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412foryou · 2 months

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The last one.

“bless your heart, make you part of my life forever. and always.”

₊˚ pairing– sunwoo x gn!reader

₊˚ genre– hurt/comfort, fluff, friends to lovers.

₊˚ overview– sunwoo comforts you after an unpleasant event. you go for a drive in his car, in the sunset. a confession at the beach. kissing.

₊˚ word count– 3k

₊˚ warnings– depictions of feelings of anxiety/social anxiety and loneliness; self-conscious, depressive thoughts.

₊˚ notes– I'm finally giving this a try! I'm super excited to write on here!! the beautiful pictures sunwoo posted on ig made me think of the idea for this fic. I got inspired to write it while I was feeling really down myself, and even though it's pretty specific, I felt like I could share it here, in hopes that this might comfort anyone else who needs it. it took me a week to finish this, but I enjoyed every moment of it. note that this is my first fic in a while, so please be kind. I'd love to hear what you think about it!! and btw! stuff in italics is for the reader's thoughts.

like & reblog if you enjoy please <3

♪₊˚ song— tejano blue by cigarettes after s*x.

it's so loud.

you can hear the noisy chatter of the people in your group, bantering and laughing out loud.

what are they laughing so much about? are they laughing about.. about me?

you sink in your seat, hands in pockets, body slumping even more than before, aiming to merge with the chair. your eyebrows set low, unknowingly glaring at the group.

"hey, you okay?" one of them calls out, making you perk up, but you know it isn't a genuine question, so you lower your eyes, nodding briefly.

a scoff. "it's no use talking to them, they're not gonna answer you." another voice retorts, clearly tipsy. you try to pay it no mind.

it was fine before, they didn't care much. why now?

but before you can come up with an answer to your own question, your thoughts are interrupted with laughter, even louder this time.

they're laughing at me.

the discomfort that gradually began setting in since you first stepped into the building, was about to overflow. so you go to stand up and leave, while your mind imagines the remarks they could be throwing at you.

"leaving already? so boring."

"they're so weird"

"wow, that's one scary kid."

"not worth our time."

"yeah, you better leave."

real or not, it didn't make much of a difference for you. you still cared, it still bothered you, no matter how miserable that might sound. the non-spoken words sharp and piercing, biting at your skin. you brushed both of your arms up and down roughly to rid your mind of the thoughts.

it burns.

so much for trying to socialize.

you awkwardly squeeze through people crowded in groups outside, keeping your eyes on the ground, paying no mind to where you're headed.

you just need to get away from there, as far as possible, and quickly. you don't even check your surroundings, as your legs seem to be taking charge right now, shaking but not able to stop moving ahead.

I'm so embarrassing. I'm just so...

you're continuously reminded of what happened at the bar, the image seemingly stuck in your brain. the mocking laughter replaying over and over, taunting you, leaving no choice but to think about it.

why can't I just do it the way they can, what is wrong with me?

they all seem to like it.

why doesn't it come naturally to me too?

why do I have to force myself?

you walk with your head down, trying to hold in your tears. you knew this wouldn't end well, you didn't expect anything from it, and yet,

I'm pathetic. I'm disgusting. and I'm miserable.

I knew this wasn't a good idea, why did I even..

they all probably hate me now. the way I am.

I feel so sorry for myself-

there's a halt in you thoughts, as in your steps. you notice you've bumped shoulders with someone.

wait- what am I doing, where am I?

you frantically take a look around, only to find yourself in an unfamiliar place, yet again, the anxiety sets in. you have no way of telling where you are.

the sun will set soon, too. shit-

you walk around in hopes to find a way to get back to your place, maybe think of something. but, you remember-

sunwoo has my location! yes. he'll help.

you mentally thank yourself for thinking of that, taking your phone out to text your friend.

"changed my mind, come get me."

the reply is almost instantaneous, as it always is whenever it's sunwoo you're texting.

"be there in 10. stay where you are."

a sigh of relief escapes through your lips, your shoulders feeling lighter, knowing you'll be on your way soon. but you still need to-

I have to go back to that place.

reluctantly making your way back to the bar, you linger nearby, just so sunwoo can find you, but not close enough to be spotted by anyone else. pulling your hood up, you put your hands in your pockets, shifting back and forth, unable to stay still.

it's fine. it's alright now. it's over. he'll be here soon. I'm okay..

letting a big puff of air out, you try to steady your stance, your breath shaky. you lean your elbows on the railing in front of some shop, as the light from inside gives you shelter from the darkness of the street.

I wish I didn't have to be like this.

you tuck your head into your arms.

this always happens, I don't know why I thought this time would be different.

I should've never come.

I'm shameful.

I'm ashamed!

regardless of your efforts to hold back, you still feel a single stubborn tear touch your skin, staining your sleeves. a sniffle. you can't be crying like this outside,

but I've already embarrassed myself anyway.

another involuntary sniffle, and a tear on the other side of your face. it's gotten colder. a warm hand on your shoulder.

frightened, your head springs up, your eyes frantically searching for the person the hand belongs to. your body slackens in his grip. thank god. the hand on your shoulder moves to stroke your back.

"I'm here." a gentle smile.

you feel the tear streaks drying on the sides of your face in the light breeze as you look back at sunwoo. you're so drained that you feel as though you've lost the ability to form words, so you can only hope your eyes are able to relay your thoughts to him.

I'm exhausted.

sunwoo's gaze shifts between your eyes trying to gauge anything that hints at your mood. his other hand comes up to wipe your cheekbone. and it stays there, holding the side of your face.

a quiet gasp. "you're freezing! I should've been quicker. I'm sorry." he retracts his hand on your cheek. the one still on your back guides you in a certain direction, your body completely relaxed and yielding in his hold. you're safe now, sunwoo knows what to do. you know to trust him.

before you know it you feel warm again. even though the roof of sunwoo's cabriolet is folded, even though it's even colder now, even though the breeze blows rougher. the warmth seems to be spreading from within, a feeling, your heartbeat slow and steady. sunwoo buckles your seatbelt for you and closes the door.

don't go.

he rounds the vehicle to get in his seat on the other side. you knew he wouldn't leave, but

still..

"I'll pull the roof back up in a minute." he has taken off his jacket and it's now spread over your lap. "I didn't know it'd get this cold, should've thought to fix it before coming to get you." he halts his movements when he feels your hand on his arm.

I want to feel the breeze.

"you want me to leave it?" a mild nod from you, eyes downturned. he gazes back at you, eyebrows furrowed. "okay... but put the jacket on properly, the breeze is strong."

when you don't make a move to comply as he instructed, he leans over and carefully adjusts the jacket so that it covers more of you, giving you a sliver of a smile.

soon enough the blow of the wind picks up as sunwoo starts driving. you lean your head back, resting it on the headrest. the bitter gusts of wind crash into your face, turning it red, keeping you awake. you can feel the frigid air burning your skin, soothing your body. your eyelids drop to focus on the feeling as you take in a deep breath.

that feels nice.

I can breathe again.

you open your eyes and look out the window. the city lights are harsh and bright, dazzling you, making you squint, your view of them softening.

"are you cold?" asks sunwoo in a low voice. yes. but it feels good. slowly tilting your head, you face him, beyond him a glimpse of the beach.

your gaze fixes on sunwoo, eyes listless. only now taking notice of his appearance. laid back in the seat, his arm rests on the door, the other one gripping the wheel. arms bare, your eyes linger. soon enough they shift to look at his dark hair flying around with the wind. thick eyebrows set firm in concentration. eyes half lidded, but alert. you can still see the restlessness in them. he keeps stealing sideway glances at you, eager to grasp your thoughts. you pay it no mind, because..

he's so beautiful.

and most of all, his skin is glowing golden even in the dark, now illuminated scarlet as you stop at a red light. he turns his head toward you "hmm?"

ah,

you forgot he'd asked a question. that snaps you out of your dazed state effectively. blinking rapidly to rid your eyes of the haze.

shit, I got distracted.

clearing your throat, your voice raspy, "sorry. no, I'm not cold." you fidget with the sleeves of your hoodie. you hear him sigh softly. he's facing ahead again, the light green. "you.. okay?" you can hear the concern in his voice and your heart swells.

"yeah, I'm good." averting your eyes from his face, feeling sheepish.

your response doesn't seem to ease his worry, "you can talk to me, you know I don't mind. I'll listen." his words so gentle, you barely hear them.

he's so kind to me.

your eyes shift to your lap. sunwoo's jacket has slid down, and you can see your fingers picking at the skin on your hands.

why... does he treat me like this?

when other people seem to have given up on me completely?

he's too kind.

"I..." you try to form an intelligible sentence. an exhale- "I'm alright. I'm just fine.. if you're with me." you try not to look over at him. "everything sort of.. feels okay when you're here." you breathe deep, in and out. voice trembling. "I just want you to know that.. I'm thankful- for everything you do for me. even though, I don't get why you do this... I know I can be... difficult. to understand, and to talk to most of the time. I guess I'm grateful that you try. and that you've kept me with you despite.. that, I don't give anything in return. and I'm sorry." you trail off, tears welling in your eyes. "anyway, just thank you." you finish with a sniffle.

sunwoo is quiet. you're too afraid to meet eyes with him, so you keep your head down.

why isn't he saying anything?

did I make him uncomfortable?

you wipe your nose with a sleeve. another awkward sniff.

should've just stayed quiet. it wasn't even that serious..

I'm sorry for being like this.

however, before your mind can make your grey thoughts into a whirlpool and suck you in, you see colors seep into the darkness. you look up in surprise and find the source. the now setting sun seems to be casting the purple-pink light on the waves just before you.

"it has never once felt like that to me." you turn your head, the beams reaching his face too, making you stare. he's looking ahead.

"our.. friendship. I have never thought of it as a chore, a challenge- maybe. because we're so different from each other, there's a lot to consider. but.." he shakes his head, lowering it, "oh my god- I always thought of this-" he gestures between the two of you. "as something precious, something I needed to protect. if anything, it felt like it was you keeping me close." he brings his head back up but still doesn't glance your way.

...what?

eyebrows furrowed in deep confusion you question, "you.. but, why? there's nothing I have to offer, I mean.." he brings his head back up, concern evident in the way he looks at you. you avoid his eyes, bashful. "you're.. you're so ordinary. you know.. you can befriend anyone, do anything you want.. you're likable, and I don't know.. I'm- I'm just me. and I can barely take being alive, at least..." you sigh shakily, it's so hard to talk about this. "but that was before, now I don't think it's all that bad. and it's all because you came into my life." you didn't even notice you'd started to cry, until you felt sunwoo's thumb on your face, wiping the tears away. you let him, eyes glazed over.

he makes this even more difficult than it already is.

he retracts his hand. you shift your eyes once more. "you know, whenever I think of myself, I'm always out of place. nothing comes naturally to me, like it does with others, and it- it's so frustrating... it's lonely. and it makes me hate myself. but.. weirdly enough, all it took for me to feel at least a little bit normal, was one person who understood me. who listened to me. you're my link to the rest of the world, the only thing that keeps my feet on the ground. I- I really don't know where I would be right now, if you weren't by my side." you feel more silent tears escape.

my whole existence is disgraceful.

but I don't regret this, he has to know how much he means to me.

"I know it's selfish as well, that I wish for you to stay here forever. but.. truly, you're the sole good thing in my life." you've never felt so exposed and vulnerable before, putting your heart on display, right in front of sunwoo.

"it isn't, selfish- I mean." he catches you off guard, so you turn to look. you notice colors dimming on his face, the sunset imminent. he's got a warm expression on his face, one full of tenderness. "well if it is, then I must be selfish too. because I can never imagine my life without you in it either." he leans over, resting his elbow on the armrest in-between your seats. "it honestly breaks my heart that you think that way about yourself, I wish I could take those feelings away from you.." he reaches over with his other hand and takes your hood off. "I don't know how much I'll be able to help, but I can promise that I'll always try to. I'll be here, whenever you need me." his gaze shifts to the top of your head briefly, patting your hair into place. "and I need you with me, just as much. so, don't ever think like that, okay?"

you should've known better than to doubt sunwoo's feelings. he's the one that gets you, even if no words are exchanged. of course, he'd understand. he always has. but.. it's hard to focus on that, when he's just

he's so close.

your heartbeat picks up, alerting you of the proximity between your faces. you can feel the heat of sunwoo's breath on your ice cold face, as you try to keep your own even. try to keep your mind clear, aware.

oh god...

he eyes your lips for a moment, and you can hear it in his slightly quickened breaths-

he feels it too.

your eyes lock, and you feel like you're going insane. with the way he's looking at you, gaze filled with longing. with the way his hand's still resting in your hair. with the way your heart just can't seem to calm. with the way your faces have frozen into place, neither moving an inch to break the distance. it all makes you want to..

I desperately want to kiss him.

"I want to kiss you." you're not even sure who asked the question, because it was whispered, and because you're too tired to make sense of anything. "...can I?" oh, it was him, after all. his voice so soft, but breathy- rushed with desire.

please.

instead of answering, you pull him in by the back of his head, rushing to connect your lips. your eagerness visible in the intensity of the kiss. this stuns sunwoo for a brief second, but he meets your lips and steadies the kiss, slowing you down.

..finally.

he holds you by the jaw. your lips moving in sync, almost naturally. you pull at his hair. you can feel him smiling into the kiss.

he's driving me crazy.

the kiss can't last forever, you have to pull away to take a breath. you can feel the dissatisfaction in the way sunwoo whines lowly. it pleases you, to know he yearns for you the same way you do, for him.

I can't believe we just kissed.

your faces remain close still, seemingly unable to pull apart, now that you've connected. the sound of your heavy breaths and the waves crashing, the only thing to be heard. you wait for each other to regain oxygen back in your lungs. sunwoo's cheeks are flushed cherry, but you're sure yours are worse.

I can't believe I just kissed sunwoo.

he holds your cheek in his palm now, thumb stroking the blush on it, gaze filled with adoration.

is this really happening?

sunwoo's half lidded eyes are relentless in raking over your face, noticing every detail, staring. but it isn't uncomfortable, you don't feel self-conscious. you feel seen.

"you're beautiful." he confesses with care.

he likes me.

he finds me beautiful.

his bold words don't make you question their genuineness. you feel confident in the way you look from his point of view, you know you're beautiful, because he sees it.

tightening your grip on his hair, pulling a strand, you look at his swollen mouth "you have no idea, how long I've waited for this." he ducks his head, smiling shyly. ...he's so.. cute.

bringing both of your hands together, you cup his flushed face.

pretty.

you take a moment to study him. he lets you. after a few moments of silence, he whispers "me too. I've longed for you.. without even realizing." he's a bit hesitant in his words, avoiding your gaze. you didn't know shy sunwoo would come as a punch to your heart, making your affection for him grow.

so adorable.

smiling softly, you lean in to taste his lips once more. this time you make sure to go slow and sunwoo melts into the kiss. he moves his lips according to your pace, kissing you back tenderly. you feel content in his presence, his lips touching yours, comfortable and familiar.

I feel so... warm.

you gently lift your lips from his, but stay near, foreheads joined together. you can feel the breeze biting. your mind screams at you, begging, to connect your mouth back with his again. sunwoo's low breaths grazing your lips not helping the case.

I miss his touch.

the side of his mouth upturned, as if reading your mind, sunwoo briefly brushes your lips with his plump ones.

I need more.

but brief isn't enough. you yearn for him, his touch in the way that wouldn't be sated with a momentary peck. a noise of frustration leaves your lips, and he catches on, finding your impatience cute.

a chuckle. his lips back on yours.

perfect.

