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gejo333 · 8 months
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An Unexpected Match
DILF/DBF Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader
Pt. 2
Summary: You come back home from a two month long trip across Europe with friends when you meet an unexpected guest and your dad’s new best friend at your family’s backyard barbecue.
New Story Alert!🚨🚨🚨
I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.
Enjoy💕
Wc: 2.2k
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You closed your eyes as you basked in the summer sun, enjoying the warmth of the rays against your skin. The breeze picked up as it brushed against your face and arm, gently sticking out the car window. A nice cool contrast against the heat of the sun.
"I can't believe our two-month trip across Europe is over. I want to go back." Whined your best friend who was driving. A small chuckle escaped from you, hearing her dramatic personality.
"Yeah, it was amazing. But I'm glad to be back home and lay in my bed for a whole day. It felt like we walked across Europe." You relax further into your seat, happy to be back in your suburb neighborhood of Nueva York.
"Well, sadly, not today. Don't you have that monthly barbecue today?"
"Ugh, don't even bring that up, Stephanie. Those things are so draining when you're not a kid anymore. All the nosy neighbors want to know every detail of your life." You groan out loud in frustration when you remember where the barbecue was hosted this month. "Damn, I forgot my parents are hosting this month. I thought it was next month. Out of all days to come back. You're going too." You say the last part bluntly to your friend as she looks back at you with a glare as she scoffs.
"Ugh, fine! But you owe me a meal at Jane's Diner then." Stephanie adds as you playfully roll your eyes and chuckle.
"Ok, deal." You do your handshake that you two started in elementary school before continuing to drive back to your house.
After another 15 minutes, you arrive at your driveway as Stephanie parks her car next to your dad's car. You gaze at yourself in the mirror in the car as a small frown is on your lips. You quickly make yourself presentable by fixing your hair and makeup and adding perfume to eliminate that airport stink. You smile at yourself, thinking you look good enough to enter the lion's den in your large backyard.
"We can leave the stuff in the car. It'll be safe. Are you ready?" You ask Stephanie, who just finished applying her lip gloss, smacking her lips before smiling as she exited the car.
"Let's do this!"
Instead of going through the front door, you used the gate to the fence to go straight to the backyard, where you see practically the whole neighborhood in your backyard. You spot your mother, of course, by the grill, cooking. As you try to make your way over there, neighbors who recognize you stop you to say hi before you can politely leave and get to your destination.
Right before you get to your parents, a soccer ball gently hits the side of your calf. A young brunette girl with big brown eyes wearing a soccer uniform runs over to you.
"I'm sorry!" Said the girl as she came up to you.
You looked down at her with a warm smile. You do a quick soccer trick that gets the ball back in your hands, which makes the young girl staring at you in awe. "You're totally good. Here you go." You pass her the ball, and she says thank you.
"That move was so cool! Do you play soccer?"The young girl asked.
"Sadly, not anymore. But I played for 15 years."
"Wow! I've only been playing for two years. My papa signed me up for the club team when we moved here." She said as she twiddled with the ball in her hands.
"Oh, for the Clovers? I played on that team, too, when I was a kid. It's a great club to be a part of. That's how I met my best friend here, Stephanie." You say as your friend says hello to the young girl.
The young girl's attention is drawn away when she hears a few kids call her over. "My friends are calling me back. Nice meeting you!" She smiled brightly up at you before she ran back over and began to play.
"She was sweet." Said Stephanie.
"Yeah, she was." You say as you finally get to your parents. Your mom sees you and wraps you in a big hug.
"Hi! I've missed you! Glad you were able to make it back to the barbecue. I can't wait to hear about your adventures around Europe. With your brothers back from college, it's been a house full of boys and hectic without you. Hi Stephanie, I hope you guys had fun on your trip." Your mother releases you from a hug before going to hug Stephanie. "You know that older son of mine will be excited to see you." She said, which made Stephanie's cheeks go red.
Your older brother, Jack, has been dating your best friend for months. When it first started, you were 100% for it as you would tease her about her becoming your sister.
"I didn't see him on our way in. Is he here?" Asked Stephanie.
"He went to get more ice from the corner store. He should be back in a minute, though. Oh, y/n I saw that you met Gabi. Isn't she just the sweetest thing." Said your mother. Your brows furrowed when she mentioned a name, but then you connected it with the little girl you met a few minutes ago.
"She was really sweet. It brought back memories of when I used to play soccer in that same uniform in this backyard ages ago. I know I haven't been around as frequently, but when did a new family move to the neighborhood?" You briefly look back to the kids playing some form of soccer as you smile at all their happy faces before you look back to your mom, who passed you a plate with a hot dog.
"Here. Gabi and her father moved in around two years ago from the city. They come over here a lot cause Miguel and your father are now best pals." Your mother chuckled as she continued to flip more burgers and hotdogs as you and Stephanie helped plate them.
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"So, any future Mrs. O'Hara's catch your eye?" Sam said as he passed Miguel another beer. Miguel's eyes widen slightly before looking at Sam instead of the soccer match playing on the tv in the living room.
"Great conversation starter there, Sam." Miguel chuckled as he took a sip from the bottle.
"I remember you said it a while ago to me. Was curious if my best bud was getting any action." Sam chuckled as he sat on the couch. He sighed before looking down at his small pouch.
"How do you stay so fit? It's like you haven't aged at all. Those photos of you in your college days. You look identical. I know you are 8 years younger than me. But still!" Sam grumbled as he sipped his beer and continued to watch the match.
"You've seen my workout routine. And my diet. If you did the same, you would see the results." Miguel chuckled as he watched his friend mope and look at the game.
"Yeah, I can't give up my beer and nachos. But back to my original question." Sam switched the subject, feeling the green monster slightly that his friend looked great.
"Well, when I find her. I'll know. I hope she wants to have a big family. Cause I would want to give Gabriella a couple of brothers and sisters. And also make sure that whoever I end up with loves Gabriella as if she were her own daughter."
"Well, that's good quality. But anything else? Like looks? personality qualities?" Sam asked.
"Well, if she is kind and positive."
"Miguel... Physical looks?" Sam grinned in frustration.
"If I'm attracted to her, I'm attracted to her," Miguel said as he took another sip from his beer. He would have to work another hour to ensure he could burn off this second beer.
"Alright, fine. I won't ask any more questions anymore." Sam chuckled as they went to grab a few chips from the bowl on the table. Sam's view went to the backyard, where he spotted his wife and daughter.
"Miguel, let's go outside for a bit. I want you to meet my daughter, y/n." Sam said as he stood from the couch and made his way to the backyard, followed by Miguel.
As you continued to catch up with your mom and tell her some things about your and Stephanie's trip, two hands went over your best friend's eyes.
"Guess who?" Said the man. Stephanie turns around and hugs your older brother Jack.
"Hi, Jack," Stephanie said as she kissed your brother's cheek.
"I bet you're happy to see your favorite L/N sibling." Jack chuckled as he looked at you. You playfully rolled your eyes and gently punched him on the shoulder as payback. Your brother puts a hand on his arm as he fakes a pout. "Mom, she hit me."
"Jack, your 23. Stop whining. And you too, young lady. You're 21. Not 12." Your mother lightly reprimanded you, which made you, Stephanie, and your brother try to stifle a laugh. Your mother only rolled her eyes and lightly laughed at her children's lack of maturity as she continued to grill.
"You've been working away at the grill this hour, honey. Let me take it from here." Said your father as he walked up to you and gave you a hug. "How's my little Angel doing?" Said your dad.
"She's definitely no angel." Mumbled your brother as he laughed. He stopped when Stephanie gently elbowed him in the stomach. You laugh as you roll your eyes at your brother.
"I'm doing good, Dad. How about you?" You smile as you return the hug before he switches places with your mother.
"Good as always. Oh, I'd like you to meet my friend, Miguel." Your dad pointed towards a very tall man walking your way.
His biceps naturally flexed as he moved over here. You couldn't help but slightly check him out. He had a big frame that trimmed down to a narrow waist with an obviously chiseled chest that could be technically seen as his shirt fit tight around him. His fair tan complexion glowed against the rays of the sun. He was obviously a very attractive man.
It wasn't until his reddish-brown eyes met yours that your eyes widened, and your cheeks were dusted a shade of pink.
You felt your heart pound rapidly against your chest as your gaze met his. However, you pushed your emotions down and put a smile on your face as you said, "Hi, it's nice to meet you, Miguel."
"It's nice to meet you too, Y/n." He smiled as his eyes never left you, a chill going up your spine.
"S-so I heard you and your daughter moved in two years ago. How do you like the neighborhood so far?"
"It's been great so far. Everyone has been very welcoming. I heard you are a college student. What year?" Miguel moved slightly closer to you, which only you seemed to notice as your heart began to pound faster against your chest.
"S-senior. I'm going to be a senior in college." You say as you slightly move back from him, which seems to only catch his attention as he smirks for a split second at you before going back to his gentlemanly smile. You noticed the change in his lips, which reddened your cheeks.
"One more year before going into the real world. Enjoy it while it lasts. What do you study?" Miguel chuckled as he took a sip from his beer.
"Bioengineering with a concentration in genetics." Your answer.
"Oh, y/n! Miguel actually works in the same field. He works as the head of the genetics department at Alchamex. Isn't that your dream company to work at?" Said your dad as he continued to flip burgers and was oblivious (like everyone else) to the secret conversation between you and Miguel.
Miguel's smile widened, and his eyes lit up at your father's words. "Is that so. Well, maybe send me a copy of your resume, and maybe you can get an internship in my department."
"Wow, that would be amazing, Miguel. Wouldn't it y/n?" Said your father.
"Y-yeah. It would be. Thank you." You smile up at Miguel as his gaze meets yours. Staring straight into his brown eyes. So much was being said. If only you could fully decipher his secret words. Butterflies began to flutter in your stomach as he gently placed his hand against your mid-back.
"Of course. Anything for my best friend's daughter."
"Oh shoot, I forgot my phone in the car. Y/n, can you help me find it? We'll be back!" Stephanie hooked her arms around yours as she whisked you away from your family and Miguel, who you felt eyes were staring at your back as you walked away.
As the two of you made it inside the house and up the stairs to your bedroom, Stephanie pushed you inside before shutting the door.
You sit on your bed in shock from the events that recently played out in the backyard.
"Omg, y/n. Isn’t that Miguel the same Miguel you had that amazing two-night hookup with two years ago on our getaway weekend to Miami?" You look up at her with the same wide eyes as hers as you bite your lip in panic.
"Yeah, it is."
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opossumloverr · 3 months
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✞°•I DON'T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS•°✞
(Based on this song, I know you know this song. don't lie to me)
Summary:
Turtle bros with a ghost reader!
Warning(s):
Some cursing!
A/N:
I MUST BE DREAMING CAUSE I DON'T BELIEVE IN GHOST YEAH, sorry, anyways, idk I just felt a little silly today, and I really do love this song. also I'm trying a different style DONT BULLY ME IT TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO GRADIENT
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It was a chilly October night, the leaves rustled as the four brothers made their way towards an abandoned graveyard. The atmosphere was dark and gloomy, but they were determined to explore the area, for reasons unknown to anyone but themselves.
"I don't like this, guys. Let's turn back," the youngest brother, Mikey, shivered.
"What? No way! You said you were bored, Mikey. This is exactly what we need to get our blood pumping!" another brother exclaimed.
"He was bored, Leo, not us. You didn't have to drag us all here," one of the brothers groaned in annoyance.
"Sorry that Mr. Bootyshaker9000 wanted to stay indoors and rot. I'm preventing the inevitable!" Leo clapped back.
"I'm trying to prevent hitting you with my Tech Bo," Donnie gripped his weapon tighter.
"Try it, you won't," Leo egged Donnie on.
"You little…" Donnie scowled, lifting his weapon before getting interrupted.
"Enough! Fighting is not the memo right now! Now you two cut it out or else I'll…wait, what was that?" the oldest brother paused on his scolding to scope out the area. A pungent smell of perfume floated in the air, and chills went down their spines.
"I'm getting really bad vibes here! I told you we should've gone back to the lair!" Mikey exclaimed.
"Don't be such a party pooper, Mike! It's probably all in our heads," Leo tried to come up with a reasonable explanation, but a gust of wind shut off all of his thoughts.
"What was that?!" Raph exclaimed.
"It's a ghost!" Mikey chattered.
"That is preposterous, Michael. There is no such thing as a ghost-"
"No, he's right."
They all screamed in unison, clinging onto Raph. "AH!"
