Zoro now. He's so much stronger than you.

Much cooler.

Much faster.

How could you ever compare?

'The greatest swordsman in the world.' You smile bitterly at the thought. 'What a fit for the world's most beautiful woman.'

You let the exhaustion take over you.

'Please don't let Hiyori know.' Was your last thought before you fully lost consciousness.

A/N:

I omitted some lyrics because I wanted the angst.

If I find Hiyori prints on the con that I'll be going to, let it be known right now that I won't ever regret buying all of them prints.

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scarlet-ancunin · 2 years

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Hiii I saw requests were opened for doctor ian Wright so can I ask for reader pulling ian away from his work bc they are stressing over it, to try and relax them reader puts music on and starts slow dancing with them. Idk something cute between the two

sureee but imma add another Anon request here because it just matches the whole motive of Ian being adorable and looking to be stubborn as well I hope you both like it ^^

Other Anon: Hi, first of all, I LOVE YOUR WORKS! Now, can you please write a sick character (Ian) + comfort? Thanks🤓

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I Told You Not To Overdo IT

it was another day in the private military operations section and you got a call from Addison at 3 in the afternoon. "Hello? oh, hey Addison it's been a while, I'm doing great I just finished a meeting with the company's management team."

you were a Chief Executive Officer for a well-known technology company people would do trades and services with your company because you help them with any flaws or improve on them. Recently Magic made friends with this company picking you and five more people to help with anything needed for the quantum leap project. the deal was how you met Ian Wright and that was how you both fell in love with each other.

which is why Addison was calling you now. Because you both would help each other when one is not doing so well. it would seem your love was the one that needed some attention.

"Oh im sorry it just....Well Ian has been stressed out lately and this seems to be taking a toll on how they act."

You was about to ask how do you mean until you hear Ian complaining to a worker that they can't do anything without them fixing it "give me an hour" you said already driving to your home to change.

Wasn't long before you made it to the facility and saw Ian typing away on a laptop their friends far away and watching how You manage to calm the geeky beast.

"Ian, my love come on" you said sternly. They turned to speak up but seeing it was you they sighed knowing what was about to happen "I'm fine. I dont know why they called you" they said turning to type once more until you rolled their chair away.

"Listen stressing out wont help you think and your going to make yourself sick by doing this and not considering your needs. Not to mention your being rude so come on or i won't play with your hair"

They look at you before taking their glasses off sighing "fine"

Once home their favorite music was playing and you grin seeing them sighing visibly seeing them relax being home.

You took their hand and danced with them in the living room giggling with them and kissing them softly on the lips wrapping your arms around their neck "see relaxing isn't so bad love besides I love you and i dont like seeing you stressed out" you gave them a cute pout and they lean close kissing you deeply.

"I'll try to do better y/n"

Their better was much worse because you was in the middle of getting ready to cook when you got a text message from Magic which was rare.

Magic: "Did Ian tell you they was sick?"

Y/n: "No Ian looked fine for the past week" you realized that was why they wasn't home when you woke up they left before you can notice they look like crap.

your phone buzzed with another message from Magic. "I found them having a coughing fit and Addison said she had to catch them because they stumbled slightly."

You sigh frowning before getting a message from Jenn with a picture of Ian head down on their desk. You pout and rushed to the facility.

They worked instead of taking care of themselves. "Dammit Ian why do you do this to yourself." You said while driving there.

Once there you came in time to hear Magic telling Ian to take some time off.

"No i don't need to, I'll be fine i just need to figure this out quickly so we can get Ziggy working properly" they said sounding adorable trying to make a point sounding congested.

"Ian do what Magic says please.." you said walking and shaking Magic's hand before pouting at them. "Your going to rest i don't want to hear it, you scolded me for working while i was sick so now im going to do the same" with that you take their hand and walk away with them before looking back

"They will be in by Friday" eveyone could hear Ian complaining the whole way out.

Once home Ian was asleep on the couch while you made them soup. You came back to the living room seeing Ian asleep still. "Honey? Wake up i made some soup"

All that was heard was a pitiful moan and a soft okay. They sat up hair messy and heavy eyes as they leaned against your touch feeling the coolness of you hand.

After they ate and was sentenced to hed rest Ian felt you kiss their lips.

Their eyes shoot open "hey what are you doing i could get you sick"

You giggle lightly holding them closer "well that means you can take care of me and relax" you pointed out which they shake their head.

"And you tell me not to overdo it."

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albakore · 3 years

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Office Adventures

Synopsis: (office!au) Sometimes Kaeya’s ideas can be brilliant. Other times you wonder how this man even made it this far in life. This time, however, the outcome is a little different than you expect…

Characters (together): Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma/Tohma, Childe, and Zhongli (fem!reader)

Warnings: not sfw (18+), like pure unadulterated filth. public-ish sex, voyeurism, unprotected sex, vibrator, masturbation, Diluc fucking you while everyone else watches because i am Diluc’s whore before i am human,

part 2

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It felt so downright perverted to be acting this way. You tried your hardest to stay focused on the presentation in front of you but your mind kept drifting back to the device that was sitting between your legs. Kaeya had managed to slip a vibrator in your underwear right before this meeting, after he pulled you into an empty office and worked it inside of you. He pulled up the app on his phone and tested it to make sure it worked properly. It did, much to his delight (and your dismay.)

Zhongli was up at the front presenting some information about this months sales. He was flipping through various infographics in the presentation he had prepared, motioning to them every so often to accentuate his point. Diluc was sitting across from Kaeya jotting down notes as he went, next to him was a bored looking Thoma. Childe occupied the seat on the Kaeya’s left and was very keenly watching Zhongli as he presented. The seat to Kaeya’s right was empty, as that’s where Zhongli had been sitting. You watched Kaeya reach for his phone again that was sitting on the table in front of him. He tapped the screen a few times and you felt the vibrations inside of you grow stronger. You pressed your thighs together desperately trying to mask what was taking place. You couldn’t help but chew your bottom lip desperately trying not to let your pokerface drop.

“Ms. (Name), are you alright?” You heard Kaeya call from across the table, interrupting Zhongli. That little shit, you thought. You took a deep breath to help calm you down, putting on the best neutral expression you could muster before glancing up and meeting Kaeya’s mischievous smile.

“Of course. Why do you ask?” You tried to ignore how all of the men’s eyes glanced over in your direction. You could feel your impending orgasm looming as the vibrator continued to buzz inside you still even with all their gazes on you.

Thoma chimed in this time, completely oblivious. “You’re looking a little flustered, do you need to step out for some air?” Your eyes drifted to meet his, a genuinely concerned expression on his face as he scanned over you for signs of sickness or injury.

“I’m fine, really,” you assured him quickly, “I just picked the wrong day to wear this outfit.” You joked, motioning to your matching blazer and skirt that were made out of the same thick material. You added in a smile to really sell your excuse, fanning yourself to make it seem like maybe the heat was just getting to you.

