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irisesforyoureyes · 2 years

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i wrote this just now after thinking about it during the entirety of my class. After an exasperating prolonged debate with myself, i have finally decided to post it.

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PERHAPS

She sat with her knees squeezed together at the ivory stairs that led to the entrance of her humble abode and her awning, as usual, bestowed upon its shade to her engrossed figure. The shade, though generally revered, today felt unwelcoming. A cool breeze cut across her cheeks, tinging them a shade of pink and encouraging her mischievous strands of hair that received churlish chidings from her. She couldn't quite read in tranquility if her vision kept being obscured. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as they processed a faint meow that erupted from a nearby alley somewhere. 19 more pages to go she sighed grudgingly. She thought she detected some petrichor in the winds. The month had comprised of blissful weather as the brisk rains were being segued into the serene and scenic autumn breezes. She absolutely cherished the autumn rains. The last chapter of the novel that she had commenced yesterday opened in front of her as she turned the page. A solo drop of rain etched itself on her bare feet. Its loneliness vanquished as its fellow comrades joined it a few seconds apart. She ushered her legs inwards in the awning’s protection. Soon it was a drizzle. As she neared the epilogue, her surroundings and well the world she lived in began appearing tangible and transparent and loud. The bells pressed frequently on the cycle and the footsteps with anklets struck prominently on the pavements. The mellow chirping of the starlings aided in bringing the text to life. Epilogue the text sorrowfully read. A cycle whizzed past her, splashing the contents of a puddle up the rolled sleeves of her shirt. the end marked the novel’s conclusion. She gawked at the blank space beneath, a hopeless portion of her hoping for a ridiculous emergence of some sort of new text. However, gathering her wits, she shut the book close and took in a pronounced breath. She gazed onto the bustling lane, bustling for a lane as her mind tried to contemplate what she had just gone through. People ran through the streets with all odd sorts of articles to cover their heads while the fortunate ones (Britishers) with umbrellas walked in hurried steps, grasping onto any opening they find among not-a-quite-crowd while people on cycle rode through them at a ragged pace. They were machines to her, they would never be able to break free of the chains of monotonousness till be buried with its weight or probably by its weight. In an attempt to disconnect from the real world, she shut her eyelids close and excused her hand of the awning’s shade. Each drop of the frenzied rain on the palm of her hand fueled her attempt until the sound of scurried footsteps broke her free of her trance. Her eyes fluttered open to land on a man dressed in a pair of completely drenched suspenders and trousers on her right who was seeking shade from the rain. He didn't seem to notice the brooding beauty seated at the steps. She made a horrendous effort at clearing her throat but succeeded in grabbed his attention nonetheless. He spun around as she stood from her position. “Oh my apologies. Didn't see you there, I was just waiting for the rain to die down a bit if you don't mind- ” “Its alright, I have no issues,” she responded, smiling at his flustered state. He returned the smile readily. “Is that Jane Eyre?” he questioned as his gaze travelled towards the book in her hand. “You read?” “A little,” he said nonchalantly. “But you have read this one?” she prodded. He nodded his head to which she replied, “Someone with good taste, I see.” “So do you,” he offered. They blabbered on about their shared interest in books for some duration with some occasional laughs thrown in the mix. “Is that yours?” he stated in bewilderment when his sight landed on some assembling parts of a cycle at the end opposite from where they stood. She revolved her neck to connect to what he was saying. “Oh yes,” her eyes widened when she realized what he was talking about. She went after him who had already made his way to the spot. “Genius,” he muttered admiring the intricate design of the vehicle. She did a mock courtesy while pulling the periphery of her kurta downwards. “So, you like reading, mechanics and?” “And?” she posed. “What else do you like?” “And why would I tell you that?” she raised her eyebrows. “I-” he started but traced off because he actually didn’t have any genuine reason. An awkward silence loomed over them before her voice reached his ears, “Swords and Horses. Reading, swords, horses and creating things that quench my brain’s thirst,” His face brightened at her response which soon turned into bafflement when his brain processed the word ‘swords’. She caught the change in his expressions because she demanded, “Would you maybe prefer a demonstration for the same?” “I think, I think I will survive thankyou,” he put his hands up in surrender. “Wise call,” she grinned. They stayed silent for a while, this time much more comfortable with it unlike earlier until he stretched out his hand in front of her, “Ram,” She clasped her fingers around his which were surprisingly warm despite the weather, “Naaz,” She stared into those brown irises. “Pleasure to meet you, Naaz,” he chirped. “I wish I could say the feeling was mutual,” she quipped. Ram was compelled to roll his eyes at that. The rain had lessened to a drabble by now. “You live nearby?” she asked. “You can say that. Not so far from the next chowk,” He added, “And I'm assuming you live here?” he quizzed. “Well aren't you somewhat of a genius yourself?” she remarked with heavy sarcasm laced in it. He shook his head, the plastic laugh soon turning real with crinkles forming at the sides of his eyes. Naaz accompanied his laughter. The sun emerged triumphantly from behind the clouds and the rain was slayed to almost nil. The crowd had again gained its momentum. “I better head back home now,” he turned to her with a slight hint of reluctance in his tone. “Yes of course I totally forgot,” she chuckled. He stepped down from the platform with his wet hair still stuck to his forehead. “See you around, perhaps?” his relaxed demeanor betrayed the pleading behind his question. “Perhaps,” she said as a smile etched upon her face. He walked backwards facing her, dramatically waving her goodbye and turned his back. Her eyes held onto those dazzling brown of his eyes long after they disappeared in the midst of the mass, that hopeless portion of her clinging onto the perhaps.

I have never uploaded my writing here before so i was very nervous but its too late for regrets now.

tagging some gorgeous babes who motivated me: @aurora2238 @rambheem-is-real @seherie @manwalaage @redirection04 @contemporarykafka @maraudersfansassemble @thewinchestergirl1208 @eremin0109

so sorry if i forgot anyone else<3

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sorryimanon · 4 years

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Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Parings: Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, characters are in their third year.

Word Count: 5.4K

The two honor students of UA so happen to be childhood enemies. During the succession that is exams, Y/N is determined to beat Bakugou.

Exam season has commenced on the campus of U.A. Students woke up in a frenzied state, slightly nervous to the late night studying they’ll endure for the weeks to come. Not enough caffeine can energize them to be in complete motivation mode. A couple of students have taken the leisure of paying those to exchange notes, considering most of the questions will be going over every little detail in each subject. The exams don’t begin till next week, but a few of the honor students have already hit the books, not once indulging in a break or two till the sun sets. One of those students just so happen to be you, an inspiring young hero with the hunger for being on top of everything. Ever since middle school, teachers would constantly praise you on your performance during tests. It was no surprise to anyone when you aced the entrance exam to U.A, a remarkable score leading you closer to reaching your dream. Although your scores on every test was superb, someone else would occasionally steal the spotlight with by topping your score. That person in particular has been tailing behind you ever since middle school, another honor student who also attends U.A as well. Did you mention he also is in the same hero course as you?

Katsuki Bakugou is his name. A name that burns the tip of your tongue whenever you gave roll call alongside Iida. The man is a ball of pure fury. He exuded nothing but anger and hostility whenever he’s in a room. Despite his aggressive exterior, Katsuki is an avid academic student who manages to score excellent grades in each of his classes. For the past 3 years of attending U.A, you two are considered the star studded scholars, never once failing a test, midterm, pop quiz , you name it! Now with your hero course almost coming to an end, you were determined to at least score the highest result this exam season, leaving Bakugou in the dust with his inadequate score. Maybe have him crying in the corner would suffice the drawn out rivalry you two established. No one verbally said it was an all out war between you two, but everytime those test results are posted on the board, everyone steered clear for the both of you to silently react. Everyone awaits for the day when one of you finally snaps and start clawing at each other. But alas, only the mere exchange of a side eye and a curt nod. Deep down you do want to slap the smirk that always resides on his face during those moments, showing him you weren’t just going to let him win by smarts.

That’s why now you sit alone on the cushioned couch in the commons area, books sprawled around you like a protective barrier. You had your eyes glued to a textbook about the history of quirks and their physiology, a class in which you needed to spend studying the most for. It’s been a a few hours into your little study session, and you were beginning to feel the drag of how much you needed to actually work on. All this including your current homework and your mandatory internship studies at an agency. It was all too much to handle. So, maybe you do deserve a break.

Pushing the book aside, you stretched out your cramped up arms and sigh in relief. In the corner of your eye you spot a familiar head of ashy blonde walking into the commons room, books and notebooks crammed into his armpit while holding what seems to be an energy drink. Your eye twitched watching him plop down onto the couch across from you, never once paying attention to your presence. Katsuki then rests his bare feet on the wooden coffee table, opening one of his textbooks with the swipe of his thump. For some odd reason, this really riled you up. And it was clear Katsuki noticed too.

“Am I bothering you? Hm?” He smugly asked, eyes not wavering from the text before him.

You scoffed.

“No. Just, don’t speak while I’m trying to study okay?”

He clicked his tongue at you.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re studying to me. Looks like you’ve given up already. What gives?”

His comment made you even angrier.

“Given up? Kacchan, you’ve barely started.”

Looking up, you can see a faint vein forming against the temple of his forehead. His fists clenched tightly, crumpling the sides of the textbook. His eyes now were averted to yours. The crimson death glare, you’d call it.

“I was training with Kirishima, dumbass. So of course I couldn’t hop onto my studies earlier,” he started. Katsuki opens his energy drink with one finger, the pop of the air leaving the can satisfying to your ears, and took a swing of it. “Also, don’t ever fucking call me that. If I hear it from your mouth again I won’t hesitate to use my quirk on you.”

An intriguing idea. Usually you’d be the one to threaten your enemy, but Katsuki like always beat you to the punch.

“No thanks, I’d rather be harassed by grape juice than be blasted from the likes of you,” the taunt in your voice triggered something within Katsuki, causing him to tense up in pure anger. “Besides, I’m planning on studying all day till my eyes fall out. So don’t expect me to leave this spot.”

His smirk was soon on full display, uncrossing his legs to lean forward so he can rest his elbow on his knee.

“Oh really? Just so you know we have an early training tomorrow in preparation for our final exam. Wouldn’t want ya to, cha know, fail?” He didn’t even sound slightly concern for yourself and your future study habits, you can tell he wishes for you to fuck up your sleeping schedule to miss the important training in the morning.

“I have an alarm set on my phone so I don’t miss my beauty rest. Wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity of kicking your ass tomorrow,” you held your mobile device triumphantly, waving it back and forth to mock him.

With the roll of his eyes, Katsuki returned back to his studies, leaving you to sadly resume as well. Before he entered the commons area, you were about to head into your dorm room to take a nap, but now you were obligated to stay put without letting him think you’re already burnt out.

Silently, you both continued on with the unspoken competition.

Evening struck quicker than you expected, cascading the soft glow of the painted sky through the windows, illuminating both you Katsuki in a pink hue. Thankfully, Katsuki took your words into consideration and never spoke to you during the session, giving you an easy feeling of relaxation without him making it another competition.

Already you finished your notes for advance foreign language, quirk physiology, and mathematics. So far, you were ahead of everyone else, with the exception of Katsuki. Occasionally, you’d catch yourself glancing over at him working intensively in his small corner, highlighting and jotting down every minuscule detail in his notebook. This was your first time witnessing how Katsuki studies. To your disappointment, his regime was nothing out of the ordinary. Then how the fuck does he manage to score high grades? It simply baffled you.

A stampede of footsteps was to be heard coming from the hallway leading to the commons area. After what seems to be years, you cranked your head away from your notebook to see Kirishima and the rest of the gang marching towards the direction of both you and Katsuki, who was currently shooting daggers at the group of friends. The red head was the first to speak out of the four of them.

“Aye Bakubro! Wanna skip the studying for a little and eat with us at NoodleShop?” His smile gleamed brightly, showcasing his shark incisors.

“Y/N you too! Come join us. I’ll pay!” Mina chimed in.

Noodles sounded pretty appetizing right about now. You skipped out on lunch, too engrossed on the idea of getting a head start for the exams. Now you regret the decision of leaving your stomach on empty.

But you still had so much left to do. And knowing Katsuki’s competitive nature, he wasn’t going to move an inch from his spot.

“It’s okay Mina, I uh- already ate a big meal awhile ago,” you dismissed her, patting your belly to show you were indeed, full.

As if on cue, a loud growl erupted from the depths of your stomach, the noise reverberating across the soundless space. Denki and Sero both snickered.

To your amazement, Katsuki got up from the couch and trailed over to the group, slipping on his red hoodie that was draped on the arm rest. He took a quick glimpse at you and smirked over his shoulder.

“Watch my things for me will ya, extra?” And with that they all left the area as a group.

You huffed in defeat and stared back at your jumbled pile of notes, the writing transcending from neat to sloppy text. At least you don’t have an explosive blonde sharing the same air as you for now. You reached into your bag and grabbed another textbook, this one being more heftier than the others.

“Oh well, more time for studying...” you said to yourself as you skimmed through the pages of Hero First Aid: Volume 6.

The beautiful spring sky soon was replaced by the expanse of darkness, the twinkle of the bright stars catching your eyes. The moon alone helped cast a sheen of light, allowing you to work in the dimly lit up space. Bakugou didn’t return to retrieve his stuff, all of which were sat untouched in a hasty mess. You figure him and the rest of the gang would have been back on campus by now, but everyone in class 1-A have locked themselves in their dorms since lights out will commence in a few. Aizawa has yet to prohibit you from staying past the curfew. As long as you don’t go running among the halls like a lunatic and stay strictly to studying, he’s all game. And that’s exactly what you did.

A couple of students murmured as they passed by you, saying things like “Does she ever have a life” or “All she does is study...no wonder no one has asked her out yet”. As much as the comments sting, you knew they weren’t true to your heart. Last year, someone in class 2-B formally asked you to the dance. To their dismay, you rejected them on the spot. Only because you didn’t have time to date or talk romantically with anyone. It’s a distraction to both your education and future career.

Okay, so maybe they were partially correct. At least you had your first kiss before entering U.A? But the person who stole your kiss was obligated to do so, after being dared by their fellow acquaintances. Nothing more beyond that have you explored with another person.

Submerged in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the presence of the angry blonde, hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie as he strolled to the couch that had all his materials. He began to gather his things when suddenly he freezes, remembering what you said about not moving an inch from your spot. He’s astonished to see you cemented on the same couch, in the same position, notes blanketing your thighs along with the pile books pooling at the edge.

You really are determined to beat him, he thought. Bakugou can’t deny he’s impressed with your ambition and drive to be the best among your peers, even if that means sacrificing basic human needs. Like food and sleep.

Although, looking at you right now in this state, with your eyes threatening to close shut, mouth slightly agape, and hair bunched up in a tight knot, it’s clear you were exhausted. He spoke without realizing it.

“Hey dumbass! The fuck you still doing here, huh? It’s almost lights out.”

His brooding voice startled you awake, causing the papers on your lap to spill on the carpeted floor. Bakugou coughed out a low chuckle, amused by how the mere sound of his voice scares you.

“Oh it’s just you,” you said, disregarding how that could easily irritate him.

“Yeah, it’s me. Anyway you should be getting rest. You’re smart enough to know that, idiot.”

Even though it was a subtle backhanded compliment, you couldn’t help but to appreciate him acknowledging your intellect.

“I can’t. I have to go over my flash cards for mathematics and then finish this week’s homework for tomorrow—.”

“Holy fucking shit shut up. Don’t you realize what you’re doing to yourself right now?” When you didn’t answer, Bakugou slapped his forehead. “You’re gonna burn yourself out dumbass! Then you won’t have any motivation left to study for when the exams are actually starting.”

Stunned, you watch as Bakugou stomps over to where you’re sitting at, crimson eyes never leaving yours. He then props his leg on the cushion next to your trembling thighs, out stretching his arm to grab ahold of something. Too focused on the proximity between you two, it didn’t register that he swiped your flash cards from your hands. What is wrong with him? Does he want to sabotage you this badly before exams?