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《RAPH》
After the shock and some failed punching attempts, he finally decided to talk instead of fight, and it was a delightful conversation
yall sat down and talked for hours, He asked a few questions, and you answered them
he made sure not to ask personal questions, like how you died and stuff (unlike Donnie, that insensitive prick)
was kinda sad when he had to go, but gotta make sure pops doesn't worry,
he promises he'll see you again
a few weeks later you show up in his room, sitting down calmly on his bed, or, erm, floating.
he threw multiple items at you before calming down and realizing that it was you, what were you doing here? how did you know where he lives?
all of those questions were brushed off when he heard that you just wanted to see him, and only him.
his heart pounded in his plastron, you wanted to see him? big ol' him? cue huge tail thumping into the ground
yall talked for HOURS, him talking about Lou Jitsu- wait, you've never watched Lou Jitsu? he's inviting you to family movie night. there's no getting out of this.
over the months, the both of you got close, he no longer throws objects or tries to throw hands when he sees you!
enjoys the company when he lifts weights
"Wow, those seem heavy," you said, impressed by his muscles as he lifted the weights. 
"They are heavy, but don't worry, Raph's got gains!" he replied, flexing his muscles with a curl-up. 
"Can I try?" you asked, reaching out your hands. 
"Sure, but be careful. I'll be here to spot ya!" he said, passing the weights to you. 
However, you forgot that you were transparent and accidentally dropped the weights on his tail, causing him to scream in pain. 
"Oops! I forget I'm transparent sometimes... You just make me feel so alive..." you said sheepishly. 
"I-I make you feel alive?" he questioned, seemingly forgetting the intense pain in his tail.
HES SOSOSO SILLY GUYS I CAN'T
《LEO》
He had never sliced a portal open this fast
before he could dive head-first into his portal you floated in front of it
you just wanted to talk... okay... but he's keeping a close eye on you
a few minutes later he's blabbing about Jupiter Jim to you, you've never watched it? what? do you live under a rock? or... a grave...
and you seem so interested! he could talk about it for hours! you know he could.
he literally clung onto the ground when it was time to leave, complaining as Raph dragged him away
he shouted a quick "See you soon"
he saw you soon alright, in his room, looking at his pile of Jupiter Jim comics curiously
He literally screamed like a girl
Oh! it's just you... where did you come from? oh, you just wanted to see him, not his brothers? him?
boosts up his ego by 100x
"I knew you couldn't get enough of me" type of energy
proceeds to yap about Jupiter Jim some more, what? it's YOUR fault for indulging in his hyperfixations
yall are the talker and listener duo
"And so Jupiter Jim was all like- pew pew pew! and the aliens were all like- Ohno! and then- hey, hey [NAME], are ya listening?" He questioned,
"Mhm, go on, I'm all ears"
Leo's eyes widened, and small churrs could be heard "OKOK! And then Jupiter Jim was all like, no way jose!"
He just like me fr
《DONNIE》
There is no logical way this could be happening! ghosts? really?
immediately started asking questions, why do you exist? how do you exist? would you perhaps be interested in some experiments, y'know, for scientific purposes (definitely not for his own personal questions)
his questions just kept on coming and coming, some of them being more insensitive than the last, he would've said more if Raph didn't smack him on top of the head...
but you were happy to answer them non the less
when they had to skedaddle he was pissed, how dare they interrupt! can't you see there was science in the making?
he says he'll come to you, for more questions of course, nothing more... (cap)
he didn't expect you to come to him.
he jumped a little but then started going into his "I ask you, answer" mode
Experiments on you (with consent ofc)
discovers you have telekinesis
you two grew close, his experiments died down the more he learned about you
now, he just really enjoys the company
just knowing that you're there watching him while he tackles a project gets him so motivated
you're like his little assistant
"[NAME], be a dear and pass me that wrench over there," he asks, hand out, palm open,
"You got it boss" you floated the wrench toward him, and he grabbed it
"Thank you, you really are a great help, [NAME]"
"Just glad to be here Don-tron!" you smiled, not noticing the slight wag to his tail.
He really appreciates you
《MIKEY》
He just kept screaming and screaming until you snapped him out of it
what? why aren't you trying to take his body? and why aren't you freakishly creepy, you just looked like a normal person, minus the floating and transparency
Oh, you just wanted to talk? well, as long as you don't possess his body he's all for it!
The conversation was amazing! he got so much more information about ghosts, he's even more fixated on them now!
you got this turtle laying on the ground, twirling his mask tails in his fingers, kicking his feet, saying "Ooh! Tell me more!"
was whining like a puppy dog when he had to get up on out of there, puppy dog eyes did not work in his favor tonight..
he swears up and down that he will visit you, just wait!
I guess you've waited long enough, because the following week you were caught snooping around his room
he screamed, yes, he won't lie.
but it's not his fault that you popped up out of nowhere!
then starts talking to you like he didn't scream like 100 decibels
Just yip yap yapping away, but you don't mind, you enjoy socializing with him
kinda sad that he can't touch you though, sometimes he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you
you're his muse! asks you to pose for him, and you happily oblige
"Okay just keep that position, right there, perfect! such an amazing muse for me!" He smiles,
"Well, it's easy to pose when I have such a wonderful artist painting me" You replied,
"Awe shucks, don't compliment me like that! you're going to give me an ego" he chirps happily
lala and okok duo. that's all I have to say.
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BOO! HAPPY NEW YEARS GUYS OMGOMG 2024 IS HOPEFULLY GONNA BE A GREAT YEAR, HERES A LIL DITTY I WROTE, I HOPE YA LIKE IT, IM GETTING ON MY GRIND RIGHT NOW, I love ya! Merry 24, also I was watching Coryxkenshin while writing, shout out to the shogun. There also MIGHT be some grammar mistakes, kinda rushed to get this out
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karotland · 1 year
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better left unsaid (part 2)
Kylian Mbappe x Reader
summary: he's your brother's best friend. you're his best friend's little sister. this should not be happening. so how did the two of you get to this point?
word count: 2k
warnings: language warning. age gap of 2 years.
a/n: NO PART 3. angst is all i am serving for this fic. not everyone gets their happy ending folks. soz lol. also i really need to start prrofreading my stuff before posting oof, okay regardless, i hope you all enjoy MUAH whilst im gonna go learn about pregnant ladies
part 1 part 3
It had been three weeks since your kiss with Kylian. Three long painstaking weeks you had sat around your house waiting for his reply to your calls and texts, three long weeks you had waited for him to come by the house only to find out that he had gone abroad with his team for some match. You did not know what to do with yourself knowing fully well that it would be foolish to talk to anyone about this but him due to the intricacy of the situation. You were worried most about what Gabriel would say or think but a part of you did not care; you were your own person, fully capable of making decisions and there was a fine line between what matters he could and could not intervene in.
You would be lying if you said you were not dismayed at the lack of response from Kylian’s side and not knowing what he was thinking or feeling made you spiral only worse. So in order to distract yourself you threw yourself in applying for any job that you could find and then opted to stay out late into the night with your friends, hitting whatever club or bad possible to let out some steam, hoping it would help.
But it did not. Misery was wrapped around your neck like a noose, tightening its grip with each passing day. Your parents and Gabriel noticed but did not point it out too much, thinking it was due to the transitional period in your life.
“Honey, are you sure you’re okay?” Your mom asked, placing her hand on your back, as she maneuvered herself behind you towards the kitchen stove. “I know how much of a tough time this is but you’ll find a job soon and then you’ll fit in a routine and it’ll be okay.”
You stood there next to the dining table, clutching silverware in your hand as you set the table absentmindedly, forcing a small smile on your face. “Yeah mom, don’t worry. I’m almost done in finding a job for myself.”
“Oh that’s great!” She beamed at you, ducking down to check the chicken that was roasting away in the oven. “I’m really proud of you.”
Placing the final set of cutlery down, you stepped back to inspect the four set of plates, checking to see if anything was amiss. The head of the table was for your father, to his right would be your mom and to her right was Gabriel’s spot. To your father’s left was your place. You stood behind your chair, leaning your elbows against it as you thought about how much you had missed these family dinners and most importantly, your mom’s cooking.
“Okay,” Your mom announced, as she brought out the giant dish from the oven, slamming the door shut behind her, “It’s all done, I think you should call everyone.”
Nodding you turned your head around a little to aim for the doorway leading to the living room, yelling to the best of your ability. “Dad!! Gabe!! Dinner is ready!!”
The shuffling of two pair of feet got closer as your dad and Gabriel walked into the kitchen.
“Ah everything looks fantastic.” Your father placed a small kiss against your temple as he took his place. “The food is only made better by the company and ever since you’ve been home, I feel like I’m eating at a five-star restaurant.”
“Wow, dad that’s really kind of you,” Gabriel remarked, flicking your ear as he stood by the doorway.
You shoved your brother lightly before dragging out your chair and planting yourself at it.
“Hey, weren’t you taught pushing is rude?”
“Weren’t you taught that flicking someone is rude?”
“Oi,” Your mom frowned at the two of you, “No fighting at dinner time. You know the rules, settle all battles in your own time.”
Your father marveled the chicken that was now placed in front of him, picking up the carving knife and fork as he set to work, cutting you a big piece and serving you first before going clockwise. Sticking out your tongue at Gabriel who was sitting across the table, you picked up your knife and fork to finally begin eating when the loud ring of the doorbell interrupted your motions.
Gabriel got up from his seat motioning everyone to keep sitting as he went to check who had arrived at this unassuming hour. You looked over your shoulder, brows bunched together, wondering who it could possibly be. You heard the door unlock and open, Gabriel letting out an exclamation of joy as a second voice joined his.
You felt as though someone had dropped a huge weight on your head as you recognized who the voice belonged to, nausea building up at the back of your throat. You instantly whipped your head back to your plate, fixating your gaze at the food in your plate, tightening your grip around the handle of the knife.
“Kylian!” Your mother rushed to get up from her spot, holding out her arms as she engulfed him in his arms. “So good to see you again!”
“Hello Marie,” Kylian chuckled, eyes darting to your frozen form. “It’s good to see you too. I’m sorry I didn’t know you guys would be eating right now.”
“Oh nonsense,” Marie brushed him off, as she guided him by the shoulders to the seat next to you, “The more the merrier. I’ll get you a plate.”
You shot up from your seat, cringing at the way your shoulder had slightly brushed against Kylian’s. “I’ll get it mom.” You were not expecting to see him so out of the blue like this, you thought maybe if you knew he was back in Paris you would have the time to mentally prepare yourself and would not feel so overwhelmed like you were right now. It took all the restraint in you to not chuck the plate in your hands at him as you all but slammed it in front of him and then inched the chair away from his as you sat back down again, ignoring the look Kylian gave you.
Your father served him as well before settling back down in his seat. “So Kylian how was the match in Riyadh?”
“Oh it went really well, sir.” Kylian shuffled in his chair. “I think the friendly match proved to be a great opportunity for the whole team to bond well, so hopefully there will be better performances from PSG in the future.”
Nodding, your father took a bite of the chicken. “I sure hope so. When did you all get back?”
“We got back four days ago.”
You felt the soft meat in your mouth turn into rubber, wanting nothing more than to spit it out. So he had ample time to have seen your messages and yet he made the active decision to ignore them. You felt yourself slouch, zoning out of the conversation for the rest of dinner as you merely pushed around the food in your plate.
Dinner finished quick after that as your parents whisked away Kylian to the living room after scolding him that he should come around the house more like he used to. You kicked Gabriel out of the kitchen, insisting on doing the dishes by yourself, joking that you needed to brush up your skills as you could not stand the idea of being in the same room as Kylian.
You scrubbed the big dish aggressively, feeling a few strands of hair escape from the hasty bun you had made, the foam flying about everywhere as the voice of Kylian’s light laughter reached your ears. You felt anger bubble up in your chest. How could he sit in that room and pretend that nothing had happened? You felt stupid and embarrassed at how much sleep you had lost over him whilst he had probably just forgot about the whole incident, chalking it under a list of unimpressive events. You felt dirty and used, desperately rubbing the foam into the dish, hoping that it would remove the impression of Kylian’s lips from yours as a sob escaped from your mouth involuntarily.
You threw the sponge into the sink, ripping the gloves off from your hands. You could not stand it anymore. You threw open the French doors leading from the kitchen to the backyard, welcoming the cool air as you felt tears sting your eyes. Tired of forcing yourself to keep your emotions at bay, you let the tears spill over, the heel of your palms pressed against your eyes. You stifled your sobs, breath hitching with each drop.
Wiping your hand across your nose, you took in huge gulps of air, trying to control your breathes, doing your best to dry your eyes. You saw a shadow fall across the kitchen light that was spilling into the backyard. You twisted your body, arms instinctively going around your body protectively as you saw Kylian standing there, hands in his pockets, a soft gaze fixed on you.
“What do you want?” You asked in a monotonous tone.
“Don’t be like that, Cherie.” Kylian said with sadness laced in his voice.
Your nostrils flared, the nickname irking you. “Don’t be like that?” You spit out. “Then tell me Kylian, how should I be after you kiss me and then ignore me for three weeks. Tell me so I can be like that then, since you know so goddamn much.”
Kylian looked away, avoiding your eyes filled with anger. “It’s not that simple.”
