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wave2tyun · 3 months

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make your heart stop | ☆

pairing: yeonjun x reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff<3

prompts: - “are you jealous?”

- “you’re blushing”

- “stop looking at me like that”

warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 1.1k

a/n: comforting kitty anon THIS ONE actually goes out to you!!!!😼😼💖 i don't know if you had a chance to see my silly little mishap- i think my brain was just not working properly in the morning asbdhjab i was looking through my old docs trying to find something when the realisation hit and my face dropped.......😭😭

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

you don’t know how, or when, but late-night karaoke with the tubatu boys somehow became a regular friday thing. ordering unreasonably priced alcohol, sharing food, screaming your lungs out as you sang trot songs together- it was possibly the best activity to shake off all the stress accumulated throughout the week.

the owners already recognised you as regulars; every week, they would make sure to have at least one booth free for the six of you, catering to all your needs. it was heaven- and you could barely bring yourselves to leave.

this time though, you ended up parting ways quite early, the reason being beomgyu drinking one can of beer too much, falling down to his knees whenever he tried to take a step. he insisted on singing to you all one last song, despite stumbling over each and every word he said even in casual speech. soobin and taehyun were the ones to carry him out, shily apologising as they exited through the door. meanwhile, kai took videos of the drunken boy, the joy of teasing him in the morning already bubbling up in his chest.

yeonjun, however, remained with you and walked you home. he ended up staying over at your place, as neither the singing nor the alcohol were enough to tire you out. turning on the tv, you decided to end the day by watching a movie together, hoping, that at some point, the two of you would doze off.

slumping onto the couch, you searched for the movie you agreed on as yeonjun took care of preparing the caramel popcorn.

“taehyun killed it tonight” you exclaimed, eyes gleaming as you reminisced the earlier events “like seriously- his voice suits that song even better than the original singer. and that high note at the end? how are his vocal chords even able to do that?”

yeonjun stared at his reflection in the microwave, shifting his focus to the popping sound coming from it rather than your voice. he loved hearing you talk- but now? his left eye was twitching, and he didn’t get why.

a mixture of anger and something he couldn’t quite pinpoint was spreading throughout his chest, starting from the heart, then all the way down to his stomach, creating an almost nauseating feeling. was it jealousy? hm, no. he knew very well himself that his fellow members were great singers, their capabilities were definitely worth praising- he just wished that you’d have paid more attention to the way he, too, sang his heart out in that tiny karaoke room. okay- maybe yeonjun was, indeed, jealous. maybe, just slightly- actually more than slightly, he was quite very jealous.

yeonjun seemed a bit out of it ever since he returned to the living room with the popcorn bowl, his lips were stuck in a pout even while talking or eating. at first, you didn’t give it much thought, assuming that the exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on him.

15 minutes further into the movie, he still had that same absent-minded expression on his face, now combined with a frown. it was clear as day that his attention towards the plot had simply perished, eyes preferring to watch his own fingers fidget with the blanket on his lap.

did you say something out of pocket? it was never your intention to make him feel bad in any way. you backtracked a little bit, thinking about your earlier conversation. you got to your apartment, picked a movie and snacks, then waited for the popcorn to be ready. did you talk about anything else during that time? hm- you scratched your head, trying to concentrate better. then, it was like a lightbulb had been turned on inside your head.

“are you jealous?” you said, almost shouting the question. (how discreet-) the realisation hit you like a truck, and you spoke without thinking. the chances of finding out the truth from him could be close to zero now.

“no” yeonjun was quick to give you the answer you expected. he jolted out of his seat, like a cat taken by surprise. for a second there, he actually wondered whether you were able to hear his thoughts, or whether he had been unknowingly speaking out loud this entire time.

unconvinced, you continued to stare down at him. that ‘no’ was a pitch higher than his usual voice and it was only adding more to your suspicions “i’m not jealous-” he spoke again in that same tone “y/n, come on- stop looking at me like that” he whined, giving your shoulder a slight push as he sat back down on the couch.