Zhongli, who had been interrupted in the middle of his presentation, cleared his throat to take the attention away from the disruption. “Well, this is the last slide so if you’ll allow me to get through this then you can go back to your office and cool down a little. May I?” You nodded your head quickly and added in a small sorry before you ducked your head back down to focus on the notes in front of you. You were grateful when you felt the attention slowly shift off you and back to Zhongli.

Your mind drifted again with Zhongli’s voice as the perfect background noise for your fantasies that played in your mind. You thought again about Kaeya pulling you into that office right before this meeting with his fingers working you open slowly saying he had a surprise for you. You two had joked about doing something like this before, but you never thought he had the gall to actually go through with it. He was definitely enjoying this entirely too much, you could tell by the way his attention shifted from his notes to study you every so often. Whenever he altered the frequency of the vibrator, your resolve would fall just briefly and you’d allow yourself one shaky breath as your fists clenched and your eyebrows furrowed, desperately trying to fight the orgasm that had been creeping up on your for what felt like forever now. You were completely unaware of the vermillion eyes that would drift your way every time your face would scrunch or your hips would shift.

“And with that, we’re done for the day.” Zhongli’s concluding statement cut through your lewd thoughts. You let out a sigh of relief thinking about how you wanted nothing more than to get out of this meeting room and to the privacy of your own office. Zhongli returned to his spot at the table beside Kaeya and began gathering up his papers. The rest of the men also shuffled their stuff together, starting to stand from their seats and stretch.

“Say, Kaeya,” Childe’s voice cut through the shuffling. You watched in slow motion horror as he reached out and grabbed Kaeya’s phone that had been sitting face up on the table while Kaeya had stepped away from his seat to go return something he grabbed before the meeting. “What is this app you kept toying with throughout the meeting?” He asked as he examined Kaeya’s phone. Kaeya’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think of a way to draw Childe’s attention away from the phone without being obvious. As Kaeya opened his mouth to reply, Childe tapped something on the screen.

“Wait!” You and Kaeya exclaimed in unison but it was too late, the vibrator in between your legs kicked up a few notches and in a matter of seconds the orgasm that Kaeya had had you dancing around for the last half of this meeting came crashing down. You let out a loud, sultry moan as you ducked your head to keep some sense of your dignity as the men watched you clench your legs and squirm in your seat. Kaeya quickly made his way back to his phone and snatched it away from Childe, cutting off the vibrations. There were a few beats of silence as the men all watched you carefully while you caught your breath, head still lowered and hands still gripping the arms of your chair harshly. The realization of what just happened finally hit you as your head cleared. The fucked out expression on your face shifted to a mortified one as you tried to think of some sort of response.

Childe’s voice rang out hesitantly from the other side of the room, “uh, sorry..”

Instead of addressing his apology you used every ounce of courage in you to spit out a ‘please excuse me’ before getting up from your chair and promptly exiting the room. You ran for the nearest empty bathroom and locked yourself inside, suddenly thankful for the first time ever that your office had single person bathrooms. Your back hit the door as your head reeled from the events that just took place, embarrassment washing over you. I’m gonna get fired, you though bitterly, they probably think I’m disgusting. You slowly reached down and pulled back your underwear to see the soaked mess that had become your panties. You sighed, pulling them up again before your eyes met the mirror. Your appearance was disheveled: your lips were swollen from biting them to stifle your moans and your legs were still shaking from your recent orgasm.

A loud knock sounded on the door behind you. “(Name)?” Kaeya’s voice called out. “…I know you’re in there.” He added after a few moments of waiting for you to respond. You still didn’t answer his calls so he continued, “they’re all waiting for you to come back.” Your heart dropped. What does that mean? Are they going to discuss the consequences of your actions already? Why so soon? Couldn’t they wait and sleep on it?

You turned around hand gripping the door handle as you took a deep breath to calm your racing heartbeat, figuring it best to face this head on. You opened the door with a click only to be met with Kaeya’s fist inches from your face, evident that he was about to knock again. “There you are!” He quickly withdrew his knuckles and gave you a quick concerned once-over.

You glanced around nervously to make sure he was alone before slumping against him. He pulled you into his embrace as his way to apologize for the events that took place. He knows it was his bad to leave his phone out there like that, especially given the fact that Childe knows his passcode. He stroked your back a few times soothingly, allowing you to inhale his scent hoping that it would provide you some comfort.

“C’mon, let’s not keep them waiting.” He spoke after a few moments before gently taking your hand to lead you along behind him through the hallways. You approached the meeting room again in quick strides, your anxiety climbing higher and higher the closer you two got.

Kaeya stopped in front of the meeting room door and turned to face you, sensing your anxiousness. His hands grabbed your shoulders gently. “There’s no need to be nervous. You’re not going to get in trouble or anything of the sort, I’m certain of it.” He leaned forward and let his lips rest against your ear, “I’m also certain that they all had a boner when I left them. I mean who wouldn’t after the show you put on.” A shiver ran up your spine at his words. You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to form some sort of response, but before you could he had turned around and pushed open the meeting room door.

“Where is she?” You heard Childe ask. You peaked over Kaeya’s shoulder into the room. The men had returned to the seats they had been in during the meeting.

“(Name).” Zhongli addressed you firmly when his gaze met yours. You squeaked and ducked behind Kaeya again. The man in front of you chuckled before taking a few steps into the room, motioning for you to follow. You swallowed thickly before taking a few tentative steps.

Kaeya closed the door behind you as you finally straightened your back and addressed the men in front of you. “Um…” you tried to keep eye contact with them to appear more collected than you actually were but quickly found your fleeting confidence fading. Instead, you settled for fixing you gaze on the ground in front of you. “I’m very sorry for what happened.”

“Did he force you into this?” Diluc’s question caught you off guard.

“N-no!” You stammered quickly. "He and I talked about it beforehand." You said assuredly, not wanting your actions to reflect worse on Kaeya than they already had. Your cheeks burned and your shoulders were tense. “I know it was very unprof-“

“(Name), come here.” The firm words from Diluc caught you off guard. You studied him for a second, trying to read his intentions. Kaeya finally took his own seat across the table from Diluc. You made your way past Thoma to where Diluc was sitting before you paused. Diluc patted his thigh to motion for you to sit there. It caught you way off guard. You noted how Kaeya was absolutely right, though you couldn’t see Childe or Zhongli, you could definitely see both Diluc and Thoma were noticeably hard. You went to straddle his thighs but he stopped you. “Other way.” You turned yourself around and settled against him with your back flush with his chest. It took everything in you not to grind against his boner that was even more noticeable now that it was pressed against you.