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fandomwritingbit · 11 months

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william afton x afab reader x henry emily

A/n: I have no idea what this is. Pure horny weirdness ig, just uh... enjoy?

Warnings: swearing, smut, voyeurism and inappropriate relationships

It was that time of day where Henry found no choice but to go and interact with his co-worker, he had a plastic wallet thick with documents that he’d wanted to see, something about monitoring stock after a big party. To be honest, Henry didn’t really see the point, the accountant could do it when they come in on Fridays, but hell, keep the peace. He took himself across the building and down the maintenance corridor which housed William at the end of it. But the second he stepped in and the staff-only door closed behind him, he was greeted with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and he stood for a moment in sheer disbelief.

He finally moved closer to William’s office, the sounds more apparent and lewder, the desperate moaning from you coupled with the wet sounds of William using your cunt. Then it struck him who you are. You, the relatively new day security guard. He liked you because you’re sweet and very capable, and yes, gorgeous; and at hearing your intimate noises and sighs he found himself rock hard under his trousers. His eyes widened in panic, he couldn’t see why he didn’t just walk away and come back later but God, he was throbbing, the image of your pretty body underneath him was too fucking good.

Hating himself the moment he thinks of it, Henry peeks his head around the corner to see Will’s back, mercifully still dressed, and your legs wrapped around his waist. He can’t take his eyes off the spectacle, your scratches on his shoulders and knee hooking him in, he’s suddenly overcome with a wave of pungent jealousy. He tears himself away and collapses against the wall outside the office, just obscured by the door frame, his cock prominent and visibly erect through the fabric. And he falls victim to your mewls and begins stroking himself, hopeful that the ruffling of his clothes as he freed himself wouldn’t give him away.

It felt gross, but only for a few seconds as he lost himself in the idea of fucking you himself and feeling of his cock in his hand. He matches his pace to your moans, trying to block out the sounds of his co-worker, and only half succeeding. Thrusting his dick into his hand with the picture of the two of you at the forefront of his mind, trying to keep himself quiet.

“Fuck, Will.” you half-squeal half-laugh as he pushes your back flat against the desk you’re being pounded on, pulling on his arms to get him closer to you. “God, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop. Please...” His cock fit so well inside you, stretching you open and repeatedly hitting that spot inside you that made you crumble.

You do, clamping down around him in the most perfectly tight way. “You dirty fucking girl. You gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours? Huh?” The rasp in his voice makes you shiver.

“Noooo,” you whine, not letting him pull out of you. “Inside, Will. I want it inside.” you squeal again as he ruts into you harder, his pace staggering as he gets closer.

Your words were now etched into Henry's mind, you asked for him inside, hell, near begged for it. You still were, though it became more and more incoherent. He couldn’t believe how filthy that was, how that came from you and not some video on his phone. At your moaning he came, not having thought it through at all, releasing his load on the tilled floor, having to bite his arm to stop any sounds escaping.

When he gained enough sense about him to fix himself, Henry put himself away and dabbed at some sweat coating his brow, still swimming in the high. He ignored the urge to flee back to his own office, instead listening to hear the aftermath of your activity.

“You are absolute filth, my dear. Really going to finish your shift like that?” You grin, letting his cum seep out of you, still sat with your legs spread on his desk. Henry could only dream of the sight.

“Why, is it distracting?” From out the door Henry can hear William chuckling, followed by the sound of you hopping off the desk. Your boss watches you shimmy your knickers back up your legs, only half catching his release and your slick, then your skirt which you smooth down even though it did nothing to make you look more presentable.

You go to move past your boss, your make up smudged. “Get yourself here after hours.” He speaks into your ear, as you walk out the door, slapping your arse when you pass him, a smirk on his face.

As you opened the door, Henry did his best to make it look like he’d just arrived, in the traditional sense and not the way he had, giving you a polite smile without meeting your eyes.

“Oh hey, Mr Emily.” you say, taking a moment to look at him, “You alright?”

His breath hitched at your question, but you didn’t quite realise why. You must be too fucked out. “Yes, uh fine.” He manages, internally willing you to just walk away. You do, smiling at him in your usual friendly way like he didn’t just hear you ask your boss to fill you up.

“Henry...” Will emerged himself, his tie undone. He raises his hands, presenting his palms, speaking jokingly, “I can explain.”

He sighs, “Yeah, I’ll bet.” His sarcastic tone and the look on his face told William more that he would have liked.

His head fell back in laughter, “You heard then?” When Henry’s face didn’t change, he just laughed again taking a minute to curb it before finally asking, “What are you here for, Henry?” though the grin remained.

“I have the inventory documents you wanted, after the big party.” He says dryly, eager to end this conversation and avoid more gloating, because his jealousy was evident, as was the proof of his activity still on the floor.

Henry is faced with a look of boredom from Will that pretty much mirrored his own expression. “Just leave it on my d- actually, not the desk. The uh filling cabinet, leave it there. I need a piss and a smoke.” He moved past Henry, adjusting his tie as he walked away.

About half a pace from where he left his co-worker stood, he slips, his heel catching the mess Henry had left on the floor. It was only brief, but enough to make him look down at the stickiness on his shoe in disgust, though fortunately to Henry he didn’t catch on.

“And get a fucking cleaner in here, shit.”

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not-goldy · 10 months

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Dear Goldy - Not - Goldy, I didn't want to disturb you, but you are probably the only person whose opinion I would like to know about JK's TIK TOK account. When Jung Kook deleted his IG account, I was shocked, I admit. I thought: this man is wonderfully unpredictable, uncompromising.

I enthusiastically told my friend about it, leaving out all the context, just the fact that a BTS guy deleted an account that had over 40 million followers. A friend who works in marketing immediately said "they must have told him". Literally: agency. I was outraged. After some time, information appeared in SM that the head of tik tok invites JK to tik tok. I was hoping it was just a joke. and yet not. Shouldn't we consider it likely that the JK's rebel image is a marketing ploy? And that someone taught from a teenager to follow the expectations of others will do it, because the rebellion gene would be nipped in the bud?

"They must have told him- to delete his IG you mean?

Jeon Jungkook was told to delete his Instagram and he did??? Scratching my head on that really. By that i disagree with that assertion. Why would they ask him to delete his IG and not ask the members to delete theirs too?

So he can promote tiktok instead is that it??? Or that's not what you implying with the whole he went to see tiktok big brains part??? If that's the argument, then I recall Instagram messaging him too asking him if he needed assistance restoring his account🤷🏾

He's a huge brand and these platforms want him that's for facts. I wager they'd want to pay hefty commissions to him to keep him on there- but the fact that this was his burner account and not his official account kinda means he sneaked under company and tiktok noses.

He probably doesn't want the attention. His eye 👁 pfp reminds me of my header- it also reminds me of his eye tattoo. Weird.

It's not at all surprising he has a secret tiktok account. We've always said they are among us on secret accounts, engaging with us, seeing, reading and hearing everything. They did it with Twitter, IG, YT, Tiktok, Tumblr- wherever there's army there's BTS. They are watching.

So I wouldn't want to read too much into this or treat it as some conspiracy theory out there- but that's me. I could be wrong so to each their own.

But really what does the company stand to gain from him deleting his IG and losing all that followers. Some people have 1m followers and do you know how much money that translates into for them????

Platforms like IG is often negotiated as part of their brand deals. Brands are not only paying you to use your face and image to promote their Brands, they pay these celebs EXTRA cash to post branded content on their personal platforms.

Jungkook is the only member who hasn't monetized his platform. He is on tiktok yes, but it isn't monetized. I think he enjoys his freedom too much. He deleted ig because he said there was no point in having it if he couldn't do whatever he wanted with it- if I recall correctly. And he said he has no intentions of going back there. He keeps saying that in spite of the financial opportunities that exist on there for him- and remember this is the same dude who risked lawsuits to promote his brother's brand. You'd think a platform such as IG would come in handy if he wants to help himself and others as well.

His rebellious image as a marketing ploy- at this point I squint in confusion. A ploy means its fake and not at all real. Well, it's a marketing ploy if the year is 2009 and Jungkook can't see past Namjoon's thick thighs to stay in the group lol.

Personally I think his "rebellious image" if we should call it that, is not at act. He is in fact strong willed and assertive. The rebelliousness it stems from a lot of things- Namjoon mentioned he went through a teenage rebellious phase which i think is very much normal. Sometimes he becomes rebellious if his values conflict with others. Eg if hybe and the brands' policies conflicts with his personal values. It's not all an act, or persona or marketing- it's him unable to conform his values unto theirs and reconcile those. He has said this over and over. Remember how he said he went with Calvin Klein because their values matched his? They probably aren't breathing down his neck and threatening to cut ties with him if he breaks his family friendly image or gets involved in a scandal. These companies can be so brutal.

He is not a sell out. He stays true to himself always and he's being driven by a strong inner sense of self and a strong moral compass.

He would go with the company's plans and strategies if he thinks it suits him or if he wants to do it. If he don't then he won't- no one can mke him do what he don't like. It's that simple.

the only way he would do something he doesn't want to do is if it's for love i'd assume or if he were contractually obligated to do so.

There's also a recurring theme with him which is that HE IS A FREE BIRD can't cage him, won't tame him, he does and will do whatever he damn pleases. That makes him come off as rebellious. It's what we mean when we say he's Jeon Jungkook. Kinda admire him on that score

Could this persona have been carved for him in the early days? Sure. BUT THEY ALL SAID THEY STOPPED GOING WITH THE COMPANY SCRIPT BECAUSE IT DIDN'T SUIT THEM. Jin even talked about this too.

Recently he asked someone on his live whether they were child- safe to say he's grown up himself no? While in the group he always wanted to be respected and treated as an adult. I'm sorry but I don't think he would avail his strings to be pulled on like a puppet by anyone.

Plus this is his Solo phase. Those personas were fashioned to keep the group interesting. He's not in a group anymore and dont need these tactics. He's outgrown them. and the only persona that sells for him is if he is himself. HE IS THE BRAND. HIM. NOBODY ELSE.

I for one I'm more interested in Jeon Jungkook than any facade anyone wants him to put on.

Also their solo phase certainly impacts the power dynamics between the company and the boys. He can decide be don't want to do solo or music any more and the company won't have anything to say about that. Of course there's still contracts with brands, and record labels and food delivery and he has to fulfill his obligations under those but it's pretty much his way or the high way these days 🥴

I like to think he has more control over his career and life in general now compared to when he was part of a group and just a child pursuing a career in an industry such as kpop. As a member of a team his identity was tied to the groups. Whatever he said and did affected everyone's career and reputation in the group, and in turn affected their brand deals so there was so much pressure to conform and so much censorship of his actions and words whereas now whatever he does dont affects them. just him and his brand.

You can see his marketing strategies though. Participating in challenges, going on live shows to promote his music, sharing links on weverse, filming with members- I don't even think he's leaning so much into his ships as a means of pushing his song. Trust me, he's not compromising himself and his values just to sell a song. He's doing everything by the books. Nothing shady going on here🥴

As usual it's just my opinion. Time will tell if he's doing all this as some marketing ploy.

Now about his Tiktok-

I know I said I won't make fun of him but...

Ian, sir????? KWEN-KWENCHENA SIR??🤣🤣🤣🤣

Why, was Shawn McGregor taken??🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Ian Elordi Jackson I'm dead🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Please if I hear someone call him Mathew I'm finished

And here I thought him popping out of a coffin was the most white boy thing he's ever done🤣🤣🤣🤣

He's finished. Haters are going to drag the shit out of him for this. They always after him claiming he's trynna be white lmho.

It's gonna get bloody this week prepare for battle guys. We have a captain to protect- Captain Ian Kook

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braywashed · 16 days

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I was left with the impression that Elton's injury actually added to PD's popularity. I mean, the way WWE milked it and made those hilarious videos and interviews about Elton's recovery I thought a lot of people enjoyed the comedy. However, I agree that comedy can be overused and become an obstacle down the line for them to be taken more seriously and not just as the goofy mischievous tag team. They also strike me as very hard working and dedicated guys. It seems to me that they have come a long way from where they began.

I'm not gonna lie, I really like their image and roles they play. It's sad that some people don't get it and find them annoying. Actually, the biggest criticism I've seen so far is not so much about the comedy aspect but the fact that they are flamboyant and care about fashion and style which for some "fans" is "too gay" and PD are "woke" and "WWE is pushing LGBT propaganda" etc. There's definitely a lot of toxicity in the wrestling fandom.

Lol, them doing the Dirty Dancing lift in front of their gfs does not srprise me at all. 😂😂 I expect nothing less from them. 😂

Also, why are there so many wrestlers in WWE nowadays? Has it always been like this? I mean, just browsing through their YT channel or IG account makes my head hurts.

If PD get a new storyline to work with, what do you think it will be? Or more importantly what do you want it to be?

It helped in the sense that it kind of gave people a really good taste of the kind of personality they could provide (and it was extremely needed at that time due to other events), and the #EltonStrong thing was fun, but it kind of wore off quick. Unfortunately they were fighting the same team for... a long... long time. It just got kind of played out and they didn't really have anyone else to face. And that + repeated matches with no real time to do much = stale quick.

I think the comedy aspect isn't so bad with fans, it's more than historically the company itself tends to kind of... treat the talent as a joke as whole and oversimplify the characters. But management's changed recently, so, high hopes.

The "too w0ke" stuff is funny because on the flip side, you see some people who are like "THIS IS CONTROVERSIAL! GOLD!" like make up your minds, lmao. It's also funny because the pretty boy in a MAN'S MAN WORLD has been a chracter type since wrestling began and was still in black and white. So people being like WHAT HAS IT BECOME!!! is like wow, way to admit you know absolutely nothing.

Roster is pretty big. Too big. The rosters are separate for the shows, but there's still a lot of people that don't get screentime unfortunately.

I'm hoping they face DIY, because I think they'd have some genuinely great matches. There was also this whole bit with Elton thinking, somehow, that one was the other's father - and upon being corrected decided they're "each others dads" and I just.... need to delve deeper into this. Tell me your weird daddy issues, Mr. Prince.