You let out a sharp laugh. “I called you. I texted you. I waited for you. Because unlike you I am not a coward. All you had to do was pick up your phone.”
Kylian shook his head, taking a step closer to you, hurt flashing across his face as you took a step away from him. “Believe me, I wanted to. But then I was with Gabriel and I just-”
“Oh,” you interrupted. “So Gabe’s feelings took a precedent over the hell that you had left me in?”
“He’s my best friend. And you’re his sister. I can’t just ignore that and give in to whatever I-”. He pursed his lips, stopping his trail of words as realized what he was saying. “I can’t do this to him, okay. There’s boundaries that are not meant to be crossed.”
“What about me Kylian?” You sounded shattered. “Did you even think about me at all? Did I cross your mind once during the past weeks?”
“Fuck, Cherie,” Kylian heaved, voice coming out strained. “You’re all I think about, you have no idea how much I-” Kylian stopped himself once again, hand running over his head in frustration. “Look I think its best we forget about what happened, for both of our sakes.”
You felt your eyes filling up again. “You’re really going to stand there and tell me that the kiss didn’t mean anything to you?”
Kylian took a long look at you, eyes swollen, red nose and hair awry, resisting the urge to close the distance, hold you in his arms and wipe away your tears. He bit his tongue, tasting blood. “No. It meant nothing to me.” He tore his eyes away from you, forcing himself to turn back towards the harsh blue light coming from the kitchen.
“I used to think of you as someone who could never hurt me,” You whisper, causing Kylian to falter in his steps. “I never thought you were capable of this, of denying yourself.”
Kylian turned his head slightly, eyes glistening in the light. “I’m not responsible for whatever image you have created of me.”
Not daring to stick around, Kylian exited through the door leaving you standing alone, a hollow feeling invading your chest, feeling all out of tears.
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iwishpauldanowasreal · 8 months
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Superstar - Greg Hirsch x Reader
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1.3k - Author’s note: I love Greg, So I just had to write this. Also I might write a second one if this gets activity. :) enjoy
“Wait I have to piss first, wait for me outside” Tom slightly clapped his hands in front of Greg to scare him. Tom was satisfied enough when Greg slightly jumped in his chair and awkwardly laughed it off. “Of course! I see you out there then” Greg started to stand but Tom was already gone paying Greg no mind. 
Greg thanked the doorman then finding himself outside of the some 5 star restaurant that he couldn’t pronounce but Tom insisted they had the best steak or  lamb. To say the least Greg never ate lamb before and thought it was just fine. He began to look over to see Tom’s fancy limo about to step in trying to get away from outside. He heard your voice call to him. 
“Greg?” 
There you were standing in the middle of the street. Greg was going to avoid any person that called out his name, he learned that lesson from Roman. Never look in the way of people calling your name, they just want your attention or some lousy photo. But it was you. He could never forget your voice.
To be fair it has been a while since he heard it. Back in college when you two were best friends. Everyone knew you guys as close but never was told the secret kisses two of you would share. The little touches only he would get. To the simple eye, it was a shoulder touch but to him it was to meet you later to make out in a empty hallway. 
“Y/n!”
Greg quickly ran over to you. You saw his little run to you. He always carried himself a little differently being so tall. “Wow! I haven’t seen you in so long” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah! What the hell, you avoided my texts and never replied” Greg forgot to mention that. After graduation Greg had a hard time finding a job while everyone else around him did. Even though he remembered how excited you were to start a job a few states away to become an editor. But he was embarrassed, practically living out of his car for a few months. He decided to avoid it all and just stopped talking to all his friends. Even you, which he didn’t think about until the moment you hit his shoulder. How did that affect you? Losing your best friend.
Greg’s face quickly went flat and you recognized that look from Greg being in his head. Quickly putting a stop to it. “Greg, Don’t worry. I’ve missed you” You took his shoulders and shook them a bit. Greg finally looked up at you and smiled. 
You couldn’t help but smile with him and laugh a bit. Same old Greg. You took a step back to get a full look at him with his outfit and shoes. “What’s up with you Mr Fancy. Your hair is so short. Oh My” You teased 
Greg always had his hair pretty shaggy and long. Now looking at him was a totally different person. The suit threw you off when you first spotted him. Greg would wear lame outfits and definitely go more comfort than fashion but now? He looked like a suitor who owns a huge company. “Yeah! It’s very cool! I have to put special stuff in my hair now, or else it won’t look right” He cheesed at you. He was clearly blushing, putting small piece hair behind his ear. 
“You look good Greg” He paused for a second. His heart was slightly beating faster and he let out another nervous laugh. “What about you! You’re editing, Why are you in New York. Wasn’t your job in.. “
He predicts to think about it hoping you cut him off. You wait for him to notice you aren’t taking his bullshit.
“Um”
 “Jersey”
“Jersey!!” He nodded his head. You couldn’t help but laugh at the cute way Greg got nervous. He was slightly rocking back and forth. “I quit that job one month in, I think. It was-“ There was suddenly a yell that came out behind Greg. “Greg!!” There stood another tall man in a suit just like Greg’s and waved a gesting wave to get in the car. Greg’s eyes widened which y/n noticed immediately.
“I’ve got to go. '' He deflated. You just couldn’t help but hug Greg. If there was one thing you missed about Greg it was most definitely his hugs, And boy did he deliver. He squeezes you tightly and slightly lifts you up in the most subtle and gentle way. You sighed softly as you pulled away. You debated in your head a little thinking of going headstrong with Greg. 
Before you fully pulled away you kissed his cheek before smiling at him sweetly. “Text me?” He stood there in disbelief. Just hugging you for that one second would have made his entire week. But also a light kiss? “Of course!” He nodded as you started to walk but in the coffee shop you were in earlier. He started to walk back but he couldn’t help himself but look back at you. 
“Who’s that?” Greg had hopped back into the limo and Tom quickly jumped on him with questions. “That hug looked intense. Tell me Greg who is she” Tom suddenly interested in Greg’s love life, or his life in general. “What are you talking about. She’s just a friend in college” Tom suddenly gasped and turned his whole attention towards Greg. “You dog!” 
Greg was red in the face and stuttered to say sometime to defend himself. “Did you guys sleep together?” Greg quickly shook his head. “No! I- No.” Tom suddenly did a read on Greg’s face and how it looked like a kicked puppy. “But you wanted to,” Greg just sighed heavily and looked away. “I mean, Yes. She’s beautiful” Tom leaned back suddenly getting bored, that wasn’t the reaction he wanted. 
“She is beautiful, I’ll give her that. But she isn’t anything” Tom just shrugged then suddenly pulled out his phone. “What do you mean?” Tom didn’t look up at Greg and was just texting who Greg assumed was Shiv. “She doesn't look rich or anything. That outfit“ Tom rolled his eyes and put his phone back into his suit pocket. “You can’t gain anything from her” 
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Greg was pacing around his coffee table looking down at his phone. He just got off and was wondering if he should text her this late at night. “Shit” He yelped randomly and picked up his phone and began to text. “Hey. This is Greg, I was wondering if we can get coffee tomorrow morning at 9am” He quickly hit send and threw his phone.
Y/n just got out of the shower when you heard your phone go off. You smirked when you looked at your phone. It was an old photo of Greg. He was wearing a winter hat, and just looked perfect. One of his friends took the photo after you guys went out bar diving during winter break and decided at the last minute to have a snowball fight. 
Sitting down on your bed getting distracted by looking at old photos of Greg. He was your favorite. Everyone in the study group knew that you guys were stuck side by side. Your favorite part of the day is when class was over and you went to your dorm which Greg was always in. Luckily your roommate was gone most of the time, but the image of him passing out on your bed made you so soft. You would stare at him all day, you would either sneak photos or lean in super close and touch his hair and hear him breath. 
Luckily he never caught you, because explaining why you liked to watch him sleep was something you couldn’t do
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Let's talk about Fast Forward for a bit.
Specifically I want to talk about the main theme of that season: why? Why did the art style deteriorate so much? Why did the writing get so bad? Why did this come out before season 5 but also supposedly happens after season 5 and at the same time only occasionally acknowledges its events? Why is there a kid now? Why am I watching this when I only really care about maybe three episodes at best?
Because I was bored. But let's go with order.
I'm going to say it now, I'm still going to claim there is no season 6 in Ba Sing Se. But at the same time, it isn't all that bad actually?
Here's the thing. FF was inevitable for many reasons. TMNT, with its aliens and magic, has the potential to go on forever. However, at some point "turtle fatigue" will set in. In the 80s, this happened around season 7 which yeah, it's about 150 episodes in. For the 2003 show it happens around season 5 but this doesn't mean the higher-ups will try stupid changes to bring back the old glory.
Moreover, the show brought it upon itself. The main culprits, so to speak, are the writing's insistence on portraying consequences as much as possible (see: Leo's scarred shell for instance), as well as season 4 with its funny gory shift (see: that one episode where Baxter watches his own body fall apart which wow).
So it isn't unexpected that the higher-ups and especially the toy maker went "Kids, could you lighten up a little?" and messed up everything that was good about the show.
So this is basically why I don’t like FF. Five seasons are a long commitment. You have to sit through the ninja tribunal arc which is boring as hell, then have to be really patient and accept that there are just dragons now for some reason. Then FF comes up and it has nothing of what you previously enjoyed. The style is different, too flat and kinda clunky and ugly in some spots, nothing that happened before matters and now Cody is there.
Remember networks, kids don't want to watch other kids go on adventures in their place and it doesn't get better with age. But you do you.
So I despised FF but after rewatching the season on its own, I have to make amends in some spots.
The general impression when you watch FF on its own, without the better stuff still fresh in mind and with something to do during the dull parts, is that of good background noise.
It takes many steps backwards. The turtles are suddenly less competent at fighting where it's convenient, their personalities are more one dimensional depending on the plot and they're kinda shitty to each other for no reason. They really suffer from that serial effect where the reset button is hit as soon as the credits roll. They used to go out to murder the Shredder knowing they might die and now it's "Today Mikey really wants a new video game and next episode we're going to a fancy party with the kid dressed in the dumbest suits ever and a silly happens :)"
Splinter also gets sidetracked a lot and he's more there to occasionally call the turtles whippersnappers but again, there isn't much of a reason for him to step in anymore.
And this brings me to the villains. I feel like the turtles only work as well as their villains. They work when they're getting into a fight with a local street gang, or trying to kick an alien empire out of the planet before everyone dies. They work when the Shredder actually does something meaningful and generally speaking are going against someone actually dangerous.
The first five seasons had Shredder, the Foot, Hun, the Triceratons and Bishop. FF has an annoying wrestler whose main priority is property damage, a gang of netrunners who I wish got up to more interesting things than scalping and quoting the Matrix, literal evil twins from the tv trope literal evil twins, and the idiots in charge.
The idiots in charge are of course beloved uncle Darius and Sh'Okanabo.
These two really are something. Darius is essentially that guy from the first Iron Man movie. He's the acting CEO because the owner is a literal child. He smiles and preaches big keeping up the facade of benevolent company of the shiny Earth utopia but he has a dark secret which is that he's making guns and a mecha suit for himself and Cody takes several episodes to realize this for some reason.
You'd think Darius would stop being a threat the moment his dark deeds are uncovered since his whole thing is "evil capitalist guy is evil". But no, he's gonna go higher, he's going to ally with Shittibobo because he needs new genetically modified minions he can badmouth while fucking around all day in his sewers loft and we don't even get the payoff of Darius realizing that he's being fucked over by an alien during the Day of Awakening.
Plus because of how afraid FF is to explore anything heavier than Mikey insisting they go out to achieve explosive diarrhea from questionable junk food, even the fact that Darius is an abusive father figure for Cody has no real importance because Cody is only allowed to look sad on screen for five seconds. Remove Darius and the overall season arc remains the same.
What about the other guy? Well, Sushibooboo is the supposed big bad of the season. He's an alien who wants to kill life on Earth to steal resources. He's something beloved President Bishop goes out of his way to personally murder. But the only thing he achieves is to confirm that he's just offensively stupid.
Sh'Okanabo is supposedly an alien boogeyman who's so evil he just can't be real, right? Unfortunately, he's the literal cause of his own demise.
Since the turtles are more than content with babysitting Cody and going around complaining about historical accuracies like that one Futurama episode, they don't know who Sh'Okanabo is and after talking to Bishop they don't care to find out. Great. This means he can operate in the dark, grow his eggs and prepare to kill everyone, right? No way. In pure Sasalele style, he goes out of his way to attack the turtles, tell them what he’s up to and scare them enough to start to actively prepare to fight him.
And on top of that he wastes time to build a time machine because somehow Shredder had to return for one episode which in turn almost fucks up his plan entirely since his ship almost explodes.