His lips met the shell of your ear. “Is this alright?” He asked, fingers hovering over you, waiting for your permission for him to touch you. You nodded, swallowing thickly and his hands came into contact with your skin. Diluc’s fingers worked to hike your skirt up. He let his fingertips ghost up and down your outer thigh a few times, pressing a kiss to your neck. He pushed his chair back from the table and spread your legs wide to make sure the other guys could see what he was doing to you. He stopped again briefly as his fingers came to rest on the edge of your panties, waiting for your go ahead before pushing them down your thigh. He paused to admire the string of slick that connected your sex to your underwear. You didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before Thoma let out a groan beside you at the sight. Diluc continued working your panties down your legs until he slipped them off completely and tossed them on the table in front of you two. Next, his hands reached down and pulled the vibrator out of your cunt that Kaeya had stuffed in there with a quiet squelching noise. He held it up and examined the way it was coated completely in your arousal.

“I can turn it on, if you want.” Kaeya offered as he watched the scene in front of him intently. His signature cocky smirk had returned as he noticed how wet he had gotten you with his vibrator.

“Please do.” Diluc answered, turning his attention from the toy back to your cunt. “May I?” He whispered in your ear as the hand not holding the toy traced the skin below your bellybutton down to the area just above your clit and back up again.

“U-uh..” you hesitated, gauging the reactions from the men around you. Zhongli’s gaze was fixated on you. He was leaning forward on his elbows, his fingers locked together resting over his mouth. His irises looked like they were quite literally glowing as he drank in the sight of you. Otherwise, he looked completely calm. His breath was slow and steady and he was relatively still.

Childe had never looked more relaxed in his life. He was slouched against his chair, one ankle crossed over his knee and his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. His boner couldn’t be any more obvious as his eyes languidly trailed up your body, down your body, and back up again. He was truly basking in the sight in front of him.

When your gaze shifted to Kaeya he made sure to hold eye contact with you. He licked his lips seductively, eyes trailing down your body before snapping back up to your complete the eye contact again as he sent you a wink.

If there were any doubt left in your mind after looking at those three, that was all dispelled when your eyes drifted over to Thoma. He already had his cock free and was pumping himself slowly as his eyes stayed fixated on you. His cheeks were flush and his breath was fast, and the tip of his cock looked deliciously red as you watched his thumb swipe over it.

It had only taken you a few moments to be sure that none of the men in front of you were uncomfortable with what was happening before you gave Diluc the go ahead. A simple, but firm, 'yes' left your lips and in mere seconds the vibrator that he was holding roared to life, courtesy of Kaeya of course. He pressed it to your clit and immediately you mewled, back arching off his chest. You rocked your hips against the device and in turn also rocked yourself against Diluc’s boner that was growing harder by the second.

“D-Diluc,” you whined. “I want you inside of me.” You panted, focusing on grinding against him. He hummed at your request, pressing a few more open mouth kisses up your neck. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your mouth parted slightly.

“Let me prep you first.” He stated, shifting his arm and wrapping it under your thigh so he could insert two fingers into you. Your slick coated them easily, allowing him to add a third finger. He stretched you as much as he could slowly and gently, pumping his fingers in and out of you. After a few moments he pulled them away from your cunt before putting his fingers, now coated in your slick, up to your mouth. You took them in without hesitation, sucking and licking them. “Good.” Diluc praised. You locked eyes with Zhongli first, then you moved to Childe. Childes hand had also found it’s way inside his pants and was pumping himself lazily as he watched you.

You released Diluc’s now clean fingers from your mouth. “Unzip me.” He instructed, one hand working to unbutton your blouse the other one still had the vibrator pressed to your clit. You reached under you and unzipped his pants, hand trailing along his clothed dick eagerly. You pushed down his underwear and leaned forward to allow room for his cock to sprang free. You pushed back and let yourself rub against him eagerly.

He finally withdrew the vibrator from your clit so he could put both his hands on your hips to guide you onto him. He let out a low groan as he sank into you, your walls clenching around him. He bottomed out and allowed you to just sit there like that for a few moments to adjust to the girth he had. Slowly, he lifted your hips before sliding you back down again. You let out a wanton moan at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. Diluc finally replaced the vibrator on your clit again, causing your thighs to tense around him. You placed your hands on his knees and took the lead lifting yourself up and down, slowly speeding up as the slightly painful stretch was replaced with immense pleasure. Beside you, Thoma moaned your name, matching his pace to yours as he worked himself to his own orgasm. Kaeya upped the speed of the vibrator again, enjoying watching you squirm around Diluc's cock.

Zhongli had even taken to pleasuring himself, his stoic expression fixated on watching as Diluc disappeared into your heat only to come back out again coated in your arousal. You were positively drenching Diluc's cock, leaving a wet spot on the chair underneath you two. Moans — hng, a-ah, mmh~ — left your lips as Diluc's other hand found your nipple, toying with it. Your legs started shaking as you got closer to your orgasm, but you tried to push through it to continue riding Diluc. He picked up on your fatigue quick though, and in return he lifted you up and bent you over the table in front of him, grabbing your hips from behind and pushing back into you. You moaned his name again, cheek squished against the hard tabletop, hands splayed beside your head.

"Diluc! I'm gon- I'm gonna c-" you desperately tried to choke out, feeling another strong orgasm coming on as the man slammed into you over and over. His tip curved perfectly into your sweet spot, making you arch your back. He groaned again at the feeling of your smooth walls throbbing around him.

"Let go, angel." You heard him murmur behind you. With one loud whine, your walls clamped around him as you creamed all over his cock. He let out a low 'fuck' as he was launched into his own orgasm, burying himself inside of you before filling you up with his seed. You glanced behind you to watch as Thoma coated his own hand with his cum, moaning your name loudly. Childe had also made a mess out of his shirt when he shot his semen in spurts all over it. Zhongli's hand was still working himself under his dress pants — and then you noticed Kaeya. Kaeya hadn't bothered to touch himself at all, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he stood up from his chair while you and Diluc caught your breaths.

"Is it my turn now?" Kaeya mused as he took slow deliberate strides toward you. This was going to be a long night.

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moonvis · 3 years

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Exhausted

Bucky Barnes x reader

Featured characters: Natasha, Wanda

Summary: You’re exhausted from working, and would like to relax and cuddle with your boyfriend. Instead, Natasha convinces you to join a girls night out, which turns out to be a bad idea.

Warnings: migraine, bit of angst, fluff.

"Wait, your zipper's down," Natasha stopped you in your tracks by grabbing your shoulders, zipping your dress properly.

"My bad, thanks Nat," Your response sounded tired.

The two of you were headed for Wanda's room to see in she was ready. Tonight, was girls night out. The last few weeks had been nothing but stress, meetings and solo missions filling your schedule. You could never say no to people, so you tended to overwork by taking on extra responsibility.

