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imraespace · 4 months

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CHAPTER 01: STARTING OVER

JUST THE WAY THINGS GO || MEGUMI X READER

Two years into the future, your family decided to send you back to your home country. Though it was just yourself who went back. Your family stayed because their found job opportunities there but sent you back because they rather your old school over the new one.

You wasn't bothered by these new news and as a plus, you get to meet a favorite family member of yours.

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As you walked out the airport, the morning sun rested itself on your face. It blinded you but your smile grew as your eyes slightly made out the figure of your aunt.

"Aunt shoko!" You slightly yelled as the woman turned in your direction with a small smile on her face.

Shoko Ieiri wasn't a close relative as in she wasn't your mother's sibling or father's, but she's still apart of the family on your mother's side.

Still, your mother and Shoko was very much close during their teen years both just the same, they even quit the smoking at the same time, promising each other to never do it again.

The large gap between you both closed as she pulled you in for a hug, placing her hand on your head.

"I haven't seen you or your mom in so long, I think she forgot about me." She mumbled.

"I literally hear you both on the phone almost every morning, you're not fooling me." You looked up at her.

Her smile grew even larger as her hand left your head and began walking to her car, gesturing you to follow behind.

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You both got into the car, you admiring everything your eyes landed on. Remembering what you saw, surprising yourself with the new.

But when the car stopped, the building infront of you was not her apartment, it was:

"The school?" You asked her.

"Yep, I work here as the school's nurse and I asked for permission to show you around, there's new things here." She replied, turning off the car as she turned to face you.

Your eyes shifted from the building to her's.

"That's accident was literally long ago so.." She said, gradually getting softer.

"Yeah I know, let's go."

The school didn't bother you, what did was the student's opinion on you. Some may have left but there are still those who was there, some at the scene and some who was hurt by it.

Though the thought of students reminded you of something.

The notification on your phone continued to fill as you ignored it, entering the school with your aunt infront of you.

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inumaki: is she stupid or something I thought she said she would've texted us when she got here

maki: maybe she didn't come as yet

inumaki: SHE NEEDS TO HURRY

yuuta: stop blowing up the gc

inumaki: no.

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As your entered the building, a lot did changed. The inside had alot more added to it, more posters neatly on the wall, more plants.

The walk continued until you had reached the nurse's office.

"This is where I usually be, you can check me anytime you want during your breaks, just don't get caught." She explained, opening the door and revealed two males inside.

"YOU GOT HER FINALLY!" A certain white haired man said.

He walked up to you and held out his hand infront of you. You accepted it as he began shaking your hand.

"Hello, welcome to the school, I'm the best teacher here, Mr. Gojo though everyone calls me Satoru.. anyways come by me if you have any troubles!" He kept on rambling with a big smile on his face, you returned the smile but you kinda zoned out on whatever he was saying.

"First of all, I'm her homeroom teacher and secondly she already attended this school so you should've told her welcome back.." The man with a bun spoke up, walking up to your view.

He slightly pushed Gojo away as he stood infront of you with a smile.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Suguru Geto, unlike Satoru, my students calls me Mr.Geto. It's nice to meet you." He told you, shaking your hand as he glanced at Gojo then back at you with a smile.

"It's really nice to meet both of you, actually I kinda already knew about you both from my mom calls with aunt Shoko, you're her friends.."

They both nodded at your words then looked at your aunt.

"Okay, introductions are over. Y/N, Suguru is going go show you to your homeroom class then we can go home." Shoko told you as she walked towards her desk, pulled out her phone and waved at you.

Geto began walking as you followed behind, waving goodbye to both Gojo and Shoko.

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You learned that your new class is on the second floor. You both entered the classroom and he told you where your seat is.

"Oh by the way, is there anyone you know who still attends?" Geto spoke up.

"Oh, yeah my friend group still attends this school and we still talk, actually I was supposed to text them earlier.." You replied.

"And they are..?"

You listed out their names and his eyes grew a bit.

"That's funny, your seat is in the middle of both Maki and Inumaki, Yuuta's is in the same row, he's next to Inumaki." He told you.

You sighed, imagining sitting next to Inumaki during school hours.

"Shoko told me about what had happened back then, if there's anyone trying to cause problems for you, you can tell me or even Shoko so don't hide anything." He ended.

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Your trip to the school ended as both you and your aunt made it to her apartment, sun setting as she drove up in the parking place.

"So, are you excited to start over?" She asked.

"Kinda..?"

She laughed.

The day ended with you both unpacking your stuff, you packing your school bag and finally saying good night to each other as the moon arrived high in the sky.

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note: I just realized this story is gonna be more writing and less texting... more work for me ig🙄🙄

but next chapter is gonna be texting!

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celestiallights515 · 3 months

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The next morning, Henchman sat in the infirmary of Villain's Headquarters, the atmosphere as thick as smoke. Henchman figured Villain let slip to someone what they were planning to do the Henchman as a punishment for what they'd done, or maybe even details of how they'd be tortured or killed, or maybe even thrown out for the heroes to round up like a stray dog, most likely with their tongue cut out and hands broken so they didn't stand a chance at revealing anything they'd learned about Villain

They didn't really know anything useful for the heroes anyway. They knew Villain's favorite color (dark blue), favorite foods (anything with chocolate), allergies (blueberries), their least favorite movie genre (horror) and a couple other things they picked up from being around Villain so much.

They learned why Villain didn't get on well with their parents (they very much had a favorite child and it wasn't Villain) and what'd brought on their anger towards the Hero Agency once Villain brought them into their confidence, sure, but they didn't know much more about plans then the average civilian--that would be Right Hand. Their actual duties consisted of watching over supplies, managing other henchmen and keeping an eye on the overall workings of Headquarters.

Henchman hoped that taking down Hero would make Villain proud of them. Would make them allow Henchman into their inner circle and bring them into their confidence. They'd hoped to get as close to Villain as Right Hand--closer, after bringing down Hero. And instead, they'd suffered two humiliating defeats (and several broken ribs).

It all came to a head when Medic came in to check on Henchman's stitches. in addition to the blunt force trauma of being thrown through a window and into a wall, glass shards stuck into their back and left jagged, stinging wounds that oozed blood well into the night. Henchman sat on their cot, facing away from Medic as their wounds were inspected and re-dressed, and even then they could feel the hesitation Medic's hands, which were usually sure and quick.

Silence hung in the room like a dead man.

"What are they gonna do?" Henchman asked in a croaky voice, just barely above a whisper.

Medic paused. Considered. "What?"

"Villain. What are they gonna do to me?"

Again, they were met with silence. Henchman was sure the stress was worse than any answer Medic could've given until... Medic laughed. They laughed. It wasn't a snort or a scoff, or even a giggle--and they didn't even try to hide it! Medic stepped back for a moment, cackling as Henchman's stomach dropped. Of all the answers they were expecting, that was one they hadn't prepared for in the slightest.

"Oh, God, I needed that. You're hysterical."

"I'm being serious!" Henchman whirled around half way before the agony from the mess that somehow made up their abdomen sent lightning-hot reminders of why that was a horrible idea.

"Stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself," Medic scolded lightly, laughter still dancing in their eyes. "Have you really been stressed about that the whole time?"