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gswharang · 2 years

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Hey everyone! I am Belle and as a heads up this is a queued post bc I live on like the opposite timezone of basically anyone in the US so this site is opening before dawn on fri for me and I have work. I'll try and hop on fri night, otherwise I'll get back to everyone on my sat! Anyway, I'm excited for this rp to open, I love surreal and horror. 🔥 My hobbies include writing gremlin bois and oscillating wildly between regular capitalization and lapslock. Also ToF/genshin (hmu if u play tho). This is Noh Harang, resident gremlin, morally ambiguous and in the trade of plots that verge on the wrong side of functional. Here is his about and profile page which has the more relevant of information, but I’ll drop some additional quick facts under the cut along with some attempted plot ideas! If you want to plot just like or dm + I have a discord on request if it’s easier to plot there (i usually prefer it A Lot, so if you want me to add you just drop your user in my ims and when i get online later i can add 6v6 ).

if you want the full gist of why he is the way he is i’d rec reading his bio + checking his profile page, bc this is like: scenario, i'm trying my best, but my best is never good enough 😔 if not, ig you'll have to go by this image:

was born in ulsan, his dad died when he was pretty young and was largely raised by his mom w help from other family members. he is ✨inspired ✨ by sharp objects (bc i Love it), only less murder-y, but his mom has FDIS (munchausen by proxy) and it influenced his emotional development a lot.

moved to the island as a teen when his mom remarried, which meant there were new and exciting doctors to visit who weren’t suspicious of her yet. cowabunga, dude. spent a lot of time in his room drawing when he was ~sick~

he’s decently smart, and he did go onto uni for art, but then he got pissed at someone else and sabotaged their assignment by breaking into somewhere he shouldn’t have been and prob broke like 4 school rules in the process and was kicked out his second year. so he never finished. good life choices? check. clearly.

he is vindictive and revenge-driven and will act immediately on those feelings without considering the consequences on getting caught. harang in the moment is always like: i will definitely not get caught. and the narrator is like: that bitch did, in fact, get caught.

is he a good person? no. does he try to better himself every day? also no. memes aside, he does have good qualities but he’s def not sugar and spice and everything nice. if you enjoy complicated, emotionally wrought, and sometimes dark plots 👀 👀 👀 pls come to me, that is what i’m weak and design my chars for.

he’s a webtoon creator/artist. he’s into horror, esp supernatural/paranormal horror. his webtoon is similar in storyline/vibe to something like stagtown? but his art style is different. he takes inspo from junji ito of course. likes consuming horror media/projects as well.

obsessed with herbal tea, has So Many flavors in his apt.

really into vinyl, though he usually collects based on cover artwork first and music second. likes playing atmospheric music when he’s making art.

he smokes, his favorite is cherry tobacco. they’re bad for his body but he’s pretty sure his body was basically destroyed in his youth so what does it matter anymore anyway?

he has a weird vibe but he’s good at covering it. will default to auto-mirroring people’s gestures and personalities around him without super realizing he’s doing it. if you spend enough time around him though it fades, it’s mostly done for people he doesn’t interact w regularly.

he has long hair, and yes, that is a personality trait

he’s not always the nicest person but he’s also not mean for the sake of being mean. it can take him a while to emotionally connect to people. he doesn’t frequently get into romantic relationship because of it, def finds casual to be easier. his sense of love and how it should be expressed is ✨very off ✨

can turn himself into a victim in 4 minutes flat (i_got_it_from_my_mama.mp3)

he hates doctors, not in a take it personally sense, more just going to the doctors and being treated sense. will avoid going to the hospital At All Costs.

can be manipulative, and isn’t always the most empathetic person (in this house we support morally grey chars 👏 )

plot ideas -- tbh i often prefer to like talk apps and come up with something organically, but here are a few ~general ideas~ that might be nice to have, and a few that could be starting off points if we’re really stuck.

an ex that was messily resolved and there's some baggage there is always fun. would love if it imploded due to reasons on both their ends rather than like one person being the Saint and the other being a Villain. I want mutually assured destruction and angst tyvm.

conversationalists. they live in the same area and keep running into each other, harang takes frequent smoke breaks outside for instance. but the strange part of it is there’s no real set schedule, and they just keep running into each other even though they're leaving at drastically different times every day. could be fun if they know some deeper pieces of each other’s life without knowing the like basics of each others personalities (like an inverse of basic friends, unbasic not-friends, if you will)

a bff? like we really click together and even though you make bad life choices and are lvl 500 dumb sometimes i’ll still help you with whatever mess you invite upon yourself. can go both ways, of course.

me, sweating and running out of plot ideas i’m brainstorming on the spot, someone who’s into harang’s webtoon. ofc it would need to be ✨developed ✨ so it could be interesting, but yes. OR his anti!!! OR a mix and they're obsessively into it to the point of being creepy. a creepy stan stalking a creepy artist, creep² if you will

i Am a fan of antagonistic plots, i think they’re really fun, esp when both chars are kind of catty about it and it’s not just one being the ~evil~ one, tho i don’t have any ideas on how to get there but if someone really wants one and to figure out a reason why i’m down!!!!

okay i think that’s it i’m out of ideas, but i’m v excited to plot and write so pls don’t hesitate to let me know if you like something or have another idea or wanna create something organically 👀

#nhr / queued #gsw:intro

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jxngh · 2 years

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angels ⊹

request: can i request like a reverse reaction 👀 like could you do reader's reaction to Tae's stubble (istg he's a menace for posting that ig story!!)

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre : smut

warnings : car sex, unprotected sex, riding, daddy/ babygirl calling.

author's note : i always love the idea of him being such a gentleman through day and an animal at nights.. a voice tells me he really is. so enjoy !!

don't be a silent reader

you left a sigh after texting your boyfriend. he was acting weird, replying with short answers and mostly being offline which is not him. you start thinking that he's hiding something from you and after him opening an ig account not so long ago you're 100% sure of it.

and your feelings about it.. meh.. you tried to not think about millons of people wanting your boyfriend.. but he's not making anything easier tho, especially on his stories. one example is him posting some story without a shirt after you two had a facetime a week ago. knowing he shares them after deciding in one second you didn't ask. if you'd ask him why, he'd delete it thinking it's bothering you.

and while you're thinking about this he shares another story, it's a black and white one, again shirtless...and he has stubble. you gulp and replay the story for hundred times. and you remember the times you made fun of his daechwita costume. fuck. it suits him so well and he looks so mature, you love it.

then he texts you after noticing that you saw his new style.

taetae [ a minute ago ] : jagi? i know how you make fun of me but i have a strong feeling that you like it this time 😏

you rolled your eyes as you read it. but it was a fact that you did. but no, you said. he doesn't need to know.

you: mehh, i'm not sure if i liked it.. you look a little old 🤔

taetae : are you finding a reason to call me daddy, babygirl ?

shit. shit. you know he's playing and probably giggling as he writes but you.. liked the idea.

you : sure. daddy 😝

taetae : meet me up in 20 minutes, i'll come and get you babygirl.

you : okay but make it 30, gotta look older to match your style daddy 😚

then you take your phone with you, asking your friends about your outfit and make up. you picked a full black outfit, hair wavy, lips red.

after your friends thirsting over your looks you were sure that he's gonna love it too.

then he texts that he came, you get your small bag and leave your home.

he was leaning on his black genesis gv80, wearing a black suit which was suiting his body so well. and about his new image, you were breathless. him staring intensely at you did not help at all. he eyed you from head to toe as you do the same thing while slowly walking.

you moved closer to him, leaving a small kiss to his cheek as his fingers find it's place on your waist, like a puzzle.

your nostrils filled with his capturing smell, everything seemed to slow that moment. then you looked up at him, meeting with his eyes. then he got your chin between his two fingers, pulled your face closer that you could feel your breaths mix. you both didn't move, just staring at each other, wondering who's gonna win.

then he gently let your face go, moving other side of his car and opening it for you.

" m'lady.. " he said as you bowed and got in like a royal.

you two couldn't stop eating each other with your eyes. damn he looked amazing, plus watching him drive was also a turn on. anything with his hands, you thought.

" you're silent baby, cat got your tongue? " he asked with a grin on his face.

" nope, i was tryna understand where we're going. " you said looking around, trying to act.

" surprise. " he said. " wait and see baby, we're about to arrive. " he added, slowly turning the wheel to a lux restaurant's door after a few minutes.

he already made a reservation, low lights and slow music going background.

after you two had dinner and some wine, you two decided to leave after your suggestion. you wanted to have some dessert but from a bakery you loved.

" you sure it's open now? " tae asked while checking the gps.

" if you drive a little faster, we'll reach in time daddy. " you said while glancing at him. and you watched him doing what you said.

" what do i earn from this babygirl? " he asked deeply.

" if we'll make it you'll see. "

and you did. at the last second. you ran and got your favorite kind of cookies. a box of them.

he was out of his car, getting some fresh air while watching you. you seemed so happy. it's just cookies, he thought. i love my baby.

" thank you taehyung. " you said putting the box on top of his car. you looked to the empty gas station, nobody left but you two on that side. then you reached for a small kiss to his lips, earning a smile. then he turned you gently, placing his hands on your waist and getting you between his body and the car. his lips moved with yours while smiling. then your kiss got deeper as you grinded your leg to his crotch.

" take us home. " you whispered, face inches away from his. he looked down to you and spoke.

" no. " he whispered back, helding your hips. then he opened the door, making you lay. then he got in and closed it.

you two quickly removed your coats, his hands moving on your hips while he buries his head to your neck, inhaling deeply. " smells like heaven in here. " he said nuzzling his nose to your neck. then his gaze met yours as he continued to talk " my angels just told me so.. " he added while his long fingers found your panties, slowly pushing them aside and starting to toy with your pussy.

you left out a small moan, seeing his eyes darken as you lick your lips and zeroing the gap between him and you. you started to kiss him intensely, adding pressure when you feel like his lips aren't moving fast enough. then you started to grab his clothed crotch, feeling his tongue entering as he leaves a deep moan into your mouth. it wasn't really a fight for dominance because you were dizzy. just letting him devouring your mouth as your tongues dance.

when you're finally out of breath he pulled himself back, watching you in hunger.

" is it okay if he sits angels? " you asked, leaning to his ear. he grinned and sat as a response. you slowly placed yourself on his thighs, opening a few buttons of his shirt before you suck marks on his collarbones as his hands squeeze your ass.

" daddy, can i ride this time? " you whispered to his ear. his hands pushed your mini dress to your belly slowly at the moment he heard you. then his eyes found yours as you felt his hands holding your panties.

" go on babygirl. show daddy how good you are. " he said before taking it out.

you unbuckled his belt in seconds as he helped you get him undressed. you felt your saliva increasing as you looked at his length. then you held it, stroking and lining at your entrance as you place your other hand on his shoulder.

you slowly sank down as you watch his expression. his deep breaths and your small moans mixed as you fastened your pace.

" sh- baby.. it feels like you're made for me." he moaned while lifting his hands, one of them staying on your waist and helping you, other one grabbing your boobs. then he made you go faster, hearing your sounds. but after seeing your legs getting tired he couldn't wait any longer, made you lay while he's still inside.

you held the leather seats as support but you couldn't stay still as he thrusted hardly into your walls. he was wild, not slowing down even for a second. your body was jolting everytime he pushed himself in. and you loved it, whimpering endlessly.

" i swear.." he breathed. " your sweet sounds are calling me to sin baby. "

" do daddy, do whatever you want to me. " you said, too lost on your pleasure to rethink your words. and hearing his low grunts you could tell you're not the only one who's lost.

he didn't slow down. your scream cry sounds mixed with his grunts and deep breaths. and it didn't took long for you two to reach your highs on that position, him hitting so deep.

he spurted all of his spill inside of you, made you feel full while whispering how good you are. and left kissed to your neck and lastly your lips.

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#taehyung smut #bts smut #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #bts writing #bts drabble #bts one shot #thirstlist

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afictionalwhor3 · 2 years

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I wanna request an angst for Chris Evans! Soo here it goes.

Reader caught Chris tangled in the sheet with another woman. Chris anticipated all the hurtful scene - screaming, crying and all but it didn’t came. She was calm and collected. He tried to beg her no to leave, she cave in. That’s what he thought. But in the middle of the night, whilst Chris is in deep sleep, she vanished. Until a year later, while Chris started looking for her again he came across her IG where she wrote about the unborn baby “I was ready to spend sleepless nights with you but I guess you’re not…”

Hey anonymous! Angst usually makes me cry, but in a weird way I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. I truly believe this is the best work I've done to date and I hope this is everything you could have wanted.

Warnings: Cheating. Curse words?

Word Count: 4.1k

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You sigh pulling into the driveway of yours and Chris’ shared home. You rest your head on the wheel taking a deep breath. The last few weeks have been crazy. Your job was opening a second location and you were going to run it. Because of that, you were the head of the committee that oversaw everything was okay and good for opening. Of course, that meant a lot of long hours at the office. Chris understood though. He had spent weeks away while filming, and he would support you in this big moment. He was incredibly proud of you and swore he would be there with you the day the building opened.

As it got closer and closer to opening day, it seemed like the days got more awful and more stressful. You take a look at the beautiful ring on your finger and smile. Most days the thought of coming home to Chris was the only that got you through. Big things were about to happen for the both of you. You were very excited about your growing future. Now, you can look forward to going inside and cuddling and ordering cheap take-out.

You take your keys out the ignition and grab your purse getting out of the car. You lock the doors making your way to the front door. If you were more alert you would’ve noticed the unfamiliar car parked across the street. If you were more alert you would’ve thought it odd the front door was unlocked. If you were more alert you would’ve thought something was wrong when you came in and saw Dodger desperately scratching at the glass sliding door. If you were more alert you would’ve picked up on the familiar sounds of your bed creaking. You could’ve prepared yourself for the scene when you opened the door.

The love of your life. On top of another woman. Your mind was running crazy. You couldn’t correctly string together one thought. You weren’t just angry, you were pissed. You were sad. You were hurt. All those emotions got lodged in your throat and burned your eyes. The skank under him just looked at you and smirked. You shook your head, there was no way you were about to cry now, no way. Chris noticed her gaze looking over his shoulder to see you. He immediately jumps away from her like that would stop the image that continued on replay in your head. You stood in the doorway as still as a statue. Your purse was still in your hand.

“Y/n. Y/n. I can explain this. I promise I can explain” He says grabbing his boxers and putting them on walking to you. You felt numb, usually, Chris walking towards you would put a smile on your face. Now you just wanted to smack him. The skank sits up that dumb smirk still on her lips,

“Maybe I should go,” She says her tone sultry. She makes a show of getting out of the bed, your bed, slowly. She puts on her pants and opts for Chris’ t-shirt, you were supposed to be the only one wearing his t-shirts. She swings her hips walking by you “I know my way out” She whispers as she goes by.

Chris knew you. He’s seen you mad, sad, and everything in between. He knew that when you got quiet, meant you were pissed off more than anything. He walks over cupping your face and making you look at him “Hey talk to me y/n. I can explain everything.” He couldn’t even be bothered to wipe the lipstick off his neck.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Chris. I’m leaving” You say calmly, placing your hands on his wrists, trying to move his hands, but he doesn’t budge.

“No, please listen. I love you y/n. That whorebag meant nothing. You have just been working so much. That’s no excuse, but I was lonely. My heart belongs to you. And only you. I promise that. I wouldn’t have put that ring on your finger if I thought anything different.” He says. You hear his words but you aren’t really processing them. You are comprising a plan of your own. You were hurt, and you were going to make sure you hurt him back.

“Okay.” Is all you say, keeping your composure. You weren’t going to yell or cry or scream (even though you really wanted to).

“Okay? We’re okay? You’ll stay?” Chris asks, smiling and you nod, forcing a sweet smile. He tried to kiss you, and that was a line too far. You pushed him away, shaking your head.

That night the two of you are laying in bed Chris has his arm across your stomach and his head on your shoulder “I know what I did was wrong y/n. I know I’m gonna have to regain your trust, but we’re going to be okay right?” He asks hopefully and looks up at you. His tone was scared and it almost made you feel bad. Almost. You smile right back saying,

“We’re going to be okay.”

Once you were sure Chris was in deep sleep you acted on the plan you crafted hours earlier. You slid out of his hold and packed all your stuff. Your clothes, toiletries, pictures, everything that said you lived here was gone. You were thinking about writing a note, but he didn’t deserve a note. Not when he stomped on your heart so hard it broke into a million little pieces. Before you left you took one last look at the engagement ring that felt heavy on your finger, but not in a good way. You placed it on Chris’ nightstand and walked out of his life.

1 year later

When you left Chris’ life went to shit. That morning he woke up he searched all over for you. Your stuff was out of the bathroom, your closet was empty, your car and keys were gone. When he got downstairs he found Dodger laying at the door whimpering.

He didn’t have the gall to tell his family you left him. Because then they would ask why. His family loved you. They didn’t find out until you sent out mail telling everyone the wedding was canceled. There were texts from friends and family. Knocks at the door, emails from the press asking for answers, but he answered none of them.

For a little while, that woman would come around again and again. Even though he didn’t want to, he would indulge in her. And every time it became more apparent she wasn’t you. She couldn’t make him as happy as you could, didn’t touch him the same way, and she was nowhere near as beautiful as you. Chris would spend nights on nights wondering how he messed up his life so bad.