Usually, you would spend your little free time in-between sleeping and chilling with Bucky, but the girls had other plans for you this night. Natasha meant; instead of relaxing, you should party your mind away from the stress for once. And because you didn't wanna disappoint the girls, you agreed to go.

While walking down the hallway to Wanda's, Bucky crossed your path. At first he smiled and admired how good you looked in your outfit, but said smile faded when he noticed your tired eyes, "Hey, doll, a quick word?"

You nodded and stopped, signalising for Natasha to continue, "I'll catch up with you." The red head nodded and continued down the hallway. Then you turned to your lover, "What's up?"

Bucky stepped forward and cupped your cheeks in his hands, studying your features, "You look exhausted." You let out a sigh and stepped closer to hug him. You let your head rest on his chest while he wrapped you into his warm embrace. Oh, how you just wanted to cuddle with him right now.

"I'm a little tired, but that's all," You excused. Bucky kissed the top off your head, "You know you don't have to go out if you don't want to. We could cuddle or go to sleep if you'd like." You hadn't admitted to him you wanted to stay in, but he knew you too well.

You loosened the hug a little and looked up at him, "Nah, I'm good. It'll be fun." He gave you a sweet smile before kissing your forehead, "Okay, but just call me, and I'll come pick you up." You gave him a crocked smile and (sadly) left his comfortable embrace, "Thank you, Buck."

The girls night were to take place at a pub, so there was sure to be some pretty drunk dancing along the way. But first; drinks. The second you arrived, Wanda dragged you over to the bar and ordered your first drinks.

In difference from Natasha and Wanda, you wouldn't be drinking much, because you simply 'wouldn't have time for' a hangover. Natasha addressed, "The point of the night was for you to drink your mind away! But you do you."

"Don't worry, I can dance my mind off instead!" You suggested, to witch the girls agreed on and dragged you to the dance floor. One could say you looked rather sexy dancing in your outfits, all three of you. And to be honest, your dancing wasn't all that bad either - yet.

After an hour with drinking and dancing, you grew more tired than earlier, or rather, exhausted. You just didn't want to admit it. You couldn't back out now, especially not with your two overly drunk girl friends who was becoming a hot mess on the dance floor. They needed someone watching them.

Yet again, you managed to give yourself some sort of responsibility.

After a while, you noticed a sketchy looking guy dancing a little too close to Wanda. You groaned out with annoyance and walked over, getting a wide smile from the girl, "Y/n! Dance with me!" You gave her a nod and placed yourself between her and the sketchy man, making him go away eventually.

One hour later, your head was hurting, which you hadn't noticed properly thanks to the loud music. What should you expect from such a loud place? To dampen the pain, you figured one more drink could help distract you, and went to the bar.

"Hey there beautiful." You couldn't even sit down before some random guy tried it with you, "Could I order a drink for you." You turned to him with a forced smile, "No thank you, I'll buy my own."

The man didn't give up that easily and sat himself closer to you, "Come on darling. Let me buy you one drink. One." Once again you put on a smile and declined, "Sorry, but no thank you. I have a boyfriend."

"I can't see any boyfriend by your side. Come on sweetheart." Did he really still think you would say yes? "I'm sorry, but no." Without wanting to deal with him anymore, you jumped off your stool and turned around.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your arm, gripping tightly, "Let go off me." You tried, calmly, without even looking at the guy. When he didn't let go but tightened his grip instead, you snapped. You spun around and punched the man in his face, making him stumble backwards.

As an Avenger you shouldn't exactly punch a citizen, but you just couldn't tolerate him anymore. So, with that you left the crowd of people and loud music, and entered the bathroom.

First now you noticed your weakened vision and headache worsening. Exhausted, you plopped down on a toilet seat and let tears fall freely down your face. You wanted to sleep, to cuddle with your boyfriend, and save you energy for another day of work. This night was only terrible so far.

"Y/n? Darling, are you okay?" You heard Natasha's voice from outside the stall you sat in. She might have been extremely drunk, but when it came to her loved ones she managed to compose herself.

You let out a sob you didn't know you held in and opened the door, "I think I have a migraine." Natasha immediately put her arms around you to rest your weight onto her, "Oh, hun, that sucks. I thought those were long gone." You let out a tired tearful chuckle, "Me too."

The pain in your head started throbbing, making a flow of tears fall down your face. You used to have monthly migraines two years ago when they suddenly stopped, but now, of all times, it decided to come creeping back.

When you started crying, Natasha crouched down and wrapped her arms around you, "Hey, I texted Bucky. Why don't we get out of this loud building and get some fresh air while we wait for him."

Nodding, you let her lead you outside trough an ocean of people. The outdoor space was crowded as well, but at least it was quieter for your head. Once you sat down on a bench, you leaned your head to rest on Natasha's shoulder, "Thank you for helping me Nat."

"Always, Y/n. Now, do you have any other symptoms than a headache?" You had to chuckle a little at the sound of Natasha's voice. You could hear she tried to act natural for your sake, "My vision is blurry, but only my head hurts."

Natasha wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder and lead you to lay down in her lap, "If that's the case; rest your eyes." You couldn't stop the small smile crossing your lips as Natasha cared so well for you, which made your thoughts wander over to your other redheaded friend, "Nat, where's Wanda?"

She could barely hear you, since you mumbled, but she managed to catch a name, "Don't worry, I'll find her when Bucky gets here." And just as she mentioned the soldier’s name, said destressed looking man came rushing down the street towards you.

He was looking around, a frown above his eyes. Natasha brought up her hand and waived for him to see your location, and thankfully, he noticed right away. Natasha didn't even have to tell you he was here, before you heard Bucky's heavy breathing.

Bucky scanned over your body, before looking at Natasha, "Is she okay?" To him, you looked passed out. You could hear the concern in his voice and forced your body to lean up, "M' fine." Your voice was weak, and any person could see you were in pain.

"What? No, she's not. She has a migraine." Natasha informed your boyfriend and forced you to lay back down. In the process, Bucky leaned down in front of you and stoke a thumb over your cheek, "I’m sorry it’s back, doll. What do you say we get you home?"

You gave him a weak smile in response, your eyes still closed. Easily, he lifted you up into his arms and let you lean comfortably into his chest, "Thank you Nat." You didn't listen as the two talked, only relieved Bucky was finally here to bring you home.

Soon, you could hear the music and chattering around the pub vanish, "Buck?" Bucky kissed the top of your forehead, "Shh, don't talk. You should rest. We have a long walk home."

Wait, a long 'walk' home? "Did you run here?" You had to chuckle at the thought, which Bucky did as well. "I ran immediately when Nat texted me... it kind of worried me. Let me just say; Nat is a terrible drunk texter. And I got more nervous since you couldn't text me yourself.” You had no idea what she had written him, but you sure wanted to see when you felt better, “You’re so sweet.”