“Bakugou! Give those back! I need them for my exam on Monday!” you ignored how whiny you sounded, not wanting to give Katsuki the satisfaction he thinks he deserves.

“You really think whining like a bitch will make me hand these over? Think again, dumb-.”

You cut him off with a surprise attack, shoving his entire body to the ground with the force of yours. Bakugou’s arms were pinned above him as you tried to pry the flash cards from his death grip on them. Stubbornly, he wiggles his body to keep you from reaching his arms, almost knocking you off his torso like a bull. Looking down, both of you were in a compromising position. Straddling his hips while he laid lifelessly underneath you, panting like a feral dog. You tried to keep the heat from spreading throughout your body as you felt his groin rub against your sex, but failed tremendously when he can obviously see the prominent blush creeping on your cheeks.

“What the fuck was that all about?! Why are you so adamant about beating me so much!” He yelled directly in your face.

A question that neither of you knew the answer to. Why were you so determined to destroy Bakugou? Shouldn’t a fellow honor student be happy that another is also making their education a main priority? Or maybe there is another underlying reason, something deeper under the dermis of your skin that you couldn’t quite reach.

You further the distance away from his face by leaning backwards, eventually hitting the front of his thighs and kneecaps.

“You don’t understand. I have to be good at everything. I need this in order to be the hero I’ve been wanting to be. Even if that means neglecting my own needs...” you paused, unsure if Bakugou was even listening anymore. “That is, until you came along and ruined everything.”

“Hah?!” His reaction was incredulous.

“Don’t “Hah” me! It’s been your plan all along since middle school to top me at everything. So why me?!”

“Well maybe it’s because I’ve always looked up to you dumbass! Have you ever considered that!”

The words tumbled out of his throat as if he’s been holding off on the sentiment. Bakugou Katsuki, the abrasive yet studious boy, just so happens to admire you? Never it occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, you also strived to be the absolute best solely because of him. The way he strides into a battle with confidence, not an ounce of doubt that he’ll lose. His diabolical strategies that somehow works out in the end. Or the way how underneath that rough exterior, he believes he’ll be the one left climbing to the top, along with his peers. It’s his sticky pride that kept the rivalry between you two so alive. But was it really a rivalry after all this time?

Eyes widen at the confession, you stay frozen on his lap, fingers bunching up the top half of his hoodie. The silence broke Katsuki. For once, he wanted you to at least admit it, that you were also in the same boat as he is right now. So, he hesitantly reaches out and rests his palm against your flushed face, basking in at your sudden reaction to him touching you.

“Why does everything have to be a competition between us?” His soft spoken voice was uncharacteristic for him, you were so used to his gravelly tone after years of being the victim to it.

You felt the traces of his warm finger tips tickling lines on your outer cheek, as if he’s done this before.

“Isn’t that our dynamic? Competitive enemies?” The comment made him quirk an eyebrow at you.

“Enemies? You were never one in my eyes in the first place...” He trailed off, getting distracted by how close you’ve gotten to his face. To his lips.

“Then, what am I to you?” you leaned in closer, hoping to catch a glimpse of something in his eyes. You took notice that his pupils were dilated, making his eyes darker than usual. The hand rubbing lines on your cheek snaked around behind your head, taking full comfort on the base of your neck. The feeling was quite foreign to you. How long you yearned till days on end for someone to touch you tenderly like this. Especially from someone like Katsuki Bakugou.

“Does this answer your question.” Was all he said before smashing his lips to mount yours, the sudden contact making you shiver in his arms.

You felt him breathe out in surprise against your mouth when you took the initiative by swiping your tongue on his bottom lip. The kiss was exquisitely slow and intense. So intense that Bakugou forgot where he even was at the moment, too engulfed at the texture of your tongue asking for entrance. The fingers digging into the back of your neck started to hurt, but you didn’t mind the pain, the pleasure overwhelming all your senses. You can hear the harsh undertones of his breathing every time you slightly moved the lower half of your body.

“Stop moving, idiot,” he said breathlessly.

He knew he was fucked by seeing the smirk forming on your lips.

“Oh, you mean like this?” You then grind your hips in a harsh motion, relishing in the bashful look on Katsuki’s face.

He let his hands go freely, attaching themselves on both sides of your hips, grounding you to stop altogether. He sat in an upright position, encasing you between his legs and hard chest, your legs wrapping around his torso. Any other time it’d be comforting, but right now you felt like a bird trapped in a cage.

“Who knew the good girl would be so disobedient? Kind of hot not gonna lie.” He bent his head to where it was directly hovering over the sensitive spot on your collarbone. “Even when we’re just making out, you have to make everything a goddamn competition huh?”

A gasp left your throat once his tongue licked a clean strip on the surface. He chuckled, loving the feeling of you squirming in his muscular arms and continued the attack on your skin. His feather-like kisses switched to full on feverish sucking and biting. He proceeded to suck on the area, letting go with a definite ‘pop’, then returned back by making out on the bruised skin.

The combination of his tongue, the death grip on your hip, and the bulge protruding from his loose sweatpants was too much stimulation already. Before you knew it, Katsuki abruptly stood up from the floor, along with you, and placed you back on the plush couch. Your legs were wide open, giving him a good view of your white panties beneath the school skirt. You clamped your legs together after seeing the blonde lick his lips at the sight.

“D-Don’t be such a pervert,” you squeaked out.

That didn’t stop him from slipping his hand in between the crack of your legs, spreading them wider than before.

“Stop lying to yourself. You’ve imagined me between these thighs haven’t you?” The silence following his question was enough to suffice him. “Such a naughty girl.” Those crimson eyes stared straight ahead as he tugged your panties down a notch.

Here?! Right now? Why couldn’t he reside both of you in his dorm? It was literally at the end of the hallway. Plus, the thought of your teacher, Aizawa, catching you would be mortifying.

Your hand quickly latched itself around Katsuki’s forearm, halting him from proceeding his lustrous actions.

“What are you doing?! We could get caught you idiot!”

Katsuki grins and says, “You’re right. We need to find a way to shut you up.” Without preamble, he practically ripped the thin panties with sheer ferocity, causing you to yelp. You were about to scold him for ruining your favorite pair when said panties got shoved into your open mouth. “Remember, don’t want to get us caught right? Now be the good girl like you are and stay quiet for me.” Obediently you nodded at his order and prayed that whatever he’s going to do to you won’t be too much.

Katsuki hummed, obviously pleased at how well you’re going along with this. He wonders how far you’ll go till you break. With the swipe of his tongue, Katsuki dragged it up and down on the opening of your drenched sex. You mewled at the new sensation, legs already trembling as he his own salvia covered your folds. He bit and nibbled on the sweet spot, the clit, and lapped a few lazy strokes with his pointer finger in circular motions. Before you could stop him, he inserted the lubricant finger into your hole slowly, pumping it a couple of times to get you loosened up. Muffled moans perked up the ears of Katsuki. Looking up, he saw the beautiful sight of your eyes rolled behind your head along with the familiar tint of red on your cheeks. Just like the secretive slut you truly are, you swayed your hips to create more friction. Katsuki acknowledged your needy movements and dipped his head between your legs again, returning back to kissing your sex open mouthed. The lewd noises of him sucking on your wetness elicited a long drawn out moan from you, making Katsuki’s own cock twitch at the glorious sound.

“You’re so fucking cute like this. Almost coming from just my tongue and fingers. Fucking slut,” he said between suctions. “God, what were we thinking...we could’ve just resolved our issues like this every time.”

You grabbed a handful of his spiked up hair and raised his head away from your lower region. While doing so, you spit out the soaked clothed panty from your mouth, letting it drift off to the floor.

“Just s-shut up and do something about m-me,” you manage to croak out. You flicked your eyes on Katsuki and to the hand buried inside your skirt.

“Ah, want more than just my fingers? Could’ve just said so. Why are you being so quiet with your needy demands, babe?”

This newfound nickname plucked a heart sting within you. You shook off his snarky comment and stood up from the couch. If it’s a competition he wants, then it’s a competition he’ll get.

“Take off your pants and sit on the couch.”

Craning his head back, his own roar of a laughter bounced across the quiet room. Laughter dying down, his expression changed seeing how serious you actually were.

“Tch. Whatever you say dumbass. Don’t want you to explode on me now.”

He did as you said and removed the article of clothing, leaving him in nothing but his red boxer briefs. The bulge grew bigger the longer you stared at it. He laid back on the plush cushion and rested his arms behind his head.

“Alright, I’m waiting Y/N,” he taunted you.

One by one, you unbutton your school uniform and let it fall off your shoulders, along with your plaid skirt pooling at your ankles. Arms crossed on your chest you tower over Katsuki, who was surprisingly not staring at your goods, but your eyes. Beckoning you forward with his glare, you straddle him immediately, hands resting on his broad shoulders.

My, all these years of being in the same class and never once did you take advantage of appreciating how chiseled he looked in his hero costume. Sometimes you’d glance his way or pretend to be busy, but really, you wanted to see him in action. The way how his muscles would contract with each swing or punch. It was enough to make a girl swoon. Now you were swooning for sure. On his lap to be precise.

“Oi, you gonna do something nerd? My cock isn’t going to finish off itself.” His voice snapped you back to reality.

It took a few minutes, but you were finally hovering over the tip of his throbbing member, the glistening of his pre-cum coating your fingers. You teased him by rubbing just the tip against your entrance, lubricating the member even more. He tried to muffle his whines, but failed tremendously after feeling his tip graze your sex. Both of you were heavily now, anticipation radiating off of your sweaty bodies. Tenderly, you kissed him open mouth while sheathing yourself on his cock.

“Holy shit, holy fuck fuck fuck,” the vulgar words spilled from his mouth against yours as you bottomed out. You stayed in that position. Still unsure what to do and what you got yourself into. Pretty sure you’re torturing Katsuki by the minute.

“F-Fucking move," He growled in your ear.

Leaning in closer you whisper, “You have to beg for it then.” You nibbled the loose skin on the bottom of his ear and tugged it gently.

“Hell no! God-fucking-damnit don’t make this a competition right now Y/N.” The palm of his abnormally large hand pushed your face away from his. You giggled.

“C’mon Bakugou, there’s no harm in it. Just say please?”

“Fuck you shitty woman...”

“That’s not begging,” you pouted.

He pursed his lips. Bakugou admittedly is getting more turned on by the minute, and not just because you were practically inside him.

“P-Please fucking move. I w-want you to fuck me so bad you have no idea. Please Y/N...”

Smiling, you raised your hips to where the veins on the side of his member scraped the walls within you. It made your cunt twitch in pure ecstasy. Slowly, you lowered yourself back down, only this time you weren’t stagnant. You repeated the same vertical movements, clashing your hips with his. Bakugou titled his head back on the couch, degrading sentiments leaving his mouth as his hands grasped the sweaty flesh of your ass, squeezing it harshly every time you bounced on his dick. The tip of his member taking your breath away as it prodded the spongy walls.

“Yes- oh fuck yes. Ngh, keep doing that. Yeah like that. Hah-fuck, don’t stop,” he said between the constant panting.

Due to your rapid bouncing, your boobs were flailing in the air, occasionally hitting Bakugou in the face. Katsuki took matters into his own hands and latched his mouth around one of your perked nipples. You squealed at the sudden sensation.

“B-Bakugou...don’t do that...it’ll make me come faster,” you moaned as he grazed his teeth on your taut nipple.

For revenge, he tugged back the areola till it reached a few centimeters from your chest. Painful yes, but you couldn’t deny it felt amazing. He quickly let go and returned to sucking on the tit, lathering it up with his own spit. All the while you were riding him till the muscles and tendons in your legs gave out. Steadying your hands on his shoulders, you grounded on your knees to give yourself a better leverage. Feeling touch starved, Bakugou shoved your hands from his shoulders and laced his fingers between them. Like a missing puzzle piece, you fit in perfectly with him. Everything about you was perfection. You defined it. Sitting here watching as you take him well, physically or not, he was completely enamored by the mere sight of you. He craned his head to brush just the tip of your nose. A nose he unmistakably mentally captured because he loved the feature so much.

Although, he couldn’t think straight after that once you bottomed out again and rolled your hips in tune to his panting. You made a mess out of the aggressive blonde. Each time you swayed your body to the side he’d grunt out a low moan, trying to contain his usual loud profanities from waking up your classmates. Bakugou reached down and teasingly rubbed the sensitive bud, getting revenge for all the times you’ve pissed him off. Under your breath, you moaned out his last name.

“Say my name,” he grunted, hands continuing to expertly work on you from below.

Confused, you obeyed and moaned, “Bakugou!”

Suddenly, a painful sting sparked throughout your lower back. Eyes glued shut due to the searing pain, you whimper feeling a calloused hand smooth over the spot on your ass.

Katsuki spanked you. And you liked it.

“My actual name, dumbass. I wanna hear it coming from your mouth.”

With a thrust, you continue moving up and down on his cock, never once missing a beat.

“K-...Katsuki. Katsuki-Katsuki...” his name sounded ethereal, as if he was a higher being.

Katsuki returned the favor and fisted your hair in a tight knot, your scalp screaming at how harsh he was pulling.

“That’s a good girl.”

With a playful slap to your behind, Katsuki roughly shoves you to mount his lips again. Lips parted, both of your tongues twisted against each other, sharing a decent amount of saliva. He slipped out and pecked your lips a few times before biting down on your bottom lip. It didn’t hurt like all the times he inflicted pain on you previously. But this time you swore you felt the trickle of blood trailing down to your chin. The coppery taste infiltrating your taste buds only increased your arousal. What a masochist.

Bakugou noticed the pacing of your movements decreasing, indicating you are already feeling worn out, and steadied his hands onto your hips.

“Just let me do the work here, dumbass,” he said as he thrusted sharply into your womb, causing you to whimper into his neck. “I’ll take good care of you. You deserve a break from studying after all.”

You woke up feeling dizzy and fatigued, body aching from your toes to your head. From what you can remember, you were in the middle of studying when...

Katsuki happened.

Then you realized you weren’t in the commons area anymore. Somehow, you were laying in a medium sized bed, covers strewn over your naked body, along with a muscular arm draped across your torso. To your side you can see a passed out Katsuki snoring quietly into his pillow. Even when he’s asleep, he still looks angry.

Jolting upright, you carefully pry his arm from your body. No prevail. He’s got a strong hold on you.

He shuffled in his sleep and tightened his grip around you.

“Mmm...not leaving...stay a little longer,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes. “We both can’t walk out of your dorm in the morning. People will get suspicious of us. Not to mention Aizawa,” you retorted back.

“Oh? Don’t like the idea of ‘us’ huh? That’s not what you said last night.”

You didn’t need to look to know he was wearing his infamous shit eating smirk.

“Shut up.”

For the first time you heard Katsuki genuinely laugh without forcing it. You looked over and saw his eyes wide open now, staring at nothing but you.

“Whatever, you love me Y/N.”

“I DO NOT!”

Grabbing your face with his rough hands, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

“Go to fucking sleep nerd, we have a pre-exam in a few hours.”

(You can obviously tell I got lazy at the end LMFAO. This has been in my drafts for a LONG time. Also, this isn’t edited so please excuse the horrendous text that is this post. Xoxo)

#bakugou smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bnha bakugou

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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Sculpin and White Claws - WLW!Reader x Roommates!Owen and Charlie

JATP masterlist

Kinda requested. The concept is mine but I was requested to post it.

Warnings: Swearing, Make out scene, that gay shit

Words: 2381

Summary: Your ‘not-quite girlfriend’ has come over to yours, Charlie’s, and Owen’s shared apartment; your evening is disrupted by the energetic antics of two idiot boys in the other room.

A/n: I don’t even know why tf I’m posting this it shouldn’t ever see the light of day. @meetmeinfleetwood this is the fic I threatened to name the love interest after you lol don’t read it. The love interest OC is named after one person, her personality is modeled after my crush irl, and her look is modeled after an internet crush.

“What’s all this?” There are chips, salsa, popcorn, Oreos, peach rings, white claws, and original flavor sculpins lined up on the linoleum kitchen countertops.

“It’s movie night,” Owen responds simply, placing the last plastic bag inside another, and shoving it under the sink.