Some days he would wake up pissed off. You lied to him. That night you told him you two would be okay. You promised you two would be okay. Chris knew he would have to earn your trust again, but he was willing to do it. He loved you. But then he remembered how bad he hurt you. And that fury turned back into the sadness he walked around with these days.

His vice became drinking. He read all the articles about the two of you. You were tight-lipped about the reason why so all they could do was speculate. This only fueled him to drink more. When he was drunk some days he could drown the thoughts of you. Most of the time you were all he could think about. Your smile, the way you would laugh, when you would grumble at him for waking you up too early. He would finish his days looking at the photos and videos of you that still lived on his phone and he would cry himself to sleep.

It was coming up on the year anniversary of the day you left. The day he ruined everything. When he tried to call you it said the line was disconnected. You changed your number. He asked your friends for it, but they refused. He even got as low to reach out to your job but they wouldn’t give it up. He hadn’t heard or seen anything about you in the last year. Isn’t it crazy how two people could be so in love, now they were nothing more than strangers.

It was another drunk night for him. Beer bottles littered his kitchen table. Dodger whimpered banging his empty food bowl before walking to his bed and curling into it. Even he had missed you. Tonight was worse than it had been since the day you left. He got the sudden urge that he had to find you. He had to know that you were okay. For his own selfish reasons, he needed to know that you didn’t move on.

The first couple of days he had tried to find your Instagram after you deleted your old one. He went back to Instagram and started typing a few name combinations. Chris knew you were a creature of habit and after a few tries, he found your new Insta. When he opened your profile he was shocked at how overwhelmed he was. There were so many pictures of you pregnant! And the last few had been of you and the same baby. He went to an older picture that looked like the baby had just been born. The caption read:

“I was ready to spend sleepless nights with you but I guess you weren’t. This is my story. My pregnancy might not have gone the way I thought it would, but I was definitely not alone. Now I am happy to introduce you all to Kai August y/l/n”

3 months ago

Chris read that paragraph over and over again. The words Kai and pregnancy bounced around his brain. You knew you were pregnant and never told him. He remembers that the two of you would say that if you ever had a boy you would name it Kai. You loved the name because you said it sounded happy and carefree. And that’s how you would want your son to be. Chris liked it because…. Well, you liked it. And Chris would do anything to make you happy. Until he didn’t.

Chris didn’t know what to do with himself. He was pissed off again. You knew you were pregnant and still left him. Then he was sad again. He hurt you so bad you didn’t even want him in your baby’s life. The baby didn’t even have his last name. He knew the baby was his. You weren’t like him, you were loyal, committed, you wouldn’t sleep with someone else. The timeline doesn’t match up for you to be with someone else and already have a baby. The timeline does fit for it to be his.

Chris scrolled through the newer pics and it was you and your baby. Mirror selfies of the two of you. Pictures in the park. You were living the life you two spent nights talking about. Except you were doing it without him. Chris was on a new mission now. He had to find your address. He had to find you. He didn’t even know if you were still in Boston.

Was it the right thing? Probably not, you moved away for a reason. But now that he knew he had a son in the world, he had to find you whether you wanted him to or not. Chris knew it would take some time because you made sure no one in Chris’ life would have access to that information. During that time he would become a man again. Even if you didn’t want anything to do with him, he wanted to be a father to his son. He knew you wouldn’t let him do that in the state he was in. He sent a text to his manager and started his comeback.

First things first was he got back in contact with his family. He sat down with them and apologized for the way he’s treated them this past year and finally confessed to what he did. He could sense the disappointment, especially from his mom, but they were happier than ever to have him back in their lives. He didn’t want to tell them about Kai yet. Not until he saw you again.

Then, he stopped drinking. It was harder than he thought it was, but every time he wanted to drink he would play with Dodger or play the piano. He got back to doing those things again. He also got back in shape. Drinking every day came with the beer belly and Chris made it a goal to get back in shape. He shaved his beard down and shaved the hair with it. He needed this clean, fresh, look again.

His manager would constantly send him updates about where they were in finding where you lived, but it was proving harder than normal. You didn’t even live in Massachusetts anymore so they would have to look through every state. If they couldn’t find you then, well they would have to look international. And who knows how long that would take. You really didn’t want to be found. While Chris waited for updates, he went back to answering work emails and reading scripts. He was truly getting his life together again.

It had been eight weeks since he had sent his team on a mission to find you. Chris felt almost like himself again. There was a missing piece to his life and that was you. He was on the couch reading a script for a role he was thinking about going out for. Usually, he would talk to you about what you thought, but obviously, he couldn’t do that anymore. The saying that you don’t know what you truly have until it’s gone has never been truer for Chris. He knew how much he relied on you for advice and such. But he definitely took the little moments, like talking about a script, for granted. His phone rang and without looking at it he picked “Chris” He said still reading the script.

“Chris. It’s Nick. We found them” Is all he says and Chris drops the script.

“Where are they?” He asks standing up and quickly making his way to his room to pack a bag.

“New Jersey. She bought a house out there and has a new job. Chris I don’t want to sound like a bad guy but it looks like she is doing really well. We found out the little boy recently turned five months old, but there’s no way to tell if it’s yours. I can send you the address, but Chris are you sure you want to do this?” He asks. Chris knows he isn’t really thinking properly but he needed to see you.

“Yes. Can you get me the first flight out?” He asks hastily throwing things in a bag. He can hear Nick sigh but he agrees.

“Yeah. I’ll send over the information when I’m done” He says and hangs up.

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Chris has been in New Jersey for a week. He drives by the address every day. Sometimes he catches you leaving your house with the baby. You still look good. You just had a baby and somehow you looked even better than the day you two met.

Chris has performed for live audiences and been featured in blockbuster films. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to finally knock on your door. He was scared more than anything that you would slam the door in his face. Then he would be in the same place he was over a year ago. He knew at some point you would pick up on him constantly driving by, and you would probably call the police. It was Chris’ eighth day when he finally talked himself up to doing it. He pulled in front of your house and sat out there for 45 minutes talking himself up again. He checked his watch, 6:00 p.m, he looked at your front door. It was time.

Chris got out of the car taking a deep breath. He put his hands in his pockets after closing the door. It was cold in New Jersey in February. Nothing like Boston, but it was cold. He walked up to the pathway to the front door taking a deep breath and knocking twice. Chris’ heart hasn’t beaten this fast in his life. He could hear your footsteps approaching the door and you opened it.

“Sorry, how much do I owe you again?” You ask looking through your wallet laughing softly. Chris was dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe how close he was to you again. You still had the same laugh that made him smile ear to ear. You were so beautiful. There was this wonderful glow about you, and Chris didn’t know what else but you looked ethereal. At not hearing a response you look up the soft look leaving your face. He can see your eyes fill with anger and see you closing the door. He stops you,

“Please y/n. Don’t. At least hear me out.” Chris pleads.

“Chris!” You yell then take a deep breath. When he broke your heart a year ago you didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your tears, and you wouldn’t do that now. “I don’t even wanna know how you found my address. But Chris, I want nothing to do with you.” You say trying to close the door again and he stops you again. You groan frustrated looking at him,

“Then at least let me meet my son y/n.” Your body tenses up at this. He must have found your Instagram. Damnit you knew you should’ve made that page private. Deep down you knew you wanted him to find it and know you were doing fantastic without him. Now that he was in front of you, you were trying to think of a lie to tell him. But you knew no matter what you said Chris would know it was his.

“I want to be a father to him. You know how much I’ve wanted to be a dad and I don’t want him growing up without a dad when I can be in his life. I’m going to be a hundred percent honest with you. When you left I became a void. And I don’t want it to seem like I’m blaming you cause I’m not. I broke your heart and for that, I’m truly sorry. No woman has ever meant as much to me as you. I figured you didn’t want me, but I knew I had to become a man again and be a father to my son. I’ve spent the last eight weeks looking for you two. Trying to get my shit together again. Now all I want to do is meet my son at least. I know you y/n. I know he’s mine. On your own terms, I can hopefully get visitation. I’ll buy a house here. I don’t care y/n. I just want to be in his life.” Chris says panting. He’s been planning that speech for so long and it feels so good to finally say it.

You stand there processing everything he just said. Chris hurt you so much. You would never admit it, but you cried for weeks. Then you remembered you had a life groiwng in you, and there was no time to cry. You knew you had to make the best decision for not only you, but for your unborn child. At the time, it was getting the hell out of Boston and someway, somehow, you ended up in New Jersey. Then again here he was. He had spent the last eight weeks looking for you guys, and he looked good. You knew he wasn’t lying about getting his life together again. He was out here begging to be a father to your kid, he already planned for you to say no. How many moms out there wished the father of their kids would put this much effort into wanting to be in his kids lives. If you were being honest you wanted Kai to know his father. There was no tangible reason he couldn’t other than your own heartbreak. You take a deep breath looking at him.

“Listen to me and listen to me good Christopher,” You say. You only ever used his first name if you were super serious. “If it weren’t for that beautiful little boy in there I would most likely slap you and never talk to you again. Me and you? Nothing. But I will allow you to be in his life. I don’t know how long you’re in town for but you can come by and see him every day. Then we will figure out visitation. But there will be nothing between us. Point blank” You say and Chris nods. He is willing to take it. You step to the side and Chris enters the house. He didn’t realize how cold he was until he entered the warmth of your house.

Your house was nice. Spacious but not too big. Nice furniture, baby toys all over the place, pictures everywhere. He knew you loved pictures. You closed the door and Chris saw the coat rack hanging up his jacket.

“Follow me,” You say walking ahead of him and up the stairs. He could finally take you in. You had on yoga pants and a hoodie. Your favorite at-home outfit. He could tell after all this time that your body had changed, due to the baby, but you still looked good in his eye. You walked into a nursery painted blue with fish all over the walls. There was an obvious water theme going on. There is a white crib in the center of the room you walk over to. You lean down and see your baby boy’s eyes wide open and looking at you.

“Hello, my love. Were you waiting for mama?” You ask him as he starts kicking around happily. You smile big and pick him up. You place him on your hip and Chris takes a hesitant step forward. You take a deep breath still looking Kai, “Meet your daddy baby” You whisper to him and Kai stares at him. You knew he didn’t understand you, but you felt it was important for you to acknowledge Chris was Kai’s father. Chris walks over to you,

“Can I hold him?” Chris asks and you nod. You knew Chris knew how to hold a baby and you place him in his arms. You see tears come to Chris’ eyes and they just run down his face. He tries to stop them, but he knows there is no point. He feels himself letting all his emotions out. He unembarrassedly lets the tears stream down his face. You can’t help but feel your own tears burn you eyes. As much as you hated him for what he did to you, he was the love of your life. This moment was powerful enough to make a grown man cry, obviously.

“Hi. I’m your dad. I know I just met you but I love you so much” He says in a whisper his voice cracking as he looks down at him. Kai has on a red and white polka dot onesie you just changed him into before his nap. Chris uses a finger to rub his belly gently and Kai grabs his finger in both his little hands and Chris laughs softly. “I love you so much y/n. I didn’t think I would be able to feel more love than that for someone. But right now it feels like my heart is about to burst. I’ve never felt emotions like this before” He says looking at you tears still running down his face.

You walk over and put your head on his shoulder. You look down at Kai looking up at the two of you. No matter how much disdain you may have for him, or how much you both hurt each other, you two brought something beautiful into the world. For this small second in time, you would enjoy this beautiful moment with the two most important people in your life.

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Imagine a yandere ghost who is cursed is trapped in the doll, so one day a family came to live in his house, but what the ghost did not expect is to fall in love with the couple's eldest daughter. Maybe this yandere ghost (doll) use the younger brother to get closer to his beloved...

I didn't really include the doll, but the overall idea is here ;)

Tw: nsfw, non - con, underage sex? (The reader is meant to be around 18, her brother is 16 - 17, but the ghost is 100+ so idk), (technically) incest, ghosts, possession, possessive/obsessive behavior, slight parental neglect ig

You knew it was a mistake moving into the old house up the hill. You tried arguing with your parents so many times about the mansion being hidden in the woods, so far away from any civilization, bringing up the fact it hadn't been bought for the last 8 years despite the insanely low price or the news about the previous owners dying in their sleep just like that, from "natural causes" even though they were an young energetic couple. But of course your worries had been discarded so easily since your younger siblings were ecstatic, constantly talking about finally living in a castle, which was obviously pushing it too far, but kids will be kids.

Your family was big, consisting of your mother, father, two younger sisters and a brother currently in his late teens. Your siblings managed to take all the nice bright rooms on the second floor so you were forced to sleep in the attic. At first it didn't seem so bad, yes, the place was dark and dusty, the space was limited, but it was a quiet spot and there were many interesting things left there to explore and discover.

The first week you discovered a huge box full of old books, medals, notebooks and different souvenirs from all over the world. The second week you found a few paintings covered by a thin disheveled cloak, most of them depicting a pretty young boy with golden locks and sad green eyes, dresses in an expensive silky clothing resembling what was nowadays considered an elegant suit. You didn't pay it much mind yet the miserable longing gaze of the kid haunted your dreams in the following days.

During the third week you noticed that things were going missing one by one. First it was your favorite lipstick, then your new dress, and suddenly your favorite items were gone just like that. On top of all, almost as if fate was tickling your paranoia, you could hear certain sounds at night that were too distorted be natural and too human to belong to an animal. There were sobs, loud and tormented, sometimes you could make up a few words in a language no one spoke anymore. You slept less and less each night, you could swear you felt someone's lingering touch on your shoulders, them gently stroking your hair and even pressing their cold unmoving lips on yours. This was usually the point when you opened your eyes and screamed in fear only to realize you were alone in the room. There was nobody there.

Still you decided to speak with your parents about the creepy events taking place in the attic. Much to your dismay they brushed your concerns off once again, laughing softly and calling you a scaredy - cat, going as far as to joke around about your "oh so creative" imagination getting the best of you just like it did in your childhood. But this time you insisted on holding your ground, almost begging them to take action and help you. At the end your mother decided to let you sleep in your brother's room for a while until you calm down, and as embarrassing it was to share a room with a hormonal teen, it was better than constantly being on the edge and losing sleep. Or so you thought.

The first night you slept in Steve's room nothing out of the ordinary happened and for the first time in weeks you actually managed to rest. The second night was blissfully peaceful as well and you quickly fell into a deep dreamless slumber.

The third night started well, just like the previous two. Your brother was tired from studying all day and went to bed early, giving you the freedom to relax a little bit before following his example. You could read a book or try to revise for your exam tomorrow, maybe even call your bestfriend and finally let her know all about your new classmates and just how boring life in the village was. But in that moment all these suggestion sounded annoying, nothing was interesting enough to hold your interest for more than a minute. Thinking about what to do next, you suddenly became aware that your body was tense and tired, but your mind was restless. After all you hadn't had time for self - care between the paranoia episodes and the fear, maybe it was finally time to do something nice and therapeutic for yourself.

You snatched a quick look at Steve and he was sleeping soundly, snoring from time to time, his usually angry face now calm and childlike. Making sure there was no one in the room awake, you finally slipped a hand down your pajama bottom until you felt the soft fabric of your panties. You closed your eyes and run a finger up and down your clothed sex, following the line of your slit. Your pussy throbbed at the sudden contact, the lack of pleasure in the last few weeks making it sensitive to the touch. You pushed your underwear lower so it hanged around your legs, and shoved one finger into your warm hole, enjoy the way your walls clenched around the digit. You flicked your clit gently, feeling it swell from the arousal, rubbing slow circles and pressing on your sweet spot every once in a while.