“jun? you sure you’re not jealous?” you inched your face closer to his, yeonjun moving his head back at the same time. he was unaware of his surroundings, too focused on keeping some sort of distance. you cupped his cheeks to stop him from slipping away any further, afraid that, at some point, he would fall off the couch. his cheeks were squishy, and you pinched and stretched them like a kid playing with pizza dough. his constant yearning for your attention was becoming -somehow- fulfilled, and he didn't know how to handle it.

as his heart felt close to jumping out of his chest at any given moment, he placed his hands over yours, muttering a quiet “stop that” before breaking eye contact with you.

“you’re blushing” you chuckled, your fingertips brushed against his soft, reddened cheeks. yeonjun wasn’t one to easily get flustered. he wasn’t a great liar either- not in front of you, at least.

“you were sitting too close to me- it was suffocating me” he attempted to defend himself.

“oh?” you tilted your head, as you reduced the gap between the two of you once again, a sly smile tugging at the corner of your lips “since when does me sitting close bother you?” his chest was beginning to raise up and down more rapidly underneath you. yeonjun gulped, the audible sound giving away his sheer nervousness. it didn’t bother him- he liked it. in fact, he was more bothered by the fact that he didn’t have the guts all night to just hold you in his arms.

your tongue darted out to wet your lips, taking away all of his focus. he couldn’t take it anymore- it was getting too much, too overwhelming: the scent of your perfume, the warm breath on his face, the rosy lips sitting just a few centimeters away from his. sighing, he gave in, his hand coming to the back of your neck as he closed the gap that kept on tormenting him. your eyelids fluttered shut, taking in the slow rhythm of his kiss, indulging in the way your lips felt against his.

and once he parted away, he admitted, completely out of breath:

“okay. maybe i was a bit jealous”

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hello-vampire-kitty · 1 year

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Servamp chapter 128 translation "ashes to ashes"

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Oh my God...This chapter...more like, one particular page. I spent days trying to figure out the meaning and I still probably don't understand. Maybe I'll talk about it on the stream for chapter 130 because it might not make sense in writing...

Okay, here are some notes because there were words that had furigana and some of them I couldn't write on the pages.

In this panel the furigana for 思い出全部 (all 'the' memories) is 名前すら (not even names), so based on the first reading, the line can also be translated as "If/When someone dies, not all memories disappear".

Page 29

This one...This is the one I had so much trouble with. Do I understand the lines from the first panel? Probably not. I've tried for days to make sense of them, because I understand that line in different ways. First of all, I can't even say what is "The darkness of someday". Is he referring to himself and the other demons or something else? My God, I broke down this sentence, like "Ok, this seems to be subject, this is the action, but then there's this grammar part...WTF is going on here, what are u saying man?!" 😭 I spent days on that line and like I said, I might try to talk about it on stream because maybe it's better if you hear me explain rather than writing about it. Okay, so there's another thing that has to do with furigana. I didn't write on the page because a word that has furigana only once, appears a few times with its regular reading and that's the word 悪魔 "demon". In the second panel in the speech bubble on the left, ぼくら "we" is the furigana for 悪魔 the rest of the times where the word demons appear, it's only that reading, so I didn't want people to think that InnerKuro's actual word in the last panel could have been something like "We (ぼくら) are in every person".

Page 30.

Here we have the word 感情 "emotions/feelings" with the furigana 　ぼく (first person pronoun "I"), but only in the second, third and fourth panels, the first time where it says "ugly feelings", it's only that reading. Previously on page 28, Kuro said "these helpless and uncontrollable emotions" and given how the word is associated with InnerKuro here, Kuro could have implied "You (InnerKuro/emotions) are also a part of me." InnerKuro's last line sounds weird because he doesn't simply say "I will protect you". きみの一番大切なきみを守るものだ。 Like if I were to translate literally, it would be something like "I will protect your most important/precious you" There's a possessive there and it's きみのきみ It sounds weird and it's possible that Tanaka sensei is fuckin with us because the word きみ "kimi" that usually means "you", there are other words that have the same pronunciation and look at that, there is 気味 and looking in the dictionary, its synonymous with 感情 "emotions/feelings". I hope that the way I translated makes sense... Last page.