"YES!" Henchman was near screaming now, though they weren't sure if it was ager or confusion that raised their voice. "Why wouldn't I be? Did you see how furious Villain was before they left? And I haven't seen them since. I left without permission and acted without orders; they have every reason to be upset. And everyone and everything's been so quiet today, it's like I've been handed down a death sentence."

Medic cleared their throat and the last embers of amusement flickered out. "Yeah, well, you're right about that, but you're not the one in danger. Or at least, you weren't when it mattered."

The tone of Medic's voice was dead serious--terrifying--and didn't help the growing pit of anxiety that had hunkered down in Henchman's stomach. They felt like they were going to pass out, woozy and dizzy and like the world was tipping out from under them.

A sharp snap under their nose anchored them a little more steadily to the bed they were sitting on, Medic having circled around the cot to look Henchman in the eyes. "You're fine, relax. The rest of us weren't supposed to tell you because it was bad, even for Villain, but I don't think you're in for anything more than a slap on the wrist, and neither does anyone else."

And they wouldn't understand that even if Henchman wasn't going to be killed, as thankful for that as they were, even a slap on the wrist as Medic said would destroy everything Henchman had been working towards. Everything they'd been hoping for. They should've known going into the fight that they were putting Villain's trust in them on the line, and they had--to a point.

They never expected they would fail as horribly as they did, nor that Villain would react with the kind of quiet fury usually reserved for their rare interactions with heroes or other members of the Agency itself. They hadn't expected to be sent to the infirmary the way that they were, or to be teleported directly to it from an alley just off the main scene of the fight after barely getting away.

And what they really weren't expecting was what hurt most: The fact that Villain had put them here and walked off without another word. They'd spoken in their office, but beyond that, there wasn't even a threatening note, or a warning given through Medic. They'd been effectively put in time out, knowing what might be coming but not having enough confidence to really prepare themselves one way or another.

“Hey, what did I just say?” Medic says, this time with annoyance in their tone. “Even if I don’t know the details, I know you’re gonna be fine, okay? You’re gonna be fine, and I don’t think you’re clocking Villain’s feelings towards what you did to Hero as correctly as you think you are, yeah?”

Their assessment was fair, if not a little stinging. They’d never been good at reading people, but they’d hoped Villain was the exception. Even with their monotone voice and often stony demeanor, Henchman knew how tired they were in a glance after a fight; knew when to call for Medic or coffee or let them get straight to their personal rooms and block everyone else from entering–something Right Hand was usually supposed to do.

The entire night, they’d tried not to deliberate too much on Right Hand. They’d tried to ignore the stinging jealousy of the fact that there was already someone that was so close to Villain they could almost read their thoughts. They knew Villain kept a certian amount of professionalism and distance between themselves and Right Hand that didn’t seem to be present between Villain and Henchman, but most liekly because it wasn’t seen as necessary. They weren’t close enough for it to matter in the first place.

“Okay,” Henchman murmured, and one look at Meidc’s face made it clear to even them that they didn’t beleive them for a second. Nevertheless, Medic stepped away.

“Okay,” they echoed, with much more confidence. “You seem to be healing well, all things considered, and I have other patients I need to take care of, so I’m going to leave you here, okay? Try not to freak out too much on me, yeah?”

Henchman gave a weak nod, and an even weaker smile. They were sure that Medic could see them spiraling form the outside, but if they did, they didn’t say anything about it. “Yeah.”

Tagging: @nameless-beanie @crow-with-a-typewriter @mylovelyme (If you wanted to be tagged and weren't please just poke me with a stick)

#heroes and villains #short story #snippet #villains and heroes #villain #writing snippet #henchman #villain x henchman #supervillian #TW injury #Henchman got their ass beat (again)#This one got a little out of hand #hope it was worth the wait #Will hopefully be posting soon but the last time I said that it was kinda a lie so I won't make any promises #Meant to post this yesterday but my internet was down for some reason #choose your own adventure #SPOILER: hero got their ass beat too

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ice-sculptures · 1 year

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hey everyone!! so, originally, i wanted to do one of these back when all of y'all were posting your 'follow forever' + favorite blogs lists for new year's eve, but at that point in time i didn't feel like i knew anyone well enough to make a full list. but now, it's been almost nine months (holy shit!!!) since i joined this fandom, and there have been so many people that i've connected with and who have made my experience on here so much fun and so special.

plus...it's my birthday today, so i thought - what better way to celebrate it than to show my immense love & appreciation for all my mutuals, followers friends, and anyone who has ever made my tumblr experience better?

this isn't really in any particular order, and also, i am so so sorry if i forgot anyone. i had to type this out at least six times over the past two months because tumblr kept deleting my progress for some reason, so i'm really sorry if i missed anyone because of it. i recognize the urls of anyone that regularly interacts with my posts, so i promise that if you've ever left nice tags in the reblogs of my gifs or replied to any of my WIPS or tagged me in a gifset or in a tag game or sent me a nice ask or anything at all, really, please know that i think you're wonderful and i love you all so much even if tumblr hates me and decided to erase all of the evidence of it 😅

okay, enough dillydallying!! putting this under a cut so that it doesn't swallow ur dash whole....n here we go :)

@fireplceashes hi jen!! i know i said like. just one paragraph above that this was in no particular order, but i immediately broke the no. 1 rule of law and lied, bc as my very first friend in this fandom you are so undoubtedly so special to me and i'm putting you first just because i Can and no one can stop me. but anyway. where do i even begin with you? you are easily one of the sweetest people i have Ever, ever met - not just on tumblr, but in my real life as well - and i really love talking to you So much. thank you so much for always listening to my rants, and checking up on me, and just generally being there for me. you're just a really soothing person to talk to and i never have to worry about being 'too much' or anything like that when i'm talking to you. and of course - you are also so, so talented, and your gifs are absolutely stunning. they always turn out so beautifully, and i'm so in awe of your editing skills. basically...i'm just Very grateful to have met you, and *mike wheeler voice* all of my other mutuals, they're great, but my fandom experience would not be the same without you ❤️

@basiltonpitch spencer!! i feel the need to echo the first thing i said to you and remind you that i think you're a genius :') fun fact that i haven't told you: when i first found your blog, even before i realized that you were That person who wrote the benvi meta that i loved, the first posts that i saw from you were your beautiful web weavings, and i was immediately like Who is this person??? and Who gave them the permission to stomp all over my heart like this?? wtf?? i just. i love ur brain So so much and i'm so grateful that i get to enjoy your creativity in not one but two of my favorite fandoms (soon to be 3 with 911 maybe?) oh also...this is slightly embarrassing but i've gone back through your blog a few times just so i can read your incredible meta because all of your thoughts are so valuable to me. you are the Only person on this site that i trust to Get devi vishwakumar and one of the biggest reasons why i'm so excited for never have i ever s4 to drop is so that i can experience it alongside you!! and even outside of your creative genius, you are one of my favorite people to talk to bc you're so kind and so supportive and such an absolute sweetheart and i really love hearing everything you have to say. so. um. basically. i am just a Spencer Enthusiast through and through 💖