Your free hand went to your breasts, bare under the comfy oversized shirt, and awoke the cherry nipples with subtle pinches causing them to harden. You couldn't help but moan quietly as you decreased the pace of which you teased your hole and added a second finger in your pussy, fucking yourself on it. You were so focused on chasing your pleasure you didn't even notice the hand on your thigh pulling your own away from your excited throbbing core and replacing it with a big hard cock. Only once its head reached your tight entrance and pressed on it did your mind register the atrocious size difference. Your words stilled in your throat, the sudden panic rising in your chest, making your vision blurry and your cheeks rosy pink. You finally opened your eyes, your heart racing at the image of your younger brother towering above you with his member so close to entering your heat.

"Steve, what are you doing?" You whispered as you tried to squirm away from the boy, but he was quicker in pinning your wrists above your head in a deadlock. When did the male become so strong? Just yesterday he would ask you to open up his water bottle and help him with his math homework and now he was doing this...

"My name is Henry, my love." The voice was different from your brother's, lower and huskier, gentler in a way. You narrowed your eyes and observed the teenager's face, gasping as you noticed that his eyes had changed from black to green, yet all his other features had stayed stayed the same. You wanted to ask so many questions - who is Henry, why were your sibling's eyes and voice different from before - but you were quickly shut by one stern gaze. "I used to live here 80 years ago." The stranger started off with an unexpectedly soft tone as his grip on your wrists loosened. "I'm a ghost. I possessed your brother." He confessed calmly while you watched his pink lips part slightly with each breath as if you were in a trance before you found the strength to break your silence.

"Why are doing this to me? Why did you take my brother's body?" You questioned him manically, feeling like a confused little lamb sent to the slaughter, trembling and stuttering in front of a knife. Henry simply chuckled at your adorable dumbfounded expression and lowered his torso until his face was mere inches away from yours and you could feel his ice - cold breath on your warm red cheek. "Because I love you, darling." The ghost replied with a confident smirk that looked so weird and unnatural on the younger boy's face you almost gagged. Before you had the chance to say anything, he continued. "I've been wanting you for a while now, little girl. And with this body I can finally have you all to myself." You opened your mouth in a protest but your screams were easily muffled by a harsh kiss and a wet tongue down your throat. Next thing you knew the man had pushed your brother's manhood into your wet sloppy cunt in one sharp thurst and in your despair you had yelled for help once again, the ghost taking your whimpers greedily and shushing them away. Struggling was pointless.

In the next hour you were reduced to a sweaty whimpering mess of pain and arousal, fear and pleasure. The ghost was fucking you in a fast brutal pace while his free hand was playing with your clit, bringing you so damn close but never enough to send you over the edge. You were crying and your whole body was aching, your tits red from the rough manhandlind, your lips bruised and swollen from the rough kisses and bites. There were purple hickeys adorning your neck, belly and thighs and you went quiet in embarrassment every time you wondered how you would be able to hide them the next day.

"Please, whoever you are, let me come, I'm begging you." You pleaded desperately as you arched your back to meet the next couple of deep thrusts. Your cheeks were wet with tears and you could even taste the bitter salty flavor in your mouth mixed with your own drool and saliva. Upon hearing your meek pleas the man mercifully started hitting your cervix with each shove until his moves became sharp and quick, targeting your g-spot. You were so close you could feel your abdomen clench and tighten from the tingling sensitations. "Please..." You uttered weakly again, making doe eyes at your brother.

"Say you love me. Tie your soul to mine forever and I'll give you exactly what you want, beloved." Henry basically growled in your ear as he groped your breasts, squizing lightly the soft flesh. Your mind was so hazy and clouded you weren't sure how to respond so you just repeated the words easiest to grasp. "Love... you... forever, ngggh..." You muttered under your breath before moaning wantonly when the forceful thrusts finally sent you over the edge and your pussy clamped down in a big, satisfying orgasm. Your bliss was short - lived because soon the ghost was pounding into you again and again, keeping you too tired to move, struggle or even speak properly besides whimpering every once in a while. The rest of the night was a blur but eventually you fell asleep from the exhausting and the pleasure.

You woke up sore, your eyes red and puffy, your muscles tense and unnatentive. You rushed to look at your brother, but the teenager was sleeping just as peacefully as he did eight hours ago. One side of you was more than glad to know everything that had happened was simply a bad, terrible dream, while the other one still felt extremely uncomfortable and uneasy. You couldn't bear staying in the room any longer so you got dressed and went into the hall. Everyone else was still asleep and you felt as restless as if you hadn't caught a blink at all. You finally gave in to your paranoia and climbed the stars leading to the third floor.

You knelt on the ground where you had found the beautiful paintings. Those green eyes from your dream seemed way too familiar for it to be a coincidence. When you finally got a hold of your favorite piece, the one with the sad young boy, you had to cover your mouth to suppress the shock. There wasn't an aristocrat with golden locks on the picture anymore.

Now the one trapped in the painting was none other than you own brother, Steve. Instead of misery and pain in mysterious blue eyes, there was only terror in his tormented black ones. You screamed for the last time before you dropped the picture on the ground and ran away from the attic, the tears streaming down your face, but unfortunately, there was no escape from the restless dead souls.

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himbokkun · 3 years

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pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader wordcount: 1.5k warnings: mainly angst, but there's smut too, alcohol use, petnames (baby, kitten, sweetheart, angel), nipple play and praise for a sec and that's it ig a/n: haha definitely this wasn't based on true events haha i'm totally not coping with writing. anyways this is my first time ever writing a fic?? and i literally wrote this at 4 am while i was almost drunk. so not proofread. sorry if there are typos or shit that doesn't make sense. i will read when i wake up but i'm just too excited to post??? enjoy AND DON'T FORGET TO GIVE ME FEEDBACK<3

kuroo sent you a text. “babe when you leave work go to my place okay missed you!’’ you love kuroo. you know you love him. but the thing is this scares you. how much you love him, how much you depend on him. it’s scary for you because it is too much. he’s too nice to you. he always tries to be the best even though he already is. he makes you the happiest. he gives you everything he can. at the back of your head you always think that you don’t deserve him, his kindness, his support.

you’re scared. not because love is scary. it’s because loving him is too easy. he makes it too easy but love has never been this easy for you. your relationship with him is too good to be true. that’s why you always think he’s gonna leave you. he’ll get tired of dealing with you. he’ll get sick of you doing nothing. whenever you have a breakdown he’ll think you’re weird. he won’t understand how you deal with things and eventually, he’ll leave. or one day he’ll realize he never loved you and he will leave. in every scenario, he leaves. and you won’t be able to stop him. you won’t be able to make him love you again. and you know that you can't heal from that. you’re scared of getting more attached than you already are. that’s why you’ll leave him first. you’ll leave before he can. but you wanna feel him. you wanna feel his touch, wanna enjoy being in his presence one last time. because he makes you feel good. he always makes you feel the best. and you want that one more time. you reply. “okay, i’ll wait you at your place.’’ so you did. you went to his place. wearing the lingerie he bought for you. and you waited. when he came home, you felt your heart breaking. he was so excited to see you. you engraved his bright smile to your mind. the smile that made your day.. the thought of never being able to see that smile again made your heart clench. but it needed to be done. for the better. and when he kissed you with all the passion he has, you felt guilty. there were so many times you felt that way through the night. and this was one of them. he asked you “baby, is everything alright?’’ you nodded. “sorry, i just felt like i needed to ask. i’m glad everything’s okay.’' and he smiled and kissed you again. you felt the guilt again. you both talked about your days while drinking wine. after both of you got a little tipsy at the couch, his hands started to move around your sides while he kissed you. he placed you in his lap. you pulled his hair while kissing him, eliciting the most sinful moan out of him. he whispered “i fucking love you” into your mouth, choking on his breath. and that alone would be enough to make you wet. he really is so pretty like this. desperate for your touch, lust and admiration in his eyes, all yours. you felt guilty again. because only you knew this was the last time he’ll feel you like this. he gets loud when he drinks, you knew that. but still you were surprised how loud the moan that came out of his mouth when you started grinding. and this made you wanting more. still grinding on now his hard cock, you moaned “tetsu –nrgh ah. j-just fuck me already.’' he chuckled. “okay. let’s get you to the bedroom first, hm?’’ “no. no, i can’t- want you to fuck me here.” you said. “feeling needy today, huh, kitten?’’ you nodded while kissing and biting his neck, giving him bruises. after all, you wanted to feel him more, one last time, right. but giving him marks was evil. it felt like you gave him a reminder of this night, of you leaving. you felt guilty, once again. he lifted you off of his lap so he could unzip his pants. you were lazily kissing him while undoing his shirts buttons. after you were done undressing him, he undressed you in a minute. he touched your sensitive cunt. “you’re already so wet for me sweetheart.’’ you blushed at his comment. he pumped two of his fingers in your pussy, earning a moan from you. “tetsu- wait, stop. i don’t need stretch. just fuck me. please.’’ you said. he looked confused. ‘’whatever you say, kitten.’’ and with that he removed his fingers and licked them. you looked at him weirdly and he said “what? you taste good. can’t i taste my pretty kitten?’’ not being able to form a thought, you only moaned. he moved his now shiny lips to your tits. kissing one and groping the other. “hm? is it that bad if i wanna taste my baby, when she’s all wet for me?’’ he said. you once again, moaned. he bited your nipple while pinching the other. you were growing impatient. pulling his hair you said “are you gonna fuck me or do i need to do that all by myself?’’ “ooh someone’s impatient.

why don’t you do the latter?’’ “oh. i will.’’ with that you put his leaky tip inside of you. earning a groan from him. you began to take his length in. “ yeah that’s my kitten. taking me so well.’’ he praised. after you took all of his length, you waited for him to thrust. he didn’t. so you slowly began to ride him. holding onto his shoulders for support. your agonizingly slow pace made him impatient. wrapping one arm around your waist, other on your back, burying his face on your chest, he controlled the thrusts. you hold his face that was at your chest with both of your arms. you two were holding onto each other. with this position, it almost looked like you two were hugging each other. his thrusts got faster. you pulled his hair and he looked up to you. “tet- tetsu, fuck, i’m so close.’’ you said. he replied, speaking through his teeth “oh yeah? why don’t you come for me then? come all around this dick, huh? you can do that for me, right?’’ with his words you climaxed. your insides squeezing him made him orgasm as well. kissing your forehead he moved you off of his lap. you bursted into tears after some time he got blankets around both of you. you two stayed like that for a minute. “let’s get you clean- woah hey, hey angel? what’s wrong? did i hurt you? tell me, what’s wrong?’’ he said moving his hand to your cheek. you thought about if you should tell him you were gonna leave right now for a minute, still leaning for his touch. and decided it would be the best to tell him now. “tetsu, i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.” you said. “y/n? why are you saying this out of nowhere? we were just having a good time, what’s going on?’’ he replied. “i just can’t do this. i’m sorry. you can do much better. i can’t always feel like i’m holding you back from the stuff you wanna do. i can’t always feel like i owe you for loving me. i can’t just sit and wait for you to break my heart. i can’t-’’ “so you’ll leave? over something that didn’t even happen?’’ he cut you off. he looked hurt. you couldn’t answer him. with glossy eyes, choking back on a tear he said “you know, it’s not fair that you were the only one knowing this was the last time i’ll ever touch you.’’ you couldn’t answer him, again. you just cried more. “i’m sorry, tetsu. i fucking hate seeing you like this. i hate to see your heartbreak.’’ you said, crying still. you continued “i know i’ve said i wouldn’t let my past affect my relationship with you. but i failed. i love you and i’m sorry for letting you down like this. i’ll always remember you good. i hope you can too. you’ll always have a special place in my heart. i wish you the best this world can ever give.’’ “y/n, it seems like you’ve already made up your mind. so all i’m gonna say is i love you. i always have, i always will. i hope you’ll be with someone who’ll love you more than me. so that you never doubt their love and actually be happy with them.’’ he replied. you both cried, not looking at each other. you dressed and grabbed your stuff. with red, puffy eyes and rough voice he said “don’t worry about your stuff. i’ll drop them by your house tomorrow.’’ you thanked him. he walked you to the door and opened it for you. “be careful okay, it’s kinda late now.’’ he said. “yeah i will, thanks.’’ you two awkwardly stood at the door frame for a moment. you should’ve leave right then. but you didn’t. instead you hugged him. you wanted to feel his warm hugs one last time. you wanted to feel safe in his arms, just one more time. he hugged you back, he held you as long as he can. you whispered “i’m sorry.’’ to his chest, not knowing if he even heard it. you pulled apart after some time. he patted your back. you looked at him once more, burying his image into your mind. “so. this is it, huh.’’ he said. “yeah.’’ “goodbye, y/n l/n.’’ “goodbye, kuroo tetsurou.’’

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sorryimanon · 4 years

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Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x NB!Reader

Warnings: some angst, FLUFF, and our boys being the best boys.

In which they comfort you after a rough day or week

A/N: im sorry if Izukus section is shorter than Bakugou’s. trying to practice writing other characters. enjoy!

Saturday's are reserved strictly by the majority of the girls from class 1-A, leaving the guys to hibernate inside their dorms as they allow the commencement of girls night. You've never rain checked nor rejected the idea of spending quality time with your friends, considering all the tribe's and trepidation's everyone has endured together during their time at the academy. It's nice to just strip away the stress and dip your toes in pure relaxation.

Unfortunately, you woke up with a bad case of cloudy thoughts. For the past week you've been carrying the weight of dread, causing your mood to drastically change throughout the day. You'd be having a civil conversation with someone one minute and then the next minute you're completely irritated by their presence. You've tried to balance it out and fix it overnight with the regimes you researched on the internet. A new sleeping schedule, healthier diet, yoga, and even went to the extreme of writing in a journal. It was all so cut throat and prestigious, nothing close to your liking. Katsuki made fun of you for it one day when he snuck into your room and read the many inscriptions in your journal entries.

"This stuff reminds of Deku. Always shoving his nose in that stupid notebook of his," he didn't care much to hear your refutes about Izuku. "Anyways, what's with all this depressing shit you are writing? You don't really feel this way do you?"

You didn't give him a definite answer that day. Only a curt "no" and he resumed rambling about his day like nothing happened, having you listening with his voice like white noise going in one ear and out the other.

And that's how it went on throughout the duration of the prior week before Saturday.

Inside the confinement of your dorm, you made the rational decision to sleep in instead of attending classes. The chilling thoughts kept you up all night, never once allowing sleep to take full throttle. You tossed and turned around on your bed, unable to shut off your brain. So when you woke up in the peak of late afternoon, you weren't surprised to see the unread messages on your phone. All of them were from your explosive boyfriend.

King Explosion🤍: Oi you running late? Mr.Sleepy head is taking roll call

King Explosion🤍: y/n where tf r u?

King Explosion🤍: fine don't answer me ig

King Explosion🤍: are you at least coming down for lunch? i made curry last night and imma make you finish it

King Explosion🤍: fking hurry before dunce face eats it

King Explosion🤍: nvm he ate it 😐

Katsuki never intended for the message to be funny. He's probably blowing actual steams of smoke through his nostrils and ears while chasing kamanari amongst the halls. The comical imagery made you laugh harder. At least he made you crack a smile. You haven't shown any emotions let alone a hint of enthusiasm for tonight.

Maybe it'd be best to sit this one out.

"Hey, we're missing a person! Where's my y/n?" Mina asked after scanning the group of girls huddled around on the carpeted floor.

Momo shifted uncomfortably on the cushioned pillow she stole from the couch. "Y/N said she wasn't feeling too well to join us for tonight. Something about food poisoning and throwing up every hour."