The sentence is here is also weird like the previous one and it needs explaining. I tried my best to convey it's meaning. 親愛なる and 愛をこめて are phrases that can be used when writing letters for example, the first part can be "Dear" (friend or whoever you're addressing) and the last part is "with love/affection" 親愛なるすべてのきみへ、愛をこめて。

The weird part about the sentence is すべてのきみ again we have きみ which means "you" and the phrase translates as "all of you" and you can see how I tried to translated in such a way to make it clear that it's only about one person, because saying "all of you", could be interpreted that it's about more people. The phrase is saying something like "your whole being/ all that makes you" So, the way I translated might sound weird but hopefully I managed to convey the meaning.

#servamp #chapter 128 #my translation

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signedeclipse · 1 year

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Hi Eclipse, I wanted to know your emergency requests are open? if so I would like to ask for one 👉🏻👈🏻 see, recently I started working and studying at the same time and I feel so exhausted, stressed and just want to cry so I would like a Fem reader x Gyutaro one-shot (modern au human gyutaro), she comes home after a long and stressful day at work, she just wants to cry so Gyutaro decides to make her feel better and relaxed with a night of slow, passionate and loving sex for her to de-stress. I would greatly appreciate it! I'm so glad you're back, I missed you so much 💖🤧😭

Hard Work [Gyutaro X Reader]

Reader is Human Female | Modern

Recomended Song - Take My Breath Away by Berlin

Recently, it had begun to feel like your life was on loop. Waking up at an ungodly hour in the morning, barely time to make a simple breakfast before speeding out the door for another painfully infinite-seeming shift. Even as you got home, there were still house chores to complete before you collapsed into bed from sheer exhaustion.

One of your coworkers had quit without any notice, and with no one to fill in their shoes, it fell on you to complete all the work they hadn’t done. Of course, the pay was looking great on top of all the bonuses, so you took it up, but it felt like there was no end in sight as the manager struggled to find a new candidate to fill the old one's position.

But today, even more so, after your supervisor snapped at you for taking too long on your break. The night before, you had actually gone out of your way to make a proper meal and were savouring it in the break room when they barged in, screaming about how it was no wonder you were so behind.

You kept your smile up then, even though twitches of a frown and the watering of your eyes, even through the rest of your shift and the trip home, but once that door locked behind you, the waterworks snapped into overtime.

Tears slipped out like a never-ending gush of emotions, throwing your shoes aside as opposed to how you used to stack them neatly.

From the living room couch, the usual man that greeted you peered over in concern before hurriedly shoving himself from his seat. You couldn’t see his face through the tears, but it was one of extreme worry. He enveloped you in his arms before your knees broke from under you, quickly finding you a comfortable spot where he once sat and letting you cry it out.

“Hey, hey, shh…” He cooed after clearing his throat from having not spoken all day, trying to get you through it despite his confusion.

“I-I’m so so s-” you could barely breathe through your speech, having to cut off as another round of sobs came through, the usually laid-back man holding you for dear life, hoping some kind of comfort might help. It soothed his worries when you hugged back, clinging to his loose sweater.

“It’s okay; it’s all okay!” It wasn’t much, but he lifted your head and used the sleeves of his sweater to wipe, away the tears, and it started to calm, carefully blowing on your face to cool you off and help dry any tears. Both his hands cupped your cheeks now, holding you so close to him with your legs thrown over his lap. He had taken your weight against him to keep you sat up, but he found it highly comfortable.

From then on, he waited for your breath to slow to a far more healthy pace, kissing your cheek when you seemed to come back to.

“God, thank you, Gyu.” Even though slight, your smile brought his grin back to his face, holding you tightly once more as he began to rock you gently back and forth in his arms.

“Anything for my favourite girl. You’re safe now.” He continued to leave kisses from your cheek to your forehead, followed by your nose and lips. He hadn't realized, but his heart had raced just at hearing you cry, and he felt much more at ease now that you were, too.