So I still don't like FF because of the way the writing plummeted. A lot of stuff happens because it's convenient and often falls back into exquisitely 90s/2000s tropes (see: the obviously evil guy gets away with evil deeds because the parents/cops/people with power are blind and children are stupid, that one car race episode which is a repeat of the previous car race episode from earlier in the show, a female character who's only there to be a love interest and is allowed to be smart and cute because Cody likes them smart and cute, just to name a few). The turtles get dumber depending on the episode and there are some attempts at comedy like Starlee's shitty family that give out levels of second hand embarrassment not seen since Star Trek TNG.
But I don't hate this season entirely either. FF is just very mid and it makes me think that it could have worked as a standalone show for a while because you can watch it more or less. I'm just this isn't what we got in place of the actual show because it wouldn’t have lasted.
Still I did enjoy some things:
Torbin Zixx is fun. He has some interesting tricks, even though 60% of them only work because the turtles are written especially stupid in his episodes. Plus he steals Bishop's space shuttle which is glorious
I ended up liking Sterling a little towards the end. I still feel like his humor is a sanitized version of Baxter's but I like that he collects clips of the turtles getting hurt to watch to calm down and that he's actually always ready to throw hands
President Bishop is so stupid, yet brilliant (and I'm going to talk about him in a separate post because the worldbuilding is really something and I have OPINIONS)
Raph commenting that power armors are so last season while fighting Darius made me chuckle even though I won't tolerate this supersuit slander
This moment:
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Hiiiii um I hope it’s not a bother, I was wondering if you could write some fluffy stuffs of mtmte Swerve w/ a fem! Human s/o? She’s very curious and chatty so they immediately hit it off well :> she probably traveled a lot on Earth, so she has a lot of stories to share with him!!! Hope this made sense haha <3
Of course I can lovely! You are not a bother at all! I had a friend who really like Swerve, so this should come easily, but if it doesn't and i do mess up his character I apologize. I do hope this is what you were looking for! Enjoy :)
Pairing: MTMTE! Swerve x Human! Reader
Warnings: None,
You love to travel, when you lived on Earth it was all you ever did. Hands gripping a steering wheel, heart shaped sunglasses, and the wind in your hair. You spent the first few years in the US, especially after you got your license. Late night trips and early morning drives, that's how you live. It’s different now, with the whole space thing, but you still get to travel astound the universe and what not, so you cant really complain. 
“So what’d you do before you joined the Lost Light?” 
The question stuck to your attention, the little red and white bot staring at you through their visor. You smiled, cupping the glass of water in your hands. 
“I traveled a lot, like a lot. Probably not as much as you guys do, but it's something.” 
“Oh really,” 
His tone sounded interesting, a red servo holding a glass and the other wiping it with a towel, a bright smile on his face as well. It was inviting, made you want to talk more, far more than you probably should, but talking is what made you interesting to people, well that's what you think. 
“Where’d you go?” 
“Oh, anywhere I could if I had the money. Places like Greece, Egypt, Japan, Bora Bora.”
You watched as his smile got bigger, he placed the glass down and picked up another. 
“Bora Bora! The Bora Bora? Wow, you really are a traveler!” 
His interest peaked so easily, you simply mentioned simple spots everyone on earth has heard of, but you guess that's to be expected when the person you’re talking to is a big metal space alien. You smiled at him, nodding your head before speaking again.
“Yeah, I got a bunch of pictures from when I went to Hold on.” 
You reach for your book bag strap, pulling it off your shoulder to pull the entire bag over you and into your lap and start digging through it. You mumble a bit to yourself as you dig for an envelope. 
“I know I have them in here somewhere.” 
Your hands finally feel the familiar thickness of the envelope, pulling it out of the bag. You moved the bag to sit in the chair to your left. Fingers moving swiftly to skim through the hundreds of postcards and polaroid photographs. They finally stop once you see the photo, you standing in that crystal clear blue water, wearing your swimsuit and signature heart shaped sunglasses resting on your noise, Mount Otemanu in the background. You handed the photo to him, his digits taking the photo softly and flipping it to see what it was. You went back to looking for things to show him in the envelope.
“You weren’t lying, Did you know, Sky Pirates was filmed in Bora Bora! Isn’t that the coolest. Personally, it's on my bucket list of places to go.” 
You looked up, curious. It's like he knew you went there because of that movie.
“Yeah! That's why I went, Sky Pirates are like a staple in my childhood!” 
A smile plastered on your face, hands flat on the bar in front of you, he knew Sky Pirates. You could feel the excitement bubbling up from your stomach. He placed the photo back on the bar towards you. 
“You know Sky Pirates!” 
“Yeah, it's an earth movie. I know a lot about Earth movies. They’re like not only the second best thing to come out of Earth but they are so cool. Action movies have people actually doing that crazy stuff for money and it just looks so cool.” 
The bot went on for a moment, rambling about action movies and asking you a few questions about some. It wasn’t until he saw you flipping through more photos that he asked about your own stories and adventures. You pulled a chuck on paper out of the envelope, and spread it around. Looking at the bot with a smile. 
“Pick one, I’ll tell you about it!” 
He chuckles, placing a servo on his chin as if he's thinking. 
“Alright.” 
He scans them all, looking from top left right and then down. He finally decided on one, digits pointing and then picking it up. 
“This one looks fun!” 
He hands it to you, a smile appearing on your face as you turn it over. It was your first ever trip picture, you looked far younger than you thought you did. Hair pulled up, a different pair of sunglasses and there was a silly little sticker at the bottom of it. A half circle with the depiction of the sunrise and a cactus, it read “Here Comes The Sun.” It was one of the first places you drove to, you went to see a friend, but on the way the friend had ended up breaking things off, so you were left with yourself and then the entire state of AZ. 
“What’s the story behind that one?” 
You sighed, but kept that bright smile on your face. 
“This is the first trip I went on, the first place I drove to. I originally went to visit a friend, but things happened. So I was left with an entire state to explore by myself, which I did! Hints the orange canyons in the background. God, I bought a lot of polaroid film.” 
You laughed to yourself, throughout the trip you were sad, but now all you remembered were the good times you had with strangers and the nice views you got to see. You’d do it all over again if you could. 
“Wow, you really do travel! I travel a bit.” 
He could see the way your eyes light up at the last bit of his sentence. You had grouped up the rest of your photos, the little mound of them in front of you. You looked up at the bot like he spoke about magic and flying dragons. 
“You travel, omg, Tell me about it! It must be so different from how it is from the way I traveled on Earth. That’s so cool. Traveling space that's like uber cool, way cooler than traveling around Earth. OMG! Have you been to pluto? Jupiter?” 
You paused, you had realized you were now standing on the root rest of the bar stools, hands planted firmly on the bar. You got too excited, the one thing you told yourself you wouldn’t do. You look around the bar, no one seems to care about your loudness. You take your seat again and look back towards the red and white bot. His smile had dropped and his servo was hanging in the air. 
“Sorry, I didn't mean to get too excited.” 
He laughed, that big smile came back to his face and his servo lowered. 
“It’s all good, Glad to see you're interested in my stories.” 
He went back to cleaning glasses as he started off his story. He started with the characters, well other Cybertronians, giving a quick summary for each person and then continuing with the story. It was far more interesting than your Earth stories. Your hands cupped around the glass of water as you listened intently to the story. He had gotten to a point where the story was taking place in the same bar you sat in. He mentioned something about a drink, Engex, which piqued your interest. 
“What’s En, Engex?” 
A confused look on your face as you asked the question as he laughed, a big hearty laugh. 
“It’s a Cybertronian drink.” 
“Really,” 
You paused, your hands pulled the class in them closer. Your eyes looked at the wall behind him, the neon lights that set the mood. They lit up the white parts of Swerve's body into a ray of colors, when your eyes finally snapped back to him, a curious smile on your face. 
“Ya got any, that I can try?” 
He straightened up, setting the glass and towel down as he scanned your face. 
“Yeah, here.” 
His servo reached for an empty glass, while his other went under the counter top to grab what you assumed was the bottle drink. He poured the drink into the glass that sat in front of you, you watched as the liquid fell into the glass. It shined like it was magma, the metal of the bar underneath it shined with a little orange. It was small, you actually hadn’t realized how small it was. He pulled the bigger bottle away, his servo rested on the back of the glass, he paused, almost like he didn’t want to give it to you. 
“Careful, I’m not sure if this is human safe.” 
“I’ll be fine.” 
You drug out the end of ‘fine’, as he pushed the glass towards you. His smile was small, but it was there as he watched you pick the glass up and take a small sip. The drink lit your face up like a flame, the light orange glow. You pulled the glass back and your face contorted, your nose wrinkled and your eyebrows knit together. The taste was not what you were expecting, it was bitter, it gave you a bit of warmth as it went down. You placed the glass back down and looked up at the bot. 
“Not what you were expecting, huh?” 
You shook your head, your face started to relax. You grabbed the glass of water and chugged it. You tried your hardest to get the taste of your mouth, but the water didn’t help. 
“You should see the look on your face!”
He was laughing, that same laugh he always gives, which caused you to laugh. The sound of both your laughs were all you could hear within the bar, but maybe that's just what Swerve has been needing, someone to make this bar come to life. 
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justalazywriter · 2 years
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Hcs | Tobirama | relationship headcannons| mostly Gn!reader
Warning: none
Requests are open
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A/n: idk why but I think this is written so bad;-; but I'm a professional at self criticism anyways lol
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At first he isn't much into physical love language or verbal instead you'll make up to breakfast in bed when he has a free day or little notes even with a flower if he's feeling like it
He's just not used to verbally or physically expressing love so you'll have to slowly ease him into it
Start in private when you're both sitting together , holding hands or leaning on his shoulder .
After some time he'll initiate holding hands and hugs by himself. With cuddles ? He's akward at first not knowing where to place his hands or stuff but after you help him and he sees you're enjoying it (Wich means he's doing it right) it'll be much more common
Even to the point where you bring food into this overworking man's office and you'll end up sitting on his lap and fall asleep while he does his paperwork
Coming to the next point , tobirama appreciates if you bring him food when he's working knowing he forgets to eat and take a break (he only takes them when you come around and he'll talk with you for some minutes )
On free days and after he is used to cuddling expect to be pulled back into bed just because he wants to chill with you there for a bit longer
He won't go back to sleep then but yeah , he'll just lay there and enjoy your presence
Something tells me he gets more open to giving verbal love when he is really tired out and he might be convincible to be the little spoon in cuddling then
Can he cook? Yes , perfectly even . On free days you'll sometimes find him cooking for you both
After some times tobirama gets an extremely soft spot for you and he'll be completely different from the cold self he shows others
Initiating cuddles , coming home for dinner (brings his work with him) , getting more free days to spend with you and even saying I love yous more than before (it's still rare but not as super rare as before)
Nightwalks? You'll have to convince him since you could run into danger and get hurt but he'll say yes if he's coming with you and you're not going to wander off the village far
Now if you're friends with any Uchiha or worse Madara , tobirama will be jealous and so on but you seem to enjoy being friends with them so he'll keep it low . He just doesn't want you to get hurt by them
If they dare to hurt you ... Yeah let's just say they'll be gone missing
Tobirama is overprotective but he knows to control it and not act like it everytime (is this even a thing? Idk)
He is more of a cat person but he would get along with dogs too if they are calm enough. But he doesn't necessarily want a pet still if you want one , he'll allow it and care for it too
As for kids , it'll take long till he would be ready to get one or 2 and if you don't want one he would accept it
Dates with him are always fancy and impressive if he's feeling like making you go "wow"
But if you aren't a fan of it tobirama will enjoy sitting under a tree and eating takeout with you too . Or a nice picnic even tho it has to be a place where people don't go often
Imagine seeing the mighty tobirama doing such "childish thing" yeah he thinks it would ruin his reputation
For the female fellows he knows what period is and what you need , he won't be grossed out at the normal bloodstains and stuff but he'll be confused and helpless about the moodswings for the first few times
In public he is acting more subtle in lovelanguage depending on how many people are around and paying attention to the both of you
This will change if someone is trying to hit on you. The person must be extremely drunk or dumb to hit on his lover. As soon as he sees you're clearly uncomfortable and they won't stop hell be at your side and a hand at your waist pulling you closer to him while giving them a deathglare
Now imagine if an Uchiha hit on you like that? While you're passing by next to them tobirama will casually whisper a threat like "next time you try it you'll be dead" and then act like he didn't just threaten them and buy you something you cheer you up if they made you feel down
Anyways , i hate it but hope you like it?