In unison all the girls gasped, along with a concerned 'ribbit' from Tsuyu.

"Well I hope she gets to feeling better. I wouldn't want her to endure such sickness for much longer," Tsuyu croaked out.

Everyone in the circle agreed and promised to pay a visit later in the night to check on you.

On the fourth floor, Katsuki stared blankly at his phone, hands shaking due to the repressed anger he's been holding. Each of the messages he sent previously were all left on read, including the one he sent an hour ago asking if he could have a cuddle session with you before girls night. Yes, even an ill tempered guy such as him enjoys sappy shit like cuddling. After pacing back and forth in his room for a solid 5 minutes, he was now dead set on confronting you in front of your friends.

Katsuki made a beeline for the elevator and aggressively pressed the 1st floor button repeatedly in hopes it'll make the process go quicker. He reached the commons area in precision time, overhearing the girls giggle after someone suggested playing truth or dare. He towered over Uraraka's figure, casting a demonic shadow version of himself in the circle. Hagakure shrieked and clung onto Jirou.

"Where's y/n you extras?" He demanded, voice deafening the brunette under him.

"She didn't come tonight. She's in her dorm room sick," Jirou explained to him as she tried pry the invisible girl off her arm.

"Like hell she's sick!" Katsuki spun around quickly and retreated back to the elevator, mumbling obscenities under his breath. "She's going to pay for being so careless and irresponsible."

The commons room fell silent once the explosive blonde disappeared behind the doors of the elevator, all eyes searching each other in complete shock. Uraraka was the first to speak out of the small group.

“Should we warn y/n that Bakugou is coming for her?”

Jirou averted her gaze to the direction bakugou left off from, a ghost of a smirk spreading on her face.

“Nah. Knowing y/n, she can handle the asshole on her own.”

King Explosion🤍: can i come over? i wanna cuddle, i miss u

The text message kept flashing behind your eyes every-time you closed them - a sad image of Katsuki waiting impatiently for you to reply back with a heart or one of those unusual memes he unapologetically adores. You knew he’d be furious, no doubt about it, but you rationalized your decision and concluded it would be best to avoid your boyfriend like the plague till this undesired feeling dissipates. Katsuki doesn’t do well with people being emotional, let alone handle his own emotions for god’s sake.

Your own thoughts were interrupted by someone raping the outside of your door. The continuous knocks made your head spin, a painful sting ghosting back and forth between your eyes. Remembering back to an hour ago, you messaged one of the girls that you weren’t going to make it to tonight’s session. Surely they respected your wishes and continued on with their hangout? But you forgot about the one person who’s persistent and stubborn like a cat.

“I know you’re in there y/n! You may have fooled your idiotic friends with a lie, but you keep on forgetting you’re terrible at lying!” Katsuki hollers against the wood of the door, not once being considerate of those living above her.

He’s right. You’re absolutely horrible at making up excuses for yourself. Dating someone as intuitive as him will be the death of you.

“If there’s something going can you at least let me in? You can’t ignore me forever y/n.”

Again, he’s right.

You slipped out from the comfort of your bed and padded towards the door, mentally preparing for the blonde to scold you once he enters your room. What you weren’t prepared for was the tears swelling up in the ducts of his vermillion eyes - his hands clenched tightly into fists as he looked down at you. Your breathing hitched when his arm outstretched to rest on the door frame to keep his trembling body steady.

“What the hell y/n? Why the fuck have you been ignoring me?! Did I do something wrong?!” He asked, not caring about his current appearance.

You grab ahold of his other arm and absentmindedly started rubbing it affectionately, trying to coax him into calming down. “Katsuki no! You didn’t do anything wrong! Why would you think that?”

“Because dumbass, you’ve been distant this past week,” he paused, choking on his words. “Are...are you breaking up with me?”

Your eyes shot up instantly at his horrifying assumption. “Katsuki, if I tell you the truth, will you promise not to make things worse for me?”

He tilted his head in confusion, but nodded once you led him into your messy bedroom. Once inside, your boyfriend plopped down on your bed, watching intently as you anxiously bit down on your nails - a nervous habit you picked up at the beginning of the school year.

“I’ve been feeling weird lately. Ever since the beginning of last week. I don’t know how to describe it but, my brain is constantly feeding into my already negative state. Telling me things I know aren’t true but I’ve convinced myself they are. Almost as if a grey cloud is hovering above me,” tears were already starting to pour down your cheeks. “I just...I just feel so miserable and lonely and useless and irritated and- I’m so sorry for ignoring you. You probably want nothing to do with me after this!”

You manage to turn away from the sight of the blonde during your speech, ashamed of pouring out your emotions onto a person who disregards other peoples emotions and constitutes them as a quote on quote “pussy”.

From behind, you can hear faint shuffling nearing your already shaken up figure. A pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a wall that could only be described as his own chiseled chest, doing the same as you did moments ago with his arm - lulling you to calm down a notch before he stared speaking.

“If you been feeling this way, why lie when I asked you a few days ago after reading your journal?”

“I know how you are, Katsuki. You get very uncomfortable when people talk about their feelings. So, why should I be any different?”

Your boyfriend suddenly maneuvers you around in the circle of his arms, shifting to where you’re now making direct eye contact with him. His gaze intense and unwavering.

“Because you’re my girlfriend? I don’t give a rats ass about any of these extras. When it comes to you, I’d make an exception for. I made that promise to myself when we first started seeing each other. So don’t think for a second that I’ll disregard your true feelings, dumbass.” He stepped a couple of inches backwards, ankles eventually hitting the bottom of your bed - making him fall and dragging you along with him. You landed on top of him, head still buried in the depths of his hard chest. The vibrations of his chuckle shook your whole body. Katsuki gently titled your head to be leveled with his, a red tint of blush painting his pallid cheeks.

“I’m being serious though. Don’t be afraid to come to me when things get tough, okay? I love you too much to see you like this.”

Next thing you knew your boyfriend stole your breath away by meshing his plump lips onto yours, hands snaking their way into your hair and carefully massaging it. By all means, you let him have his way with you by kissing the sadness away, tears puddling together cheek on cheek.

He let go eventually, pecking a quick chaste kiss on the side of your mouth before hauling you further into the bed. You settled on letting him spoon you, knowing how much he likes the feeling of your backside pressed against him, and the fruity aroma of your hair infiltrating his senses.

“I promise Katsuki,” you said after some time during the cuddle session.

He shifted in his spot, head placed firmly in the crook of your neck. “Promise what?”

“That I’ll come to you when these thoughts return again. I should trust you by now, and I need to not let these emotions ruin everything in my life. I love you that much.

Your confession swelled the very last evidence of Katsuki being a human being, his heart.

He smiled weakly to himself and nuzzled more into your shoulder, brushing his warm lips against the tender skin. “You better, dumbass.”

Today was just so exhausting, and the big fat 'D-‘ written in red ink on your final report was the icing on the cake. To make things even worse, Aizawa reminded the whole class before the exam that this was to determine wether or not if you'll be joining the training camp that'll commence the following winter break.

Hopefully this was one of your teacher's terrible deception tactics into making everyone do their absolute best, go plus ultra even. But to your dismay, he was indeed very serious of the matter this time.

It wasn't your fault, not entirely. You stayed up all night listening to another one of your boyfriends rambles, the conversation lasting till 2 am. Izuku grew worrisome and anxious ever since his encounter with a gruesome villain, thus resulting in him to pour his emotions out onto you. Poor baby kept mentioning the safety of All Might and you.

Solemnly, you left class and trailed back to your dorm room, wanting to ignore the jovial atmosphere inside the cramped room as everyone traded and talked about their scores.

Izuku noticed you leaving abruptly and got up from his desk to follow you behind, bidding a quick goodbye to his friends.

Your room was dark and dramatically colder than usual, a trickle of light threatening to pour in from the cascading sunset. You laid down on your stomach with one of your pillows propped on your head, in hopes to shield away anyone from seeing your ugly-crying face.

Too late because Izuku was already standing outside your dorm room, swaying back and forth on his feet while biting down harshly on his lip. He can hear your soft cries seeping through the door. He doesn't know why he's hesitating, he's your boyfriend after all.

Moments later you hear the acute sounds of someone knocking on your door, followed by the soft spoken voice of your green haired boyfriend.

"Baby? Can I come in? I-If that's okay with you I m-mean! It's alright if you need some space but you left class so early I figured something happened to you and I got really worried because you always wait for Iida and uraraka to walk us back to the dorms as a group and maybe it had something to do with what I was telling you last night-."

You crack the door just a smidge before fully opening it, revealing your bloodshot eyes and tear stained shirt to him. His breathing hitched once his eyes fixated on your disheveled state.

"Can you comfort me? I need you right now Izuku," your voice cracked a little, throat still tight after the crying session.

His strong, lean arms wrapped around your body momentarily, encasing you into a bear hug. Hugs from Izuku were amazing, no exceptions. He placed a quick peck on the crown of your forehead.

"C'mon, let's get inside and snuggle. How does that sound?" he asked as he unwrapped himself and took your trembling hand, leading you back inside the dimly lit room.

Izuku laid you gently down on your side once reaching the bed, crawling alongside with you before draping the covers over the both of you. His familiar hands snake around your waist and nudges you to roll over. You obliged and shifted your body to face his, sparkly green eyes staring straight at you.

"Tell me, what's wrong baby? Does it have to do with the recent exam?" his thumb started tracing delicate lines on your hips, your uniform long gone and now replaced with comfortable clothes instead.

"I failed Izuku...I did so terrible on the written exam. I kept falling in and out of sleep during the test that I didn't have time to finish the middle portion of it," you exhaled a shaky breath. "Who knows what'll happen on the practical. I'll probably fail that too...I'm such a failure compared to everyone."

Izuku grabbed the tender flesh of your cheeks and directed your vision to level with his. He looked angry and concerned.

"Don't say that y/n! You're not a failure! That exam doesn't determine wether or not if you're good enough to be a hero. I've seen you in action hun, and I know for a fact that you're possibly the most strongest person I've met in my lifetime! You're ambitious, smart, determined, and so freaking beautiful." He then kissed you tenderly on the lips, his eyes closing slightly due to the contact.

"So...freaking...beautiful." He whispers against your mouth.

His sentimental words were enough for you to push back the negativity and simply enjoy the intimate moment.

Izuku lifted his head away from your face to rest it against your temple. "You're going to do great things, okay? One failing grade isn't going to be the end of the world. Trust me sweetheart, I've had my fair share in failures during our time here in Yuuei. But look at me now, still standing."

You nuzzled more into his chest, tickling his chin with your hair. Faintly, you can hear the pitter patter of his heart beat bursting through his rib cage.

"Would you love me even if I was a horrendous looking-failure?" you were clearly teasing him, but sometimes Izuku became dense when it came to that.

"Y/n! W-Why would you ask that! Of course I would you dummy! I'd love you no matter what."

This time you return the favor and kiss him, knowing how to easily fluster him in seconds. He whimpers into your mouth at the sudden contact and cups your jawline affectionately.

The two of you stayed like that till the moon shone through the balcony curtains, illuminating your skin in a dusty glow.

Lips bruised and swollen red, you laid lifelessly in his arms, letting him wove his scarred fingers through your hair. Izuku would occasionally stop to peck your lips, then resumes his attention back to your hair.

"I'm sorry by the way. I shouldn't have kept you up last night before the exam. I'm such a horrible boyfriend..." he admitted suddenly.

"Yes. Yes you are."

He gasped and stopped his movements altogether, obviously taken aback by your blunt words.

You giggled and said, "Kidding. You're the best boyfriend. Apology accepted.”

After hearing that, Izuku shoved himself onto your chest and let out muffled cry. "D-Don't scare me like that. Almost made me have a heart a-attack!"

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felassan · 3 years

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Thoughts on Dark Fortress #1

(This post is under a cut due to spoilers.)

NB, my thoughts on the first pages that came out in the preview are collected here [spoilers at link], so I won’t repeat myself.

Okay here we go :D I’ve posted up my fav panels but always want a space where I can burble at length.. (I’m late in posting this bc recently for the last few days I’ve been obsessing over politics in my country as it’s the run-up to election time.. I haven’t read anyone elses’ thoughts on it either so I could be behind on prevailing speculation or whats known or something) The preview pages ended at the panel when Aaron says “Vaea is right”, so that’s where I’m beginning.

I can’t put my finger on why but I really like the “don’t tell me I’ve had too much to drink” panel showing a Tevinter street. It’s a neat blend of “Tevinter is advanced relative to much of the rest of known Thedas, but also ominous, but also a place where people live and go about their lives, and also not going too heavy on the cyberpunk angle”. I dig the composition ‘leading’ the eye up the street and the consistency with the recently-seen DA4 materials that have red lighting in Tevinter buildings, similar building shapes etc. ig I’m pretty obsessed with the idea of the DA4 PC & party walking up streets like these.

I wonder how Aaron felt witnessing Tractus’ drunken scenes in the pub :(

Tractus’ attitude towards the barman here shows the influence and power Magisters wield in Tevinter, and the fear of them common among the mundane populace

digging the Tevinter-y motifs & design of the bartop, bar shelving etc. it feels like thought went into it

I’d watch a spinoff show or read a story where Marius and Ser Aaron have to team up in order to achieve something

Vaea is so badass and agile! I appreciate that the shot of her up high was tasteful and didn’t like, weirdly contort her body, have a weird leering angle or emphasize things in that way comic art often does for women at moments like these

so in Tevinter, lamps give off red light (seen in the bar scene). are the windowpanes themselves also red?

good thinking Vaea grabbing the staff. great sense of snappiness and motion in this panel. her landing reminds me of squirrels doing the superhero pose landing actually :)

tfw you and a dog burst out of a wardrobe

Tractus recognizing Fenris, it seems - did they encounter each other when Tractus was young, or does he just know of him (distinctive markings and all that)? if the former, I have a feeling we might get a flashback scene to that time in a future issue

cutting to look at Francesca when Tractus talks about Fenris murdering his father is GENIUS. look at the sadness on her face here; “you murdered your father” is exactly what she’s been telling herself and struggling with all this time

nice to see staff-less magic in action

Tractus seems to have drawn power from the red orb set in his staff. he reaches out to it and it responds by glowing and the staff moving, but he wasn’t doing a Jedi ‘use my Jedi powers to make my thrown lightsaber [staff] return to my hand’, as you might expect, he was instead charging up and drawing magical energy/power from it [the orb], as seen by the red light in his hand in the next panel. this reinforces my earlier wonderings that the red orb is notable and that there’s some connection between it and his red eyes. later in the panel when he’s trying to cast on the floor his eyes seem lit up (altho it could just be lighting & dramatic effect)

I wonder if Fenris thinks of Anders and Justice when Tractus says “justice”. There was once a mage in Fenris’ life who was really focused on justice..

the combat scenes are beautifully drawn, thought out and colored

Fenris’ lines here are really metal, badass and impactful. I could hear Gideon Emery’s voice in my head as I read these bits - the word choice of “hounded” helps with that I think, it immediately recalls Fenris talking with anger about how Hadriana denied his meals and hounded his sleep. they nail how Fenris speaks, the pattern and words he tends to use, etc

PHASING POWERS in action!! this is very cool to see, this ability of his didn’t get touched on much at all in DA2 outside of combat or a few scenes

I enjoy the contrast between the red and blue glows

Fenris is understandably merciless

“Perhaps if you had it carved into you” feels like foreshadowing for the ‘red wraith’

:( the reminder that the very thing Fenris struggles with feelings of hate and fear towards is carved into his skin for the rest of time and always will be