A small laugh bubbled up from your throat, enjoying the nickname and the silliness of seeing how he was quite literally babying you at the moment- even more so at the idea that it had worked, before giving him a quick peck back on his lips. The longer he held you in his grasp, the more you seemed to melt into his arms, sighing at the feeling of bones cracking back into place and your muscles de-stressing.

The show playing on the tv filled the air with something other than your breaths, Gyutaro dipping his head into the nook of your neck to leave even more of his sloppy kisses all over your neck, teasing giggles out of you at the ticklish feeling. A blush climbed to your cheeks, hands clinging to his sweater harder than before. The cry felt terrific, but Gyutaro’s comfort was even more so.

You gasped when he bit down lightly, teasing your fragile flesh between his teeth before letting go, meeting back at your face to admire the blush growing along with his smile. Normally he’d act a lot cockier, but something in his eyes held a softness you saw only in glimpses.

“Please, darling, let me take real good care of you.” He was practically begging with those eyes that tested your own, soaking in the feeling of being one of the luckiest men alive to be holding this beautiful, talented girl in his arms. Your nod didn’t take too long to follow after.

Cautiously, he stood up from the couch with you in his arms like a bride on her honeymoon.

The walk back to your shared room was filled with bubbly kisses that he greedily stole every chance he got, dropping you onto the comforter of the bed with a soft ‘oomph’ from the impact. It was a welcoming feeling on the ache of your back from having worked all day, being able to get off your feet and relax finally.

You could see tufts of green and black hair peek from the edge of the bed as hands skillfully pulled off your bottoms, and crouched down to pull off your socks, too. As he raised back into view, his cold hands traced from your ankles up to your thighs with a feather softness that sent shivers through your body. In a swift movement, he pulled his hoodie up and over his head, leaving him in only a loose black graphic tee and his gray sweatpants.

His grin returned so quickly, admiring the eye candy laid out before him. You looked so comfortable, and it helped him to know he was able to do something to get you to relax and ,most importantly, forget.

He raised one knee onto the edge of the bed, followed by another so he could safely straddle you. Both hands moved under your arms and pulled you further up onto the bed, so your legs no longer dangled off the edge, trapped in loose sheets and his towering figure above your own.

You had been so kind to remove your top from him, leaving only your undergarments which wouldn’t last very long around your lover. He tended to be rough, ripping through most clothes, but today he had quite a bit of mercy left in him.

The palm of his right hand happily roamed from your arms to your waist, holding you into the bed as the other made itself home on your left thigh, dipping inwards to gently brush two fingers against the fabric of your underwear, moving over your clit and down between your folds until the fabric creased, leaving a sharp outline of what hid below. He was desperate, and so were you, but he would give up anything to ensure you were damned well taken care of.

It didn’t stop there; the two fingers making their way down quickly drew back up, tugging the fabric up in the other direction before hovering over your clit, feathering slow circles into it before moving back up and down through your clothed folds, feeling every twitch and squirm at the subtle arousement.

“Gyu…” You whispered his name so nicely, encouraging him at the enjoyable sensation that slowly pooled heat from your body, shaky breaths following through as his touch went a little deeper, pushing a little harder to keep the friction building, to keep you needing. His hand holding you down moved up, gently squeezing one of your breasts through your bra, earning a teasing whine from your throat.

He was playful, terribly so, but that's what got you going.

As if he could sense your overwhelming need, the free hand moved back down and hooked onto one side of your panties, his other hand moving up and leaving you touch-starved to help remove the item, tossing it aside carelessly.

When he dipped his fingers back against your clit he could feel the heat radiating from your body, a welcoming sensation to him but shocking when his cold fingers pushed against the sensitive bud, earning a gasp.

“Sorry,” despite his apology, he smiled cheerfully at the satisfying noises that would escape you when he caught you off guard. He had lowered himself enough to keep your legs apart since he sat between them, giving him the perfect vantage point to slip one finger into your pussy, swallowed easily after all that teasing. His other hand pulled you down by the hip to keep you still, but that didn’t stop your hands from instinctively grabbing onto his wrist and gripping the sheets.

Your strength was nothing compared to his own, so he kept pumping the finger in and out until it went easily, slipping in another that he would occasionally press up against your walls, making sure you’d be able to handle him when the time came.