“Is Charlie going, too?”

“Booboo should be leaving his place soon, but Jer and Sav can’t make it tonight.”

“Wait… movie night is here?”

“...yeah?”

“Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit.”

“What?”

“I forgot to tell you didn’t I?”

“Forgot to tell us what?” Charlie asks as he enters the kitchen, and settles next to Owen’s side, on the opposite side of the counter from me.

“I have a date tonight.”

“Okay?”

“Here! My date is here tonight!”

“Is this that girl that came to pick you up the other day?”

“Yes.”

“I mean, it’s not a big deal. She can watch the movie with us.”

“No, I…” I hesitate, wondering if this is information I should be sharing. I guess I have to, “She... may or may not be bringing her backpack.” Owen stares at me, confused. I don’t want to have to share any more than I already have, and thankfully Charlie catches on.

“Oh.”

“I don’t see why it matters that she has a backpack?” Charlie then places the back of his hand against Owen’s chest, tilting his head sideways to look Owen in the eyes. Even with Charlie’s signal of hooded eyes and a shifted glance, Owen is still confused.

“They might fuck, Owen.” I grimace at Charlie’s crude wording, but he isn’t exactly lying.

“So, are you two official or…?”

“We haven’t put a label on anything but she is more than a friend.”

“So a friend... with benefits…”

“What do I do?” I ignore Charlie’s pointed conclusion, “She’ll be here in like half an hour!” The three of us exchanged conflicted looks. Then, Owen pulls his phone from his pocket and aggressively starts typing.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m texting BooBoo. Movie night is canceled. Operation ‘get Y/n laid’ shall commence.”

“You don’t have to cancel movie night-”

“It’s fine, we have one every week. You don’t have a dick appointment every week.”

“Technically it’s a str-”

“That’s beside the point,” I interrupt Charlie’s humor-filled quip. “You’re sure you wanna cancel movie night for me?”

“Already done. Now, what else do you need?”

“Shit, you live here!” This makes both of them laugh.

“That we do.”

“Well, you can’t go out in public, because you’re in pajamas and you have fans now. And you can’t exactly crash the houses of the people you just uninvited… I guess… you have to stay here.”

Then, I hear two light raps on the front door. All three of us exchange a horrified look, and in a panicked frenzy, I grab my two roommates and shove them both into Charlie’s room.

“Do not leave this room!” And with that, I shut the door in their faces.

Turning a full 180 on my heels, I take a deep breath before heading for the front door. Upon opening it, I see her standing there in all of her glory. Her glassy blue-green eyes glisten despite the dim lighting of the apartment building’s hallway. Her artificially blonde, pixie cut hair is styled to look as if a strategic wind had passed through it, and it is just stunning.

“Hey,” I sigh trying to catch my breath from all the commotion.

“Hey,” she greets coolly.

“Uh, please- come in.” Even in her ‘messy’ state, Sadie always has me drooling.

“Your apartment’s really nice.”

“Thanks, I did all the decorating. If I left it to Owen and Charlie, this would be a very different atmosphere.” My joke makes her laugh, which allows me to breathe a sigh of relief. So far, so good. “Can I get you anything? Water or…” I trail off before noticing the white claws and sculpins Owen bought for the movie night “...one of these?”

Sadie grins mischievously and snags one of the grapefruit sculpins. Her eyes never leave mine as she wordlessly nods toward the counter. I give in. What the hell. Snatching a black cherry white claw from the counter, I uncap the bottle and cheers Sadie to a night of semi-unknowns. Entering the living area, she takes notice of the painting that was my senior thesis in high school.

“Did you do this?” She studies the curve of every brush stroke and how it all comes together to depict a kind-of-but-not-really realistic nature scene. It’s a blue sky fading into the beginnings of a storm, with snow-dusted fir trees in the foreground. Simple, yet elegant.

“Yeah, it was my senior thesis.”

“This is stunning.”

“Oh, hush,” I flail my hand as if the compliment was a microscopic physical entity barrelling toward me.

“I’m being deadass. This is so good.”

“Thank you. It only took, like, ten hours to finish, I think?” Sadie nearly chokes on her Sculpin, causing me to laugh softly.

“Did you say only ten hours?”

“Yeah,” I shrug, heading over to take a seat on the couch, “That one took thirty-two hours.” I gesture to the elaborate, palette knife painting of a lotus flower.

We sit on the couch and talk for a bit about art, life, work, record shops, and shitty tinder dates. Leaning forward, on the edge of the couch, I tap the screen of my phone to check the time. We’ve been talking for over two hours and it’s felt like ten minutes tops. I’m feeling a little buzzed, from the alcohol obviously, but also from simply being around Sadie. Every time we talk I fall harder. And I think she does, too.

“So this date just feels like it’s never gonna end, and we finally make it back to my place. I’m ready to just get the hell away from her, but she leans in to kiss--mind you it's the first date--she leans in to kiss me and it’s not even decent. She’s like, open mouth, eyes wide shut, just going for it.” “Oh my gosh.”

“Yeah, it was just… not a good night,” she finishes by sipping the last of her drink, and then setting the bottle can on the coffee table.

“...Hopefully you haven’t felt that way about any of our date-hang out-things?”

“Don’t worry about it. I came back didn’t I?” When she looks up at my face, Sadie’s pearlescent smile softens into a closed mouth endeavor. I tug my bottom lip in between my teeth but quickly release it; she’s intently watched the entire movement. She then apprehensively moves to pry the empty white claw can from between my fingers, clocking the short length my nails have been manicured to, under a full-coverage coat of black nail polish. After setting the can on the coffee table, she leans back into the couch propping her head in her hand by planting her temple against her palm. I mirror her position, but not without moving closer first.

Sadie doesn’t speak, and I’m at a loss for words, so a thick but comfortable silence settles between us. Then, she reaches out to brush her thumb against the flesh of my bottom lip. My desire is unbecoming as I desperately push myself forward to connect my lips with her. The kiss is innocent but quickly turns passionate on my behalf.

After she leans back against the cushions of the couch, Sadie pulls me close to have me straddle her lap. The sight of her slouching back, hazily staring up at me with loving eyes leads me to lean back in and resume the kiss. Her hands slide from their position on my hips to the sides of my bare thighs. She’s tracing sensual circles over the top of them teasing my breathless state.

I nearly break the kiss to catch my breath but before I can, Sadie’s begun kissing down my jaw. Between her teeth, she nips at the sensitive skin of my neck and I let out the whispered traces of a moan. Now that she’s sitting forward a bit more, I’ve got my left arm draped over her shoulder, whilst tangling my right in the back of her shortly cropped hair.

Her trail of love bites flows down to my collar bones, and then:

the heat of the moment is shattered.

A muffled but rhythmic stomping sound is emanating from Charlie’s bedroom down the hall, into our living room.

“Fuck,” I groan out of a minor embarrassment.

“What is that?” I let out a deep sigh before sitting back to look at her confused face.

“I panicked and locked my roommates in their room when you got here.” Sadie laughs, finding humor in the situation that I do not. “We do movie nights weekly with some friends and I didn’t find out we were supposed to host until, like, ten minutes before you came.”

“You didn’t have to cancel movie night. We could’ve acclimated or just holed up in your room.”

“Yeah, but…” I endearingly pass a delicate scratch through the back of her hair, “then we couldn’t do this.” The confession sounds even more embarrassing out loud, and I cower my head so I don’t have to look her in the eyes anymore.

“You’re adorable,” she plants a sweet kiss on the part of my head that isn’t pressed against her chest. “We should set them free if they’ve been locked up for three hours.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I sigh, situating myself so I can move off of sitting on top of her, practically.

“I gotta leave soon anyway. I promised my roommate I’d be back in time to help her with a psychology project or something like that,” Sadie rests her hand on the open space on my inner thigh. “Can I meet them?” She asks, curiously, testing the waters of coming into my personal life. I weigh my options for a moment. It’s not that I don’t want them to meet her, it’s that I don’t want her to meet them.

“Fine. I got nothing to lose since they’re gonna bully me no matter what.” Pressing myself up off the couch, I venture down the hall to knock on the door to Charlie’s bedroom. I don’t hear anything on the other side and in turn, twist the knob to investigate. When I open the door I see the two of them laying on the floor, laughing so hard there’s no sound in the room.

“What is happening?” I ask, concerned. Owen then gasps for air and the two of them begin laughing audibly again. I can’t help but laugh at them as I have no idea what I’ve just walked into.

“You guys good?” I inquire once more after they’ve caught their breaths and come to. “I don’t know what just happened, but Sadie’s about to leave if you guys wanted to come meet her before she goes.” The light that illuminates behind both their eyes is striking, and in an instant, they’re off the ground and zooming past me, down the hallway.

“I’m Charlie.”

“I’m Owen.”

“Are you Y/n’s girlfriend?”

“Dude!”

“What?”

“Y/n told us they don’t wanna label anything yet.”

“Ohhh. Sorry.”

“And this is pretty much what I anticipated,” I state once I’ve caught up to the three of them in the kitchen. Pushing past the two boys, I move to stand next to Sadie, hugging my arms around myself for warmth. As she introduces herself to the guys, she pulls me in to rest an arm across my shoulders.

They chat for a few more minutes, interrogating Sadie with questions that make me wince. Luckily, she found the entire interrogation amusing and answered the bordering-insane questions Charlie and Owen had. Once on the topic of her roommate, the reminder draws their conversation to a close.

“Okay. I gotta go for real now,” Sadie takes my hand in hers, tugging me gently to grab my attention, “When will I see you again?”

“I’m free most of Sunday, we could go get brunch” I offer, basically praying her schedule aligns with mine.

“That is the gayest possible thing you could’ve said,” she laughs at my offer. Playfully, defensively I sass her back,

“I don’t understand. Are you not down for brunch?”

“No, I’m down. You’re just cute is all.”

“I’ll text you details for time and place?” I insincerely bat my eyelashes at her, having to look up to make eye contact from how tall she is. She smiles down at me,

“Sounds good.”

“Okay,” I smile back and she leans down to quickly kiss me before we turn around and I let her out of the apartment.

“Text me when you get home.”

“Promise.” Trying not to smile like an idiot, I closed-mouth grin and wave to her before she descends the stairs, and is permanently out of sight. I then close the door and lock the bolts for the night before remembering to clean up the cans and bottles we left on the coffee table. When I turn around, Owen and Charlie are smiling at me mischievously, and based on their positions Charlie was clearly whispering something to Owen. I don’t know what to say so I hesitate for words.

“I-y-what?”

“Did you guys have fun?”

“Yeah…? Why?” Charlie back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms conspicuously. Then Owen crosses the floor and comes to stand uncomfortably close to me.

“What’s this?” He pokes a spot on my collarbone that makes me gently yelp in pain. Oh shit.

“We didn’t do anything, don’t worry. The couch need not be disinfected. Better question, what the hell were you two doing in there?” My question prompts the two of them to look at each other and then laugh again. Charlie reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone to show me something. After a few taps, he hands me his phone.

“We got bored and decided to make a TikTok.”

“I see that.”

On the screen is a paused TikTok showing Owen and Charlie standing staggered in the camera. I hit play and watch the video of the two dancing to the trending song. The ending sends me and I start laughing too at the failed attempt at a simple dance.

“Y’all are crazy.”

***

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kaetastic · 4 years

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CONFIDENCE

pairing: Avengers X Confident!Reader

summary: Confident?Reader leaves the Avengers shocked, even if you weren’t new to the team.

word count: 2.5k+

warning: sexual tensions

note: thank you so much for 300 followers! i wonder why people even bother to read crappy stories written by me. I needed to post something :( i was too lazy to re-edit this once again :D i dont know what this is but have a nice day!!

The faint buzzing of the refrigerator echoed through the pin-drop silence of a room, the commencement of hissing caused the soldier to jump at the abrupt interruption of his elongated train of thoughts. The air lingered peacefulness and with one glance out of the window, the view being the bar-like buildings was breathtaking. Especially at night. Steve glanced at the meandering rivers that shallowed itself onto the marble counter, the frigid slab holding a newly bought coffee maker. The inanimate object hums, it clicks like a thin melody of a stick tapping onto a music stand, one two three, before it extracted the liquid it was made to do. Clashing of the beverage with the cup rung through the air, the fresh aroma of coffee wafted through noses as it angrily huffed, filling the cup.

The paper that would smudge its ink on you with one swipe crinkled under the soldier’s furrowed eyebrows that he sent towards the machine. He didn’t make it. But his attention was like a fly’s, his eyes darted back to the words of different sizes. To be a superhero doesn’t mean to save lives only, it would be politically better to comprehend what was going on around you. Muffled footsteps onto the tiled floors slapped with echoes through the hallways.

“Sam?” He already knew who it was. With his familiarization of everybody’s way of steps, the way one would lay their foot on the ground creates distinct sounds, and super hearing- he could make out anyone with little to no doubt. His expected teammate appeared from the shadowed hallway; it was 7 a.m. in the morning and the only light shining onto the path was the light from the window on one side of the narrow hallway. It glimmered the dust particles that danced before settling on the ground. Stretches of faint layers of light ran from one side of the hallway to the other formed a dim smeared swatch of a rainbow.

The male hummed, groaning when light beamed onto his eyes even though he had closed it tightly- not wanting a single ray to infiltrate. His hands moved in a frenzy; his gestures caused Steve’s jaw to fall in confusion, it was as if a conductor was teaching a class very frantically. Although his eyes were shut tight, to what Steve had concluded, Sam did not want to open his eyes for he tried his best to meet the tabletop. Finally, he made contact with the counter, a groan fell off Sam’s lips when he accidentally slapped the hard surface. A slight wince diminished in the 100-year-old man’s head at the toes curling noise.

Giving up to the forces of the good (in his case the other team), he had finally adjusted to the lighting that blinded him nonetheless- Sam sat on the high chair with his steaming cup of coffee in his hand; swirly vapour evaporated from the beverage. Steve had finished absorbing information from the newspaper, nothing new. He crossed his arms, pushing his back to rest onto the couch. He admired the view that laid open in front of him. Too focused onto the small figures of people carrying on with their daily lives, his breath hitched and he nearly jumped off the couch when an arm wrapped around his neck.

“Good morning.” The waft of a familiar breath glossed his cheeks. As if embedded into the walls of his mind, the intoxicating scent of the perfume prodded him. Eyes darted to the corner, to meet the person who has been disturbing thoughts lately, which used to be organized and collective with filters. Heart screamed, he quickly turned his gaze in an attempt to avoid the attraction that strung between both of them.

Slightly pitchy, he mumbled, “Good morning.” The rosy warmth grew on his cheeks, it raised to settle below his eyes. He tried his best to focus on the paper that rested on his lap, he really did- trying his hardest to write the bolded letters in his head to be distracted. It didn’t work. The soft breathing glazed his ears, his hairs erected to salute the wind. Y/N smiled at his mild response. Slight disappointment diminished in him when the weight on his shoulders had eradicated. A smirk played on her lips when his head snapped back to whip around- searching for her.

His cheeks grew redder like lava. It beamed heat and his widened eyes stared into hers’ calm ones. A mute gasp fell off his lips when she had tugged the paper into her grip, throwing herself onto his lip as a seat. As if the other surrounding seats were non-existent. She hummed in satisfaction, finding a comfortable position on him, opening the paper wide for him to see the text he had re-read again and again, moments snipped as she had intruded his mind, “Could you please read it for me?”

The blaring sirens in his head sent one message: to calm down his heartbeat, she could’ve definitely heard it, not missing a pace- for her head rested on the nape of his neck, strands of hair prickling his skin; her breath grazed him. Just like a summer’s day, the wind breathing onto the grass. As soon as his mouth gaped open and a letter had slipped off the edge of his lips, the mini earthquake sent onto the glass table vibrated into their ears.