Vaea is brave to step in, standing up for what she believes is right and also re-centering focus on the critical mission at hand

;___; Autumn helping keep Tractus on the ground. she is such a good girl. she Help

“You’re lucky the mabari is here” - having Fenris in a dark light here relative to the rest of the panel is nicely symbolic

oh shit!! some plot advancement in terms of the ongoing story of the wider world. The Antaam have now reached Neromenian!! the invasion is progressing further and further into Tevinter. how far will it have come by the time of DA4? will there be an active war front not far from Minrathous? I appreciate the comics from this team a lot, here and there they push forward the ‘story of Thedas’ not just the story of the comic’s focus. also, I like that the Qunari soldiers here aren’t clones of one another but all look different. different hairstyles, sizes/bodies, clothes

love how our group work together, everyone has a strength and a role to play, the teamwork, the delegation, they’re like a DA basegame party or a D&D party

the way Fenris’ hand and arm glow in this sequence has been drawn/colored is smart - calling to mind the image of blue veins running through someone’s arm or below the skin on the backs of their hands

Fenris has surely picked up Fereldan sayings from Hawke.. stop .. my heart ;__;

the Fenris/Autumn exchange

this is so intense.. why do I get the feeling that Fenris has used this sort of torture technique before in his hunting and extermination of Danarius’ adult children campaign and/or his hunting of slavers as the BW with Shirallas campaign. it feels like he has done this sort of thing before in the time post-Kirkwall. I like that they didn’t hold back with a bit of gore here and there in this issue (phasing a hand and then solidifying it inside someone’s body, the Qunari attack portion in the street etc), while at the same time not being excessive with it.

this miniseries so far has good pacing, things moving along nicely and not being too slow or meandering

it’s smart having Tractus’ explanation of how to get in stay off-screen to the reader while we follow Francesca calling the alarm. It means we get to find out as we watch them infiltrate

omg those puncture wounds from his talons

when Fenris is about to kill Tractus after he tells him what he wanted to know, I’m strongly reminded of how he promised to let Hadriana go then killed her anyway, regardless of player choice. he has his ruthless streak and it feels like a callback. and before, when he was standing over Tractus when he was on the floor, echoes that scene in A Bitter Pill when he stands over Hadriana on the ground, who also reached for her staff

Tractus pale with bloodloss and fear

lmao @ Fran and Autumn’s faces when they walk in on this scene

Fenris listening to Vaea is nicely consistent with his character too imo - there are times in DA2 when Hawke can be like “Fenris no don’t do the Thing” and he doesn’t do the Thing

I have missed the way Fenris’ nose bridge crinkles when he’s angry

I wonder what the consequences of leaving Tractus alive will be. [tv announcer voice] FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DARK FORTRESS

so the ritual will only take minutes to complete huh 👀

wow Neromenian has truly fallen, reeducation of the people of Tevinter continues as in Three Trees to Midnight in TN

explaining that they are speaking in Qunlat is a nice immersive touch and shows attention to detail of the lore of the world

bobbly-shoulders Qunari, Legolas hair Qunari, septum piercing Qunari, bobbly-brow Qunari, undercut Qunari. I wonder if the shoulder and brow protrusions are aspects we’ll see in the Qunaris’ latest design in DA4?

poor Tractus can’t catch a break lol. it has Not been Tractus’ day

Karasten: an infantry field commander

bit of Tevinter lampshading, lil fourth wall break with “This land and its obsession with magic. There is always a forbidden ritual with them” hhhhhh

Ringwraith on a horse moment at the end there

strong ending, can’t wait for next month weww.. 👀

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writefightandflightclub · 2 years

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Hey kitten, long time no speak, because guess who just spent several weeks trying to clear up the mess of “snuggle-bunny-gate”.

I suppose you think that was really clever, don’t you? I ask you (nicely, may I add!) to keep stumm and you post my message to tumblr, of all sites? The only social media platform that refuses to sell their user data to me? (I mean, what kind of weirdo concept is that, anyway?)

(For the record, all of my bots were, are and always will be perfectly under control. The Ava incident was part of an experiment that went exactly the way it was supposed to go within one standard deviation of the mean.)

Anyway, I really think you owe me some serious snuggle time now.

I also may have added some blankets and cushions to the main kitchen, because I observed how you actually seem to enjoy sitting on the kitchen floor for extended periods of time. Just to be clear, I only did this because it makes my kidneys hurt whenever I see you sitting on those cold tiles.

Okay, fine, I really miss you and it would make me really happy to spend the holidays with you. There. I said it. I miss your weird illogical arguments, I miss the way that you light up a room just by entering it and I really really miss your cuddles. I can’t believe those words actually found their way through the neural circuits of my brain. Even my synapses are soft for you!

Merry Christmas, Snuggle Bunny!

- Nathan 🤍

Hey Nathan,

Look, I’m sorry about snuggle-bunny-gate…but, honestly, don’t you think I’m doing your public image a favour? Half the internet has a crush on you since I leaked your soft boyfriend potential (okay, and mainly since I shared that shirtless photo of you in my IG stories 🥵). I’m sure that all has to translate to profit somehow, right?

On that note - omg, honey, we should totally create a joint Tik-Tok account! The followers would love it! (Relax Nathan, and let that vein in your forehead settle, I’m definitely joking about that one.)

Regardless though, I admit I did cause you some extra work, and I’m more than happy to make it up to you with copious amounts of snuggles.

Also, I know, I know. I’ll accept that your bots were somewhat under control, but I just don’t like the thought of you being hurt, alright? I care about you.

And - Bateman? The blankets and cushions? Are you trying to kill me with cuteness? *clears throat emphatically* I mean, yes, that’s a very… practical suggestion of you. You are very practical and logical and definitely not so adorable that my insides hurt with a need to squish you and kiss you on your big bald head.

I weirdly miss you too, you grumpy beefcake. (Though I heavily dispute that my arguments are illogical - I am right about everything all of the time and especially about the fact you do NOT need to go into space just because it’s trendy for billionaires right now, okay?)

I am so happy to spend the holidays with you. I can’t think of anywhere better, in fact.

How do you want to see in the New Year? If you’ve not made plans, I have some ideas in mind… and they definitely involve you doing a dance for me. 😆💃

Merry Christmas, Nathan.

Kind regards (because I know you’ll ride me if I talk about feelings too much),

Snuggle Bunny 🧡🐰🐱

#ANON I LOVE YOU YOU’RE THE SWEETEST #ALSO YOU TOTALLY NAILED NATHAN THIS IS THE BEST 😀😀😀#THANK YOUUUUUUUU FOR THIS TREAT!#🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡#A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU 🧡💕🧡💕🧡💕🧡💕🧡💕#AND INFINITE GRATITUDE THAT YOU WOULD BE SO THOUGHTFUL!#LOVE FOR ANON FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS #Nathan bateman x Luna #Nathan x Luna #Nathan Bateman

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snickiebear · 3 years

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yo nadia <3333 i'm bored in my online classes and u reblogged the questions thingy at the right time lmao, so get ready: 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 17, 23, 24, 28, 30!!!, 34, 38, 39, 40 (the intimacy of being understood) (imma stop here lol) (also i'm sorry u're not feeling well, ily and hope u'll feel better soon!! <33333)

ELE ILY. (and thank you, i’m stayin home today cause,,, yeah. i appreciate you sm.) you’re the literal best, i adore you.

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

The first fanfiction i read was for The Lunar Chronicles when I was like 11?? and it was 100% on accident and it scarred me because it was a hardcore porn one with a period kink and i was like WHAT IS THIS??? OH MY GOD???? LMAOOOOO i didn’t pick it back up until i was 13-14 and really got into the Fairy Tail fandom. I still reread my favorites on ff.net cause i love them.

As for writing, I wrote a horrible, terrible x-men fanfiction when I was twelve. (my friend still brings it up and REFUSES to delete it so it still gets comments and views, that shit HAUNTS ME ELE.) then tried again for Fairy Tail, posted like two chapters before taking it down cause i wasn’t really feeling it. And then I posted The Intimacy Of Being Understood and here we are.

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

OMGG okok

@murd3rm1ttens ‘s The Problem How Time Works IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS YOU GUYS NEED TO HOP ON IT ASAP. MITTEN’S WRITING SO SO SO SO GOOD. SAKURA AND INO ARE TOTAL BADASSES. KAKASHI IS A SIMPPPP. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD.

@mouseymightymarvellous ‘s We Were Screaming In Color (Only A Possibility) yes, yes I KNOW. i always point into mousey’s direction but i WILL always advocate that everyone reads her fics, they’re literally so beautiful???? i just happen to be rereading WWSIN rn

@safelycapricious ‘s Shaking Up And Breaking Down series. I found this like?? idfk but i’ve been raving about it ever since. ALSO CHECK OUT THEIR FICS IN GENERAL.

fuck i have more than three but also check out @ambivalens999 ‘s Masks

i do wanna make a fic rec thing where i just rav about my favs,,, might do that later or sum

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

Omniscient third person. I don’t like it. Like I can understand that it can be a little hard to stay in one person’s perspective but, in my opinion, if you can, it shows how disciplined you are as a writer. Plus, i just get so confused when I go from A’s thoughts to suddenly what B is thinking about A.

When writers use ‘ ‘ instead of “ “. When writers put thoughts in ‘ ‘ instead of just italicizing them. It’s small things but like they just bother me sO MUCH. most of the time i can ignore it and try to enjoy but other times i just dip.

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

@espoir-et-reves !!!!! THEIR SHISAKU FICS ARE SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. And they have a warring states one going on THAT I AM SO OBSESSED WITH.

@writer168 idk if they’re really “underrated” but THEY HAVE SUCH GREAT FICS ON AO3. Like theres an AU with sakura, kiba, and shino that i reread constantly because it just. is. so. fucking. GOOD. and they posted a new one that i’m YELLING about.

@eggtoasties okay they only have 2 in the naruto fandom (one shisaku which is still ongoing) BUT THEIR WRITING STYLE IS SO NICE?? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I still go back and reread their shikasaku one cause UGH i can’t get enough. I love it.

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Fandoms: Naruto, Soul Eater, The Old Guard, ATLA

Parings: KakaSaku/ShikaSaku/ShiSaku/MultiSaku, SoMa, Joe X Nicky, Zukka

Character: SAKURA. I will read anything with Sakura as the main character and her being a fuckin badass or becoming a badass. I love her.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

aha.. haha.. well. I check my email like three times an hour. its the first thing i check in the mornings too. I’m literally a whore for praise and literally eat up feedback like its going out of style. I also reread a lot of my stuff because i make so many mistakes and spelling errors, or the spacing is weird oR SOMETHING. plus, literally any and all comments make my day, i go back and reread them cause they just make me feel so tingly and warm like “wow. this person enjoyed the fic/my writing enough to tell me. thats HUGE!”

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

Angry, feral, bloodied, morally gray women. They aren’t bad guys, they’re probably the good guy, but that doesn’t mean they cant be fucking raging at the world with raw knuckles and blood on their teeth. I just love an angry woman who struggles with her emotions and just has so much inner conflict but that doesn’t take away from her character or badassery, it adds to it.

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?

The fake dating or miscommunication troupe. LIKE GUYS JUST TALK. AND TELL EACH OTHER OMFG. the entire like obliviousness of “nah they dont like me” while the They holds their hand and kisses their cheek. MOFO WHAT. it makes me so impatient and like mad HAAHHAHA. its probably because i’m a pretty confrontational person so seeing stuff like that just “cmon bro, USE YO HEAD.”

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

I have yet to receive a negative comment! Which i was really surprised about tbh. As for deadlines or pressure to update, i just kind of do whatever. I do set goals, but i set them flexible enough that hey, if i can’t do it, that’s okay.

I have a lot of mini goals, like “i want to write this chapter and get it done this week” and then the large goal is “FINISH BY END OF MAY” so i have time.

Actually, now that I think on it, the entire pressure to update thing is probably why i’m waiting until I have all of OL&W written to post it weekly,, cause well. I wouldn’t wanna leave you guys waiting as I tried to write and work out the next chapters and stuff, you know?

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

AAAAAA YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE AHAHAHAH

Have you seen the way the dead dance, World Breaker? They roar, half mad and starving. Do you not wish, do you not hope to see them twist and bend and dance to your will?

Shikamaru snarls, looking behind his shoulders to where his Shadows lay. “Patience.” He spits. “Is of the essence, Things of Ancient. Know your place as the dark you are.”

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

None of my experiences match up to anything I write tbh,,, probably the only thing that is me in my writing is maybe the emotional turmoil? I’m pretty emotionally and mentally mature because from a pretty young age i started forming my own opinions, started looking into the world around us and being like “dude what the fuck this is not what disney advertised”. Then i started talking (read: arguing and debating) with my dad about a lot of it. So, like emotions are kind of hard for me. Like i’m pretty good at controlling them or understanding them, but still. idk its hard to explain ig.

Like the weight of stress, the anger, the sadness. It’s kind of therapeutic to write. Cause i don’t know how to put those feelings to verbal words so writing them really helps.

As for my readers’ image? Probably like some kind of hunched over figure typing away in the dark with a maniacal grin on their face. I honestly don’t know AHHAHAHA but it is fun to think about. I think they’d see me as someone with potential but a lot of room to grow and someone who is imperfect but in a charming way LMAOOOO

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?

I’m gonna be real honest. Its probably like a 2. I’m a bit of a control freak so I almost always go in chronological order, my writing is pretty linear. Unless, i get bored and jump to one of my fav parts. It's pretty much i sit down, i open the doc, read over my notes and just start writing.

It’s a little boring to explain AHAHAHA but once i get into the groove of things its really fucking great, I can like feel myself in the world, I can feel what i want the characters to, i love it. I catch myself mouthing the words as i type too, which i find hilarious.

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I rather like how raw my writing is sometimes. Which might sound really vain, but i do like the way i word things or describe things. I love juxtaposition and repetition, or making a good ole circle back to some minute detail that wouldn’t stand out until i repeat it at the end and you’re like “omg” AHAHAHAHA.

Like those little poetic snippets or certain wording i just sit back and go “damn thats kinda good nadia! go you!’ HAHAHA

40. How did you come up with the idea for The Intimacy Of Being Understood?

AAAAA this fic is like my first child, my pride and joy LMAO

so the idea initially came when i was reading some fic, idk if it was even naruto, but i was like “i don't like this, but i do like the rain symbolism.” And I knew i wanted to write something kind of slow paced, something a little sad and angsty, but would show KakaSaku slowly but surely falling in love.

Idk if you’ve noticed but a lot of my fics, the pairings don’t change each other dramatically. They accept each other as they are and then they grow with together. Like that acceptance is something i just love writing, its so subtle, it isn’t something you declare. Its simply “I am going to love you. I am going to love you despite your flaws and faults. I am going to love you unconditionally because I know you, I understand you, and there is nothing you could do to drive me away.”

The fic kind of wrote itself after that first scene. I kept going back to the rain, go being ghosts, and resurrection, and the small epiphanies one gets. I wanted to focus on each character’s growth with each other. They didn’t find light in life because of each other, but with each other. And i think that’s my favorite thing about that fic.

I wanted something raw and real and just something beautiful. I’m actually really proud of it tbh. Would i go back and rewrite/edit it? Oh of course! I’d do that with every single one of my fics, but i’m not gonna cause i think its in its rawest form right now. :))))

ask me shit plz

#silly things from silly friends

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thethoughtsfromthreeam · 4 years

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A Work of Art

Pairing: The Mandalorian/ Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: @mandowhorian posted a prompt that came across my dash and goddamn it, I had to write it. Why does my brain do this to me when I got another fic to finish?