@padmedala carson!! hello!! first off, i've said this to you a million times, but i want to thank you once again for writing one of my favorite pieces of byler fanfiction. do you know that one post about reading fanfics and having to stop because 'he would not say that?' well, your work is the epitome of reading a fic and feeling wholly satisfied because yes, he would say that - in fact, i would not hesitate for a minute to say that you have the strongest grasp on will and mike's characterization - especially their dynamic together - out of any writer i've met in this entire fandom. like...i enjoy your writing so much that i've read a couple of your pieces for IT despite not having any knowledge of the source material simply because i wanted to experience more of your work. you're also such a deeply kind and supportive person, and you have no idea how much i appreciate every single time you've checked up on me or sent me a sweet message or even just dropped into my inbox to say hello. you make my dash infinitely brighter, and i'm so very glad to know you and have you as a friend on here 💞

@wllbyers dani!! hi!! i have so much to say abt how wonderful you are, and i was struggling w how to articulate this for a while, but then i remembered that you once said to me that you found my presence on the dash comforting, and honestly, that's exactly how i feel about you. forgive me for the awkward metaphor, but seeing you on the dash is like coming home after a long day and having a warm, home-cooked meal. seeing your url and icon always makes me smile, and i'm so grateful that we're mutuals because of how kind, considerate, and utterly genuine you are!! i don't know if i'm describing this right, but you just feel so real, you know? i feel like your personality shines through with every post you make, and i always love seeing it. and i'm sorry if this is weird to say, but your openness and your authenticity about everything going on in your life makes me feel a little bit less alone about my own struggles. also do you remember when you started watching 911 and eventually ended up getting ahead of me, and you tagged each and every one of your posts just so that i wouldn't get spoiled? i know it seems simple, but the sheer fact that you thought of doing that just for me had me melting into a little puddle w my face looking like that one meme of kristen bell. you are just so, so lovely and i'm unbelievably glad we're mutuals 🥰

@willblogger ima i've said this many times before but i absolutely Need to say it again: you are genuinely the funniest person on byler tumblr. i cannot count the number of times that you've made me full-on belly laugh (to the point where my stomach starts to hurt) and completely destroyed my attempts to casually and inconspicuously scroll through tumblr in public places. i dunno how you do it at all but every single thing you say is such an absolute delight and i am always giggling n kicking my feet when i read the tags on all of your posts. the thousands of people on tiktok and twitter copying your jokes could never do it like you. you've also got this deep understanding of the way the text has been written and i really appreciate how your analysis honors the characters as they are instead of trying to make them more palatable them for this fandom. it's just. it's rare to find people that love these characters as they are and understand them as well as you do and i feel very lucky to have found your blog. also this is not related at all but ur plushies are cute as fuck & i love them :) OH!! n thank u sm for being my number one stevebucky enthusiast mutual n partner in rage when it comes to avengers endgame!! can't wait to have a hate party w you (if you'd like) in five days 💗

@willelfanpage SARA HI HELLO do u see me waving at you. this is me holding up a banner screaming abt how much i love you. as the resident fandom cheerleader who gives and gives and gives so much love to everyone she interacts with, you deserve someone cheering YOU back on and that is what i am here to do!! you are so brilliant and you have never made an incorrect post in your life!!! all your fics are wonderful and i've loved reading them!! you are kind, you are smart, you are funny, and you make everyone around you feel so safe and comfortable and welcome here. like. i can't tell you how much i admire how open you are with your kindness and friendship and how you give it so freely to everyone you interact with. i love talking to you so much - whether it's hearing about your life or sharing our ideas with one another or just. venting about anything i want to - and your enthusiasm is utterly infectious and makes me feel more hyped and excited to be in fandom. forgive me for being so sappy on main but i will never not be touched by your endless love for fandom, not only these characters and the works that people make, but for the people around you as well and i hope u know i love u very much too 💞

@jackietaylcrs hii marianne fellow haver of good taste!! i remember you once made a post wondering if your followers would still love you if your stranger posting went down to 0.5% and i wanted to lyk that i definitely would!! i really like reading your commentary on ST and yellowjackets, but even when you're posting about a show that i'm not familiar with, you have this Way of speaking that i find very charming and funny and entertaining, and you bring this inimitable energy to my dash that i doubt i could ever find elsewhere. i like the way you sign off your posts with 'and like i say: brf slt.' i think it’s Neat n it fits you very well. alsooo THANK YOU very very much for being the one to convince me to watch yellowjackets!! people have been telling me to watch it for a long time but in the end it was your posts that made me say, fuck it, and finally watch it. also. um. ur posts abt stephen harrison make me feel very Seen so. thank u. ok bye 💗

@emblazons hello marie my beloved mutual marie!! honestly, out of everything in this post, this message was the hardest to write because i don't even know where to begin with you!! you bring so, so much to this fandom - your thoughtful, entertaining, levelheaded commentary, your stunning gifsets, your logical and witty posts, your incredibly supportive and kind personality, and your endless passion for this show and all that goes into making it, as well as our shared love & enthusiasm for noah schnapp 😅 every time i think you've made the most brilliant observation or put out the most beautiful set, you go and top yourself by finding something new or making an even prettier gifset. if i had to pick one person whose contributions to the fandom enriched my experience of this show? more than anyone, it would be you!! and i could go on and wax poetic about your talent forever (as i have on many, many occasions bc you deserve it 🥰), but i'm gonna end it here by saying that you are a gift to this fandom and one of my absolute favorite people on here, and that i'm beyond grateful to know you.

@mikeandwillel sandy!!!! you are so so smart and your analysis is absolutely incredible. i look forward to each and every one of your analyses because you always find the most clever parallels and your deep dives into each of these characters' arcs are always written with so much care and skill. and of course, i forever have you to thank for writing The ultimate masterpiece (your s4 painting arc analysis) that finally convinced me of byler endgame and thus made my fandom experience so much more relaxing and fun. i also really love & how much you love mike for all that he is -- i feel like it's a little rare in this fandom, so seeing how much you adore his true character and how you Understand him better than anyone else i've ever met makes me really happy. and not to mention, i have no idea how you managed to get so good at gifmaking in such a short amount of time but all your sets are so beautiful!! you're a gem fr 💖

@babygirl-jonathanbyers abbyyyyyy hello!! do you know how much i love seeing you on my dash? i love your pure, unapologetic love for jonathan, jancy, and the byers brothers and it really makes my whole day when i see a post from you appreciating those characters/ships. your moodboards are also So pretty and your presence on my dash is so positive and welcoming. i hope you're doing well on your hiatus rn and i can't wait to see you back on here again 🫂

@elmaxed lumiiiii hi!!!! when i think of you, honestly, the very first word that comes to mind is creative, because you bring so much to this fandom and i'm so grateful for it. i'm obsessed with everything you write because your fics are so lively and fun and make me smile uncontrollably every time i read them, all your headcanons are brilliant and adorable, your moodboards are gorgeous and not to mention, your themes are always so beautiful!! you're just...such a ray of sunshine on my dash and i'm so happy to have followed you 🥰