Relief filled the soldier while she let out a loud sigh, hoping he was not oblivious to such sounds. Before he had the chance to turn around, to pick the cause of the interruption, was it a saviour if he craved her more? His breath hitched. Y/N’s legs rested around his waist, straddling him with slight tightness. All the tension that ran through his muscles froze, it stopped. She groaned, pushing her body forward, fingers grazing over the table; the short distance between her fingers and the phone frustrated her. Steve didn’t know how to react. As if he was still in the ice. He wasn’t bothered, not knowing himself that he had rested his gaze on her chest, that had been pushed hairbreadth away from his face. A gulp descended down his throat.

The skimpy tanktop she wore dragged down, displaying her indigo bra- Steve whipped his head, hoping she did not accuse him of suspiciousness, “Hello?” Almost like an irritated sigh, she inquired the person on the end of the line.

Whenever he would in be in her presence, or ball of aura- he noticed he’d always space out. Possibly why he didn’t bother pushing her away, his headspace was in the middle of nowhere. He was lost. Y/N let out a loud laugh, cackling as the joke echoed through her ears. Fiddling with locks of his soft hair, she played with it as the conversation seemed to continue.

Another protocol broken, a siren blared in his head as she had jumped from excitement and laughter. He let out a groan at the abrupt pressure on his shaft, “Shh!” If she wasn’t right in front of him, he would’ve rolled his eyes. Y/N knew what she was doing, but she liked pushing all the buttons on the elevator.

A part of the 100-year-old man hoped, crying out loud as it pleaded for the moment to linger longer. He knew there was no point of holding on to the hope. She stood up and her figure faded away into the shade of the walls. All alone, once again. Massaging his temples, he let out a sigh laced followed by a frustrated groan.

Y/N would be the death of him.

Pants rang through the crevice of the training room, slamming of fists onto the punching bag echoed, bouncing off the tall walls. The red-haired assassin let out a huff, throwing another punch towards the victim. Her eyes narrowed and concentrated at the targets she aimed onto the object, veins that ran through her fingers pumped blood heavily.

“Woah, easy there.” Not bothered to even take a short glance at the person who had intruded her focus, just by the soft-toned voice- she could make out who it was for it had engraved the walls of her well-built walls. However, she did not let the figure falter her training, even though it took everything in her not to turn around and stare into her eyes.

A few more punches towards the sand-filled bag, she finally pulled away, slight joy sparked accompanied by relief, as the words in her head formed the sentence that fell off her lips, “Hydra won’t go easy on us.” Y/N hummed, nodding her head as she agreed at her true statements. Strapping off the velcro straps, Natasha bent down- under the strings of the boxing ring, making a quick eye-contact that sparked electricity. The sight of Y/N in a tank top, the prominent blue bra making an appearance left her breathless despite working out, leaning against the doorframe- drained all of the energy in the assassin.

She was a magnet. Not a second would she deny the fact. Y/N’s lips faltered to an ‘o’ shape as the abrupt realization railed over her head, “Right,” Pacing towards Natasha, who stood in front of the sink, contracting and relaxing her fingers at the constricted space in the glove caused a numb feeling that lingered in the muscles. She rested her elbow on the frozen-tiled counter, batting her eyes towards the assassin. “I came to tell you that,” Y/N bit her bottom lips, almost contemplating if she should say it, already looking at the endless of possibilities, taking a whole list of page. Pushing her lips to hover over her ears, a tingle cascaded down Natasha’s spine. “I think they switched our laundry, your bras are... kinda in my drawer.”

With widened eyes, the assassin whipped her head. Firstly, the confusion had diminished to welcome the redness rise- curtaining her pale cheeks just like the colour of her hair, “Huh?” Somehow, not surprised, she has managed to steal her breath away.

“At least it’s in my room...,” Y/N placed her hands on the counter, leaning her body on Natasha’s back, her head resting on her padded shoulder. “Wouldn’t know how I would react if it was in someone else’s room,” Shivers prickled down the red-haired, hair saluting the air; lips gaped open as damp warmth settled in her panties. “Do you... want me to bring it to your room? Or are you coming to mine?” The tone of her voice was sultry, delicate, causing inappropriate thoughts to be projected in Natasha’s mind- not even a shake of her head, would the ideas jump out.

Running down her hand from her waist, Y/N bit her bottom lips as she left her eyes to watch her performance, which she hoped wouldn’t last quickly, “I think I’ll come to your room.” With a satisfied smirk, she walked away, leaving Natasha’s eyebrows to crash against each other like a pair of waves. Oh, she was playing her like the strings of a guitar.

Letting out a loud huff, the billionaire’s eyebrows creased to curl upwards. The ball of aura that sprinkled around him sparked static electricity, a way of warning people he was busy. Even though they knew that was when he was serious, there were some, very few, who ignored such signs like transparent glass. Fiddling with the floating holograms, his hands pushed the thin air. Faint vibration echoed through the floors as it rolled through the trash can.

Tony pushed himself back, arms crossed as he scanned the vast table- that seemed to be messy. Although he has worked on this for hours, he couldn’t find the logistics and method correct. If one dared to comment on the project, he would’ve smacked someone. But he IS Tony Stark. A groan echoed.

His heart jumped out of his chest, thumping outside of his body as a pair of arms wrapped around him, “What’cha doing?” Out of all the team members of the Avengers- Tony seemed to be the only one who had accepted or looked comfortable with skin contact. As if he was left untouched and unbothered, not a muscle contracted at the abrupt addition of voice to the thin air.

“Just trying to configure these sequences, they don’t match up. It wouldn’t make any sense whatsoever to even use this piece of trash,” He hissed, grabbing the hologram before flinging it towards the trash can. “I need this to compliment one another.”

Grabbing the thin air, he shook his two hands, shooting beams at the two objects, “Well... maybe you should relax a bit,” Already stressed with the frustrating project, his body had exuded scorching heat, generated by the irritation. How did it manage to increase in temperature, he did not find the answer. Her hands ran the side of his body, accidentally allowing her fingers to brush over his twitching shaft.

His breath hitched.

“Don’t you start something you cannot finish.” Almost a growl, it rumbled off his lips, his fingers wrapped around her wrist. Even though knowing how he would respond, she tugged her hand. With little to no effort, Tony’s body twirled around. Stopping his escape, she placed her hands to trap him in.

“Oh, but I know I can finish it.” With a quirk of the corner of her lips, she leaned in closer towards his chest before slamming her fingers onto the glass table. A loud hissing rung from the device as it followed the instructions it has been encrypted to do. The door to the lab now sealed tight. Natasha would just have to wait.

Soft squeaking by the shoes filled the empty air, she bit her bottom lip in contemplation. Was she really doing this? The heavy basket in her arms weighed down, glancing at the pile of belongings that was not hers. The redness crept up to her cheeks as she played the memory of opening her drawer to find skimpy choices of clothing and... intimacy. She was entering a lion’s den, allowing herself to enter an obvious trap. Clearing her throat, her hands hovered over the door, mouth gaped open- ready to ask for permission to enter. However, it creaked to an open. Natasha’s eyebrows clashed in confusion, Y/N never let her door wide open.

The tightening anticipation curled her heart, balancing her life on a frail line to save the world is one thing, but entering Y/N’s room is another. Maybe worse. Her plan that she had rapidly formed over the span of hours was simple. Get in, take her stuff and leave. Even though she had already scanned the room that resembled like those of the building, she dared not to step in for she knew what she would get herself into.

Resting her hands on the doorframe, her head peaked, bopping up and down. Toes strained, aching as a familiar shock pass through it so she could get some height to overlook the bed that covered what was behind it. Finally, her eyes landed on a basket, filled with her items she had come to retrieve. As if she was making a loud commotion, the bathroom door yelped as it was pushed open.

Out came Y/N with a sheer silk robe draped over her skin that had been displayed with no doubt. A smirk played on her lips, “Why don’t we play first?”

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park-thatasshere · 5 years

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With A Face Not Even A Mother Could Love

Facials was by all means

the last thing you had in mind

Featuring: Jungkook Genre: Smut (facials) Word Count: 2.6k

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A/N: Just dropping in to say hi. Thank you so much to @chimmysdick for being a pillar of support with my craft and just life in general. This fic is of course nc-17 so read at your own risk but please enjoy.

Should you really be thinking this with him so close to you? Fuck, should you be thinking about this at all?

It was a nice gesture for him to take time out of his Friday night to come help you do some last minute cramming, but how did he expect you to focus when he’s wearing that Tommy Hilfiger cologne he knows drives you crazy?

Okay, he doesn’t know it drives you crazy...but he should by now with all the squirming and squi-

“___, is something wrong?”

“...No why do you ask?” Your face heats up, further succumbing to the guilt of being a complete horndog.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“Oh I’m sorry what was the question?”

“I asked which bone marrow is considered to be life saving.” At this point Jungkook doesn’t seem amused in the slightest.

You rack your brain trying to skim through your memory of which one your professor emphasized on multiple occasions only to draw a blank. “Leukocytes?”

Jungkook visibly deflates, “That’s not even an option.”

You give him a comical smile topped off by a lazy shrug of your shoulders. “Look ___, I really want to help you but if you’re not feeling up to it we can try this again some other time.”

“No, I’m sorry I’ve just been...distracted is all.” You close your eyes in resignation flinging yourself onto the floor.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You keep your face buried into your arms debating on whether or not you should profess your frenzied desire to have his cock beat your pussy black and blue. “Not really,” is what you settle on.

He gently shuts the textbook and places it on the table, muscles rippling underneath his white T-shirt with the action. “How about we take a break and order something to eat or something.”

He doesn’t know what’s bothering you but one thing is for sure, whatever it is, food will most certainly take your mind off of it.

You nod in agreement, whipping your phone out to order take

While Jungkook heads for the bathroom, you take a moment to think back to how the both of you got to this moment on your couch.

You knew of the whimsical Jeon Jungkook for quite some time before you were formally introduced to him. Every mention of him is filled with nothing less of pure adoration, admiration, and lust. He is very successful in his academic career. In order to keep him, and his high test scores, eager to learn, his high school had to bump him up two grade levels, or so the tale goes.

You’d be a fool not to believe it though,you are two years his senior and you’re learning more from him than he ever could from you, other than how to be a functioning alcoholic.

You never thought much of the snot nosed kid in the beginning other than what you’d heard. But he’s shown his worth on many of your shit faced nights stranded at parties, as well as cramming sessions. Much like the one you’re having now, hours before a really big final.

He was alright to you, you soon concluded.

More than alright even, but that makes you wonder. What is such a clean cut wonder boy hiding behind all those manners and gentlemanly gestures?

You peek over your shoulder for any signs of movement coming from the bathroom door. Assuming Jungkook is hosting D-day in your toilet, you commence to sneak a peek at what lies within his laptop.

You open up the browser and click on history. Skimming through the list only finding a seemingly endless list of research material and obscure google searches. After a minute more of snooping through the list, a light bulb goes off.

P r i v a t e browser

Your fingers hurriedly brush over the mouse pad, opening up the obscure browser only to see a screen filled with a plethora of open tabs

PORNAGRAPHIC tabs.

You click on random ones frantically loading up each web page to take a gander at what Jungkook spends late nights beating off to.

Cumshot facial compilation. Cheating gf takes biggest facial of her life. Premium bukkake. Sloppy face fucking. Bukkake gangbang.

The list is very telling on his foreplay preferences, but facials? Facials are by all means the last thing you had in mind. Actually, you don't know what you had in mind. Maybe something on the more purer spectrum, like mild nipple play. You did not expect Jungkook to be into such a degrading kink.

You’re stuck in a reverie of conflicting emotions. A part of you wishes that Jungkook is the sweet innocent boy he portrayed around school, having never been kissed and what not. A pure virgin. While the other half of you was silently relieved that maybe he wasn’t so prudish after all. In fact, a straight freak.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts with the clicking of the bathroom’s door lock and a hushed chorus of swear words. You slam the laptop shut completely mortified at being caught snooping.

You’re both left speechless, but then again what can really be said under these circumstances. You weren’t sure exactly what he saw but you damn sure knew you were not sticking around for the fallout.

“Actually I think I’m going to hit the hay, I’m not feeling too well.” He gave an apologetic smile.

“Oh! Is it a fever?” He’s reaching a palm for your forehead before you even have time to step away and your reflexes cause you to smack his hand away. Way to make the situation a lot more shitty.

“Uh, yeah well goodnight. I’ll let myself ou-” you don’t even give him a chance to finish his statement before you head to your room, slamming the door behind you.

He ponders over the post bathroom break exchange before he’s back to packing away his things. “I wonder why she was in such a hurry to shut my laptop.”

Upon opening his laptop, his entire face flushes at the contents he’s faced with. Pornhub, wide open and anything but discreet. After putting the pieces together he becomes completely mortified, moreso because he was sporting a half chub in spite of all that had transpired. He wastes no time in leaving your apartment in complete shame at what you must think of him.

Little does he know that you’re pressed up against your bedroom door entirely enthralled with salacious thoughts of his cock drilling your throat.

There are no texts. No calls. No messenger birds being sent two and fro. Absolutely nothing over the span for a week and a half.

You yourself vowed to stay away from the boy, in hopes your lust for him would fizzle out.

It didn’t.

You wish you were better at defusing situations and being the bigger person. That’d make it a lot easier to march right up to the onyx haired bow and flick him in his perfectly proportionate forehead for not texting you andohmygodjungkookisstandingrightfuckingthere.

Of course he’d be here, you coerced him to volunteer to present a booth with you to keep you company. For extra credit, of course, not that he needed it but you sure did. You remember when your professor eagerly spoke about the Convention, droning on and on about how we would greatly benefit from attending. Then slapping down a clipboard down onto her podium with a sign up roster on it. You pleaded and begged Jungkook to sign up with you, even using the cheap “there’s gonna be free food and booze” line.

He’s looking sharp, and you want to dissipate into water vapor because you comparatively look and feel like a dirty napkin.

He’s wearing a dark button up, sleeves rolled in a relaxed manner, with semi-tight slacks to match. His belt cinches to his waste, only emphasizing his cute ass. His hair haphazardly drapes over his forehead and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look this damn sexy.

Clearly you’re staring for too long because the burn of your eyes pulls his attention from the conversation presented to him and directly towards you. The eye contact is brief before he whips his head around redirecting his attention to the couple seemingly immersed in the stimulating discussion before them. You watch him exchange a few pleasantries with them before he sets his drink to the side and walks off.

Your feet are frantically speed walking through the cigar smoke and stench of hard liquor before you can even register or piece together what you’ll say once you catch up to him.

You find him slumped down on some god awful read pleather couch in one of the spare conference rooms, head in hands.

“Who said you could just waltz away whenever you pleased. You still have an hour and a half on your shift.” You chastise all in good fun.

His head jumps up at the sound of your voice and he visibly starts to clam up. “I wasn’t- I didn’t-”

You flop down next to him, a bold move on your part, before speaking up. “About last Friday…” You trail off.

“I know. You must think I’m disgusting.” He’s back to sulking.

“Nooo, why would I think you’re disgusting?”

“Because...of what you found on my computer.”

Now it's time for you to go flush. He knew this whole time!?

You’re actually hot from the sheer mortification that he knew you knew.

“You must think I’m a complete pervert.”

“Being a pervert isn’t always a bad thing, I like perverts.” First attempt and consoling was a fail.

“You what?” His brows furrow at your strange statement.

“I like perverts? Besides, have you ever even tried giving a facial?”

“I mean no, I’ve only ever been with one girl but she was pretty much a one sided lover. I never really got to experiment other than missionary and painful blowjobs.”

“Do you want to? Right now?”

His eyes grow to the size of saucers. This was definitely a proposition. Something seemingly straight from one of his porno’s. Wait! He needs to humble himself, he can’t just use his close friend like some kind of gloryhole can he?

“I don’t think this is a good idea ___-”

“Shut up kid, I’ve been craving your cock for a week and a half and I refuse to practice self control any longer.” And with that you drop to your knees before him and spread apart his legs to make room for yourself. You stare at him expectantly for a few moments until he gets the hint and hurriedly unzipped his pants and slips both his pants and boxers seamlessly down the length of his thighs.

Your eye to eye with his weeping red tip. The first thing that comes to mind is big, you were excited to finally get a hearty helping of his dick.

It jumps toward you, an invitation to welcome him into your silky throat. You haven’t tasted cock in a while and the scent alone sends your senses into a frenzy.