Also @amarvelousmandalorian wrote a ditty that gave me the jump I needed. Won’t ever be as good as some people’s but whatever, I had to get it out on paper, so to speak.

Reminder: I ain’t ever seen Pedro Pascal in FUCK ALL, I’m just coming up with this as I go along, using imdb.com, wiki, and 84,000 tabs I got open to plan out this shit. I also write soft versions of his characters so if you’re craving asshole vibes, I ain’t got any but my own to offer.

Tags: @zeldasayer , @romanticgumchewer, @beskars , @coolmaybelateruniverse , @the-feckless-wonder, @lavenderl3mons , @pascalisthepunkest , @mandoandyodito , @randomness501 , @fioccodineveautunnale

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When she heard footsteps coming up the walkway, she rose from her chair to open the door. She had just finished setting the table up for a meal, wondering if the man coming to her was going to enjoy her baked goods. At least the house smelled of warm sugar rather than the bitterness of oil paint that usually permeated the space.

“Mandalorian!” She called, waving at him with a large smile on her face. She made a small note that his arms were empty of the little green being he had taken under his wing. “I didn’t think you’d reach me by sundown, the rains have made the forest roads a little treacherous. Come in, the tea is almost ready!”

He stopped in his tracks, confusion radiating off him and she laughed. She was his bounty and she was inviting him in for tea? As he began to walk again, his steps were less certain as if he expected her to ambush him. He kept his hand near his blaster and continued up the stone pathway.

When he entered, the room seemed to shrink to half its size and for a moment, the Mandalorian felt awkward and unsure. He mentally berated himself for letting these odd thoughts invade his mind. She was the damn bounty and who cares if he was practically a bull in a china shop in her home? She was coming with him and it wouldn’t be hers for much longer.

“Where is the little one? I hope you haven’t left him on the ship unattended. I thought you’d have learned not to do that. No matter, we can make up a basket for you to take back. I’m sure you hardly have anything homemade in your storehouse.” She busied herself preparing plates of food and motioned for him to sit as she poured tea into heavy cups made of local wood. He didn’t move, completely unnerved by her comments. In the blink of an eye, he drew his blaster and pointed it at her. She merely smiled and his irritation grew.

“How do you know about the kid?” He growled at her, the hairs on his neck standing on end. What the hell was going on? Nothing about this seemed right to him.

“Exactly how I know about you, Din. And why you’re here. Please sit. I know you won’t eat with me around, but we can at least chat a bit.” When he didn’t move, she looked at him pointedly. “You sat on this job for four days even though you knew it could be done in twenty minutes. Sit down.”

She had him there. He sat down with a large thump and she worried he would break the wooden chair, sending himself sprawling into the stone wall behind him. She giggled a bit at the image, wondering if he’d knock himself senseless in that helmet of his. He pointed the blaster at her again.

“Talk, bounty.”

“I am Force sensitive, much like your little one and I know the Empire wishes to use us to regain power in the galaxy. That’s why you were sent after us.”

“Okay, but that doesn’t tell me how you know me or my name.” He still sounded hard, but he wasn’t growling at he any longer. Only a select few knew his name and no one since Mandalore had fallen had spoken it directly to him until Moff Gideon said it on Nevarro. And now this woman was speaking his name as sure as if they had been paired all their lives.

“I’ve always known you.” Behind the mask, Din’s jaw dropped and his hold on the blaster wobbled a bit.

“How?”

“The Force. Come with me.” When she rose, she skirted the table and laid a hand on his shoulder. Even through the layers of cloth and beskar, he could feel her warmth. He angled his helmet to look at her before standing up. He towered over her, his suit of armor crowding her out. She turned and walked through a small door and motioned for him to come in.

When entered he stopped and in his state of shock, the blaster fell from his hand. He was surrounded by. . . himself. The walls covered in images of his face in different mediums – oil, chalk, crayon, pastels, acrylics, ink, and even embroidery. No two pictures were the same and he slowly began to walk around the studio, taking it all in.

He saw his face as a child before it went under the helmet and there in a pencil drawing was his face after a night out with Ran’s crew. He looked up and saw a small portrait of himself holding the kid with the mudhorn insignia behind them. All around him his face – his history – was charted on these walls. Goosebumps broke out on his skin as he turned, seeking answers.

“When was I was ten, the Force began to grant me visions and sight. By the time I was fourteen, I saw your face for the first time. I was so in tune with your essence that I begun to draw you, to try and figure out who you were to me.”

“What did you discover?”

“You’re my soulmate.”

“Your what?!” He barked out a laugh, utterly shocked at her words. Soulmate? People really believed that tripe? He shook his head.

“How else to do you explain any of this?” He shrugged until she pointed to a picture on the mantle. He walked over and his breath hitched in his throat. It was his face on Nevarro, right before he nearly died. It was a harsh painting, dark with heavy blots of paint. The image was almost grainy, and he could feel pain radiating from it, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it were his or hers. He shuttered as he turned away.

“I watched you nearly die, Din. I felt it in my very core as your life force leaked from you and a part of me was taken with it.” She walked up to him and raised her hand. She tapped the back of his helmet, right over where the scar was. “Here. Right here is where my life nearly ended had it not been for a droid.”

There was no way for her to have known what transpired on Nevarro nor where his scar was. And yet, she did and when she touched his helmet, it was as if there was no metal between them. He could almost feel her soft fingertips along his skin.

“I do not know why the Force thought a Mandalorian would be good for me. But it did. And I have been haunted for years as you were reckless with Ran. I watched with pride as you became the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy. My heart clenched when you showed what a good man you are Din Djarin when you went back for that little one and saved his life. And I know you have thought about me.”

“What? I’ve never seen you before in my life and certainly I haven’t felt anything like you’re describing.” His goosebumps were turning to shivers that he tried to ignore – little fissures of truth coming out of the darkness to shame him. This was too weird, and he shook his head as if to clear everything. A simple bounty, that was all this was supposed to be.

“Give me your hand.” She looked at him and he looked down at her. When he didn’t move, she asked again. This time he complied and held it out to her. She looked at him while removing his glove, exposing his calloused hand to her. She laid her own soft hand on his and closed her eyes. Din stood rock still as he could feel her in his mind, in his soul. Her voice sounded in his brain.

“Din. Remember.” His eyes closed and suddenly a rush of memories came to him. Gut-wrenching tears as he laid dying. A smile that rang with laughter that he heard on the wind after receiving his sigil. A horrified gasp as he shot IG-11. A small caress filled with warmth as he laid in the Razor Crest while tracking a bounty on Hoth. A voice telling him to go the other way as he got lost in the jungles of Byss. A pair of eyes staring at him with love as he renounced Ran’s crew and left. Even further back to days on Mandalore when a girl made eyes at him that he didn’t return because the specter of a face in his mind told him to wait for her.

He gasped loudly as these broken images formed together into her. His bounty. She had always been there and yet she hadn’t. He opened his eyes to watch her staring at him with a calm look on her face. Those eyes, her voice, that face. He knew something about her bounty puck photo seemed familiar to him and yet he couldn’t ever place it. Now he knew why.

“How is it that you see me fully, but I couldn’t see you?” His voice was quiet, and he curled his hand around hers. Her smiled returned.

“You’re not Force sensitive to tune into the connection. But it was there for you, and it showed itself when it could or when your guard was down enough for you to feel.” She stopped smiling, brows knitting in concern. “Are you going to turn me in?”

“Hell no.” She let out a laugh.

“So, you’re just going to go around collecting Force-sensitive beings and protect us all from the Empire, then?” He stood there and dropped his head back, groaning. Oh Maker, he was in it now.

“Yeah, sounds like it.” He pulled his head forward to look at her. “I don’t know what this is between us, but I need more answers.”

“It’s a lot information, though, Din. It’ll take some time.”

“Come with me. We’ll make the time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He knew that despite the helmet that she could see his grin. He knew because her smile looked just like his.

#the mandalorian #the mandolorian x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #fanfic

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mx-in-words · 4 years

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good time

gryffindor!shownu x yourhouse!reader (moodboard)

word account: 1.7k ops

tags: FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS!AU DEAL WITH IT; fluff ;kinda angst; making out ( maybe more but not explicit); violence; shownu being badass hot and a soft bear!!! pls be careful to not bust all your uwus.

I am so sorry if you guys don’t like drabbles, but seems like i’m an anxious person and i like to rush stuff so,,, sorry ig :3

a normal day for you, going to your potion class just living your life

then this stupid ravenclaw boy with his crew start to shout out offensive things to you because you were a half-blood.

little did he know that, for more than 30 years, bullying and segregation about blood type were not allowed anymore in Hogwarts, thanks merlin.

one of the teachers petrified them, for one hour and they were taken to the director after.

all my friends asked if you were alright and you just nod. ugh, honestly? people are still like this? this is so overpassed.

anyways this day ended quickly and soon you apparate yourself to the centre of London with some friends. It's Friday, club day!

Little did you know what would happen.

before all the mess, let me explain who is shownu

he is, of course, the Quidditch main player, the leader, but he is also a very nice guy. But what no one understands is that he is very reticent and discreet, different from the other jocks. He does date some girls, but the regular type ones, he doesn't claim for attention and: he is everyone type. Smart, tall, handsome, has manners, athletic, good with spells and love all magical creatures of the school.

back to the club, after one hour you could find yourself wasted.

YES, this was a muggle club and that's what you love, people who don't know about your big secret and have no idea how to judge you because, honestly, they don't care.

So you find yourself dancing with strangers and receive a text from your friends. one of the Slytherin girls were not okay and they rushed to Hogwarts without you, but hey, they found a familiar face and asked him to find me. What a nice idea.

You were not mad, after all, it's normal for you always be alone and you enjoy it a bit.

So, after ten minutes, this hella cute guy called Kihyun was offering you a drink, he seems familiar but you said "no thanks", and of course he understood.

you needed some air, so you went to the roof aka the smoking area

"oh finally"

you turned your head, finding shownu brown eyes.

damn, he was hot, leather jacket, dark jeans and a cigarette in his mouth.

" shownu? wait,, you are the familiar face that will keep me company while my weak friends can't take two shots of vodka?"

he smirks at your comment, nodding to you while discarding the rest of the cigarette

sh: "my friends left me too, so here we are"

you: " wow the mr.athlete smokes?"

sh : " and the Mrs.top notes like to go clubbing every Friday? we discover crazy things every day"

you could only laugh and little did you know that he took a little note on is thoughts about how pretty were you smiling.

he asked you if you wanted to dance more or walk around the streets of London and maybe, grab something to eat.

you liked the idea of a little adventure with shownu, and also, food is always the number one.

so that's when your friendship with him started. you both talked about yourselves, your houses, friends and even the incident you lived this morning, he was very horrified with that, making him frown and being absolutely adorable.

since this day, you both saw each other almost every day

you helped him with his grades and the O.W.LS

he used to call you to watch his games and well, we all know you two were in love with each other

but of course, you dumbasses couldn't see that so, the summer arrived and your friends made up a plan

do you think a house with a lot of teenagers, in a magic beach, were all the wizards go in summer would be a great plan to get you both together? idk but let's go I guess.

so you proposed something for your group, including shownu's friends as well ( cofcof kihyun which is weird but he is your friend now).

" no magic"

"WHAT" everyone, except for shownu, who was smiling, screams

"c'mon! the house and everything are already enchanted! plus, car rides!"

" but the food and the train?"

" Okay, these too can be magic but only!"

everyone agreed because sometimes its nice to not use magic you know?

when you all arrive at the house, the bags and your belongs were already flying and organizing themselves by magic. Lame, you thought.

"Hey" shownu put his arm around your neck " want to give a lot at the beach"

you: " sure,," godgodgodgod

it was genuinely nice, walking in the sand while talking what do you expect in these two weeks, shownu offered to hold your shoe and god, he smells good. Sorry, any way

you both didn't have a lot of time alone this week, but even tho, shownu held your hand in the forest train, trowed water in you at the waterfall and also kept watching your body in that bikini hihi

he made sure to stay by your side in all the games and even when you were bronzing yourself in the sand, reading an ordinary book. He also would sneak around at night with you just to see the stars or smoke a bit.

so, the truth or dare game has arrived I am sorry for the cliche

OH NO, you were picked

"y/n I dare you to... okay I will be nice, just hold shownu's hands the whole game"

that was safe, you have held his hands already and shownu was very affectional with everyone so, no big deal right? NO BC YOU BOTH WERE SWEATING AND BLUSHING HARD

game is going and you couldn't look at his face, even knowing that he was looking at you.

" shownu, I dare you to tell y/n about what you feel about her" minhyuk is the DEVIL itself.

shownu didn't even hesitate, he smiled at you and whispered: " every time with you is a good time, you know?"

I AM LOSING MY SHIT FUCKFUCJFUFNENENN ok

it was clear that you HAVE to get the fuck out of there.

so you just do, like a clown, stand up and run away in the beach

edeudbnebd what a jerk

shownu has no idea of what to do, were you upset? he should have told you he likes u? do you have feelings for him? he is freaking out

so he finds you bellow a tree, looking at the waves

sh: " hey..."

you: " hi..."

sh: " look, I'm sorry if what I said-"

you: "Ilikeyou"

he just stares at you, smiling slowly

sh: " that's what I said"

you: "no, you said that every time with me is a good time"

sh: " isn't it the same but more poetic?" you laugh because he is so silly

and that makes you heart race and the blood of your face go directly to your cheeks burning

sh: " Can I kiss you?"

oh damn

he was getting closer and you could feel how hot his body was when he delicately touched your cheeks, his chocolate eyes searching for your response.

You, into almost a spell that he had, nodded quietly.

when his lips touched yours, you could feel your head spinning but in an amazing way, you were so captivated by the ways his soft lips were dancing against yours, the way his hand were found now at your waits and how soft was his hair between your fingers

is this a dream? cause looks like one in your head.

he distanced himself a bit, smiling widely, what an image my friend.

sh: " we could get out of here and..."

you: " makeout in some free room? agree"

you stand up and offered your help for him to stand.

sh: " reading minds now huh?"

you: " you didn't like it?"

he hugged you from behind, whispering close to your ear: "I will show you what I like soon"

bitchwhat

you both just run into the house, your friends looking at you both at the door with the biggest poker faces ever while you both just laugh and run upstairs, opening your room and locking it ;)

shownu wasted no time, he sits on the edge of the bed, already putting you on his lap, locking your lips in his again as his life depends on it.

God he was so hot, the messy hair, the plushie lips, the way he smirks, the way his strong hands grip your thighs and your waist, travelling everywhere but careful to not scare you, he is so gentle!!!!

you can resist and start to kiss his neck and you could feel him whimper while tensing his body. he returns the favour, kissing you neck back and giving soft bites, that's when you lose your shit and starts unconsciously griding on him, feeling him, got harder by your movements and a low moan leaves your mouth

you can feel shownu smirking and kissing your neck, collarbones and the curves of your breasts, making you wetter and wetter.

sh: " do you want to keep this going? because I have been wanting this" he squeezes your butt strongly, making you moan again " wanting you... so badly y/n"

you kiss him slowly again, whispering " I am yours already baby, and I am sure"

you can imagine the rest right?

the next day, your roommate was mad at you but, no regrets. even with kihyun and jooheons dirty comments, you can only be happy to be dating shownu.

he was so sweet and lovely you

both spend the rest of the summer going out together and going to clubs and pubs

he even taught you how to fly in a broom like a player

it's strange how he became your best friend and also is your boyfriend

and even sometimes fighting for silly things, nothing serious, everything seems so natural and peaceful with him

you: " babe "

sh: " yes, love?"

you: "every time with you is a good time"

sh: "I love you too baby".

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