@mlchaelwheeler sarahhhhh my favorite stonathan pioneer and one of my first mutuals in this fandom!! i think you already know this but your analyses were a huge part of what got me into the byler fandom in the first place and i have never looked back, so thank you for that!! i Love love love ur theories (especially the s5 spec stuff) and i love seeing u in my notifs and reading your lovely and enthusiastic tags on everything you reblog and i love your love for st's OST!! you're a really smart, sweet, and positive person with the best opinions and i am forever rooting for mike to get a sword in s5 just for you 🙏🏼

@bylrndgm dearest elz you have no idea how happy your blog makes me 🥹 you're one of the most talented gifmakers i've ever met, and i always find myself smiling so much whenever i see you've posted something new (especially your byler x TS edits 🥰) because they're always so beautiful!! i've also always felt like your blog and everything you've posted is one of the purest and most expressions of love for mike and will....it's so clear that you love them So much and your blog makes me so happy to be part of this community. you've also always been so sweet to me throughout my entire time in this fandom and you're one of the people that has made me feel most welcome here. also since i never ended up responding to your DM i wanted to say that whatever path you choose, i'm sure that you're going to crush it and i am rooting for your success always 💖

@madcleradin sierra madcleradin byhops finalgirlbyers willcoded!! ok i promise i don't mean this in a weird parasocial way but i kind of admired you from a distance for a while even before we were mutuals just because every single one of your posts that ended up on my dash had me nodding my head and tapping my brain in agreement and clapping for u like this 👏🏼 all of your takes are top tier and i love how passionate you are about everything you talk about!! you're def one of the sweetest, friendliest, and coolest people on byler tumblr and following u has been such a gift ❣

@byclairs hello emily!! your gifs are absolutely stunning and i love following you because i Know i can always count on you to have the most based takes, both on stranger things (especially ur will takes - those keep me sane fr) and on fandom as a whole. also just wanna say that you have the best taste in ships and that you've got a 10/10 banger of a url that always has me mentally giving you a thumbs up whenever i see you on the dash ❤️

@heroesbyler stav!! you're one of the most brilliant analysts on this site and i'm so in awe of all of the incredible theories and analyses you've posted!! i'm obsessed w all of your banger gay mike posts & i'm also both fascinated and disturbed by all of the dots you've connected regarding brenner, henry, & the lab. your posts are so insightful and compelling and you've made me think about so many things that i never would've noticed on first glance. i also love that you're both unflinchingly confident but also insanely kind - a rarity in most fandoms, especially this one, and i love that energy on my dash. i'm very proud to be your grandma (your words not mine -- no i will not let you forget about that 🙏🏼)

@mandycantdecide hiiiii amanda!! i love your blog so much, and even though we don't share all of the same fandoms i love seeing your posts about everything you're interested in because i can always feel your energy and enthusiasm for it no matter what :) in fact, it was actually your posts that made me want to get back into 911, and you have no idea how grateful i am to you for that because being in that fandom is the most fun i've had in a really long time. so thank you, thank you thank you for that, and for generally being so sweet 💕

@howtobecomeadragon ayla!! hello!! i know we don't know each other super well but i Really wanted to let you know how much i appreciate your posts and all of your contributions to this fandom. you were one of my first favorite blogs when i first joined in august and you have no idea how thrilled i was when you followed me back haha 😅 i looooove your theory posts so much and i think your fics are fantastic (and i am Eagerly awaiting the end of come back to me and forgive everything so i can read it). you're also super sweet and kind to everyone around you, and i love seeing you on my dash 💞

@mrperfectlyfinetv hi jake!! as my designated Swiftie Mutual i feel like i should let you know that i don't usually follow taylor swift blogs bc swifties are scary but your gifs are so gorgeous and your takes are so good that i just Had to break my rule and follow you anyway. i really enjoy reading all of your opinions on miss swift even if you are a rep hater asdkjendfcskjflejrf and i adore all of your pretty ST and taylor swift gifsets!! i also love how much you love speak now and you've definitely made me go back and give it a few more listens so that i can appreciate it more & at this point i'm begging taylor to release speak now tv soon just for you 🫶

@magentamee - hi bre :) your art style is absolutely delicious and your writing is so cute and i've always noticed how committed you are to uplifting everyone around you in this fandom. also this is random but your friendship with amanda and @/likegoldintheair is so cute and whenever you guys post about each other i always find myself smiling at how sweet your interactions are. you’re just a person who always brings a smile to my face when i see you on the dash and i want to thank you for that 💗

@paintingformike hi!! i've said this before but i really do think you've always been The strongest soldier in the byler fandom (like, ngl your posts were Carrying byler tumblr for a while there while everyone was still in their debating-over-s5-canon phase). you've always been so levelheaded and astute with your observations, and i've always admired and respected how your posts make it seem so simple and So clear how all of the overarching themes of the show are leading to byler endgame. you've got an incredible way with words and i'm so glad to have you in our fandom 💞

and now for the creatives in this fandom - some incredible gifmakers whose beautiful sets have been the highlight of my dash, some wonderful writers who have ripped my heart out over and over again only to stitch it back together seamlessly just one paragraph later, and brilliant fan artists who are able to capture so much and make me feel the entire spectrum of human emotion with just a few brush strokes:

@sharpesjoy - em!! you're an absolute sweetheart and such a joy to see on my dash. all of your gifs are so gorgeous and so clearly infused with all of the love that you have for everything you watch and i've added several shows to my watchlist because your gifs have made me want to watch them so badly 💞

@heroeddiemunson - kai!! your creations are so beautiful and you have this unique gifmaking style that i'm totally obsessed with!! your colorings and typography are always so pretty and i Love how special and creative your sets are, especially the D&D character sheets. like.....i have no idea how u come up w all these incredible ideas but i'm so very glad u do bc my dash is better for it❣️

@kaliprasad - hi!! your blog is amazing and i'm so glad that i found it bc all your gifs are fantastic and i love them So much. i think your talent is insane tbh, that byers brothers set that you made for me a little while ago is still one of my favorite things i've seen on this whole site, and i love that you love them just as much as i do 🫂

@kingofscoops - no one, and i mean no one, does coloring like you!! all of your sets are so vibrant and bring so much life to my dash & i think the ST fandom is very lucky to have you ❤️

@aliecenthightower - emilia!! your gifs are stunning and i'm completely in love with your song lyric edits. they're all absolutely beautiful and i'm in awe of how perfect and emblematic the lyrics you choose are, like you just Get these characters, y'know?

@mayahawkins - MADDYYYYYYY you are So talented, and believe me when i say that your gifs have been the Biggest inspiration for my own gifmaking journey. all your sets are so pretty & i love everything you make - including your playlists which live rent free in my mind!! but as a reminder i also love following your blog for You and not just your gifs :) you're an incredibly sweet person and ur presence on my dash is utterly invaluable 💗

@padme-amidala - hi erika!! okay, calling you a gifmaker almost feels wrong because that word doesn't feel like enough to encompass how beautiful your work is...all ur ideas are So amazing and you have such a natural eye for color and detail!! it is so clear that you pour so much love into all of your creations, and if i'm being honest, one of the reasons why i am so grateful to be a byler shipper is so that i can appreciate your craft to the fullest. and you're also Such a genuinely kind person that i always look forward to seeing on the dash!! thank you for being so lovely!!