The whole walk back to the tower was filled with Bucky kissing the top of your head and telling you about his day to entertain you. Along the way, you passed out sleeping.

You didn't notice you were back in your bed until Bucky stroke his thumb across your cheek, whispering, "Hey, baby, I'm sorry to wake you but you need to take your medicine before you go to sleep. And I brought you a glass of water as well."

"Thank you Buck." You mumbled and let him help you lean up, by placing a hand on your back. When you had taken your migraine medicine and swallowed the glass of water, you leaned back into your pillow, but pulled Bucky with you, "Cuddle with me."

Bucky chuckled and laid down next to you, letting you rest your aching head on his chest, "Get some rest doll." No matter how shitty you felt before, Bucky's embrace made you feel better. Gently, he started massaging your head, making your body relax to the point where you couldn’t keep your eyes open. "I love you Buckaroo." You said barely above a whisper before drifting off to sleep.

When you woke up the next day, a headache was still present in your head. Thankfully, milder than the day before. You let out a yawn and looked up to see Bucky’s sleeping features. The two off you were still cuddled up together from the night before.

You could admire the sight of Bucky for hours. You were so grateful for a guy like him. Just from the events last night, you could feel how much he cared about you. He had been worried, gentle, loving, caring and protective all at once. The man fucking ran to the pub and carried you all the way back home.

After a short while, Bucky woke up, blinking his eyes before meeting yours, “Mornin’ doll. How’re you feeling?” Bucky brought his had up to caress your cheek in the process, making a soft smile cross your lips, “M’ better at least. Thank you for coming last night.”

“Of course. You were exhausted before you left, so I was prepared.” Bucky placed a kiss on top of your head, “And before you can comment on your exhaustion; you’ll take the next days off. No working.”

“But--” You tried but the man cut you off with a serious tone. “No, but’s. You’re going to relax.” You knew there was no arguing about your health when it came to Bucky, so you just agreed and let out a sigh, thinking about last night in the process.

You thought back to when Bucky arrived to bring you home, his heavy breathing as if he had been in a fight against 100 Hydra agents. And when you leaned against his chest when he carried you home, his heartrate beating as if he had experienced the worst jump scare of his life.

“Hey, Buck, what did Nat text you yesterday?” You looked up at him and noticed slight embarrassment in his expression, only making your curiosity grow.

Bucky laughed nervously while stretching for his phone, unlocking it for you to read, “Let me say this again; her texting worried me. I thought something terrible had happened.” You couldn’t understand what the redhead had written but burst out laughing while reading the messages.

Nat: Y/n sp dayin help

Nat: no

Nat: paim

Nat: dead

Nat: sorry

Bucky: What are you trying to say? Is Y/n okay?

Nat: hurry

*3 missed calls from Bucky Barnes*

Natasha really was a terrible drunk texter. Even you could have done better trough your blurred vision last night.

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Can I request a Compress x Reader? Babytrapping + Breeding?

Ohhh interesting, of course you can! I rarely write for the villains so this will be fun. You didn’t specify but because baby trapping I did fem!reader. I also just realized you might’ve meant reader baby trapping Compress but I wrote Compress baby trapping reader so I hope that’s what you wanted 😅

The following request contains dark content. Check the warnings before reading

Warnings for vomiting, pregnancy, manipulation, non-violent sexual assault (baby trapping), breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), minor dumbification? (reader is very no thoughts, head empty during the smut), minor size kink, minor pain kink

Three years.

Three years together and yet you never would’ve guessed that your boyfriend is the notorious Mr. Compress of League of Villains infamy.

You first met Atsuhiro while working at a hole in the wall theater company. He came up to you after performing one night and had been so effortlessly charming that you’d instantly been put under his spell. He was more intelligent than all of your exes combined and could make you laugh like no one else could. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall totally and completely for the charming man you met that night.

But all of that came crashing down around you when he came home from a “business trip” with a prosthetic arm and no amount of half-assed excuses about an accident on stage could assuage your suspicions. He managed to dodge a confrontation with you for almost a week before you’d finally put the final pieces together and went to him to demand an explanation.

“You’re a terrorist Atsu!”

“That’s just what the heroes want you to think my love, don’t fall for their propaganda.”

“It’s not propaganda it’s just a fact! People have died because of your actions!”

“And how many more have suffered or died because of heroes and the society they created.”

“You’re deflecting. I have always indulged your rants about hero society but this is too far! The man I fell in love with would never stoop to this level!”

Atsuhiro crosses the room to you in two quick strides, cradling your face gently with his hand while you feel the cool metal of his other find your hip, fingers slipping under your shirt.

“I’m still the man you fell in love with (y/n), I can assure you of that,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“How could that possibly be?”

“Let me show you.”

He pulls you into a gentle kiss, reassuring in its care. As his lips move against yours, gently coaxing them to open so he can deepen the kiss and slip his tongue inside, you struggle to maintain your earlier anger. It’s a distraction and you know it is but it’s hard to resist as he starts to move you both back towards your bedroom. He makes quick work of your clothes and by the time your back hits the plush of your mattress you’re both already naked. His mouth finally releases yours to travel down your body, leaving bruises in his wake as he marks you as his.

“Atsu, wait we should, ah-” you start but he quickly shushes you before licking a long stripe up your waiting sex.

“Just relax Angel, let me take care of you. Let your thoughts drift away,” he all but purrs.

You try to focus on the conversation you know the two of you need to have but it slips from your fingers like grains of sand as he brings one hand to your swollen clit and starts rubbing slow circles. Your hands tighten in the sheets as he draws a low, keening whine out of you. His hazel eyes dance with smug satisfaction as he watches you try and fail to form a coherent thought. He doesn’t let up the pressure on your clit for even a moment as he drops his mouth to your waiting cunt and plunges his tongue inside. Your hand flies down to his curly hair on impulse, tangling in the brown locks and gripping tight. Your nails scratch along his scalp and your tight grip tugs at the roots of his hair but he loves the pain of it, knows it’s a sign he’s doing well as he brings up his free hand to add two fingers inside you as well. After so long together he knows your body just as well as you do and it takes no time at all for him to find that one spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Your climax builds and builds until you finally crash through the peaks of your pleasure, walls fluttering around your lover’s tongue and fingers as he coaxes you through your orgasm.

You’ve barely had time to recover from your orgasm before you can feel his erection pressing at your entrance. “W-wait, Atsu, condom,” you pant, shifting in the bed to reach for the bedside drawer but Atsuhiro stops you. “We don’t need it baby, wanna feel closer to you,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your face as he eases you back down to laying flat on the bed. “But what if-” “You’re on birth control right?” he cuts you off. “I mean yea but-” “Then it’ll be fine, you worry too much.”