“I like you!” He rushes out in a hurried exhale. You flick your eyes up to see his visage marred in a scarlet hue. It tickles your ego to know that the ripened Jungkook feels so small in your presence, even with his hefty cock in your view.

Awkward silence fills the space between the both of you before you realize he’s probably expecting an answer.

“...I like you too Jungkook”, another awkward pause “I’m sorry I’m not used to explicitly expressing my feelings. This,” you worry your lower lip and gesture to the current situation, “usually suffices.”

You don’t spend time dwelling on the formalities.

His cock is anchored with a tight grip, you poke your tongue out to administer skittish licks along the ridges and veins of his member. Jungkook let’s out a needy whimper, one that has you shivering.

You finally open your mouth just wide enough to slip the head of his cock in. You suckle on it as if it held life's secrets. While one hand gripped his thick cock, the other reached down to cup his balls. Your teasing ministrations never halted as you dribbled all over the tip whilst gently rolling his balls. You could feel his testicles tighten and that was just the beginning of his end.

His head is thrown back, thighs flexing with every particularly hard suck.

“P-put it in please, your mouth.” His eyes are glossy, voice coated in a whine.

Without further adieu you take the whole of him into your slick mouth. The initial stretch is a bitch to get used to as he fills you fully but once your saliva starts to pool on his cock you’re able to slip him in even further.

You bob your head up and down to the sound of soft melodic moans, periodically stopping to gargle his balls into your mouth. His jaw is clenched in uninterrupted ecstasy and your pussy throbs at the sight alone.

Jungkook gets adventurous, reaching over to grip your hair before shoving you down on his cock once again. He was encased in a warm frenzied haze of lust, wanting nothing more than to coat your pretty little face in his emission.

He abruptly stood to his full length, never leaving your mouth as he walks you over to an open space within the room. His fingers tug at your soft tresses even tighter as he starts face fucking you. Slick sloppy tell tale signs of the pummeling your throat was getting resounded around you.

He’s thrown all caution to the wind as he thrusts his hips forward at a steady pace. “F-fuck ___, you’re good at this.” You press your tongue against his shaft, to garner another response.

You eyes water at the ache in your jaw at the sudden intrusion, trying to alleviate the discomfort by breathing through your nose. In this moment the only thing you’re both focused on is getting him to his release and it shows with the way you start bobbing your head in time with his thrusts, allowing him to bottom out in your tiny little throat each time.

His fingers falter around the strands of hair so tightly wrapped around his knuckles, betraying him.

“I’m so-“ Jungkook breathed raggedly, “So...close.”

He casts his gaze down to you, eyes dropping with pleasure and mouth left agape for many labored breaths and moans to be escape.

His pace quickens, grunts becoming more apparent. Not even a second later he’s pulling your hair to release you from his dick.

One hand tugging on a fistful of your hair while the other is rapidly jerking him to his orgasm. Your eyes are closed while you give him a brilliant smile. Soon enough you feel the spurt of hot, sticky cum land on your face.

You open your eyes to see Jungkook completely captivated by his handiwork. Your mouth is wet with saliva, a mixture of spit and cum coating your lips and dripping down your face and cheek.

“How do I look?”

“Like a fucking goddess.”

He helps you up, ushering you over to the couch before he’s pressing up against your back suckling on the side of your neck. You lose your footing and trip onto the couch, on all fours mind you.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here, just like this... okay?” It was really a question but the concern on his face said otherwise.

You nod your head and just as he's about to lift your dress there is a loud knock on the door.

“Jungkook? Are you in there? Some of our guests would like to speak with you.” A muffled voice who you believe to be your professor spoke on the other side of the door.

“Better get going wonder boy.” You catch the giggle that threatens to spill from your mouth.

He waves your comment off, begrudgingly stepping out of the door and you can’t believe just how nice his ass looks in those pants.

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cbk1000 · 4 years

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I finished the next update for my Merlin fic a little while ago, but haven’t had much time to edit in the evenings, so it’s just hanging out for now. I should be able to get to it tomorrow and post it either then or maybe Saturday morning, but for now I figured I’d do a small preview.

But that was all very grim, and for now the primary purpose of it was revenge, which was far more sexy. Vivian before her departure regularly came to Morgana’s bed, and Morgana marveled over how much easier it was to carry on a depraved affair, than the hallowed union of man and woman. No one noticed at what hour and how often Vivian visited her chambers; but Gwaine had to bring her his gossip under cover of night, often through her window, lest he be caught in the hall outside a fine lady’s bedroom, and get himself gelded by the fine lady’s guardian. So they picnicked, and supped together, and were rarely seen outside one another’s company. And Morgana meanwhile poured into Vivian’s ear all her false lamentations, all this concocted bitterness she would feel upon the divide which her marriage would naturally place between them: and the Lady Vivian at each reminder that something which was hers would be taken from her, when she had not yet done with it, when it was her natural right to discard what she had tired of, only when she had tired of it, grew increasingly more offended.

It was not difficult to stir up in her the necessary rage, and Morgana soon tired of it. She afterward made only desultory attempts at it; there was not much enthusiasm required of her. Anger is its own fuel and tinder, and in cyclic frenzy eats from its own embers.

She was required occasionally to sup with Uther, who liked her company, and relied on her to be charming, and intellectual, but not in a threatening manner. She was clever enough to never be more clever than him, and sometimes even far less clever, when it suited her. It cheered men for her to be ornamental, and sympathetic; and also it inspired in them loquaciousness, since she could not understand half of what they spoke, but offered a pleasant enough countenance to receive it anyway. That was how she knew of Uther’s plans for marriage, and it was how she knew also of the various political manoeuvres which daily the kingdom underwent, and undertook, from the mean squabbles of border disputes, to the substantial and chameleonic movements of ally and enemy, and the daily tremors which their allegiance or resistance excited in that treacherous bog, politics. She tested this knowledge against Arthur’s to see what he was kept ignorant of, and what Uther had fed him. In this way she armed herself for her marriage.

When the Lady Vivian was gone, Morgana endured the furor of fittings and measurements and fawning because Gwen was there to help her through it; and then Gwen rode off to Essitir, and she made Merlin do it. His taste was more advanced than Arthur’s, but that was like saying a condemned man was less dead than the one who had already been hanged. In the evenings Gwaine came to her, and they talked long into the night, and sharpened their skills of dicing. Arthur found them once asleep on her bed after an arduous evening of the aforementioned, and turned a lovely cerise; she would have liked to have a dress in the colour.

And Arthur himself came to her evening after evening with some pretense, generally ridiculous; once he claimed to have lost his razor, and thought she might have seen it. She said to him, “Arthur, don’t be stupid. If you want to come to me and lament your lost love, just sit down and commence your whingeing” which of course brightened him up, and they had a magnificent row, and he went away warmed in himself. She did not know what to do with the pair of them, and that was extraordinary for her. She tried boxing Arthur’s ears.

“Ow!” he yelped, and threw a piece of pheasant at her. They were dining in her room with the shutters open, and it was almost as lovely as if he were not there at all.

“The Lady Vivian is out of your way. Yet here you are, moping round my chambers as if someone’s killed your dog.”

“I am not moping.”

“I agree it’s difficult to tell the difference between your usual face and the slightly brattier version you put on for sulking, but I have a keen eye. Didn’t you talk to him?”

“Merlin and I have made it up. But it’s too dangerous to be...as we were before.”

“You mean fornicating like wild animals?”

“Morgana!”

“Oh, don’t be so delicate, Arthur. Certainly I’ve heard enough from Merlin about your durability.”

“Morgana!”

#writing #fic #merthur #merlin #preview

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silviasutton1989 · 5 years

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T.T.K. Chapter 19.1 “To The Death”

A/N: Hey guys!!! Boy it’s been a minute since I posted from any of my series. If you all are still reading, THANK YOU! You all don’t know how writing fan fiction has change my life...I’m not going to go on my soap box right now (I plan to make a post in detail some time soon). Ok so this chapter is a bit long and it’s a 2 part-er (next chapter is NSFW and if you know where I am in TRR canon then you know what’s about to happen)u and there is a LOT going on. If you’re not doing anything tonight take your time because I go from couple to couple I don’t want you to get confused. Also every person in this chapter every scene is important for reasons explained later (just going to leave that there lol).

Rating: Mature (Course Language Threats of Physical Violence)

Summary: The Costume Gala is finally here: Will Drake and Riley finally rekindle their flame? What about Liam and Olivia? Love may be in the air but foes at every turn may cease the night from having a happy ending.

Songs: I listen to so many songs writing this but the one that I couldn’t stop is

Laura Welsh Undiscovered

Catch up: I plan to update my Masterlist tonight

Drake fiddled with his collar for the 3rd time in the last 5 minutes.

"Will you relax Drake...you look fine. Almost like you're one of us". Leo chuckled at his own words, giving Drake a harder pat on the back than he intended. "At least the royal King Liam didn't make you a jester."

The brother's eyes meet as they sat in the billiard room waiting for the Costume Gala to start. Leo was making yet another unannounced visit to the castle since his abdication, he could always find time to come home right when before a lavish party.

With a sigh Liam tuned to his brother. "You're not a jester, you're a bard."

"Same difference." Leo adds fixing himself yet another drink. "I use to be Zeus every year I don't see why--"

"Because things are different now, Leo." Liam snaps. He realizes both men where staring at him and straightens his spine. "Don't be nervous Drake, you and Riley will have a great time tonight."

Drake opened his mouth to speak but Leo beat him to it.

"Oh yeah I forgot about her...can't wait to see her again." Leo snickers as his brother gives him a hard look.

"Hey don't get mad at me. Their whole break up is all your fault from what I hear. You never did learn to leave what belongs to others alone."

Drake and Liam's eyes locked. The king knew he was on borrowed time with his best friend. Drake hadn't spoken to him in months since he left the tour, he thought everything would go back to normal when Drake asked him out of the blue for help with a costume but deep down he knew everything couldn't be fixed with a few borrowed clothes.

"Leo you're drunk." Drake chuckles awkwardly and switches topics "Hey i saw your article with Olivia it looked great."

"Thanks Drake...but it's Olivia's article I was just going for support and they wanted a couple photos of us together."

"You took that too didn't you." Leo mutters gulping down his glass as the men ignored him.

"Well I must say rarely had I ever seen Olivia smile like that."

"Yeah..." The image of that magazine cover was burned into Liam's mind. Since it came out he had been staring at their photo every night. But it wasn't Olivia's smile that looked so unfamiliar, it was his own.

Leo gives his brother a hard look then shakes his head. "Are you kidding me...Liam! You're in love with Olivia?"

"What! No...I'm not. I mean I love her and we... well---"

"They've had sex." Drake adds in, watching Leo's eyes widen as Liam blushes.

"It's not like that...we're not like that...I don't see her that way I mean she's like my sister right? She's like a sister to all of us...right?"

"Well... she's not my sister." Leo quips. "People don't usually have sex with their sisters, Liam...right Drake?"

"Take it from someone who has a sister, if you have to ask that question then she's not your sister." There's a slight chuckle in Drake's voice as he watches his friend hide his face in his hands.

A quick wrap on the door grabs the men's attention.

"Your Highness the commencement has begun." The guard announces holding the door out and waits.

"Well, wish me luck."Drake starts to walk out the door before turning around "Leo you coming? You know the King has to make his entrance alone."

"How about we do it together little brother?" Leo splays a drunken smile.

"How about you go ahead I will see you out there." The King walks over to a nearby mirror checking himself from every angle unaware of the look his brother gives him before walking out of the room.

The party was amazing,beautiful decorations, delicious food, the band even played a eclectic array of music from classical to county that even Drake would have enjoyed...if he was here, Riley thought at she stared at her plate.

"May I have this dance?" Riley spun around expecting it to be Drake only for Liam to be behind her with his hand stretched out for her to take.

"Yeah...sure."

Riley used the dance to keep on with the search, scanning through the array of faces for the one she needed to see

"Drake is here." Liam whispers in her ear."

"How did you..."

"You should go talk to him."

"Yeah...I should...If I could find him. I never knew love could be so...scary."

"Tell me about it..." Liam holds Riley close, as he spots Olivia in the crowd sitting alone staring at her empty glass. It had been the first time he'd seen her in weeks. Well that's not true he had seen her every night for the past week if that magazine counted.

"Why are you afraid?" Riley's words woke him from his thoughts.

"I'm going to talk to Olivia tonight."

"So you do have feelings for her? I knew it."

"That's the thing I don't know. Olivia is one of my closets friends I've known her longer than I've known Drake. I can't just go to her and say "Hey I don't know how I feel about you but I feel something and I want to explore that....she will eat me alive. She deserves more than that."

Riley tried not to smile as the dance came to an end. "Well it's now or never."

Liam bowed to her before slowly walking away giving himself a couple of deep breathes as he started towards empty chair next to the sunning red head. But his nerves got the better of him, and he turned on his heels quickly walking in the opposite direction.

Th second she found Drake her heart immediately skipped a beat. When his eyes landed on hers the world stopped. Riley couldn't hide her smile as she waved at him, she couldn't calm the frenzied butterflies that filled her as he began to walk in her direction. No, everything was a haze, everything but the tall man walking her way with the hidden smile on his face.

Riley saw nothing else, not even Olivia until she stood in front of her blocking Riley's vision of Drake.

"I see you're still here. Thought Drake calling off the wedding would have had you back to dining tables in New York by now." Olivia had her usual smirk but Riley could tell something was different, it was in her eyes, they usually were filled with fire now looked tired, and jaded.

"Hello to you too Olivia, if you'll excuse me I need to speak to..."

"Oh let it go Riley...honestly I'm surprise you didn't wear your wedding dress tonight...could have put some use to it."

Riley's attention was now fully on Olivia. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me!" the Duchess took another step towards Riley the fire slowly rising in those emerald eyes, but not fully.

"Olivia what is your problem...did you're little vacation from my unity tour leave a bitter taste in your mouth or something?"

"Stop playing dumb Riley. You told me to tell Liam how I felt just for you to run into his arms the second your fiancee leaves...to think I thought you were my friend." Olivia intentionally hits Riley's shoulder as she passes her out the ball room.

"Wait Olivia! I am your friend." Riley calls following behind her, Drake vanished somewhere in the crowd.

"Will you stop and let me talk to you for a second!"

"Oh just go back to bouncing from man to man, Riley...it's what you do best."

"Shut up Olivia! I'm not with Liam. I don't want Liam. And.....and he doesn't want me."

The words stop her in her tracks, she didn't want them to. She ordered her feet to move but her mind was too busy processing Riley's words.

"If you want him. Go get him." Riley tries to touch her shoulder but she brushes it away."

"I don't want your charity Riley. I am a Nevarkis and I--"

"I leave you for 2 weeks and you're already cat fighting over a boy...god did I teach you nothing?"

Olivia and Riley both look towards the voice, to find Lucretia not too far away.

"What are you doing here?" The Duchess scans her aunt from head to toe hard. Hard to believe someone who seemed to have dirt permanently under her fingernails could look naturally noble.

"I came to help you. I thought that once you got the information you needed you could use some assistance in..." She gave Riley a hard look choosing her words carefully "...going further with the plan."

"Hi! I'm Riley." she extends her hand out to the lady. "I'm Olivia's friend."

"Bite your tongue." Olivia spats "Aunt Lucretia, go home there is no plan."

Lucretia rolls her eyes at her niece completely ignoring Riley's hand . "See this is exactly why I'm here, to see how mighty this new king really is. You dear are just too love sick to think clearly." Lucretia scoffs "It's pathetic really, Olivia. Liam has no interest in you. If he did you would be queen by now."

"Yes... I know all this." she states with her head down.

"That's not true Liv, listen.. I just spoke with him and he---"

"Riley I think I've had enough of your input for a life time." Olivia looks to her friend motioning her towards the party.

"Fine. I will stay out of...whatever this is..." She quickly takes Olivia's hand pulling her in "But he does have feelings for you...just come back to the party. Talk to him."

Olivia takes her hand back and waits until Riley walks away dispersing behind the ballroom door.