@wiseatom - hi thea!! your writing is the ultimate definition of comfort. when i read ur work, no matter what i'm doing physically, mentally i am in my cozy bed with the fireplace crackling in the corner, surrounded by twinkly lights and warm blankets, sipping hot cocoa bc that is the kind of emotion ur writing invokes ✨

@byeler - irene!! your fics were my introduction to the world of byler fics and i admire you and your writing so very much 💞 i don't know how it's possible for one person to have this much skill and talent, but you do, and i'm so grateful that you've chosen to share it with us. eagerly waiting on a new heavy hopes chapter was one of the highlights of my fandom experience and that fic is a piece of writing that i will always come back to over and over again 🫶

@astrobei - suni i have been reading fics for over a decade now and i have still never encountered a writer that does emotion quite like you do, devastating me with every single fic you put out. i promise i mean this in the best way possible but you're So damn good at capturing all of that heartbreak and pain and inflicting the same agony on your readers, and it would have killed me by now if not for the fact that you're equally good at writing the sweetest fluff that has me melting into a puddle whenever i read 🫂

@hopelessromanfic - lyssaaaa!!! i've been Such a huge fan of landslide ever since you started writing it - it's one of my all time favorite fics in the fandom and i'm obsessed with the storyline and your characterization in all of your fics 😍

@artistaquinterob - hi!! your art style is so ADORABLE and your use of color in your work is stunning and i just adore everything you draw, especially your will and el art and your jargyle art 🥹

@junkoandthediamonds - your character studies are beautiful and i'm obsessed with your byler comics, your gifs and your ST x DC crossovers!!! i love your realistic style so So much and if i worked for the duffers i would 1000000% hire you to draw the official comics because i can't get enough of your work 🥰

@livsmessydoodles - fun fact: last year, when HSMTMTS s3 was airing, i remember seeing your rina art throughout the season and immediately fell in love with your style and your interpretation of the characters, and the same exact thing happened when i saw your ST work, and it wasn't until you followed me that i put the pieces together and realized that you were the same person 😅 your style is So gorgeous and your art just makes me so happy, and trust me when i say that i am mentally wallpapering all of your work to the inside of my brain so i can look at it forever❣️

and of course, a very special shoutout to all of the people that i don't know too well but are still such a comfort to have on tumblr: @miwism @yearninginblue @kittykat940 @robinsnance @jesper-faheyss @bylersheart @usergabby @achingly-shy @wheelersboy @wontbyers @stbyers @will80sbyers @watpoetry @frodohaven 💝

+ to all my other mutuals: tumblr wouldn't let me link your profiles because of some ridiculous limit, but please know that i see all of you and i am hugging you through my screen rn. thank you!! 👍🏼

#WHEW this took me a million years. but it was So worth it <3 #also i'm so pleased w the gif. cause it's me!! it's my icon!!!!#crazy together & purple :)#but anyway. thank u all for existing 💖#myedit #rae.txt #bday

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 5 months

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okay, i have to ask.

if the finals for the unscripted and scripted brackets were boring for you, then how did you feel about how that changed into the absolute explosion that was the championship round between the brackets?

I enjoyed it! Yeah a couple people went a little too far or were a little too harsh in my judgement, but besides the one person who said "vote for ___ or I'll kill myself" no one went past my personal limit.

Also, general reminder, please do not threaten suicide on these polls. Even if you (general) think it comes off as a joke, it is going way too far. I know when I was in high school people were frequently actively suicidal on social media, and I can't read that as a joke anymore.

And while I'm on the topic, while I can take some disparaging comments and joking threats towards me as the mod, I really need everyone to be nice to the other voters on these polls. If you have a Tumblr account to make a mean comment with, then you have your own blog you can make that mean comment on.

Anyways, that aside it was a great time! I know some people saw others as annoying but like, I've been in fandom spaces and online for a while now. Being annoying is how this works.

I cannot believe you (iersei) has fulfilled over 200 drawing requests in the like, two months this tournament has been running. I am in utter awe.

Also I know I've said this in the tags but somebody offering nudes for Lovelace votes? A) Proof that Lovelace voters were doing bribery just like Glenn voters. B) Was so far beyond what I expected. (They were very nice in their messages asking permission but that was an unexpected series of messages to read in the middle of the night. Especially since I read their DMs before their asks even though their asks were sent first.)

I also wasn't expecting everybody to feel so bad about voting for Carlos in the Cecil vs Carlos poll! If you go through those tags it's just a series of "It's what Cecil would want. :(:(:(:(:(" Babes! Cecil does not have a gun to your head! You could have voted for him if you think that fashion disaster is sexier!

So yeah, I wasn't bored at all. <3

#Ask #iersei #Post-Polls Reactions #Mod Update #Not A Poll

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Abs Reveal ~ Jeon Jungkook

You didn’t react as Jungkook finally returned to the tour bus, carrying on with your phone. Jungkook was expecting a hug, or at least excitement from you after the show came to an end, walking towards you in confusion.

He thought that perhaps you just hadn’t noticed him, but even as he sat down beside you, you didn’t respond, pretending as if Jungkook wasn’t on the bus next to you.

“Hello?” Jungkook quizzed, waving his hand in front of your face to try and get your attention. “Are you in some sort of daydream or have I done something wrong here?”

Your eyes slowly looked up from your phone and across to him, smiling weakly. You didn’t say a word as Jungkook continued to look at you, shaking your head before turning back down to your phone again.

“I’m not talking to you tonight.”

Why?” He laughed in disbelief, resting his hand around the back of the sofa. “Why could you possibly not want to talk to me? Has something happened between me leaving you for the show and the show coming to an end?”

The silence remained as you put your phone down, turning around where you sat to face Jungkook. His eyes stared across at you, trying his best to find anything that would give him a clue as to what he had done wrong, sitting patiently and waiting for you to clear your throat before looking across at him again.

“You did something without my permission up there,” you told him, spotting the blank expression on his face. “You don’t even realise what it is that you’ve done, do you?”

Jungkook’s head shook straight away, no matter how much he thought, nothing came to mind. He thought that the show had gone perfectly, but you seemed to have other ideas.

“In front of all those fans too,” you muttered underneath your breath, stunned by how easily Jungkook had done what he had done. “I can’t believe you took something that was just supposed to mine and shared it with everyone.”

“What did I take?” Jungkook asked, laughing in confusion back at you, “how can I put things right if I don’t know what I’ve done wrong?”

“You revealed your abs tonight,” you scoffed, shooting a glare across at Jungkook beside you, watching as his eyes widened. “You always told me that your abs would just be mine, that turned out to just be a lie.”

He couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing as your arms folded across your chest, letting Jungkook know just how disappointed you were with what he’d done.

It was just a matter of moments when Jungkook lifted his shirt up, but it had left you far from impressed. The screams that came from the fans sent a shiver down your spine, hating that there were thousands of people there who admired what was yours.

“I don’t think they barely saw my abs, I didn’t really even lift my shirt up,” Jungkook tried his best to defend. “They didn’t get to see the whole thing though, there’s plenty of me that the fans are still to enjoy like you do.”

“Your abs are supposed to be mine to enjoy, no one else’s,” you explained to him, a small pout on your face as you spoke. “Did you even think of me when you were up on that stage showing your body off to everyone?”