If you got tips to improve drop them in the comments and leave a like if you enjoyed it
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your comment about not being able to move on from stsg - i get that so much ToT it’s frustrating sometimes i’m ngl
what drew you in to their relationship? what do you like or think about often? personally something i really love is how tragic their relationship is. it doesn’t seem like it would’ve ever worked out in the world they live in, but despite everything their feelings feelings stay alive for around a decade
oh wow, thank you for sending me this ask! i will take any chance to get on my soapbox abt satosugu hehe
okay the shippy feelings are quite simple to explain, the fantastical world of jjk is buttressed by a style of realism i rly enjoy, so like imagining stsg school days and puppy love is super fun and thrilling for me. i feel similarly abt their breakup, their story has like wong kar wai film potential which i looooveeee. i put my stsg playlist on repeat and imagine the stsg arthouse film of my dreams.....
anyway the thing about satosugu that initially drew me in was angst bc i love the whole "doomed by the narrative" type of ship, but it's their inevitability that fascinated me. their friendship deterioration was inevitable bc of their role as sorcerers in the world. the material fallout of their friendship is also inevitable, as its woven through the main plot with profundity and dare i say care. i like to shit on gege and i have beef w his writing decisions, but i appreciate the way he portrays morality/duty and kind of juxtaposes it with personality/natural inclinations/true beliefs. gojo and geto are powerful, unfortunate, doomed, but their different approaches to their duty as sorcerers (and gojo's response to geto's defection) are authentic.. they can't help but be human despite their power and strength. i resent fanon interpretations that simplify the moral complexity of gojo's position following geto's cult era, it's not like geto or gojo made their choices for each other in the sappy romantic way. i ship them romantically bc of the immense depth/narrative weight of their friendship... like i love how fraught it all is. things like gojo essentially letting geto fuck around for a decade is interesting and shows how deep their bond was and how much it meant to gojo, so much so that he couldn't stand on business and carry out his purpose for jujutsu society. also speaks to his moral dilemma, he doesn't exactly believe in what he's meant to do which leads him down a path of regret.
and then there's the basic stuff like gojo being this privileged, idolized kid with little to no socialization (no peers), i think its extremely precious and tender when young ppl sort of imprint on the first person they get along with. that's my interpretation of satosugu's friendship as first years.. as powerful and smart as gojo is he has these innate weaknesses due to his upbringing and disconnect from people so his response and heartbreak abt geto feels extremely realistic and humanizing. geto doesn't know he's gojo's soft spot...like their friendship was more emotionally and psychologically codependent than either of them realized which makes it even more hard-hitting that it dissolved as abruptly and traumatically as it did.
i think geto is one of the most sympathetic examples of "radicalization" so to speak, the fact that he injests curses and turns evil is a stroke of genius imo, the emotional reality of curses and resentment about ppls role in the world is one of jjks narrative successes. his pain is tangible and i think its meaningful that he has this deranged sort of wisdom following his mental break. there's no redemption at the end of his path and he knows it, he lets his convictions destroy him, its terrible and harrowing but its everything to me. his normie beginnings as a sorcerer (esp compared to gojo) also make this so interesting, like at some point he rly believed in a cause that gojo never really had illusions abt. the levels of betrayal.... gojo's feelings abt geto defecting are for lack of a better word relatable and believable. ideological extremism is something that more and more of us in the contemporary age are having to deal with due to the amplification of social deterioration and polarization and i think more ppl relate to this somewhat ambiguous grief of friendships/connections in an emotionally hostile world. to me gojo deals with ambiguous loss on multiple levels: loss of his only best friend, loss of someone he had unresolved feelings for, loss of a voice of reason in his life, loss of his strongest emotional connection to the people he protects, as well as losing his way as the strongest sorcerer in jujutsu society.
gojo and geto's arcs both represent the inherent tragedy and fatalism that come with living in a broken, hurting world and trying to protect it, as well as who/what u might lose in the process. i'm no determinist irl, i don't believe in the greco-roman understanding of fate at all. its hard to distinguish fate from choice sometimes. but analyzing the philosophical elements of silly shounen manga is a super fun mental exercise :3
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Albums of 2023 part 1
OK I started a best albums of 2023 thread as there's lots that got missed out of charts I contributed to. I got carried away and there's nearly 100, but they're all superb and I think there's something for everyone here. Start with this: a DEVASTATINGLY fresh drum'n'bass/jungle excursion from a perpetually underrated UK bass don Altered Natives.
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A short but PERFECTLY formed 20 minutes of heavy, trippy R&B with surprise UKG and even drum'n'bass twists, Tinashe deserves so much more credit as an innovator...
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I was late to this one but should've known the Hive Mind label always delivers. Swedish-based guitarist Vumbi Dekula delivering track after track of perfection like it's as easy as breathing.
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I've always enjoyed Lana Del Rey when she's at her most benzo-haze - and this Mitski album hits that spot perfectly... not that it's all dissociated - it's very smart and sharp - but you can easily drift away into it.
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Metallica, Pink Floyd, Fleetwood Mac, Blondie covers in a millennium old Inuit language? Well yes - and in Elisapie's hands it's DEVASTATING. I played the Leonard Cohen one out at 3am in a chillout room in the summer and it was real, REAL magic.
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TONN3RR3 & BIKAY3 = French live electronic beats of various flavours + EXTREMELY eccentric Congolese vocalist = braincell-scrambling funtimes...
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First of two major trip-outs from Optimo Music last year - with Op:l Bastards and then K-X-P, Timo Kaukolampi is best known for motorik cosmic synth rock, but here everything is stripped away except the abstract cosmic, and wow it'll give you vertigo if you let it.
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The presence of Peter Zummo here leads to automatic Arthur Russell comparisons for Greek-British brothers áthos - and it's not NOT Arthur-ish.... but more, it's operating in the same boho world of freedom as he did, and finds its own delicate voice within that.
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Another massively unsung talent, original Moving Shadow / - now Over/Shadow - crew, half of Mixrace with the mighty Paradox (they also had a great record out this year), Dave Trax makes THE most exquisite soulful but heavy d'n'b and this album is among his best.
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Melbourne's always been musically interesting, but this new duo project from a Gorillaz / Genesis Owusu collaborator Mindy Meng Wang 王萌 with Sui Zhen is above and beyond. Sort of fourth world but more advanced (fifth world??), it's a really personal, precise and endlessly fascinating thing.
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Dunno how Jamal Moss does it so prolifically but consistently: an endless flow of machine funk like a jet of magma from the centre of the earth. Add Polish saxophonist Jerzy Maczynski to the mix making Universal Harmonies & Frequencies, and the results are overwhelmingly ecstatic.
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Holmer zooms into the essential something that links Mary Chain, Goldfrapp, Stereolab, Cocteaus and all their influences in turn... a kind of pure essence of motorik, psychedelic, magickal pop..... Such an instant, potent, pleasure-centres hit.
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Your favourite DJ's favourite DJ's favourite DJ Jerome Hill is also no shabby producer and every one of these eight tracks is the platonic ideal of a bleeping, clonking, tweaking, hot, sweaty, bassy dancefloor banger.
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Need a reminder that it hasn't all been done before in electronic music? TSVI got you covered: this is the FRESHEST gear, but never innovating for innovation's sake - always about emotions & composition first. Includes several Loraine James contributions too \(more to come from her....) ❤️
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The kind of drone music that can give you superpowers if you make space to really soak it in. Kali Malone x Lucy Railton x Stephen O'Malley = AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!
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The Magic Numbers pretty much passed me by, but this solo album from the band's Michele Stodart is the epitome of Soft Music For Hard Times, real quiet dignity stuff, beautiful subtlety to production/arrangment and just the kind of countrified songwriting I adore.
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A second one from Hive Mind, and another supermodernist feeling one - ultra sophisticated stuff from the Rio de Janeiro polymath Ricardo Dias Gomes: is it post-rock? Indietronica? Neotropicália? Yes/no/whatever... watch out there's a noisy surprise at the end!
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Is it me or is R&B / neo soul wayyyyy more experimental than hip hop at the moment? Like the Tinashe and Janelle albums, this is super short but WOW does Madison McFerrin pack a lot of innovation, emotion and just v.i.b.e.s. into its 27 minutes
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Very cleverly structured because it starts quite timid and slight, which it turns out is maybe expectation management? But Andre Three Stacks builds into something that demands repeat plays - and a megastar bringing Don Cherry meets Hiroshi Yoshimura vibes into the world?? It's not quite the masterpiece I'd hoped for but it is GREAT.
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The perfect (paradoxical?) combination of being absolutely true to the unchanging groove of Detroit, but also pushing it forwards sonically... DJ Bone STILL sounds like the future.
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A second appearance for the most fun abstract cellist out there, Lucy Railton - this record is really tricky, it feels different from different angles, keeps throwing surprises at you, the proverbial "a lot to unpack"... but it's GREAT.
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hinako omori somehow emerges from a wellspring circa 1979-81 when prog synth meandering was feeding into e.g. Kate Bush, Eurythmics, Japan, and then traces through that into 00s post trance pop but it doesn't sound retro? HOW?
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Another small but perfectly formed one. Amazing that Ultramarine's elegant, pastoral, ECM-ish house explorations are still so exploratory and moving after all these years - and they fit perfectly on the Blackford Hill label which had an extraordinary year too.
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In a year when not a lot of hip hop floated my boat, this was a glorious exception. Kind of odd it didn't get more hype really - Kaytra absolutely on top of his game, partnership with Aminé flows together just like their names, guest spots on point, vibes upon vibes upon vibes (instrumental version is great too!)
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David Harrow is the absolute epitome of real craftsmanship honed over years and years - and this album of dub and downtempo tracks with rich layering of singing modular synths is a really magical exercise in world-building.
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OK that's that for now, direct link to Part 2 here....
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STAR! STAR I LOVE IT I LOVE IT! Gosh that fic was amazing body and soul whole once more tell me your thoughts of the game! Your ideas! I NEED ANGRY DAD HENRY WITH AN AXE CHASING AFTER WILSON FOR WHAT HE DID TO HIS INK DEMON SON PLEASE!!!
Joey you lost dad rights Audrey and bendy are Henry’s kids now
Friend! Thank you!! I’m glad you enjoyed it, I had an absolute blast writing it. Saw the art and was like, “WOW, I need to write something like that right now immediately.” 
I think the game is awesome! They outdid themselves! I’m in the middle of a second watch-through with a more in-depth exploration of the game, and I’m really enjoying seeing it all again. I originally just breezed through a no-commentary video from someone who had clearly finished it before and did everything very quickly, because! I had no intention of falling back in the fandom! A friend asked if I was going to watch it and that she was going to, so I figured I’d just check it out for the sake of it!
(spoilers below, if you missed the spoiler tag)
But then Henry was in it?? HECK. But even beyond Henry’s inclusion, I really like Audrey, I love baby Bendy, and the visuals are incredible. I don’t even mind that it was the same “animator gets trapped in the studio, needs to survive and escape” premise because I felt that the differences built on the original rather than copied it. 
My only complaints, therefore, are extremely minor. One, I don’t love that they made the Lost Ones hostile. They were my shivering, skeletal, mostly silent, tragic babies in the first game! The deep despair they exuded just really hit me hard, so I’m kinda meh that they have a mindless sort of violence now. That’s what the Searchers are for. That being said, I did like that some had personalities. 
Two, the Ink Demon. “Bendy.” Whatever you want to call him. His wandering in the original was probably one of my favorite parts, so I wasn’t a huge fan of how he only seemed to appear for scripted events, and even then, you didn’t really even see him most of the time, just heard him growling. And c’mon… “The Ink Demon is coming. Hide.” Really? What happened to the player needing to pay attention, listening for the heartbeat and watching out for his inky wall shadows? And then hearing the heart-attack inducing music when he spotted you? I think it would have been cool if they just had that darkness and the warmth being drained out of the color, and preferably, that heartbeat. I did like his voice, though, it’s a good choice for him with the emphasized demonic appearance.
Still unsure about his new design, to be honest. I really liked his tall skeletal form and the way he sort of trudged around. I don’t hate it or anything, I just don’t know if I like it, lol. 
Now on to my ideas!! Angry dad Henry is actually one of the other stories I’m working on! Along with one where everything is nice and nothing hurts and Joey just one day says to Henry “I want to make a child with the Ink Machine” and Henry has to take several very deep breaths before choking out “I’ll get right on that.” There’s another I haven’t started yet but the premise is that Allison actually remembers pre-Wilson stuff like Henry does and she breaks him out (inspired specifically by a shot in Rockit Music’s song “Revive My Soul”) so it’s her, Henry, and Tom running around the studio pre- and during Audrey. 
I also want to do something with either Audrey asking Henry about Joey or Henry meeting Joey’s memory ghost thing. Maybe both. 
But yes, Joey has lost all dad rights and Henry will be calling dibs! Sorry, them’s the rules! 
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5 and/or 28 for the ask game?
-Ryan💖
5. Share a strength
Oooh! I wanna go with... descriptions. My writing is a movie in my brain and I put my pride in sharing the visuals I want the person to see! I find I actually get Double good at those visuals when they're dreams so my second answer would probably be dreams. between ilyltslts [<- oh wow. that series has a long acronym huh] & the one unnamed sausage & pearl fic... yeah. i want u to see the symbolism!!
28. Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much
AWW unfaiiiirrrr i like a lot of you guys!! @slashmagpie gets a spot in here no matter what though bc . lifeline :] other than that is a bunch of people but i was in lewers earlier so... @yellowsomethings & @liloinkoink
As for why? gestures wildly.
magpie!!! its about the way every chapter hits! its about all the things that connect that you never even noticed!! its about the characterizations!! its about false n stress n bdubs :] but like. in regards to the non llau fics: i read through a couple last night and its still so.. like oh!! the characters!! oh! the problems!! oh!! you know? magpie do you know how badly i wanna write a fic based off of the ghost pearl fic about how she feels in that factory.
for ilex. aughghghg.. i dunno.. ilex keeps coming up with these awesome ideas for fics that just suck me in every single time? either that or has the prompts and then executes them really well? ESPECIALLY when it comes to arenaduo... the sausage and pearl stuff is always like... they're friends and they're friends through lives and decades and isnt that enough? doesn't that matter? won't you understand what that means to them? for them? it's about the. the emotions that you as the reader feel and that they as the characters feel.
and lew? duuude... its impressive, you know? like there's lamplight! leaflight! even!! two beautifully written aus with the prettiest visuals and amazing betrayal and trust and loyalty and love and it's about how a god will never harm the man who has done so much for him - will protect him as much as his power allows him - gives him all he can, and hopes beyond hope that this mortal will understand that he enjoys his presence so, so much. there are words they cant say because they don't have mouths or voices and yet.. and yet!!
and also there's treesekai and thats sick as hell even though it was a crackfic and wasnt meant to hit as hard as we all made it hit but i love it a lot too <33
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aside from gyuhoon, who else is in your ult list? and how did your ults become your ults (you don't have to answer this for all of them if it's too long)?
also congrats on reaching the 500 milestone luvvie!! your fics are honestly some of my favorite things to read on here. luv you <3333333333333
ahh im gonna cry! im too sensitive right now! you've hit me in the feels! im so glad you enjoy my stuff.
Eee! ok so. I have 5 ults out of all of kpop but I will list 7 (though it is still TECHNICALLY 6) in order to explain one extra thing that has been on my mind. These are very much in order.
#1 Mingyu (SVT) - This bitch came in SWINGING like the tree he is. I had my eyes on Jihoon. I was like that boy is cute then I locked eyes with Gyu like you lock eyes with someone from across the room and he pouted and I was a goner. He's tall, he's strong, he's large, he's so cute, he's pouty, he's funny, he's perfect.
#1 Chanyeol (EXO) - He shares the top spot with Gyu and he was here first. This man claimed my heart the moment I got into kpop. Exo is my ult group though Seventeen sometimes gives them a very close run for their money but then I listen to angel and I'm like babies...forgive my sins. But Chanyeol, my heart, the loml. His voice, his personality, he's so funny, he's dumb. I love him.
#3 Seyoon (WOW of A.C.E) - I made eye contact with this man and his thighs and I was a goner. He is not only talented and super attractive but his personality is just one of pure gold. He is so sweet and shy. He LOVES his members and Choice so much and I just couldn't help but to fall for him so hard.
#4 Baekhyun (EXO) - I fought so hard not to fall for him this hard. His stupid personality and his talent won me over so hard that I fell head over heels. His voice lulls me into a place of comfort. His face and smile brings me so much joy. His messages and words just bring me so much comfort.
#5 Jihoon (Seventeen) - My first love in Seventeen. His is one inch taller than me and yet could crack me like a walnut. I see him and malfunction. He is SO talented that I can't even express the feelings I get when I watch videos of him performing or producing. Then when we see him in tight fitted t-shirt and pants, I lose my ever loving mind. THEN to top it all off he is shy and sweet. I can't stand it!
#6 Dami (Dreamcatcher) - First I love women. I want this woman to step on me. I want her to look me in the face and just walk to me as she steps on me. The aura she gives off is just one that screams duality. She is so confident on the stage that I want her to domme the shit out of me and then off stage she is shy and sweet and I want to cuddle with her. I would do anything for her.
things you wanna ask me or whatever i called this?
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hello, this is nix! i’ve read the self-shipping headcanons you did for me and shoichi, and all i could say is wow. i’m in awe. it’s amazing that you got most, if not all, spot-on! i enjoyed reading them and thought to myself, “this makes so much sense.” they’re long and specific, so it must’ve taken you time to write all of that 🥺 don’t worry about having repeated some things because it’s still worth the read. i know you put a great deal of effort into interpreting the descriptions i gave and writing those headcanons, and i really appreciate it. i had never put much thought into self-shipping with a fictional character before, that is until you matched me with sho-chan (and don’t worry, i can share him with you! haha).
i would also like to express my gratitude for the two personalization prompts you’ve done for me. honestly, i never expected that because i simply loved your works without anticipating anything in return. so, for you to do reader appreciation gestures warms my heart. your dedication to giving back to your readers is amazing. 💝
one thing, though—i was laughing when you mentioned my pfp because i’m not even a feline enthusiast, and i’m allergic to them. it’s just that i find the icon picture itself cute and funny, so it was hilarious that it’s how you had pictured me when you thought of me, haha. oh, and the sawako face claim works out as well because i do have jet black hair, except that i don’t have any bangs, and i prefer a short haircut (i only had to grow my hair out because my health degree program requires us to wear a chignon most of the time. ugh!)
for the personalization prompt #1, no need to worry because i’m familiar with servamp from watching the anime. however, i have yet to read the manga, so there are characters i still don’t know about. even if i’m not deeply invested in the series (because i’m more focused on other fandoms), i still enjoyed it and the personalized prompt you made as well. 💗🎀
Hey Nix! It’s so lovely to see you back in the inbox 😊 I’m so glad you enjoyed the self-ship headcanons. I honestly had a lot of fun writing them up – I’m a sucker for those kind of things honestly, so I’m glad that most of them hit the mark! It did take a fair amount of time, but it’s time well spent to me! I enjoy it and I like being able to do special little things like that for lovely readers like you. I wasn’t kidding – your support, all your likes and asks sent in mean a ton to me, as I am one of those bad writers who really do get a lot of their motivation from interaction with readers and feedback/knowing people are reading! I’m glad that the repetition I did notice didn’t bother you too much. It’s really such a compliment to learn that my little match-up made you consider self-shipping! It really is just a fun and sometimes therapeutic thing, but that’s coming from someone with so many self-ships hahaha! And thanks for the sharing – sharing is caring, after all lol!
Aww, thank you so much for saying that 😊 I know it wasn’t expected from any of the people I did it for, they were all meant to be little surprises for those who keep me happy and motivated to write! I really do appreciate all my gorgeous constant readers and do believe that every single one of you is an amazing person behind those screens and when I sit down at my altar at night for meditation, I send blessings out in the universe for each and every one of you <3 Hopefully that’s hitting its mark in at least some cases!
Okay, but I am laughing over here at the irony! It sucks you’re allergic to cats and I can see why you wouldn’t like them if they make you all sneezy and gross feeling but yeah, the icon picture is adorable! It just did not work out well for actually inserting you into a universe, something I do with any of the readers I start to recognize by name or favourite characters (it fleshes out the world’s just that much more when I write my little cheesy stuff for myself or imagine myself/my OC’s in the various ‘verses!) That’s so weird that your health degree program specifies a certain hairstyle and that’s really gender-biased, as I’m assuming they don’t make men have chignons! I hope you’ll get to have your hair back to how you prefer it when you finish your degree (with great success, as I know you will!). I really lucked out in that, even when I was doing my clinical work for my degree in the health field, it was only the standard – long hair pulled back and I had to get rid of my funky colored hair and have it only natural colors while in the program. Thankfully my current workplace is fine with whatever I want to do with my hair, as long as I don’t shed into the pill bottles. And I’m glad you were at least familiar with the universe, even if it’s not one you’re deeply invested in! I just honestly could see you in that universe so well, plus another couple universes but the fandoms for those are so, so small that I assume nobody knows them haha!
Anyway, thank you so, so much for sending this in to the ask box. I popped on tonight to really catch up on everything new that has come in and to add a bunch to my queue and this made me smile a lot and made my heart happy, so really appreciate it and you 😊
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snackhobi · 3 years
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re-reading my old fics like wrow... this bitch had some WORDS in her huh................ 
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tobesoalive · 3 years
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rises the moon (Josh Kiszka x Reader)
here’s a fluffy smut pice for y'all about the hottest man alive, Josh Kiszka! Let me know if you like it and want to see more of this stuff, I had a lot of fun writing it! Anyways....enjoy!
WARNINGS: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, the usual 
“C’mon babe! Let's celebrate a little!” you nagged your sweaty, grinning boyfriend. Josh Kiszka was the love of your life, and had been since you met three years ago. It was a warm August night and he had just gotten done performing his first show in months.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let loose a bit” he replied with a grin. “I’m kinda tired though so do you mind if it’s just the two of us?”
“I guess I could tolerate that” you tease.
After about another hour of hearing people congratulate the boys and helping pack up it was time to go. You were able to make it to the car without being swarmed by fans, but still stopping for a few photos. You offered to drive so that Josh could sleep for a little bit. Finally you pulled up to the little bungalow you and Josh had started living in a few months ago. It only made sense for the two of you to live together since you were practically inseparable.
Entering through the garage you kicked off your shoes as Josh questioned what you had in mind.
“Well I was thinking we could put on a record and maybe cook some food? Maybe even enjoy a glass of wine if you’re feeling wild”
“You know me baby, I’m always wild!” he responds, doing a weird voice that you rolled your eyes at, but deep down you loved it.
“I think the term feral suits you better” you quip, pulling him in for an embrace.
He rests his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing deeply. You know how stressed and anxious he has been these past few weeks leading up to the show, and it made you so happy to see him finally relaxing. Silently your bodies part ways and he makes his way over to your extensive vinyl collection in the living room. He’s flipping through records when you run up to your bedroom and come back down the stairs, hands hiding behind your back.
“Hey Frodo, I have a little surprise for you”
“Oh boy what could it be, a sacred ring or some shit?” he says without looking up, putting a Fleet Foxes record on the turntable.
“Sorry for calling you a hobbit, I just wanted to make sure I got your attention.” you say as he finally makes his way over to you.
From behind your back you pull out a single joint and a lighter, one you had hand decorated with little stars and a moon. On it you had written in gold Sharpie “You are my sun”.
“Babe this is so amazing!” he says while taking the lighter in his hand and flipping it around. Josh was always keeping your sketches and random doodles that you thought nothing of, so you thought you’d put them on something he’d get use out of.
“I’m sorry I know it’s small, I just wanted to give you a little something to say congrats.”
“Are you kidding mama?! I love it, you didn’t have to do anything!” he assures you before pulling you in for a kiss.
“I will definitely be putting this to good use, but I think we should break it in now” he says before pulling you over to the couch and putting the joint between his lips.
He passes it to you and you inhale deeply, letting the sweet smoke fill your lungs. This was an activity you and Josh liked to partake in when you had a stressful day, or when you were going on an adventure, or anytime really. Not that either of you weren’t already very laid back and silly.
After a few minutes of the two of you passing the joint back and forth it was gone, and you ashed it out in the tray on the coffee table, setting the lighter to rest beside it.
“God that was a really great present actually, I just wish there was a way I could repay you” Josh says turning to face you.
“It’s a gift, you don’t need to repay me!” you tell him, starting to feel the effects of the weed.
“But you see I’m just a giving person, and what I’d like to give to you right now is a mind blowing orgasm” Josh says, and you can’t help but burst out laughing. You cover your face with your hands before facing him and saying “Kiszka you are such a dork, you’re lucky I find you so attractive!”
Both of you are grinning as your lips collide and after a minute of making out you pull back.
“After some deep consideration, I’ve come to the conclusion that that is an offer i just can’t refuse”
“Oh my love you are in for a treat!” he tells you before pulling you onto his lap.
Your hips start to move against his involuntarily, and you can feel him growing harder beneath his shorts. You tug at the hem of his white shirt and he lifts his arms up so you can pull it off him. Once again you break the kiss to move down on to your knees, ready to tease him with your mouth.
“Oh no princess, none of that tonight. All I really want to do is taste you so you better get your ass on this couch” he says with a small laugh.
You giggle as you get back on the sofa, barely able to contain your excitement. He unbuttons your pants and awkwardly yanks them off, causing you both to laugh. Quickly, his face becomes more serious as he concentrates on running his fingers up and down on the inside of your thighs, lightly ghosting around where you need him most.
“Joshua please” you whimper as you throw your head back, becoming more and more frustrated by his teasing.
“Sorry baby, I was just admiring how wet you already are. Was it from me?”
“Mhmm” you moan in response, tilting your head back down to make eye contact with him.
“Well I suppose I could treat you, since you’ve been such a good girl” he smirks before pulling your panties to the side, running his middle finger up and down your slit.
His teeth bite at his bottom lip as he darts his eyes from your wet center and back up to your eyes. You’re unable to take your eyes off of him, the sight of him alone is enough to make you come.