It almost surprised him how slick you got his fingers; he could feel his cock getting stiff, pulling the band of the sweatpants down so it could comfortably sit, increasing his pace with his fingers to enjoy the wet sounds that escaped both your pussy and your lips with small moans and little begs.

“Are we feeling ready, princess?” His pace slowed so he could look up and meet your eyes, enjoying your lovely red face that refused to make eye contact.

“Yes, Gyu! Please.” Normally you’d beat around the bush, but today it seemed enough was enough. The way he had been handling you was to die for, and resisting just wasn’t worth it.

The boy nodded, leaning forwards to offer a kiss on your cheek, cock brushing up between your folds as he did so, which easily sent another spiralling blush on both your face and ears now, making him chuckle.

His own cheeks had blushed a rosy pink after the nice feeling of your wetness mixing with the pre cum dripping from his stiff cock, terribly in need from all the ways you made his heart jump. With permission and the addition of lube, he had warmed using his hands; everything was all set for him to spoil his favourite girl.

He got comfortable between your legs, faces inches apart, as he gazed down to make sure he was getting settled in the right spot. First, he pushed it through your folds and brushed the tip against your clit just to get a reaction before pressing it into your entrance, which satisfyingly slipped in.

A grunt escaped his lips at the feeling, closing his eyes so he could focus on the feeling of ecstasy your pretty little body gave him.

Even your panting made it worse as he started off slow, rocking an inch back and forth before adding another, keeping the pace up to make sure you took it all in at your own comfort, up until he was fully snug in you, giving it a couple of gentle rocks while keeping your expression in mind.

And god did you look happy, as if minutes ago you hadn’t been crying; you were now all snug and clinging to him for dear life.

With one last breath, he started to thrust in and out at a comfortable speed, watching you bounce up and down in the sheets as your breath started to sync with the thrusts. Soft and meek moans were blessings to his ears as he continued to push forwards, speeding up the pace whenever you’d try to push down. To keep you from helping he got his arms closer, making sure you were pinned in place to enjoy being taken care of.

“I love you so, so much~” His voice was low and whispery, moving in to leave butterfly kisses along your neck, enjoying how one of your hands had moved to play with any loose strands of hair. It was almost as if you were scared it was a dream, how you stared into him lovingly, how you moaned almost in question. He never doubted that he had lucked out to have you around him like this, to have you wanting him.

It seemed you tried to repeat it back, but just to mess with you, he quickened his pace, the sound of his hips meeting yours mixing with the panting and pleading. Your bodies were pressed together as he leaned in closer, feeling your every rise and fall of your stomach, how you frotted against him with his heavier thrusts and clung to the fabric of his shirt as if it would save you from the overwhelming feeling.

The man could only hold himself together for so long, coordinated thrusts becoming sloppier whenever your walls would tighten around him, grunts becoming frequent as the drawn-out foreplay seemed to have an effect on his performance today. He could tell you were beginning to tire out as well, words becoming slurries of his name and the word ‘please’.

In what was mostly a last-ditch effort, he gave a couple of rougher thrusts before coming undone the moment your walls gave a final, tight squeeze, accepting the fruits of your combined work as his cum spilled half into you and half on his sweater that he had put under your waist to keep from the bed. He hadn’t even realized he had pulled you into a kiss until it broke, each of you painting until you could catch your breath.

“I love you too, Gyu…” While minutes later, he appreciated that you didn’t leave him hanging, giving a quick peck to your nose before collapsing beside you in the bed, happily snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“I’ll clean you up in a bit, princess, but how about a quick snuggle?” His voice was hoarser than usual after all the heavy breathing, and part of him knew that you’d both likely fall asleep before he actually did that, but it was the idea that counted.

Besides, a nice morning bath sounded like a great idea. He’ll call in sick for you tomorrow.

Author Note - I understand how stressful it can be with both studies and a job! I've been doing it too and trust me when I say you are doing a great job and making everyone proud! Especially me, I know what you are going through and applaud you for keeping it up <3 Thank you for requesting!

Word Count - 2,417

Art Credit - 蕾一

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