“I was a little bit high with the adrenaline.”

“Social media is full of people obsessing over how good you look now.”

“Doesn’t that make you lucky to be the one that’s mine then?”

Your eyes rolled as Jungkook tried his best to bring the smile back on your face, beginning to realise that things weren’t quite as serious as he first thought. You were stubborn and irritated more than anything else that so many others enjoyed the moment.

You tried to push away from Jungkook as his arm wrapped around you to pull you towards him, but he was far too strong. “I told you that I’m not talking to you anyway,” you reminded him, looking anywhere but at him.

“Are you jealous that I revealed my abs?”

Your head shook, but Jungkook squeezed you a little tighter, seeing right through you straight away. “I can’t believe you just did that, that’s the sort of thing that you do at home to try and cheer me up, not get thousands of girls to start cheering your name.”

Jungkook’s head shook too as you continued to frown, refusing to give in so easily to him. Deep down he knew that you loved his body, and that you were equally as proud of how hard he had worked to get it and show it off to others.

“Would it make you feel better if I promised not to reveal my abs again?” Jungkook joked.

“It’s too late, the video has probably circled the world by now.”

“My abs aren’t even that big of a deal,” Jungkook tried to dismiss, only to hear you gasp in his hold as you failed to see how he couldn’t see the big deal.

You knew that his abs were the one thing that his fans always wanted to see, the one thing that you were pretty smug about knowing that you were the only one that got to see them. Now though, all of that was gone.

As you continued to pout in the silence between the two of you, Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh. He never expected such a reaction from you, your mood had tickled him more than anything had during the show earlier that night.

Eventually, you left him with no choice but to get you to smile again. His hand slowly began to come down and tickle against your waist, doing his best to make you laugh. He refused to move until at last a quiet snigger came from you.

“I’m sorry that I revealed my abs,” Jungkook laughed as you tried to push him away from your sides. “I’ll make sure that everyone knows that my abs are to be enjoyed from afar, and only you can enjoy them from close up.”

“And that you won’t ever reveal your abs to anyone again.”

“I promise that too.”

Your head nodded as you looked at Jungkook behind you, “and that you’re definitely going to make this up to me now that I have thousands of fans telling me how lucky I am.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jungkook asked, watching your eyes narrow once again. “Alright,” he chuckled before you could pout again, “I promise that I will make revealing my abs onstage up to you as well.”

“That’s better,” you smiled, pressing your hand against the side of his head, “I still can’t believe that you did that, and you didn’t even warn me.”

Jungkook’s head shook at how wound up you were, never expecting for you to get jealous from him doing such a simple thing up there.

“Have I ever told you how adorable you are when you do get jealous?” Jungkook asked you, nudging against your side. “Maybe I might have to do some more things up there to see what else might make you jealous.”

“That depends, do you want to be single?”

“Maybe I won’t do those things,” Jungkook spoke, quickly changing his mind.

You nodded in agreement with him, “I think you’ve given your fans enough excitement for one day.”

“I think you might be right.”

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httpsdana · 1 year

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ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Hello. I’m here to write one-shots for both f1 drivers and football players. All the things that I will be posting at first are already posted on my wattpad so the new requests will be posted on both wattpad and tumblr. Anyways here is the prompt list and I hope you enjoy <3. requests are always open <3

I DONT WRITE SMUT

ps: these prompts aren’t mine, credits to the authors. And I take some time to write because of school.

1-"Is that my t-shirt ?"

2-"come here"

3-"Look how perfect you look in my arms"

4-"god I love your smile"

5-"Are you blushing ?"

6-"you're an idiot" "yeah but I'm your favorite idiot"

7-"my favorite new pillow" "I can't breath" "I don't care"

8-" If I could, I would take you everywhere with me"

9-"it's 2 am, go back to sleep"

10-"absolutely no" "pleaseee" "mhmh no"

11-"You're my favorite person ever"

12-"Did you know that at least a kiss a day keeps the doctor away ??"

13-"I'm your boyfriend and I demand you kiss me right now"

14-"I missed you"

15-"good morning sunshine " " fuck off"

16-"Someone's pissed "

17-"Look what I got you"

18-"Remind me again how I got stuck with you"

19-"I hate you" "no you don't" "no I don't"

20-"Kiss me"

21-"I trust you"

22-" you cold? take my jacket"

23-"You're driving me crazy you know that ?"

24-"I've been so worried, where the fuck have you been ??"

25-"you're a menace you know that ?"

26-"Hold up. Are you jealous ?"

27-"tell me what's wrong"

28-"Don't you ever do that again"

29-"you're a pain in my ass" "shut up, you love me"

30-"Just once"

31-"YOU DID WHAT ?"

32-"you're not funny" "please, I'm hilarious"

33-"I hate you" "love you too sweetheart"

34-"I'm marrying an idiot"

35-"I sent you to the store for one thing" "yes" "did you get it ?" "no"

36-"let me explain" "I don't even want to know"

37-"He's kidnapping me, KIDNAPPER HELP " "I'm her boyfriend everyone" "KIDNAPPER"

38-"Permission to kiss you ?" "Permission granted"

39-"Shut up you're not my mum/dad"

40-"Did you just kiss me ?"

41-"Are you trying to intimidate me ?" "Depends, is it working ?"

42-"do that again"

43-"I did something stupid" "does it affect me ?" "no, but I-" "then suffer in silence"

44-"I'm tired" "come here"

45-"Please ?" "Nope" "pretty please ?"

46-"My mum/dad loves you"

47-"You smell so good"

48-"Have I told you how pretty you look today "

49-"How is my gorgeous girlfriend doing today ?" "What did you do?"

50-"I feel so sick, please give me cuddles"

51-"is that my hoodie?" "no, not anymore."

52-"darling, you're staring. again."

53-"kill the damn spider!" "listen, I think now is the right time to tell you I am absolutely terrified."

54-"can I kiss you?"

55-"I hate you." "no, you don't."

56-"mate, that's my sister!"

57-"your presence is disturbing me. please shut up." "come here and make me."

58-"hang on, are you blushing?"

59-"hey honey, I'm streaming. want to come and say hello?"

60-"I am so punching you in the face if you don't stop." "id rather have you kissing me."

61-"did you just ask me out?"

62-"is that a baby bump or have you been eating a snack child?" "shut the fuck up, he doesn't know yet!"

63-"is this what you call flirting?" "you fell for it the first time, though."

64-"what do you want to do today?" "I just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you."

65-"I am sorry for waking you like a child, but I believe I just had a nightmare."

66-"do you want to come with me to the next race? I am sure the paddock will love you."

67-"please play guitar for me."

68-"did we really just kiss on my porch in the pouring rain?" "yeah, we are so cliché."

69-"did you just say you like me?"

70-"you really love her, don't you?"

71-"stay with me tonight."

72-"truth is, you make me a better person. and I'm sure everyone loves you for that."

73-"honey, I think I'm pregnant."

74-"did you just call this a date?"

75-"good god! you're in love with her!"

76-"you're the worst with children." "I wouldn't be if they were ours."

77-"are you even listening?" "sorry sweetheart, you were distracting me."