Slowly, he pushes his middle finger in, down to the last knuckle, letting it sit there a moment before he starts to pump it in and out of you at a lazy pace. Your walls contract around him as your eyes start to tear up, desperate for more.
“Josh more please” you plead with him. Instantly he attaches his lips to your clit, the motion all too familiar to him, the hairs above his lip and on his chin adding extra sensation. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud as his finger speeds up it’s pace. You can feel the heat start to pool in your stomach as he continues his actions. He adds a second finger, taking a moment to pull his mouth away and use his free hand to pull your panties to the side more. He dives back in, more concentrated than ever, fingers curling up to hit the delicate spot inside of you. You can see him rutting against the couch and it’s enough to make you throw your head back and let out a loud and rather pornographic moan.
“I think I’m gonna-” you start to say as the fire in your belly builds.
“It’s okay baby, you can do it, cum for me” he says, flashing his gorgeous smile quickly before returning his lips to your clit, moaning around it, sending delicious vibrations through your body. Your fingers lace through his curls as his fingers pump at an insane speed, sending you over the edge.
Your body shakes as stars form behind your closed eyelids, every part of you basked in complete euphoria, oblivious to everything around you. After a minute you open your eyes as you whimper at the feeling of Josh dragging his fingers out of you, but the feeling of his breath still hot against your clit.
You look down to see Josh with his eyes closed, partially hunched over as his hands rest on his knees, your juices gleaming on his tan skin.
“Wow, I owe you one, that was fucking amazing” you sigh.
“I’d love that, but I’m gonna have to take a rain check, seems my problem took care of itself” he says, cheeks turning red.
You look down to see a dark spot on his green shorts, realizing that he was experiencing just as much pleasure from pleasuring you.
“Joshua Michael Kiszka, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life!” you say before pulling him into a kiss, the taste of you lingering on his lips. The thought of him getting off from eating you out alone drove you wild, he really fucking loves you.
“God I’ve never been more tired and content in my life” he says as his arms find their way around you, head burying into your neck.
“Well my prince, why don't you go upstairs and get in bed while I get you a glass of water and a snack”
“Oh my god, how did I get this lucky?” he says
“I ask myself the same thing everyday” you say before giving him one last kiss.
“You are my moon”
“And you my sun”
And you meant every bit of it.
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bonny-kookoo · 3 years
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Sing to me: JJK x Reader 🔞
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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Mermaid AU, Siren!Jungkook, Prince!Jungkook, homeless!Reader, Romance,  Smut duh
Wordcount: 5k (medium)
Tags/Warnings: okay so, spoiled kook, possessive kook, Theres literally an attempted murder lol, drowning? whoops, blood oh no, reader is hella fucking dense ok, biting, courting lol, fish boy is in love, whoops, anyways we got sexy times too, because in this AU fishboy got legs n all of that hah, unprotected sex because, guys pls this ain't supposed to he realistic, wrap it before you tap it folks, its also not all that filthy lol, blink and you'll miss the scene, honestly I didn't include much smut because yall nasty so you will ask for dirty drabbles anyways, not that I mind lol, k I'm done I think, wow mom I've sinned less than usual..
Summary: Help me love myself, and I might learn to love you as well.
Or alternatively: you save Jungkook from being killed, and he totally gets the wrong signals. But he's cute, so its fine. Probably.
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Jungkook is floating.
He thinks about what lies above the waves, and cant think of anything he really finds interesting. The surface is littered in junk, in things humans leave behind without thinking twice about it. It's air is thick and stuffy, hard to breathe and never clear at all. It's crowded, with creatures who at the end of the day all look the same in his eyes. There's nothing exciting about the world people walk on.
Its boring, and dirty.
His own home is, compared to that, a kingdom radiating like the moon itself. It shines and sparkles, and harbors some of the most beautiful creatures ever to be found. He and his family, as well as everyone else, live in peace with nature down underneath the waves, existing side by side instead of trying to gain the upper hand all the time.
And he's reminded of the cruelty of man, when he finds himself caught in a net.
He's somehow made the fishermen drop it instead of pulling him up on their boat. But that doesn't mean he's free- he's still struggling with it, fighting it, but he cant rip it apart. All he does really, is tie the knots tighter, have them dig into his skin until spots are rubbed raw. He can't really swim anywhere at this point, gives up as he can see the last lights of his distant home fade into the distance.
Jungkook is floating.
He's slowly being led by the waves, by the love of wind and waters, as he closes his eyes. Its a pity, really; for a prince held so high to die by the mere hands of the poor, he thinks. It's upsetting him, very much so, but he takes it as it is. There's nothing he can do anyways, as he slowly comes into contact with the sand below. It washes him up onto short, the dry sand sticking to his body, waves pushing him higher and higher onto the ground.
He shivers, the cold outside air biting at his skin now unsheltered and defenseless.
He doesn't know how long he lays there.
But at some point, steps are heard on the sand. He keeps his eyes closed, doesn't care about what will happen next- he really just wants to have it be over by now, the ropes already painfully burning his skin at certain spots. He's sure theres sand in his wounds as something touches him- warm fingers, hesitant, and almost shy.
He keeps his eyes closed.
"My god, I hate humans.." You mutter under your breath, your voice hitting his ears, making him notice the way it sounds. He thinks it sounds very similar to some of his kind; sirens being blessed with voices sweet and enchanting. Maybe you were one of the strays who had decided to live on the surface for some reason? But your smell was entirely human, although much sweeter and pleasant than anyone he'd met before. And then, after a small short moment of pain-
He's free.
His arms flop to his side, and he breathes in deeply- finally able to fully move again. His eyes open, and adjust to the night for a moment, before they meet yours.
How interesting.
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"Jungkook?" Jimin asks him, curious to what has gotten the young Siren so occupied. Typically, Jungkook would be watching the annual kingdom dances with at least some form of interest; even if it was just a glimpse of it, just to make his parents worry less about him misbehaving. But today, as the graceful dancers move around to the orchestra playing, the young prince is absolutely not there. At least not mentally. "Jungkook." The older one scolds, getting Jungkooks attention- his gaze hard and annoyed. "Please, young prince- at least try to pretend you're interested. This is after all part of our culture." He strategically uses his title as teasing- something which makes Jungkook snort without any fun.
"I really don't want to be here." He explains, and Jimin sighs. "I'd rather be at the surface.." He mumbles, being careful not to be too loud- but Jimin does pick it up, and so does his partner, Taehyung, next to him- now leaning a bit forward to hear better.
"Oh?" Jimin asks. "What could be of interest there, I wonder?" He teases, and Jungkook grows even more irritated.
"Nothing that should interest a whore like you." He says harshly, though Jimin knows he means no harm with it. Jimin is, after all, a man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life- which is why he can't quite grasp why Jungkook, a young man in his prime like himself, doesn't seem to care about whats going on around him.
"Hm, but I think she must be absolutely divine if you're willing to risk the wrath of your own mother just to see her." He says, and Taehyung snickers next to him, clearly amused.
But to both of their surprise, Jungkook grows.. calm. Theres even a glimpse of a smile on his lip as he rests his head on his head, elbow on the armrest of his throne. "That she is." He says, quietly, as he watches the young woman in front of him. He has to imagine you there instead, moving oh so gracefully to the sounds of his Kingdom's greatest musicians- dressed in the most beautiful gown he'd gift you. "That she is.." He repeats, a dreaming look on his face that Jimin has not seen before.
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Jungkook watches you.
He enjoys watching you on your daily trips to the beach, picking up cans and bottles, and other things people throw away without care. You're cleaning up the beach, and he thinks its a very good behavior- he likes the way you always carefully scan the ground and sides for any garbage. He swims a little closer as he spots you squatting down; eyes lighting up as you pick up a shell he'd personally not care much for. It's slightly pink- but nothing he hasn't seen in his life. They're so common, and he suddenly thinks that if this already makes you happy, what if he was to bring you something else? Something better, something more worth your attention?
He feels a rush of excitement.
Dashing into the opposite direction, he makes his way towards the ground below, eyes scanning the ground as he searches for something. He spots it after a few minutes of searching, but when he holds the pearl, he hesitates.
Its not enough.
No, that's not what you should get. He's only paying back his dept, yeah, that's what he's doing. But what if he was overdoing it by bringing you something too expensive or rare? No, he should be smart about it, yeah. Start small, and work your way up he thinks, as he takes the pearls he's collected while deep in thought, and pushes himself back to the top, swimming easily. He hopes you're still there-
And there you are, dipping your feet into the water.
He looks at what he can see; only able to see clearly underneath the waves rather than above. There's a bracelet hanging around your ankle, and it looks cheap, he thinks. It only helps him by giving him ideas for his next gifts- if you would accept his first, that is. He's never been rejected before, but then again, has always rejected instead. Nothing had interested him to the extend you did. Maybe you really were of his kind, secretly.
When he slowly brings his head up the waves, you don't get scared, or flinch. You simply look, spot him, and smile.
He likes that expression.
He comes closer, free hand helping him onto the stone you sit on, his hand holding your gift eagerly pushing against yours. You understand quickly, and open them, and he smiles. You're smart, he notes, and it only adds to your qualities, he thinks. Dropping the pearls, your eyes sparkle again- as they should, he thinks with pride. You inspect them with big eyes, as if you've never seen something alike. He enjoys your reaction- and you nod at him. "Thank you- are they for me to keep?" You ask, pointing to them, and then at your chest. He's not fully fluent in human language, but has picked up on some words and phrases, since Seokjin had recently strayed- teaching him some stuff whenever he got bored and visited his younger brother.
So Jungkook nods. "You." He says, and you like the sound of his voice; fittingly just as handsome as the rest of him, you think. But then again- his kind is known for its beauty and enchanting voices. "Keep." He tells you, pushing your closed palm a bit closer to your body as if to underline his statement. You think its cute, in a way.
"Okay." You say. "I'll keep them-?" You ask, and he doesn't understand, until you point to yourself, and say a name- yours, he supposes.
"Ah-" He starts, pointing to himself. "Jungkook. Jeon, Jungkook." He tells you, and you nod, smiling.
"It's nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook." You smile, and he grins back, slightly sharpened canines in stark contrast with his bunny-like smile.
He thinks its nice to meet you too.
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"But you're a witch, aren't you?" Jungkook argues, staring at Taehyung. "I thought you were all so capable." He challenges, and Taehyungs eyes darken- quite literally, since sea witches do technically have black eyes- but conceal them, as to not scare off people. He regains his composure however when Jimins hand lays on his shoulder.
"Now now, no need to become huffy." He says. "He didn't say he can't do it- he simply told you that its not that easy." He explains, and Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. Ever the spoiled prince, they think to themselves.
"I don't care about that." He states. "Can you do it, or can you not?" He asks, and Taehyung thinks for a moment.
"I.." He begins, before he sighs. "I can. But, there's a catch, Jungkook." He tells him, and this time, the youngest of the group seems just as serious as he listens. "I can't promise that.. the result will be what you will expect." He says.
"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks.
"There's a chance she won't survive it."
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He doesn't think much about why you're so often sitting on that rocky structure close to the deep- he likes not having to get out of the water to be close to you. And you think, Jungkook is quite the interesting being.
He’s curious; that much you can tell. His hands rest on your knees, your toes sometimes brushing against his abdomen as he swims closer- face coming forward to properly look at you. His vision must be bad outside of the waters you assume, his brown eyes squinting in concentration until he huffs and let’s himself back into the waters. You chuckle, and simply take off your jacket, slipping into the water as well as you control your breath- his entire face brightening at your body now underwater in his world, finally clear to see for his eyes.
You’re pretty, he thinks, definitely prettier than any other human he’d encountered before. The clothes covering your breasts and private parts a bit dull and boring for his taste- but he’d change that soon. He smiles, happy, before holding up his finger as if to signal for you to wait before he swims away, elegantly and fast. You swim up to breath some air, catch your breath, until there’s a hand around your calf, holding, fingers running over the skin, signaling you to come down again. You follow his question, taking a deep breath to meet him underneath the surface; his excited hands wrapping something around your neck, before he swims in circles as if he’s suddenly got too much energy. You point to yourself, as if to ask if you can keep it- and he nods, wide eyes watching you with a smile that you can’t help but mirror.
You don't quite realize what he's doing.
He however thinks you know. You know that he's courting you, and you're interested in him. You know that he's just given you more than a simple gift. He only believes you're letting him work for it- something he happily does, taking on the challenge as always. He swims closer, holds your shoulders, as his eyes look into yours, his gaze happy and child-like almost. He's close to finally showing you affection- but you suddenly swim to the surface instead.
And even though he knows you only wanted to breathe, he can't help but feel slightly sour at the ruined moment.
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"You're awfully happy these days." His mother says, watching her son in the gardens of the palace. "May I ask what has gotten you in such a bright mood?" She asks, and Jungkook doesn't quite know how to break it to her. He knows its not forbidden, knows it has, and does, happen each and every day it seems- but there's still fear inside of him. Theres still hesitation, even though he is not ashamed of what has happened- of what he has done. His mother however notices. "You know you can trust me, right?" She says, and he nods.