"Why are you here?" She doesn't look at her aunt her eyes doesn't leave that ball room door.

"Well I told you, dear...I'm here to help. Clearly you are sidetracked so I came to steer you straight. To remind you of your duty."

"I'm not doing it...I will not take the throne from Liam." Olivia felt her aunt's cold hands touch her shoulder before turning her to face her.

"Of course you're not dear." there's a tight smile on her aunt's face as if she wanted to scowl instead of smile. "You're not ready. It took your mother years to go through with her plans...but eventually she figured out who Constantine really was, and you will see who Liam truly is...eventually." Lucretia takes her hand away. "If you need me I will be in Lythikos, the winter festival is only months away I assume you will need help making arraignments. Go. Have fun at your little party. Who knows, maybe he does actually want to be with you...and maybe if you're really lucky it wont be for a one night stand...again."

Riley spots Drake standing in a dark corner, staring into his almost empty glass.

"So you came?"

"Heh. I thought I could make an appearance." He did a little spin to show his costume. "What do you think? Do i look royal?"

Her eyes dance over him landing at the bulge through his white pants. She exhales hoping it would calm the tingles that immediately sparked at the sight. "Drake, you look perfect." she managed a light whine creeping out.

He gives a bashful smile, and she had to look away to stop herself from kissing him.

"Thank you Sutton, you look beautiful." Their eyes meet, and maybe it was her own desires taking over, but there seemed to be hunger in his eyes, like he wanted her as much as she needed him. "Would you like to dance, Riley?"

"I would love to."

Olivia made it back to her table in the ball room, a fresh drink waiting for her. She sat and sipped as she watched Drake and Riley dance. Their bodies were so close and they couldn't hide the foolish grins on their face. Damn them..damn them both.

"We....I...I missed you." she turned around to see Liam taking a seat behind her.

"Oh I'm sure you found a way to manage...I heard you and Riley were quite a team dealing with the riots."

Liam cleared his throat, his knee bobbed up and down underneath the table, so he quickly stood. "Will you dance with me?"

She wanted to say No to treat him with the same indifference she could easily do with any other man...but he wasn't any other man was he? He never was.

She took his hand and let him lead her to their own spot on the dance floor.

"You look enchanting tonight Olivia." The king's hand is placed firmly on the small of her back as he bends his head, looking at her through his lashes. Liam knew full well what he was doing, Olivia did too but why? Why was he doing it? It was hard to figure him out when he's looking at her like that.

The song ended but neither Drake nor Riley moved away from their dance. And as a new song began Riley laid her head on his shoulder. Her vanilla scent bringing tears to his eyes.

"Guess what..." Riley speaks in his ear.

“Hmm"

"I know this song."

"You actually know a county song...wow."

"They used to play it in the bar." She rocks with her love and begins to sing the song to him.

You may think that I'm talking foolish You've heard that I'm wild and I'm free You may wonder how I can promise you now This love that I feel for you always will be But you're not just time that I'm killin' I'm no longer one of those girls As sure as I live, this love that I give Is gonna be yours until the day that I die

Oh, baby, I'm gonna love you forever Forever and ever, amen

Drake didn't stop the tears were falling from his eyes, they were falling down hers as well. So they stood there on the dance floor swaying back and forth wiping each other's tears as Riley continued to sing. That is until they collided with another couple.

"Oh this is by far enough!" Neville's words ring out through the dance floor. "You two commoners come here and ruining our elegant night with your bluegrass and and your two left feet. Get out!"

"Neville, last I checked you are not King. You have a problem with us being here? Take it up with him!"

Olivia tried to keep her wits about her to not let her nerves show. If only she knew Liam was tying to do the same.

"You look amazing tonight." He smiles wide then quickly softens it.

"You already told me that...and thank you."

"Oh...sorry. Hey, have you seen your article?"

"Yes I read it. I was so excited, only for it to be some gossip column about us secretly being together. We've been friends since we were 5 if we wanted to be together it would have happened by now... right?"

Liam opened his mouth to speak, it went dry, stuttering before something finally came out. "W..Well it's funny you should mention that I wanted to talk with you about---"

"How dare you speak to me like that!"

The sound of Neville's raised voice takes both of their attention as it did the rest of the ball room.

"You're nothing but trash...the both of you! It makes sense the wanna-be noble ends up with the King's whore!"

"Neville speak one more word about Riley and I will knock your teeth in." Drake's stepped into Neville's face with clench jaw and fist.

"What's going on here?" Liam tries to interject.

"Good. I'm glad you're here Your Highness, your charity run for these two ends tonight." Neville takes a white glove from his suit jacket and smacks Drake in the face with it. "Drake Walker you want to be noble? Over my dead body. I challenge you to a dual...to the death!"

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ancienthinduism · 7 years

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Celebrating Our Goddess Supreme ~The Bengali way...DURGA PUJO !

FOR 5 days every year,KOLKATA city of the Eastern state of India - West Bengal ,explodes into a frenzied whirligig of devotion, hoopla and merriment.FEMALE POWER REIGNS SUPREME AS THIS FESTIVAL CELEBRATING THE MOTHER GODDESS AS KALI,SARASWATI & LAKSHMI IS VERY BIG .This is the ‘Mother’ of all celebrations : DURGA PUJA also known as DURGA PUJO.Here’s a peek into Kolkata’s own Mardi Gras - part religious,part cultural,wholly social.This year the ‘Pujos’ are from september 26 - 30,2017.

Durga Puja the biggest festival of ‘Bengalis’ ,is also considered as one of the social events of India. It is an auspicious festival of Bengalis which is also referred as a 10 days of carnival in the state of West Bengal and eastern state of India. In Kolkata the capital city of West Bengal and other neighboring states, magnificently created puja pandals are erected and are major attraction. Magnificent Pooja Pandals are unique in terms of their materials, theme and shapes. It is truly a delight for eyes to watch such magnificent Pandals of Durga Puja and amazingly carved goddess idols. For complete 10 days of celebration, a spurt of fanfare is easily sensed and that too especially on last 5 days of the festival. Bengalis consider Durga Puja as a wonderful festival celebration to reconnect with family and friends. In fact the air gets filled with the festivity during this time of the year. Read further to know more about Durga Puja in Kolkata.

THE HISTORY BEHIND THE ‘ PUJOS ’

Since centuries, Durga Puja celebrations have been a significant affair for Bengal, however the community gatherings and para (neighbourhood) preparation dates back to 17th- 18th century A.D, when several zamindars and aristocrats would hold Lavish pujas bringing together the entire locality under one roof. For instance the Aatchala Puja in Kolkata, which was started by renowned zamindar Lakshmikanta Majumder in the year 1610 or the Shobha Bazar Choto Rajbari at 33 Raja Nabakrishna Road in Kolkata, which was initiated in the year 1757. Even outside of Bengal, the trend of hosting lavish pujas with artful Goddess Durga idol and extravagant pandals has become popular. We will now take through the Most distinct traditions of this “ GLORIOUS FESTIVAL of the Kolkata.

PART 1 ~ THE PREPARATIONS

Durga Puja festival preparations commences one or two months in prior to the celebration dates. Just like Diwali bonus offered to employees in North India, in Kolkata Puja Bonus is offered to employees of both government as well as private organizations. In fact, many Pre-pooja bargain sales are also offered by shops in Kolkata as they get huge amount of sale during the festival. The festival is in fact welcomed with great enthusiasm by every household.

PART 2 ~ THE MAKING OF THE IDOL

Many years back, Durga Puja festival was celebrated within the families at home and now it has turned into a community festival which is celebrated at Puja pandals. Few months prior to the festival celebration in Kumartuli which is a place near to Kolkata, amazing idols of goddess Durga are given shape. It is a famous place for production of beautiful idols of gods and goddesses. Here the expert artisans show their talent in making idols of Goddess Durga, Lord Kartikeya, Goddess Saraswati, Lord Ganesha, Goddess Lakshmi and the demon Mahisasura which are required for the festival.

PART 3 ~ THE GRAND DECORATIONS

On Durga Puja, pooja pandals are the main attraction. Many people are much talented in developing Puja Pandals (huge covered stage for Puja) with use of wood, paper, bamboos, plastic materials, clothes and other amazing stuffs. Innovative ideas of making Pandal set ups and goddess idols are done with great devotion and a lot of money is erected in Puja Pandals which are all decked with mesmerizing art work. In fact many pandals are also built in shape of world famous monuments or structures.

PART 4 ~ THE CELEBRATIONS

The major days of the celebration of Durga Puja celebration are seventh, eight, ninth and the tenth day. Basically, the celebration of Durga Puja gears its pace on the 6th day of celebration that is on Maha Shashti. The major rituals of Durga Puja start on the 7th day. The priest is called upon to chant the mantras, shlokas of Puja and perform aarti at the pandal of the Puja. Moreover, there are many cultural activities held such as dance and song competitions as well as games are also organized during last few days of the festival celebration. Many professional artists like singers, dancers, musicians are also called for singing bhajan and stuti of Goddess Durga. Apart from pandal decorations, the city is also illuminated and decorated with displays of colorful and sparkling lights. Also educational institutions as well as offices are closed during four main days of Durga Puja celebration. Indeed, Durga Puja is the biggest and most cheerfully celebrated festival of Kolkata or West Bengal state generally .

HOW THE BONGS CELEBRATE NAVARATRI ~

a. The Dhunuchi Dance

Dhunuchi Dance is called Dhunuchi because it is performed with Dhunachi . Dhunachi is a native Indian incense burner used during Aarti. The Dhunachi has a flared shape and held by a stem and it has a large cavity at the top. Dhunachi is traditionally made of earthenware so that heat is insulated from the handle and it can be hold in arms for long duration without any discomfort. Dhunachi is lit by placing burning coal at the bottom, which ignites a layer of slow-burning coconut husk, on which incense (usually camphor) is sprinkled. In Eastern India especially in West Bengal, Dhunuchi Nritya is very common during Durga Puja.Dhunuchi dance is performed with two Dhunachi in hands (with single Dhunachi in each hand) along with the frenzy beat of Bengali country drums known as Dhak. In many communities, Dhunuchi competitions are organized and some dancers perform Dhunuchi dance with as many as three Dhunachi by holding third Dhunachi between the teeth.

b. The Tradition of ‘SINDOOR KHELA’

It is an age old ritual that on the day of Durga puja, women apply sindoor/sindur on the goddess’s feet or forehead and then start smearing it to all the married women around. However, unmarried women or widows are not allowed to celebrate Sindoor Khela. Sindoor Khela celebrates the pride that Bengali wives take in having a husband and to wish a long happy life of her better half. The customary “Sindoor Khela” marks the end of the biggest festival of the Bengalis. It is the time when all the actresses in Kolkata get together and splash each other with the vermilion.

c. The Durga Puja of the ‘BONEDI’ families of Kolkata

During Durga Puja festival at Bengal the star attraction are the different Barowari Pujas conducted by several clubs and associations. The themes of Pandal and idols of these pujas change every year. Latest themes of Pandals and idol are the talk of the town.Generally overlooked by the Pandal hoppers are the Durga Pujas held privately in several families some of whom were affluent and stalwarts in yesteryear, specially during the Colonial Regime. Although the financial condition is not affluent as it was in earlier days (mainly because the Zamindari system was abolished post independence), yet these families till date perform Durga Puja with dedication maintaining all the rituals. The Pujas are all of 100+ years, some even 200+ and 300+ years old. Everyone of the families gather to celebrate Durga Puja with pomp and show as an annual get-together.

On the Pooja days, devotees wake up early in the morning, and observe a fast until the Durga Anjali that takes place early in the evening around 6-6:30pm, after which they break their fasts with fruits and sweets. Soon after the cultural activities and programs kickstarts, and so does the joy of pandal hopping. With so many beautiful pandals lined up across the city, several families try to make it a point to visit as many pandals in a day as possible.The pandals are often lined with many food stalls, selling the best Kathi Rolls, kebabs, fried fish, biryani, other savoury and sweet snacks. The round of gorging on delicious food ends only on the evening of Vijay Dashami with a good serving of several Mughalai & Indian delicacies like,Mutton Biryani or some Mutton Kosha and loochi (a close cousin of poori).

~ (The sumptuous traditional bengali Navaratri meal)

FIND BENGALI DURGA PUJO CALENDER HERE - OM SHAKTI - Om Krim Kali

May her blessings remove all obstacles from your path of life as she removes the darkness from the universe…. Happy Durga Puja

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wannawrite · 7 years

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Danced Into My Heart

Hotshot's Go Hojung X Reader [ fem ver. ] fem version because I might a male version ??? or gender neutral it. this is a safe space for all LGBT :) fLuffY

Word count: 3006

• your dance studio win a dance competition • Hotshot reacts to your video • and suddenly! boom! you guys are invited to a variety show with them but ofc something has to happen ;) ( hosted by MAUVE sunbaenims )

• Hojung really likes you ;)

hello, my friends, it's about time I wrote something for my other bodybuilder Hotshot son. And about time I resurrected MAUVE and fly them back in from Taiwan...hehe. I'm sorry my works have been really lacking lately, I do apologise but our request box will be open until sometime next week, confirmed soon in an update. Blow it up while you still can ;) Why do people still sleep on Hotshot? Jelly is a bop. All their songs are bops. I hope you like this anon! also trying to make more of my works gender neutral... or you guys can request for specific versions and I'll try it out :) - admin L __________ "And, the first place winner is....101 Dance Studio! ( original™ ) Congratulations!" Taehyun announced, the rest of the members joined in with an applause. Meanwhile, you and your dance team could not even stop the excited screams and jumps as you viewed their live stream. The team had spent hours alone on the choreography, just thinking about the amount of time and effort put into booking the shoot locations and costuming made you feel so sick. You were glad all the hard work had paid off. First place in an international competition! How crazy was that? "Ahh, we will be watching and reacting to the videos of the winners of this competition! Also, there will be a special surprise for the first place!" Timoteo continued, eliciting more shrieks from you and your friends. "What? No way! What? What just happened?" Seulki spluttered out, her face hidden by her messy long hair. Cassandra just stared wide eyed at the screen in disbelief, her grip on Yeojin's arm was so tight you swore that your friend was going to pass out. "I think I'm going to die," Junho murmured, fanning his face in a daze. "How did we just-" "Winners, please check your email right after this! We'll see you guys with the official video soon. Bye!" Junhyuk waved to the camera and the VLive ended. An announcement was soon posted. Hotshot official Make sure to watch our reaction video uploaded to our youtube channel tomorrow! Congratulations to all the winners! #Hotshot

There was a scramble to refresh the 101 Dance Studio email inbox. Junho clicked the refresh button about a hundred and one times per second, everyone was filled with anticipation. Yeojin and Cassandra huddled together, inhaling deeply. "Y/N, what do you think it will be?" Seulki asked you as she tapped your shoulder. "I'm nervous!" "Guys! I got it! We got the email!" Dear 101 Dance Studio, Congratulations on winning Hotshot's 'Jelly' dance competition! To congratulate you, we have planned something exciting. Pack your bags! Your team is headed to Seoul, Korea to appear on a variety show with Hotshot! read more...... There was a quiet pause to let the entire email sink in before everyone exploded into shouts of excitement. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" Chaos broke out. Cassandra was frantically the studio director - her cousin - while Yeojin flipped over a couple of chairs. Junho nearly passed out and you could only stop and stare in disbelief. It was crazy. "We're going to meet Hotshot!" ... Reality refused to sink in until the day itself when you were at the airport, dragging your pieces of luggage behind you. You could never fathom this, it was incomprehensible almost. The whole morning passed by in a blur, your brain couldn't process anything else but the mantra that you would be meeting Hotshot. "This is crazy," you muttered to Seulki. "Am I dreaming?" She pinched your arm and you yelped in shock but it did confirm that this entire situation was real and happening. Seulki was asleep throughout the entire duration of the plane ride so you had no one to rant your excitement to. It was painful. How could they be sleeping at this time? You groaned when you realised your entire team had fallen asleep. Sulkily, you played with the television screen but if you were honest, your mind was somewhere else. Hotshot could not leave your train of thought. It was crazy, you were going to appear on a variety show with them. Only significant people were invited to shows like this, what had you done? Maybe it was just a lucky fan encounter thing, five minutes of screen time was better than nothing. I suppose I'll only know when we reach... Though you promised yourself that you were too pumped up to sleep, you found your eyelids growing heavy and drooping. Eventually, you succumbed into a deep slumber. That didn't last very long. It felt as if the second you shut your eyes, the next they fluttered open, alert. "Y/N! Wake up! We've arrived in Seoul!" Seulki shouted, shaking your shoulders. She beamed happily, hardly containing her energy. "Come on! Hurry up!" You hastily unfastened your seat belt and waited for the snaking queue to move before retrieving your bags. Junho and Yeojin were on the phone with the organiser and manager respectively as all of you moved through immigration. Your hands reached to wipe the bleariness from your eyes, you wanted to feel and look refreshed. "Ahh, okay. Thank you," Yeojin said sweetly before hanging up. "Our car is already outside. Uh, they said we can rest awhile at the hotel before going down to the filming location for a briefing and rehearsal. Filming will start tomorrow at eleven in the morning. They have sent us the schedule, I'll print it out once we reach the hotel." "Wow. It's like we're being treated like idols," Cassandra mused dreamily, her eyes clouded over and if she was in a cartoon, there would be hazy clouds above her head. Seulki snapped her fingers. "Yah! Wake up! We're just...guesting on a show. We can't get used to this," she hissed but you knew she only had good intentions. You swung your arms around her shoulders. "Ahh, Seulki-ah, let us live a little. This is the most rewarding thing we've ever done. Let us enjoy our thirty seconds of fame," you sang knowing full well Seulki always gave in to you. You knew she just wanted to prevent you from getting caught up in unrealistic expectations or fantasies. After this, you would be flying home, continue with your mundane life and probably never get an opportunity like this again. You wanted to make the best of it. Yeojin yelled for everyone to hurry up. "The van is here! Let's not make them wait!" ... The morning sunlight flittered through the day curtains of your hotel room, the light cast speckles of warmth to kiss your skin lightly. It was a brilliant way to wake up. Cassandra had already gotten dressed in her attire by the time you opened your eyes. Luckily, there was a lot of time and you were quick at getting ready. "Ooh, sis you look amazing," Cassandra complimented as you changed into a black shirt and button up denim skirt. You thanked her before the two of you headed out for breakfast with the rest of the crew.