Any further protests you might’ve had are immediately silenced as a snap of your boyfriend’s hips has the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. You gasp as your body attempts to adjust to his girth. “You’re taking me so well baby, isn’t this so much better? Feel how close we are. Nothing between us, just as it should be,” he coos and it does feel good, good enough that despite the voice in your head telling you you should be cautious, you only nod and beg for more. The grin Atsuhiro gives you is almost blinding right before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you greedily as he slowly withdraws his hard cock before pushing back inside you again. You whimper and whine into his mouth as he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust more brutal than the last. Eventually he leans back and away from you, shifting your hips so he can plunge himself in deeper, but with his lips no longer occupied with yours he’s free to let his thoughts spill out and into the room:

“Gonna fill you up so well, fuck, my beautiful Angel.”

“You and me forever baby, gonna look so good round with my kids.”

“Taking my cock so well, can’t wait until you’re full of my seed.”

The words wash over you but barely register. There’s no room in your brain left for anything else as Atsuhiro takes over every corner of it. Language becomes a foreign concept to you, barely able to articulate your own pleasure in more than the sinful sounds dripping from your lips, let alone trying to process your boyfriend’s ramblings. His thrusts start getting sloppier as he brings one hand between you both to stroke your clit and push you over the edge with him. “I’m so close angel, I’m so close. Cum with me. Want you to finish with me while I stuff you full of my cum,” he pants and all you can do is nod as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. As you clench harder around him he goes toppling over the edge first, crying out your name as he spills his load inside you. You never would’ve anticipated enjoying it so much but it’s that feeling that sends you over the edge, falling apart around his cock as he finishes filling you with his cum.

He helps you come down from your high with sweet kisses and whispered words of encouragement, but as the haze of lust fades, you start to remember the fight you both were having before. As much as you would like for this to be the kind of thing you can just kiss and make up over, it’s not and you know it’s a conversation that needs to be finished. Looking at your boyfriend as he settles more comfortably on top of you though, you can’t bring yourself to ruin the moment. Sleep is weighing heavy on your eyelids anyway so you resolve yourself to bring it up the next day.

Except the next day ends the same way.

And the day after that.

And the day after that…

Every time you try to bring back up Atsuhiro’s secret double life as Mr. Compress he manages to distract you just long enough to get you back into bed. At first you tell yourself it’s not a big deal that the conversation’s been delayed a couple days, but then it turns into a week. A week of very hot sex, mind you, but if the existence of Atsuhiro’s double life was a red flag then certainly his insistence on avoiding discussing it is an even larger one. After two weeks you finally resolve yourself to talking to him the next morning over breakfast, no distractions and no avoiding the issue with sex. Cooking helps with your nerves, giving you something to do with your hands and a task to focus on to help you ignore your roiling stomach. You end up making almost an entire breakfast buffet by the time Atsuhiro emerges from your shared bedroom to join you in the kitchen.

He barely has time to tell you good morning before you’re rushing him to the table and setting plates full of food down. You know you have to tread carefully so you use the time you both spend eating to organize your thoughts. This time for sure you’ll talk to him. You finally open your mouth to confront Atsuhiro once and for all but as you feel bile start to crawl up your throat what comes out instead is “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

No sooner have you said the words are you shoving away from the table and rushing into the nearest bathroom. You get to the toilet just in time, fingers clutching the rim of the bowl as you violently eject the contents of your stomach into the water below. It burns your throat coming up and your eyes sting, but a warm, comforting presence is by your side in an instant, one hand coming up to rub your back gently as the other pulls your hair away from your face. Only once your stomach is thoroughly emptied does the heaving finally stop and you’re able to sit back and catch your breath. “Are you ok my love? What’s wrong?” Atsuhiro asks with gentle care as he pulls you close. You shake your head, unsure yourself of what had turned your stomach. Sure, you were nervous to talk to Atsuhiro but not that nervous. It can’t have been something you ate since all you’d had was the breakfast you made and you know everything was cooked properly. You rack your brain for an answer only to go rigid when you start to settle on one.

“Atsu what’s the date?”

“The 22nd baby, why?”

Your blood runs cold.

You’d been so preoccupied with figuring out things with Atsuhiro that you hadn’t even noticed how much time was slipping past but there’s no doubt about it. Your period is two weeks late.

“I think I need to go to the doctor,” you whisper. No way in hell you’ll leave this up to a drugstore test. There must be another explanation for your sudden nausea. Sure, you and Atsuhiro had pretty much abandoned condoms. Every time you started to reach for one, he’d remind you how good it felt not to use one the first time and convince you to forgo it again. But you’re on birth control! This isn’t supposed to be possible.

God bless him, Atsuhiro doesn’t press you any further on why exactly you want to go to the doctor instead of trying to find something at home to settle your stomach. He simply helps you off the floor and then grabs the keys to your car so he can drive you to the doctor himself. You’re incredibly grateful that he doesn’t seem to share your nerves. He’s a calming presence next to you as your anxiety kicks into overdrive.

You’d asked Atsuhiro to take a seat without you while you checked into the urgent care. You didn’t want him to hear you describe your symptoms to the nurse waiting there. The kind woman immediately suspects the same thing you do and leads you to the bathroom so you can pee in a cup. She’s sympathetic and reassuring as she tells you to return to the waiting room while the doctor runs the pregnancy test but it does little to soothe your frayed nerves. The air in the waiting room feels oppressive and when your name is finally called to go back and see the doctor, Atsuhiro’s hand in yours is probably the only thing that keeps you grounded. You take a seat on the examination table and instead of moving to sit down in one of the chairs in the room, Atsu stays by your side, whispering reassurances into your ear. “Whatever’s going on I’m here for you my love.”

The doctor strides into the room shortly afterwards, greeting you warmly even if somewhat absentmindedly as she moves to the computer to check for your details. She confirms your date of birth and then after scrolling for a bit her eyes finally land on the results of your test. She smiles and your heart sinks. “Well it looks like congratulations are in order, you’re pregnant!” she exclaims, beaming at you. A lump forms in your throat as tears threaten to fall, anxiety making your hands shake as the weight of the situation starts to crash down on you. The doctor misinterprets your reaction and as she leaves the room to get you pamphlets on what to expect and how best to take care of yourself during your pregnancy, her reassuring words that promise you’ll make a great mother are anything but.

As soon as the doctor leaves the room you break, tears cascading down your cheeks as your chest heaves. Atsuhiro pulls you into his embrace, letting you fall apart in his arms as you come to terms with the news. “I’m not ready to be a mom, I can’t do it on my own,” you cry, hands clenching onto his shirt. “I know my love, I know, but you’ll never be alone as long as you have me. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he assures you, pulling you in even closer.

As you continue to cry into his chest, murmuring hiccuping thank you’s between heaving sobs, Atsuhiro can’t help but smile to himself.