Its now or never.
"I've found a mate." He says, and his mother smiles warmly, holding his cheek as she kisses it in congratulation. "Its a human." He says, quietly, hurried- but his mother continues to smile.
"I have suspected as much." She states. "Your friend- Park Jimin- is not very good at talking quietly." She snickers, and Jungkook curses under his breath about how he wants to strangle him. Theres a huge weight lifted off of him however; finally having said it, made it very real to him, in a way- even though it was already.
Because, after all; you were wearing his kingdom's sigil around your neck already. He had claimed you.
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He's restless the next time he swims to the shore to meet you again- eager to see you to give you the news of his family's acceptance.
You're late- later than usual, and his brows are furrowed, mood upset at your mannerism. You're usually always on time, always just as eager to see him he thinks- but this time, you're not there. After his anger however, he grows increasingly worried instead. What if something had happened to you instead? Oh what a bad person he would be to be mad at you for getting into an unfortunate situation. As guilt slowly makes his way into his body, claims his muscles, he moves to sit on the stone he usually finds you on. He tries to look around- rain on his skin making it possible to be out way more comfortably.
He spots movement above.
Theres a person he can't make out- throwing something off the cliff down into the sea, and Jungkook clicks his tongue in anger, already upset- but still curious on what it was the person had been so eager to discard. Typically, its tiny things or plastic he finds- but this is something else, he knows.
Underwater, he smells blood.
His pupils contract, eyes widening, as he spots the black bag slowly making its way to the bottom of the sea- red trail leading from it. Its not the blood however that makes him frantic- its the smell of it, of you, that stops his heart.
He gets you out the bag, his anger over the entire situation diminishing into nothing as he holds you close, eyes spotting the deep cut on your side, and the scratches on your face. Unsure where to bring you, he holds you close, brings you onto his back as one of his hands hold yours, your arms around his neck. He swims quickly to the only place he knows you can breathe.
The underwater cave is big enough for now, he thinks, as he brings your body onto the ground, out the water. He doesn't notice he's crying, doesn't quite speak, his native language of clicking sounds and little noises escaping him as he whines out for your attention, waiting for you to wake up somehow. He's been so invested in making you like him and accept him that he's got no idea what to do with a human. Are you cold? How can he warm you up? How does he stop bleeding wounds? How much can you bleed before you die? Are you already dying?
Jungkook doesn't know what to do. So he simply lays by your side, holding you close, in hopes his slightly higher body temperature can keep you warm.
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"He's doing the best he can-" Jimin says, Seokjin next to Taehyung as they both lean over your body. Both witches are concentrated, already exhausted, but there's no way they're giving up on you now. Not only because you're important to Jungkook- but because no one deserves to simply die like this.
"I know, I know!" Jungkook huffs out, pupils turned into cat like slits- a clear sign of the absolute terror and chaos inside of him. "What if they're best isn't good enough? Jimin, I can't loose her, you don't understand-" He starts, but Jimin holds the younger one's shoulders, for the first time serious with him.
"I do." He glances at Taehyung. Jimin had saved Taehyung before as well- the young sea witch having been hit by a fisherman's harpoon years ago. Ever since then, Jimin had been attached to the witch like glue. "Trust me, I really do. And they're doing all they can to make sure she's going to be fine." He promises, and Jungkook nods.
All he can do is pray.
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When you wake up, there's several things you notice.
First, you're alive. Having a raging headache, and your limbs and muscles feel horribly tender, but you're alive. There's also strings of rope tied to two rock formations acting like a clothing line, several blankets and clothes hanging from it. They don't look human-made to you- the fabrics and designs not something you would think of as regular. There's a bucket and several stained rags- now copper-brown with old blood. Its then that you look down, seeing your cut sewed shut.
You also notice its rather soft underneath you.
Its sheepskin laid over seaweed you notice- the whool soft and fluffy, and warm. Everything seems to be so thoughtfully placed, even some decorative items- you can spot fireflies casually sitting in a jar close by, and burned wood, probably to . Probably to make light during the night. You're tired however, so you simply lay down again. Quite honestly, surely you should fee worried about the situation- but then again, there was no one to miss you, no place you called your home anyways. No use in worrying- because deep down, you had your suspicion.
A Jungkook swims to the surface with the plastic box in his arms, he's careful not to throw it too hard onto the ground. As he steps out the water, he's sure to at least try and his his hands of most the water before he goes to check on the blankets he had brought this early morning. They've dried enough, he notices, and is glad about that, as he picks one up.
You don't have to be cold anymore, he thinks.
He's unnaturally careful for his typical character- his usual behavior quite the opposite as it was now. Now, he's making sure you're properly tucked in, as he notices your eyes watching him.
He freezes, for a moment.
Jungkook hasn't really thought much about what would happen if you were to wake up- after all, Seokjin had told him he was unsure if you were to wake up this early in the first place, and Taehyung didn't even know if you would wake up at all. He'd told his younger brother to be prepared for any reaction really; fear, confusion, maybe even anger. But you seem calm, curious even, and Jungkook decides to sit down in front of your face, waiting.
"You brought me here, right?" You ask, and he nods, eyes not leaving your form.
"You-.. hurt." He points to the spot where your wound had been. "Also hurt." His hand points to your head. "Brothers, helped." He informs you, and you smile, nodding at his words. He suddenly looks at the ground, mumbling. "I.. worried. Thought... you, dying." He tells you, and you sit up slowly again, keeping the blanket around your shoulders.
"I'm not dead though." You say, and he nods. "Thank you, Jungkook. Now we're even." You say, and he tilts his head in confusion- a mannerism you could only think of as cute. "I saved you- you saved me." You say, and he smiles, nodding.
"I-" He starts, leaning forward a bit, now way more energetic and lighthearted as before. "I- we-" He growls a little in frustration, and you cant help but giggle at his troubles- the chirps and clicks escaping him foreign- but somehow, they feel hazy, as if your mind knows the language, but has forgotten what it meant. He's trying so hard you notice, and appreciate. "You like here?" He asks, and points around. You nod, and he beams at you. "I made." He tells you, proudly so.
"I guessed as much. Its very thoughtful of you, thank you." You say, and he nods, happy you like what he did for you. Its not a permanent solution, obviously, but as soon as you're healed well enough, he already planned a new spot for you to come with him.
You just don't know it yet.
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There's a weird feeling inside of you.
It's like homesickness, you think. Every time you look at the waters, you feel- sad? It's making you uneasy, and with every day passing by, it just gets worse and worse. But it's today, that you cant take it.
When you dip your legs into the water, it soothes an ache you can't recognize ever having. It helps your skin, it somehow feels as if you're breathing again. But It's not enough, you think- before you let yourself fall into the deep end.
You're floating.
It's like leaving a stuffy and crowded mall, just to stand in a park, fresh air after it had rained, and light breeze clearing your head. Everything is silent, but not at the same time- the water around you feeling as if you're being hugged, held. It makes you relax, makes you let go, makes you only exist for a moment.
You're floating.
And there's a sudden wave of realization that you're also breathing. There's no water in your lungs- or maybe there is, and you just don't feel it being there. Darkness surrounds you as you don't know where you are exactly- theres no telling where is where, no way to know if you're upright or not. Maybe you've died?
Did you drown?
If you did, it would explain Jungkook being there. He's swimming towards you with a face full of worry, as he grabs your wrist and holds you close. "I can't even let you out of my sight for a mere day it seems, my love." He sighs, and your eyes widen. Its almost comedic how his own do the same, focusing on your neck, as he touches.
You're sensitive, and shift away from his touch.
"It-" He starts, now holding your shoulders, as he begins to smile. "It worked! It really did- by the dragon kind, you look absolutely divine!" He laughs, and can't help but hold your hands, eyes roaming your appearance, as you don't quite get it- until you follow his gaze.
Just like him, there's fins now on the sides of your calfs, smaller ones on your ankles as well. Theres also ones decorating your outer forearms- they look like the ones you'd always see on goldfish as a kid. There's something alike to scales as well, but barely noticable. "I- what happened to me?" You ask, and Junkook smiles.
"You.. almost died." He admits, taking your hand and swimming to what you assume is back towards the cave. "You had been robbed during the day, and when I found you.. well, you know what happened." He says. "While you were asleep, we were thinking about what to do. There was no way you would survive as a human- so, a friend of mine- Taehyung- performed a ritual, together with Seokjin, my brother." He says. You finally spot light, glad to be able to have at least some form of orientation. "I'm glad you're adjusting so quickly, my love." He states, smiling at you.
You notice the petname again.
"Jungkook-" You start, as you both reach the cave again, sitting on the edge of where the ground of the cave meets the water. "Why are you.. calling me that?" You ask, and Jungkook seems confused.
"Why do you ask?" He questions. And you don't quite follow, until he continues. "You're my mate- I am only addressing you as such."
Your eyes widen. "Wait- we're-" You start, and its only then that it clicks in Jungkooks head.
"Oh." He says- the dissapointment bitter and evident in his voice. "You.. didn't know?" He asks, and you shake your head, unsure what he means. "I see.." He tells you, suddenly distant. "I.. will bring you breakfast tomorrow.. sleep well." He abruptly says, and before you can say anything, he's already gone.
What just happened?
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"There you are!" A voice says, deeper than Jungkooks, but not unfamiliar. Taehyung had been visiting and bringing you food and nescessities ever since that talk with Jungkook. This time, however, Taehyung seems like he wants to say something. You look at him, silently urging him, and he sits down next to you, sighing.
"Does he hate me?" You ask, quietly, and Taehyung looks sad.
"He could never." He says. "He just.. didn't take the rejection well. He'll need time to come around. It won't take that much time- his mother is already trying to get a new partner for him." He explains, and your head whips around towards him. "I- you.. did reject him, right?" He asks, slowly. "You do.. not love him, right?" He urges again, and you groan suddenly, throwing your face into your hands.
"Oh my god I'm so stupid.." You say. "It all.. everything was so overwhelming, I didn't even notice what he was doing." You cry into your hands, as Taehyungs hand places itself onto your back, trying to soothe you. "I though.. especially after I found out about his status.." You mumble. "How could he want me?" You ask, and Taehyung sighs.
"Head up, little siren." He says. "He's still able to hear you sing, if you want to." He says, and you look at him.
"But how?" You say. "I have no idea where the kingdom, or anything really is. And he won't come see me until its too late." You say.
"Well-" Taehyung says, standing up, and holding out his hand. "-allow me to escort the future princess to her lover."
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"How did you find me?" He simply asks, not turning around, as you float closer. "I'm sorry, but I still need time to.. get over-" He starts, but you don't let him finish, instead leaning into his back, your arms around his middle.
"I'm stupid." You say. "I'm really, really stupid." He shakes his head, but you continue. "Just because I didn't realize- doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you." You say. "I just.. felt unworthy, I guess. Insignificant." You admit, and he turns around, holding your face in his hands.
"You really are not gifted with the mind of the dragons king, my love." He states teasingly, the glimmer in his eyes returning. "My status means nothing to me, if that meant I could not have you." He says, and you lean forward, capturing his lips. "I hope you know what this meant, at least." He teases, and your eyes widen, scared you might've done something wrong. "It means you love me." He says, and you chuckle.
"Good." You say. "Because I do."
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Even though he thinks you looked like a goddess reborn in your white and pearl decorated gown from the wedding, he enjoys you without it, close to him, just as much. He's alive, he's feeling, he's in love, as his hands move over your skin, his senses filled with you and nothing else.
The sounds you make for him are sweeter than any siren's song he's ever heard or could ever sing himself. No member of his kind is as enchanting as you, he decides, as he bites and kisses the sensitive skin of your neck. Jimin had teased him relentlessly the entire evening and night by trying to send you sweet words, to which you didn't react- but that didn't mean that it didn't piss him off.
You were his.
His princess- and soon to be queen, one day.
And he's planning on making that very evident, as he marks up your skin with little bites, visible for everyone to see. He wants everyone to know, even though by tomorrow, the entire Kingdom will celebrate the marriage of its prince anyways. He's more than ready to show you off, to hold you close, to have people see the divine being at his side that's you.
It's only natural for his hands to roam your skin, for his lips to worhip every inch it seems, as you reach out for his hand every second it leaves you. It's painfully endearing he thinks, how you can be so innocent and pure, while he's between your legs, performing the sinful act of pleasuring you with his mouth.
You pull him towards you, as you straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him. He's in god's divine lands he thinks, as he suddenly feels you sinking down on his awaiting length. You fit around him perfectly, more so than he could've ever imagined. And as you both move, he holds you close, happy that here, in his world, he doesn't need to breathe.
He can kiss you as long as he wants.
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(c)Bonny-Kookoo. I spilled strawberry milk on my poor laptop while writing this.
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