78-"should I start paying rent for how much I am in your head?"

79-"see you soon, I can't wait to kiss you again."

80-"don't worry, I kiss way better than I talk" "is that an invitation?"

81-"why are you such an ass?" "because I fucking love you!"

82-"can't you see I'm busy?" "I can, but you look too cute to ignore."

83-"did you just throw that at me?"

84-"as much as I love listening to your native language, you know I can't understand shit."

85-"I believe I've just gotten my period." "is there anything I can do for you?"

86-"please don't say you love me."

87-"I can't imagine a world with you gone."

88-"it's hard to believe but everything will be okay. I promise." "no, that is not a promise you can make."

89-"I guess we just weren't meant to be. not in this life."

90-"honestly? I am so fucking tired of being your secret."

91-"please, give me one more chance." "no. you have run out."

92-"I really never meant for me to hurt you." "but you did."

93-"I truly don't care, I'm done. get out."

94-"listen, I know I messed up, but i am unable to continue without you."

95-"I thought you loved me." "I did."

96-"what do we call this? what is this going on between us?"

97-"the choice is simple. either love me and pick me, or let me go. I'm not doing this anymore."

98-"then tell me, why the hell did you leave?"

99-"don't you see I'm fucking trying not to fall apart?"

100-"I can't. I don't want to get hurt again."

101-"I can't lose you." "but I am already gone."

102-"I'm not leaving, end of story." "yes, yes you are."

103-"don't you dare fucking walk away from me! I'm talking to you!" "and I'm done listening to you."

104-"you tricked me into loving you and left when you realized you couldn't handle the commitment."

105-"can I ask, what the hell have I ever done that you hate me this much?"

106-"it will be okay." "no, it will never be okay. was there ever a moment where I was enough for you?"

107-"please stop. you're scaring me."

108-"what is your fucking problem?" "the problem is that I think I'm in love with you, and I am absolutely terrified!"

109-"why do you always do this?" "it's easier to shut everyone out. nothing personal. just say I'm the problem and go."

110-"get those three words out of your dirty mouth. they are way too meaningful to be spoken out when you don't mean it."

111-"what the hell happened to us?"

112-"look me in the eyes and say that again."

113-was there ever a moment your heart properly loved me?" "there was. until I broke it in the process."

114-"I know it's the wrong thing to do, but I kinda want to."

116-"is this distracting?" "well what do you expect?"

117-"I am so bored." "I might have an idea."

118-"fucking hell, shut your mouth." "make me."

119-"you are mine." "wait, are you fucking jealous?"

120-"do you like what you see, sweetheart?"

121-"alright, what do I get if I win?"

122-"This movie is too scary. Turn it off."

123-"I think you're due for a haircut."

124-"Isn't this, like.. illegal ?" "Probably"

125-"You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this." "No, I'm not drunk at all, you're just blurry."

126-" I vote today be a pyjama day !"

127-"Am I your lock screen ?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

128-"You're not annoying me, it actually makes me happy when you come to me for things like this."

129-"I don't need reason to bring you flowers, I just wanted to."

130-"Are you planned to stay glued to my side the whole day?"

131-"I can't stop looking at your mouth. Not even in a sexual way, you've just got a cute mouth."

132- "Hey cutie, are you single ?" "We've been dating for a year."

133-"I brought you your coffee."

134-"You look like you need a hug."

135-"Do you believe in soul mates?"

136-"Can you feel my heart beating that fast for you?"

137-"Did you just lick me?"

138-"shh.. stop fussing, I'm just braiding your hair."

139-"C'mere, you can seat in my lap until I'm done working."

140- "Are you flirting with me ?" "You finally noticed ?"

141- "What is you're favorite color ?" "The color of your eyes.."

142- "I think you might be my soul mate."

143-"I can't believe you still get flustered when I tell you I love you, even though I've been doing it for years now!"

145-"You're so fucking hot when you're mad."

146-"Stop biting that fucking lip."

147-"I'm not jealous...It's just ...You're mine."

148-"I don't fucking care you're supposed to be mine."

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yourlocalsmutwriter · 7 months

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Don’t bite your tongue, it’s just a word game ‐ Rena x reader

It was time for the class mission and your team wasn’t doing too well. Redlic’s choreography was rejected in favour for Latrice’s and your own rookie group was a bit tense. But there were more obstacles in the way. Buckey entered the hideout, sighing.

‘’Rena barely has me in the video, you can’t see me. I tried to talk to her, everyone’s been kissing up to her. But even though I try I can’t seem to convince her.’’ With that she turns to you, batting her eyes.

‘’Can you try to help.’’. Since you had an interest in Japanese culture from a young age, you had picked up the language. You even had enrolled in a language school to learn it better. Unbeknownst to the people around you, it was called ‘’The lesbian school’’ and you kinda helped with that reputation. Bring together a bunch of teenage girls with the same interests, nerdy looks and too much love for GL manga and Sputnik Sweetheart by Murakami and well. To be fair, it reminded you a bit of this competition. And now it was time to use your Japanese skills to win over a woman again, with less of your sapphic energy, sadly.

You knocking on the door of the Tsubakill hideout was not unusual. You had been bonding with their team since the begging of the competition. Asking about the dance scene in Japan, teaching them more about Korea. You had also been the one to translate the lyrics for the song Rena was choreographing. At the words beckoning you inside you opened the door and were surprised . Rena was alone.Before you could ask, she started explaining herself :

‘’Everyone’s either practicing or resting. But why are you here. Let me guess, Buckey sent you.’’

‘’Yes, but if you could just give her a chance, she can preform well in a more central spot.’’

‘’I’m not doubting your teammate’s skills. But this is a competition, Manequeen should have just preformed better.’’

‘’So this is about strategy. I’ve been nothing but helpful to you. And I can continue to be. Voting the way you want. Teaching you new moves, extra practice. Of course you know I’m a cunning linguist. ‘’ The thing is you didn’t mean to say the last word like that. It was a direct innuendo, a freudian slip on your part. It had been a running joke at your school to make certain Japanese words as gay as possible. And this one stuck, apparently.

“Rena, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It’s a stupid pun I just happened to memorise.”

Instead of saying anything about your fuckup, she just told you.

“I’ll think about it. And while I do, let’s play Shiritori. It always clears my head. ”

You thought that it seemed strange, but you weren’t about to argue with the woman you needed help from. You motioned for her to start.

とうみ she said

もん you continued

こ she replied

いる you fired back, hoping to trip her up. There were no stakes in the game, anyway so there was no point in being competitive. Still, you were curious about what she would say.

むんこ was her response. Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Rena just said pussy. She could’ve played friend, cup or even anger. But she chose that word. Before you could comment any further, she bursts out laughing.

“You should see your face, you’re so red. Did I surprise you?"

“Did you even want to play Shiritori?”

“No. I suck so much at that game. I’m amazed I lasted long enough to pull it off.” With that you both started laughing again.

“You know, I’m surprised that we are getting along so well. You know, with everything being so intense, I didn’t think you were the affectionate type.”