He’ll have to remember to thank Dr. Garaki for the fake birth control pills later.

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kookscrescent · 3 years

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A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up (m) │ pjm

❒ pairing: jimin x female reader ❒ summary: jimin’s desperation leads to a fuck up. ❒ prompt: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that's not fucking good!" and "Fuck! I'm not on the pill!" ❒ rating: nc-17, 18+ ❒ genre: smut, pwp ❒ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing, accidental creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking, crying, Jimin is neeedyyyy for that puzz puzz ❒ word count: 3.1k │ unedited ❒ release date: may 8th 2021 ❒ disclaimer: This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

The door to your bedroom barely has a chance to close properly before Jimin has you pressed flat against the wall. The coldness of the exposed brick wall has goosebumps rising on your rapidly heating skin, and you shudder at the contact.

But you don’t care. All you can think about is the way Jimin feels pressed against your body – the hard panels of his toned chest and abdominal muscles, not to mention his hard length growing against your leg.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you and Jimin have had sex! He’s been extremely busy with recording for the new album, and his schedule is almost jammed packed every day, and on the rare occasion that he has a few hours of free time, you would much rather have him spend it on catching up on some rest.

But something had come over him the minute he opened your front door and stepped inside. Like you normally would, you’d yelled out a hello to him, letting him know you were in the kitchen, with your hands buried in the dirty dish water as you were cleaning the few dishes you had neglected since the day before. You hadn’t heard him call back a hello to you like he normally would, but you thought he might just be tired and didn’t really think anything of it. However, you did hear him entering the kitchen and stopping just behind you. About to ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted you to make him something, you’d dried your hands on the nearest rag, but you didn’t even manage to get a proper look at him before his hands were in your hair and his lips were claiming yours in a hard kiss.

It took your breath away. Literally. The rag fell to the floor without a sound and without pulling away to question his sudden behavior you grabbed his face in your hands, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and stepped forward, pushing his chest and pelvis against your body. he was hot and cold at the same time. His clothes cold from the slight breeze outside, but his hands and lips warm and hot against your skin.

Things escalated pretty quickly from that point and you honestly can’t really remember the journey from the kitchen to your bedroom. Every breath you each take is rushed and breathy, and all you seem to recall is hands frantically trying to remove pieces of clothing and said clothing landing haphazardly on the floor in a line behind you. Hard and wet kisses to your lips and neck, and your hands desperately trying to undo the string on Jimin’s joggers.

At this point you’ve both managed to get each other undressed, both of you now lying naked on the bed, Jimin hovering above you, your legs caging him in and his hard cock resting between your soaked folds as he slowly grinds himself against you. Your mouths are a hot mess, lips slipping and sliding over each other and your tongues erotically dancing.

It’s like all hell have broken loose and the both of you have just lost it. You have no idea what has spurred on his sudden desperate need to claim you, but you can’t say that you mind one bit. You’re equally as desperate to have him, not having felt him inside of you for almost three weeks!

Throwing your head back, you groan as the tip of his cock nudge your clit. “Shit, that feels so good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You find his eyes, hoping to god he won’t stop moving against you.

He leans down for another kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your sweet pussy!” He rumbles, lifting to his hands so he can watch his cock effortlessly slid between your folds, your slick coating every thick inch of him. “Fuck, I need to taste you baby.”

With a jerk he moves down your body, your legs automatically parting wider to make room for him. Once settles between your legs, Jimin looks up at you from under lust clouded eyes, his pupils so dark and intense that you become slightly nervous. Pressing a kiss to the juncture of your thigh, he gently and ever so slowly runs the tip of his pointer finger down your slit, collecting your juices before sucking his finger clean.

He groans and you almost dissipate on the spot. His finger returns to your heat as another kiss is pressed to the juncture of your thigh. He repeats his previous action – running his finger down your slit, collecting your arousal, but he stops at your entrance, teasingly circling your hole. He pushes in just an inch before retreating and you mumble a frustrated please. You lock eyes, just as a second finger joins the first and he pushes in all the way to his knuckles.

Your head hits the pillows in a sigh of relief. He pushes in and out of you in a slow and tantalizing rhythm. It has your head swimming, and you need more.

“Please Jimin, please! Don’t tease me.”

“Don’t tease you baby?” he repeats and following with a kiss right above your clit. “Why not?”

Arrogant shit, you think!

“It’s been so long…” you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillows when he begins to pick up the pace. “Make me cum!”

“Hmmm,” he places another kiss above your clit, so close to touching but never enough to give you the relief you want. He begins scissoring his fingers inside of you, and the familiar fire starts in your stomach. “Want me to make you cum with my mouth babygirl?”

You nod frantically! “Yes yes yes ye- ahhhh!” You’re abruptly cut off by the feeling of Jimin’s tongue finally making contact with your clit. He gently licks it – long fat swipes with his warm tongue.

The sounds coming out of you is only spurring him on. Two fingers turn to three and he sucks your clit so violently it has your hips rising from the bed. He easily folds one arm across your lower abdomen, holding you down as he continues to suck.

The fire picks up, and your cries grows louder and louder with each suck of his mouth and each thrust of his fingers. You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever wanted, no needed, to cum so desperately. You can almost taste the release on your tongue. So close.

You can feel how eager Jimin is to make you explode on his tongue as well. He pushes the entirety of his face into your soaked pussy. His tongue working you so feverishly, his nose bumping your sensitive clit.

You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into you and he groans in respond. The vibration sending a wave of tingles through your clit and all the way down to your toes, making them curl. You feel like your brain is no longer connected to the rest of your body, your legs and hips having a life of their own – bucking wildly against his face, trying to reach your high.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he reaches up to press your hips to the bed with both of his hands, making you completely immobilized.

You’re about to whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, but Jimin is quick to replace them with his fat tongue instead.

“Ah…ah Jimin- oh god!” You moan.

He continues his feast. Slurping and sucking every inch of your wet pussy. You’re so close, so fucking close to cumming, every nerve in your body is on high alert, ready to explode in a fit of euphoria.

Jimin moans between your legs. Loving the way your sweet juices cover his face and tongue. If he’s not careful, the mere taste of you on his tongue combined with the way you sound when you’re losing control, he could probably cum.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You plead, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp, yanking at his hair.

He doesn’t stop. Jimin keeps going, your moaning pleas urging him to go even faster, and he throws his fingers back into the equation. Plunging two fingers into your tight hole and working them at the same fast rhythm as his tongue on your clit.

When your grip on his hair becomes almost too painfully tight, he knows your cumming.

“Shit shit shit shit shit! Ohhhhhhh…!!”

He keeps lapping up every inch of you until he’s sure you’ve ridden out every small inch of your orgasm. Only when your hands fall limply to the bad, does he ease up.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way back up your body. He seems just as out of breath as you are, but you can tell that he’s no way near finished with you.