"I'm so anxious! I can't even eat!" Yeojin squeaked, stabbing at her food aimlessly. Junho was the only one appreciating the full capacity of the buffet table. Though you were nervous as well, you tried your best to eat a fulfilling meal. The day was going to be a long one, and you also could not confirm when the next meal would be. You felt the telltale buzz of your phone and quickly answered the call.

"Hello? This is Y/N from 101 Dance Studio," you greeted, unsure of who the person on the other end of the line was. All eyes at the table fixated on you.

"Hi, Y/N. This is the organiser for this show. We're so sorry to inform you that filming today is cancelled due to a mix up in schedules concerning the MAUVE hosts. Our apologies. We have already extended your team's stay at the hotel. Do drop by the studio today though, more information will be provided then. Thank you." Whoever it was sounded extremely flustered and worried, did had one job and someone messed everything up.

"Who was it?" Junho asked, eyes wavering. "Was it the organiser or manager? What did they say? Are we okay?"

Seulki smacked his arm, "Shush! Let her speak."

You breathed in deeply. "I don't know how to...explain? Rationally."

"Tell us! It's okay! What's the worse that could happen?" Cassandra pushed, smiling but her brows were creased in confusion.

"Um? The worse thing that could happen? Well, the whole show gets cancelled, we're flown back home and none of us gets to meet Hotshot after anticipating this for so long," Yeojin pointed out bluntly. Now it was Junho's turn to slap her shoulder.

"The organiser said filming has to be rescheduled, we're to head down to the building for a meeting though," you informed. "We don't have a lot of time. Let's go. Seulki, call the car."

There was a frenzy of confusion and panic even after the van's door had shut and raced towards the studio.

...

"We apologise for the mix-up but there's nothing we can do now since the MAUVE girls are already on their flight to Hong Kong and won't return until Thursday," one of the organisers told you, she looked genuinely apologetic.

I guess she's just thinking about the funds wasted on our hotel bills....... Today is only Sunday, we were supposed to be out by tomorrow but now we can only leave on Friday. Plus, our hotel doesn't seem cheap either.

"For now, uh, you guys can wait in your dressing rooms for Hotshot to arrive for the meeting to commence." She twisted the key in the lock and pushed open the wooden door to reveal a spotless dressing room. "We'll call you if anything. And...remember the contracts you signed, nothing is to be photographed and leaked to the public." You all nodded, reassuring her that nothing terrible would happen but once she was gone and at least two metres down the hall, Cassandra and Seulki started taking pictures.

"I'll drop them to my Dropbox in case they check our phones and delete them. I'll still have a copy," Yeojin said, taking pictures of the scenic view from the thirty-fourth level.

You rolled your eyes at your friend's antics but soon enough, your camera roll was bursting with pictures too.

All of a sudden, there were two sharp knocks on the door and everyone scrambled to find a 'normal' seating position. Another staff member opened the door and announced that Hotshot had arrived so he would be escorting you to the meeting room.

You had to bite your lips to stop squealing, your heart beat madly in your chest and icy shivers began to travel all over your body

Keep it together, Y/N. Pull yourself together. Do not be a mess. Professionalism. Be professional.

After what seemed like countless corridors filled with more doors, the staff stopped outside a fancy glass door and tapped on it. He pushed it open and gestured for you to enter.

There was evidence that Hotshot had been here first, two roller chairs were left pushed out and some of their bags were in the room. The staff had turned to talk to his earpiece before quickly dashing out again.

"Woah......."

You could barely breathe. The atmosphere was so tense it choked you.

"Yo Cass, what do you think? Your family pretty much owns our asses anyway, should we introduce you as the leader?" Junho joked in an attempt to light up the mood. "You did dance Junhyuk's role anyway."

Cassandra nodded, at a loss for words. No one could even utter a word. In fact, you could hear the beats of your heart. Then, the door opened. Junhyuk was the first to walk in.

You quickly shot out of your seat and bowed. "Hello!" The rest of your friends doing the same.

The remaining members entered and a tall, well-dressed woman followed behind. She smiled at both groups. "Hi, thank you all for joining us despite...sudden changes made in the filming dates. We sincerely apologise but today, we shall carry on with the briefing but first, let us introduce ourselves."

"2...3..." Junhyuk counted down to the greeting.

"Hello! We are Hotshot."

You clapped enthusiastically, not believing you had witnessed their greeting with your own eyes. The boys introduced themselves one by one and slowly, you could feel your heart rate slowing down but face heating up.

Especially when it was Hojung's turn and he let his gaze lock with yours, lingering on your figure before beaming brightly.

Oh gosh......

You tuned out to whatever the manager was saying for a good ten minutes or so, spellbound by the attractive maknae. He was just a bit older than you but clearly more attractive than any other guy around your age in your hometown. As those thoughts filled your head, Hojung caught your stare, he smiled shyly. Flustered realising he had caught you, you quickly shifted your gaze to the manager as she explained what the show was about.

Oh my gosh! He caught me looking at him. How do I handle this now?

"To make up for the pushed back air date of this episode, we arranged with the producers to allow a special two-hour long episode! Which means that...you guys have to work together for awhile. The team decided on a cheerful concept so we're sending all of you Lotte World!" An applause broke out before she continued. "There's another contract to be signed before that and it will be filmed in the last few opening hours to after hours for better content. Honestly, we just need some cute fan interactive content so this is play time for you guys but you must collect at least an hour worth of proper footage."

This is crazy! This is just mad! We just danced to 'Jelly' and now they're sending us to play with Hotshot at Lotte World? What?

( I'm very unrealistic let me live )

"The cars will arrive at your hotels at four thirty in the afternoon sharp. We must film soon. The meeting is done, I need to move so Hotshot, be good and uh, you can get to know your fans a bit more," she said then hurried out of the room after bidding both groups goodbye.

"Hi! How are you guys? How was your flight?" Taehyun quizzed, eager to get to know you and your friends.

"Oh, it was good. They slept most of the way through," you replied, chuckling.

"Ahhh. We were very impressed by your cover. Thank you for working hard. You guys deserve to win. It was amazing!" Junhyun praised, clapping. "What are your names?"

“Hello, my name is Yeojin."

"I'm Junho."

"My name is Cassandra! Hello!"

"Hi, you can call me Seulki."

"Hey, I'm Y/N.

"Seulki caught Hojung mouthing your name to test it out. She nudged you in the ribs, smirking.

"Let's bond well so that filming will run smoothly later on!"

...

You found yourself in the seat next to Hojung's, talking about anything under the sun to him. He was such an easy-going and excitable person it was fun to talk to him. His eyes always held such a playful gleam in them and they sparkled when he smiled.

"Y/N, let's be close friends. You can call me 'oppa'. Okay?" He suggested, winking.

Is ?? he ?? really ?? Asking ?? Me ?? That ?? Oh ?? My ?? God ?? It's only fair though since I am younger.

"Sure sunbae- uhh, Hojung oppa," you corrected, smiling bashfully.

"Ahhh," he muttered, cheeks reddening slightly as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "What do you want to do at Lotte World?" He set his arms on the table and cupped his face. "Ahh, there's so much to do there!"

You managed to stammer out an answer which Hojung happily replied to. He seemed to enjoy talking to you, he was always grinning and making eye contact. It flattered you, really. Hojung was such a likeable person whom you could foresee being close to even after this stint had ended.

After awhile, a staff member came to collect both of you to usher everyone back to the hotels to prepare.

Hojung pouted, he handed you his phone. "Can I get your number? You know, in case you get lost or what not."

You chuckled, agreeing and punching your number in his phone. "See you later."

He smiled before following his hyungs out of the room.

...

As soon as the room was far behind them, San turned to Hojung and shoved his chest playfully with a smug smile on his face. "Yah, you're really too much! Is Y/N the only person in that room hm? Has she taken over your life? Is she the centre of your universe now?" He teased, laughing.

"Hojungie, you're terrible you know. Junho was calling you, 'hyung! Hyung!' so many times but you ignored him! So rude," Timoteo scoffed playfully. "Yah, so why do you like her so much? Is someone in loveeeeeee?" He gently pinched Hojung's cheek.

Taehyun collapsed in a fit of laughter. "Ahh, Hojung is so caught up with Y/N! She has him wrapped around her finger. Are you going to leave us now too?"

Hojung's face was bright red. "Y-yah! Hyungs, s-stop it. It's r-really nothing! I-I'm-" he stuttered, clearly troubled and unsure of what to do. Eventually, he allowed his protests to be drowned out by the teasings of his hyungs.

By the time they reached the van, Junhyuk had planned out the entire wedding and Taehyun was busy calling Sungwoon to tell him the news. San couldn't wipe the satisfied smirk off his face after Hojung's face was the colour of a tomato, ten different shades included.

"Hojung, are you going to ride the Ferris wheel with her?" He goofed.

"Are you going to kiss Y/N at the top?" Timo added with smooching sound effects.

"Ahh, we should probably give you two some privacy at Lotte World. It'll be like... the first date in your life?" Junhyuk joked, which earned a roar of laughter from the boys and a slap on the back from Hojung.

Hojung huffed as he fanned his face but secretly, he couldn't wait to see you again. Maybe it was a blessing that filming had been pushed back and that he could spend more time with you. Just the thought of being around you made him smile.

"Yah, what's that smile on your face? It's Y/N isn't it?"

If only his hyungs could leave him alone.........

#hotshot #hotshot scenarios #choi junhyuk #ha sungwoon #noh taehyun #go hojung #yoon san #kim moonkyu #timoteo

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Thiji started out as a simple nobleman looking to make a name for himself in Eorzea, venturing out of the Sagolii Desert into the mainland to pursue the adventurer life. He had butted heads with many individuals in the Adventure League, and faced numerous hardships therein. He had tried so arduously to find love, and it would seemingly turn fruitless as he sought out that which he could not gain, condemned to a life of loneliness.

He had dealt with a destruction-happy Lady of the Vortex in an effort to stand out. Yet his legacy of generosity would begin when he sent his companion Glacius back home to bring funds from his own coffers to aid in the Adventure League's housing fund. But Thiji did not do it for attention - he did it not for himself - but for his friends. He knew that he alone had the power to cement their foothold within the Goblet, and his offering was simply a donation, whilst other parties attempted to gyp them with loans.

Yet his love life would finally look up as Mamai Mai entered his life. ��It was an ephemeral relationship, ended by the unforgiving ire wrought by the fanatical Lady of Frost.

The chain of events that followed led the Mythrite Sultan down the path to martial perfection, temporarily forsaking the Regalia to satisfy his wrath and bloodlust as he took down scores of harriers and Nidhogg's brood alike, and even struck down the warmongering Lord of the Hive after a climactic struggle. Whether it was through a frozen end, a hellacious skewering, a savage series of relentless slashes, or a brutal beating by his own two hands, each kill was in the name of - at the time - the only woman in his life who loved him.

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And when he had took back up the mantle of merchant, he had made leaps and bounds in his efforts. He has shared vast amounts of knowledge from his adventures in Eorzea with his people back home, and brought the Regalia into a golden age of prosperity. His generosity and goodwill would soon reach the ears of other adventurers, and he would begin to gain numerous friends and allies who adored and cheered him on even in the toughest of times. Thiji would present events and giveaways by the moon, offering his wares to the public at free and reduced prices so that all would have the opportunity to indulge in the latest fashion trends.

Three long years later he would find love in Nanago Nago, whom has had eyes on him since childhood. Though it was the holiday he hated the most for obvious reasons (and still does to this day), their love would begin to bloom. They faced many trials and tribulations together, even conquering their greatest enemy: themselves. And now a year later, he has lived a full winter with his Sultana in marital bliss, and had even utilized his own resources to build a new empire for her from the ground up. To culminate, the two now have a child on the way.

So much and more has befallen Thiji Higuri in the four years he had spent within the realm known as Eorzea. He has seen it for all its glory, its splendor, and even its harshness and cruelty. There was no doubt in his mind when he stated time and again that the realm has problems, but he does not have to solve them alone. This fact alone reassured the Mythrite Sultan. He was all set for coming times ahead.

He had developed a vast network of highly skilled female maidservants who train daily to ensure the list of the Regalia's enemies is kept at a minimum, and more and more join the fold by the moon...

He has gained backing from several Free Companies that have given him support since the moment he made his first appearance in the Sea Breeze Bazaar. Now he is a Patron of the Lion Order, whose people will not hesitate to bring the pain to their foes and shield those in need of succor.

The Mythrite Sultan had no reason to fear. His homeland in Thavnair wasn't going to be suffering Garlean incursion anytime soon thanks to their masterful politics and trading relations - and even if problems were to arise, he has an extremely lethal scythe murderer for a sister-in-law to whom the Garleans would have to answer.

Though he is annoyed with all the conflict the realm keeps getting itself into, there is still much he can learn from it; there were still more secrets to unearth, even in the world of fashion.

And with the Soul of the Sultan shining brightly upon his forehead, he would be determined to seek that knowledge out - even if it meant ruining the days of a few Garleans in the process.

After giving thanks to those whom have shown him much support since he had commenced his philanthropic efforts - after paying respects to his loved ones who have passed on to Thal's realm and fought bravely to uphold what good is left of the realm - after many, many moons of triumphs, failures, oaths and betrayals, it was clear what Thiji had to do. He had maintained a perfect balance of entrepreneur and frenzied fighter - of Power and Beauty - and while he absolutely relished in the heat of combat, he makes sure that those around him are taken care of first, for his riches mean nothing if not used for good.

Thus the Mythrite Sultan returned home to train after his conversation with Lady Gwenneth, his mind now free of all worries and strife; free of all his inner and outer turmoil - and Thiji was always at his most dangerous when his mind was clear. Monumental changes would be taking place soon, and nothing was going to stop him from obtaining the knowledge necessary to further his mastery in jewel and clothcraft. Thus did the Mythrite Sultan come to a decision, a verdict:

An ideal means nothing until you fight for it. And Garlemald would soon receive this message in spades.

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via Today Bharat Kangana Ranaut's recent remark comparing Mumbai to Pakistan-occupied-Kashmir (PoK) has drawn the ire of the ruling Shiv Sena which also controls the BMC. Here's how the events unfolded throughout the day. Amid high drama and media frenzy, Bollywood star Kangana Ranaut, who has been involved in a spat with Shiv Sena over her recent remarks comparing Mumbai with PoK, returned to the city even as the Bombay High Court stayed the demolition process initiated by the BMC for alleged illegal construction at the actor’s Pali Hill office. Upon her arrival from her hometown in Himachal Pradesh, Kangana, who has been given Y-plus category security from the Centre, fired a fresh salvo at Maharashtra Chief Minister Uddhav Thackeray, saying his “ego will be destroyed” the way her Bandra home was demolished. “Uddhav Thackeray tujhe kya lagta hai? (what do you think?) My home was demolished today, your arrogance will crumble tomorrow. Thus is the wheel of time, it keeps changing,” she said in video message. Kangana Ranaut and Shiv Sena leader Sanjay Raut have been involved in a war of words after the actress had earlier compared “Mumbai to Pakistan-occupied-Kashmir (PoK)” and said she “feared Mumbai Police more than the movie mafia”. Earlier in the day, a Brihanmumbai Municipal Corporation (BMC) team demolished “illegal alterations” at the actress’ bungalow at Pali Hill in Bandra with a bulldozer and excavators. However, the HC expressed displeasure and stayed the demolition process after Ranaut moved the court challenging the notice issued by the Mumbai civic body. Ranaut had purchased the bungalow in 2017 and had renovated it in January this year. The BMC on Tuesday had issued a “stop-work” notice to Ranaut for alleged illegal construction, under section 354(A) of the Mumbai Municipal Corporation (MMC) Act, to stop the ongoing work inside the premises and produce the permissions for the illegal constructions. Reactions from political leaders in support and opposition of the actor kept pouring in. Here’s how the events unfolded throughout the day: BMC starts demolition, then stops The BMC began demolition work shortly after 11 am. A BMC team reached the bungalow at Pali Hill in Bandra with bulldozer and excavators and demolished alterations made sans the civic body’s approval. BMC officials arrived this morning to demolish portions of her bungalow even as the actor was on her way to Mumbai. (Express photo by Amit Chakravarty) Soon after, Ranaut tweeted, “I am never wrong and my enemies prove again and again this is why my Mumbai is POK now.” She also posted photos of BMC staff engaged in the demolition work at the bungalow, which she had purchased for Rs 20 crore in 2017. Before the demolition work on Wednesday, the BMC posted a second notice outside her bungalow, informing her of the action being taken by the civic body, an official told PTI. Bombay HC stays demolition Kangana then moved the Bombay High Court, challenging the notice issued by the Mumbai civic body for “illegal construction” at her bungalow and sought a stay on the demolition process. Later in the day, a division bench of Justices S J Kathawalla and R I Chagla stayed the demolition process and directed the civic body to file an affidavit in response to the plea. The court posted the matter for hearing on Thursday. “We cannot help but mention here that if the MCGM would act with similar swiftness qua the numerous unauthorized constructions, the City would be a completely different place to live in,” the bench said. “The corporation appears to have overnight woken up from its slumber, issued notice to the petitioner (Ranaut), that too when she is out of the state, directing her to respond within 24 hours, and not granting her any further time, despite written request, and proceeding to demolish the said Premises upon completion of 24 hours…though the manner in which the BMC has proceeded to commence demolition work of the said premises, prima facie does not appear to be bonafide and smacks of malafide,” the bench said. Babur and his army 🙂#deathofdemocracy pic.twitter.com/L5wiUoNqhl — Kangana Ranaut (@KanganaTeam) September 9, 2020 Kangana said the civic body should focus on the shoddy state of roads instead of targeting her bungalow. “BMC, these are mumbai road and all you are concerned about is DEMOLITION of an actress house who is exposing mafia. KUDOS to you..!! #DeathOfDemocracy,” Kangana tweeted. She also posted a photo of a Mumbai road riddled with several potholes. Shiv Sena shows black flags to Kangana Kangana reached Chandigarh airport in the morning to board a commercial flight to Mumbai. The ‘Queen’ actor reached Mumbai at 2:30 pm and was greeted with black flags and slogans from protesting Shiv Sena workers. But there was support too from workers of the RPI(A) and Karni Sena, who also gathered at the airport. Later, she posted a video message on her social media, addressing Maharashtra Chief Minister and Shiv Sena leader Uddhav Thackeray, where she said his “ego will be destroyed” the way her Bandra home was demolished. Kangna Ranaut, Kangna Ranaut security, Kangna Ranaut Shiv Sena spat, Kangna Ranaut PoK, Kangna Ranaut Pakistan, Kangna Ranaut news, Indian Express Kangna Ranaut in Chandigarh amid high security on September 9, 2020. “Uddhav Thackeray, ‘tujhe kya lagta hai’ (what do you think)?. You think you have taken a huge revenge by destroying my house in collusion with the movie mafia. Today my house is destroyed, tomorrow it will be your ego. The wheels of time keep changing,? she said in a video message in Hindi. “Uddhav Thackeray, this cruelty and terrorism, it is good that it happened to me because there is some meaning to it,” she said in the video. तुमने जो किया अच्छा किया 🙂#DeathOfDemocracy pic.twitter.com/TBZiYytSEw — Kangana Ranaut (@KanganaTeam) September 9, 2020 The actor said she was working on a project on Ayodhya but now understands the pain of Kashmir Pandits and will also make a movie on their plight. “… also government has banned any demolitions in Covid till September 30, Bullywood watch now this is what Fascism looks like #DeathOfDemocracy #KanganaRanaut,” the actor tweeted. BMC action creates doubts, says Sharad Pawar Amid a row over BMC demolishing parts of Ranaut’s Pali Hill office, NCP supremo Sharad Pawar Wednesday said illegal construction in Mumbai was not a new thing and the action by the civic body in view of the present situation “gives space for creating doubts in the minds of people”. “I do not have much information on the action taken by the BMC. However, illegal construction in Mumbai is not a new thing. In view of the present situation, taking action gives space for creating doubts in the minds of people. The BMC has its own rules and officers may have taken action as per what they felt was right,” Pawar, whose party is part of the ruling alliance with the Shiv Sena in Maharashtra, said. Without naming the Bollywood actress, Pawar also said undue importance was being attached to the statements made by Ranaut, claiming people were not taking her remarks seriously. “We give undue importance to people who make such statements. We need to see the impact of such statements. In my opinion, people do not take such comments seriously. The people of Mumbai and Maharashtra know the efficiency of the Mumbai Police,” he said. “If someone talks about equivalence with Pakistan, there is no need to take the person seriously and no need to pay heed to such people,” Pawar said. BJP, Shiv Sena react to Bombay HC order BJP MLA Ashish Shelar said the Shiv Sena-controlled BMC showed promptness in demolishing parts of the actress bungalow. “The action has been taken out of revenge,” PTI quoted him as saying. He asked the BMC why action was not taken last year when the structure was built, if it is illegal. “This shows you will be saved if you come with us (the ruling party). Action will be taken, if you dont. That is their approach. The MVA government led by Thackeray is playing politics of vendetta,” Shelar alleged. He further said illegal constructions have come up some metres away from the chief ministers residence. “But we cant see action being taken there. It is unfortunate that action is being taken only selectively. This is an egoistic government,” he said. Senior BJP leader Subramanian Swamy tweeted, “Tell Kangana to keep the faith. We are with her in this struggle.” Maharashtra NCP president and Irrigation Minister Jayant Patil tweeted that some ‘people’ comparing “this great city and our police force to that of Pakistan is outlandish” and it is just to “gain publicity and limelight”. “It is painful to come across people who are not grateful to what Mumbai and Maharashtra has to offer – in terms of the opportunities, women safety and tolerance,” he said. “Mumbai is the mother that does not discriminate. Let us all be respectful to the spirit of Mumbai and the dignity of the elected offices of the state,” he added. It is painful to come across people who are not grateful to what Mumbai and Maharashtra has to offer – in terms of the opportunities, women safety and tolerance.#UddhavThackeray#BMCMumbai — Jayant Patil (@Jayant_R_Patil) September 9, 2020 Meanwhile, Himachal Pradesh Chief Minister Jai Ram Thakur condemned BMC’s action, saying she ‘is a daughter’ of the state and she should get a ‘proper atmosphere’ to work in her field. Speaking in State Assembly, Thakur said his government has provided security at Ranaut’s Manali residence and 11 CRPF commandos would accompany her wherever she would go in the country as part of the Y-plus security provided by the Centre. Himachal Pradesh will do its best to ensure her security, he added. “Kangana is a daughter of Himachal Pradesh and she has brought laurels not only to the state but to the entire country,” he said in the assembly, adding she should get proper atmosphere to work in her field. Kangana’s lawyer says BMC lying about illegal construction Kangana’s lawyer Rizwan Siddiqui claimed the BMC was lying about illegal construction at the bungalow. “The BMC is lying. It’s lying on record (about illegal construction at the bungalow). They said they have given stop-work notice. But such notice is given when the construction process is underway,” PTI quoted him as saying. “There is no construction going on at the place. It was over about one-and-a-half years ago,” he added. Siddiqui said the BMC officials did not stop the process even after being told that Kangana had moved the Bombay High Court against the demolition.

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US governors feel heat from protesters, president to ease restrictions meant to contain Covid-19 spread

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US governors feel heat from protesters, president to ease restrictions meant to contain Covid-19 spread

Stores in Texas can soon begin selling merchandise with curbside service, and hospitals can resume nonessential surgeries. In Florida, people are returning to a few beaches and parks. And protesters are clamoring for more.

Governors eager to rescue their economies and feeling heat from President Donald Trump are moving to ease restrictions meant to control the spread of the coronavirus, even as new hot spots emerge and experts warn that moving too fast could prove disastrous.

Adding to the pressure are protests against stay-at-home orders organized by small-government groups and Trump supporters. They staged demonstrations Saturday in several cities after the president urged them to “liberate” three states led by Democratic governors.

Protests happened in Republican-led states, too, including at the Texas Capitol and in front of the Indiana governor’s home. Texas Gov. Greg Abbott already said that restrictions will begin easing next week. Indiana Gov. Eric Holcomb – who signed an agreement with six other Midwestern states to coordinate reopening – said he would extend his stay-at-home order until May 1.

For the first time in weeks, people were able to visit some Florida beaches, but they were still subject to restrictions on hours and activities. Beaches in big cities stayed closed.

Meanwhile, infections kept surging in the Northeast.

Rhode Island, between the hot spots of Massachusetts and New York, has seen a steady daily increase in infections and deaths, with nursing home residents accounting for more than 90 of the state’s 118 deaths. The state’s death rate of around 10 people per 100,000 is among the nation’s highest per capita, according to data compiled by the Covid Tracking Project.

Massachusetts had its highest number of deaths in a single day on Friday, with 159. Republican Gov. Charlie Baker, citing health experts’ advice, said states should wait until infection rates and hospitalizations decline for about two weeks before acting.

Donald Trump, whose administration waited months to bolster stockpiles of key medical supplies and equipment, appeared to back protesters.

“LIBERATE MINNESOTA!” “LIBERATE MICHIGAN!” “LIBERATE VIRGINIA, ” Donald Trump said in a tweet-storm in which he also lashed out at New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo, a Democrat, for criticizing the federal response. Cuomo “should spend more time ‘doing’ and less time ‘complaining,'” the president said.

At his Saturday briefing with reporters, Cuomo cited more progress. The state’s daily increase in deaths fell below 550 for the first time in more than two weeks as hospitalizations continued to decline.

But the crisis is far from over: Hospitals are still reporting nearly 2,000 new Covid-19 patients per day, and nursing homes remain a “feeding frenzy for this virus,” he said.

“We are not at a point when we are going to be reopening anything immediately,” Cuomo said.

Several hundred people rallied in Texas’ capital, chanting “Let us work!” Many clamored for an immediate lifting of restrictions in a state where more than 1 million have filed for unemployment since the crisis began.

The rally was organized by a host of Infowars, owned by conspiracy theorist Alex Jones, who joined protesters on the Capitol steps. Jones is being sued in Austin over using his show to promote falsehoods that the 2012 Sandy Hook school massacre in Connecticut was a hoax.

In Indianapolis, more than 200 people stood close together outside the governor’s mansion, carrying American flags and signs demanding that Gov. Holcomb lift restrictions. Indiana’s state health department reported 529 new cases between April 7 and midday Friday, raising the total to more than 10,600. The number of deaths rose by 26, to 545.

Elsewhere, a few hundred demonstrators waved signs outside the Statehouse in New Hampshire, which has had nearly 1,300 cases of the virus and more than three dozen deaths.

“Even if the virus were 10 times as dangerous as it is, I still wouldn’t stay inside my home. I’d rather take the risk and be a free person,” said one of the protesters, talk show host Ian Freeman.

Donald Trump is pushing to relax the US lockdown by May 1, a plan that hinges partly on more testing.

Public health officials said the ability to test enough people and trace contacts of the infected is crucial before easing restrictions, and that infections could surge anew unless people continue to take precautions.

Vice-President Mike Pence delivered a commencement address at the U.S. Air Force Academy in Colorado, a trip aimed at showing the country is on course to gradually reopen.

Major cities in Brazil also saw protests Saturday by hundreds of people denouncing pandemic lockdown measures also opposed by President Jair Bolsonaro, a fierce critic of stay-at-home measures imposed by state governments.

In Asia, some nations that until recently appeared to have the outbreak under control reported fresh flareups.

Singapore reported a sharp, one-day spike of 942 infections, the highest in Southeast Asia, mostly among foreign workers staying in crowded dormitories. That brought the total to almost 6,000 in the city-state of 6 million.

Total cases topped 10,000 in Japan, where Prime Minister Shinzo Abe has said he’s concerned that people are not observing social distancing and announced a 100,000-yen ($930) cash handout to each resident as an incentive to stay home.

There have been tentative signs that measures to curb the outbreak are working, with the rate of new infections slowing across Europe.

France and Spain started dismantling some field hospitals, while the number of active cases in Germany has slowly declined over the past week as people recover.

France’s national health agency said Saturday that the number of virus patients in intensive care dropped for the 10th straight day, and overall virus hospitalizations have fallen for three consecutive days. The country has seen almost 20,000 virus deaths.

The agency urged the French public to stick to strict confinement measures, which have been extended until at least May 11: “Don’t relax our efforts at the moment when confinement is bearing fruit.”

Spanish Prime Minister Pedro Sánchez said his government will seek to extend the state of emergency to May 9 but begin easing the total confinement of children beginning April 27.

Children are thought to be a major source of transmission even if they rarely fall ill from the virus. They’ve been confined to their homes for five weeks, prompting parents to ask that they be allowed to at least take a daily walk.

Sánchez announced in a televised news conference late Saturday that kids would be able “to get out of their houses for a period on a daily basis,” but the specifics needed to be ironed out with experts.

The national lockdown would be rolled back only when Spain’s embattled health system is ready for a possible rebound of infections, he said.

The virus is believed to have infected more than 2.3 million people worldwide. While most recover, the outbreak has killed at least 155,000 people, according to a Johns Hopkins University tally based on figures supplied by health authorities around the globe.

The number almost certainly underestimates the actual toll. Nearly everywhere, thousands have died with Covid-19 symptoms – many in nursing homes – without being tested for the virus, and have thus gone uncounted.

IndiaToday.in has plenty of useful resources that can help you better understand the coronavirus pandemic and protect yourself. Read our comprehensive guide (with information on how the virus spreads, precautions and symptoms), watch an expert debunk myths, check out our data analysis of cases in India, and access our dedicated coronavirus page. Get the latest updates on our live blog.

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