And you would be sourly disappointed if he were.

“God you’re so hot!” Jimin breaths, lips hovering above yours, barely touching. He thumbs your lower lip, drawing it down before flicking his tongue across it. Locking his eyes on yours, he holds your gaze as he works his hips between your legs.

Supporting himself on one elbow, he lets the other arm travel behind your body to roughly grab onto your ass cheek, squeezing it tightly as he grinds his pelvis against you, letting his pelvis rub against your still sensitive clit as his cock is nestled deep inside of you.

Lifting, you reach for his mouth, your breast pressing against his sweaty chest. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly begins drawing back his hips and pushing his cock back inside with a hard thrust. He repeats this several times. Each time pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, he whispers, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard on my cock.”

“Please!”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! God yes!”

He forces one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves to sit on his knees, trapping your remaining leg between his. This automatically causes you to roll to your side, changing the position and making him go deeper.

Fisting the sheets, you hold on for dear life as Jimin begins fucking into you at an almost violent pace. He kisses your shin as he uses your leg as leverage to push himself faster and deeper inside of you.

It’s a bruising pace – hard, fast and rough.

“I-I… Jimin!” You hoarsely call out his name as heat washes through your body and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Shit! Are you gonna cum baby?” His eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows his cock so desperately, your wall tightening and sucking him in. “Fuck you’re getting so tight!” He whines almost painfully.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you like a volcano erupting. Your entire body is convulsing and tingling with the sweet feeling of the release you’ve missed so much. And even when you’re spend and don’t think you can take much more, Jimin keeps going. He fucks you through the waves aftershocks till they subside, and you feel a new knot of fire starting to form.

Your pussy spasms around his cock and it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Oh my fucking god!”

“Fuck! How do you keep getting tighter?!” He throws his head to the ceiling with a deep growl, his fingers digging into your flesh and he slows down to let your both catch your breath.

“Kiss me please,” you manage to stammer out the few words, needing to feel him close to you again.

With your leg still over his shoulder, he leans down on his elbows till he’s able to slot his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. You claim his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as your tongue licking its way inside. It’s wet and messy, and Jimin switches his rhythm to match the pace of the kiss. Slowly, he grinds his hips against yours as your mouths make love. It’s a complete switch of mood from what it was mere seconds ago. But none the less, the know forming in the pit of your stomach keeps on growing.

Jimin pick up the pace once again. Frantically, desperately snapping his hips against yours – the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelch of your juices as the pumps in and out, filling the room.

“Fuck,” he breaths and finds your neck, licking a fat stripe from your ear to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He bits down softly and your face contorts in pleasure, hands scratching down his sweaty back.

You don’t know how he’s able to keep going like this, but you’re not about to tell him to slow down or stop. Not when the tingling feeling of another orgasm starts spreading through your body. But before the feeling can take full flight, Jimin stops to sit up on his haunches, and you whine loudly.

“Noooo!”

He laughs, running a hand through his thick wet locks. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he does. He doesn’t waste a beat and immediately pick up where he left. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes focusing on the way he sinks his cock into your sweet heat, the way you drink up every inch of him. The sight nearly makes him cum on the spot and he has to concentrate real hard not to blow his load inside already. He’s not done with you yet!

Having gone so long without being inside of you, he’s not ready for this to be over!

“Jimin- ah ah ahhhhh- hnnng!” Your back arches off the bed as the crown of his cock rubs against your sweet spot. Jimin responds with his hand on your throat, putting just the right amount of pressure. You can feel your eyes tearing up at the intense amount of pleasure running through your body, he’s everywhere! You can feel him everywhere! And you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take, feeling spend and used after 2 orgasms already.

“Baby please,” you beg him teary eyed. “Need you to cum!”

Jimin shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes as determination takes over his features. “Gonna make you cum again!” he rasps, throwing his other hand into the mix as well – using his thumb to draw harsh circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his touch and the fire in your stomach intensifies to the point of pain. “I-I can’t…” you sob, and you desperately try to find something to grab onto, eventually settling on Jimin’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. You’re sure that will leave a mark in the morning.

“Yes you can!” Jimin growls, teeth biting into his bottom lip and he begins pounding into your so ruthlessly and desperately. He fucks you so hard and fast, that you’re almost positive that the bed will break.

He squeezes your throat a little harder, making the tears stream down your cheeks – wetting the pillow below you.

“Fucking cum! Cum around my cock baby!” he breathes, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks.

The slight change in position, has his cock reaching so deep inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, fingers clawing into Jimin’s back – trying to hold on for dear life as he pounds you to your third orgasm for the night.

“Jimi- fuck…ahhhhhh!” you cry hoarsely, as you cum so hard that spots start dancing in front of your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when Jimin tighten his hold on your throat the slights bit – adding fuel to your already too intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” he grunts, continuing his abuse and fucking you through your orgasm, now chasing his own as well.

“Oh my god, please!”

You’re so desperate to feel him fall apart, to feel him lose control as much as you are. Wrapping yourself around him, you pull him as close as possible, your hands grasping his ass, pushing and pulling him towards you and your hips matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yesssss! Fuck ____, just like that. Just like that,” he chants, and you cry out in relief when you feel his muscles tensing up under your fingers and his cock twitching inside of you as he cums in hot spurts.

He continues to swirl his hips slowly as you both come down from your high. He finds your lips, placing small, sweet pecks of love over and over again as you both try to find your breath.

“That was…” you mumble against his lips.

He cracks a smile, “It was.”

Eventually Jimin stops moving completely, just lying on top of you with his arms caging you in and his hands running lovingly through your sweat soaked hair. You really need a shower before you go to bed. But you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Just kissing and touching each other. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to move once you have to get out of bed, your legs feeling completely numb. But at this rate, you’re not even sure you want to get out of bed at all – the way Jimin feels on top of you, his weight pressing you down, the way his cock feels inside of you and his warm cum still filling your-

“Did you come inside of me?” you ask him abruptly, your eyes going as big as saucers.

He looks down to where your bodies are connected, confused for a second. “Did I? I guess I did.”

“Jimin!” You begin to panic, your voice going up an octave. “Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”

Jimin’s entire body stiffens upon hearing your words. “What?!” He still asks, not sure he heard you right.

“I’m not on the pill right now!”

“What? Why? You’ve always been on the pill!” He says, sitting up and pulling out of you. You wince at the slight sting he leaves behind from pounding you so thorough and good.

“Yes, but remember last month when I had my doctor’s appointment because I was having really bad cramps? She told me to stop taking them for a while to see how my body would respond! I clearly remember telling you this and that you needed to wear condoms!”

“WHAT?!” he practically screeches in disbelief, watching as his cum slowly leaks out of your abused entrance. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that’s not fucking good!”

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