“Not affectionate, huh. How’s this for not being affectionate?” You lean into her and pressed your forehead against hers. You look at her lips for permission and she responds by kissing you. One kiss turns into two and then a full blown make out session on the couch. Apparently your attraction wasn’t as one sided as you thought. And also being cooped up with a lot of beautiful women for weeks had a similar effect on everyone. You wondered if Rena also took longer showers, so she could get off. But you quickly thought of something else, not wanting to go too far, despite how wet you already were.

But soon enough Rena was on top of you, kissing your neck and your hands were under her shirt. In the mess of limbs your knee lightly brushed against her pussy. She moaned and then covered her mouth.

“Should we test if you are a cunning linguist?” She said. You moved from under her and kneeled on the floor. You pulled her body close to yours, removing her panties. Thank god for skirts, am I right. You began kissing her inner thigh and moved slowly to where she wanted you. You lapped at her clit, moving your tongue up. Her hands pulled on your hair, making you both moan. You say. “Need to taste you, Rena.”. But before you do, she pulls you up and gives you a passionate kiss. You decide to tease her again, kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples. As much as you wanted to take your time and please her, you remembered that her crew could be back any time now. So you set out to make her cum before her team comes.

You teasingly flick your tongue on her clit before slowly licking her, fucking her with your tongue. You slip a finger into her while you mouth is on her clit, and added a second finger when she asked for more. You curl two fingers inside her and move them up, while sucking on her clit and look up to watch her cum. She looks so pretty, her face red and her hand over her mouth.

And that’s how you go far in Street Woman Fighter 2.

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #smut fic #tsubakill

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goldenroutledge · 2 years

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midnight cries

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 2.3k

genre: angst i’m sorry

summary: in which y/n had to choose between her dream boy and her dream school. it was a hard goodbye and after months apart, jj hasn’t let go.

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Nights at the Wreck were some of your favorites. Nights where Mike Carrera would reluctantly offer everyone some food after his daughter pleaded, reminding him it’s going to go in the trash at the end of the night anyway.

These same nights, most of the regular customers were long gone, leaving the place empty. Which also gave you all the freedom to rearrange some tables off to the side to make your own dance floor.

You and JJ swayed back and forth in the center, your other friends orbiting you as they danced too. But you weren’t really paying attention.

The vibration of your phone in the back pocket of your jeans distracted you for a moment as you paused your movements, and subsequently JJ did too.

The number on the screen wasn’t saved in your contacts list, and normally you wouldn’t have given it a second glance before pressing decline. But the call you’d been waiting on was much more important than a spam call. And the risk of not taking it and letting it go to voicemail was one you weren’t willing to take.

“I have to take this, babe. I’ll be right back.”

JJ, dramatic as ever, shrugged his shoulders and sighed loudly. “Alright, hurry back.” He dragged out through a soft kiss to your temple.

Quickly, you made your way down the wooden planks of the Wreck’s entrance and leaned against one of the railings before wishing on a star and pressing answer. “Hello?”

This call could either change your life or let you down immensely. Months ago, you submitted an essay for the opportunity to study abroad in Rome for the upcoming school year. It was an honor to even be chosen as an applicant, but getting accepted would be magnificent.

The line went silent as you were solely focused on the woman speaking; who you now confirmed was calling to inform you about your acceptance to the program.

Her words echoed in your head as you strained to figure out if you were making this up or if you were really going to Rome in August.

“Are you there, Ms. Y/l/n?”

“Yes, I’m here ma’am.” You cleared your throat, snapping out of your daze. “I’m beyond excited, thank you so much for this opportunity.”

“Absolutely, you’ve earned it. I’m happy to hear you’re ready to come study with us for the year. Emails will be sent with more information.”

After thanking the woman once more, you exchanged goodbyes and hung up.

The breath of air leaving your lungs in relief was one you didn’t know you were holding in. But now, the anticipation of waiting for your answer slipped away. Only to be soon replaced with the anticipation of actually leaving Kildare County for Rome, Italy.

Your thoughts now had the permission to roam wild. What were you gonna pack? Would your entire style change in Italy? Would you make friends? Is 6 weeks long enough to learn Italian? Will you be able to memorize it all?

Kiara’s laughter from inside snapped you out of it, remembering not only your 4 friends but your boyfriend was waiting for you as well.

JJ’s eyes lit up again once they landed on you coming back inside, as he now sat down on a chair off the side while waiting for you. “What took you so long? I missed you.”

“Can we talk?” You asked him, a look of uncertainty in your eyes as you held your hand out.

“Uh-oh. What happened? It’s not bad is it?” JJ asked skeptically, taking your hand.

“I’ll explain in a second… just come outside with me.”

Your friends hardly noticed the two of you exiting, moving to stand in the same place you were standing a mere 5 minutes ago.

“So, I got the phone call.” You began, knowing JJ knew which phone call you were referring too.

“Oh. What’d they say?” He questioned warily.

In his head, he wants this for you. He came from the same side of the island you did, and he knew an opportunity like this one was few and far between. And just like he told you when you applied; if you have the chance, he wants you to take it.

In his heart however, he wants you with him. Always. He still remembers the many nights of you promising him that you’ll be together no matter what, and that there is nothing that could separate the two of you. He believed you. And he will continue to believe you until proven otherwise.

But knowing how badly you wanted this— how it’s been your dream since 7th grade— there’s no way he can stop you. Because he still remembers those days where you’d sit together at lunch and he’d be the only one to listen to you ramble about what you imagine it’s like studying overseas. There’s no way on Earth JJ could be honest and tear your heart in two, over your dream boy or your dream opportunity. He wouldn’t even think to give you an ultimatum like that.

“They said yes, JJ. They accepted me into the program.”

Oh. JJ thought, reminding himself he had to be happy for you. He is happy for you. Though, it’s bittersweet.

“Congratulations, baby! That’s amazing!” JJ marveled breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you shortly after. “I knew it. I fucking knew you’d get in. I mean, what kind of idiots wouldn’t pick you?”

You giggled into his shoulder, tears welling up in your eyes as it was starting to settle in. “Thanks. I can’t believe I did it.”

“So proud of you, princess.” He breathed out. “Wow. My girl is going to Rome.”

“Call me everyday, okay?” JJ wavered through tears, hands cradling your face, thumbs wiping away tears of your own so delicately.

“Of course, J.” You nodded, lip wobbling. Your face soon dove into his chest as you sobbed quietly, one of his hands smoothing your hair comfortingly.

“I gotta stay in the loop, pretty girl.” He attempted to quip, though his sad tone didn’t allow for much humor to shine through.

“Not a day will go by that I won’t be thinking of you.” Your voice came out as a whimper against his chest, sniffling to try and pull yourself together. This wasn’t the end. The statistics of long-distance relationships scared you, but you and JJ both turned a blind eye to them as well as whatever anyone else had to say.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. Not a day will go by that I won’t be thinking of you either, okay? I promise.”

“Why does it have to hurt like this though? Why do I have to give up someone I love just to do something I love?”

“Compromise, honey. You can’t have it all.” JJ teased.

He was always there to insert his witty remarks and remind you of what life is all about. And even more importantly, what love is about.

The wind blew around you as you gazed with a look of melancholy out onto the nearby water, where your ferry was waiting to take you off the island.

“Do you really think I should go though? Would it be so bad to just cancel? I mean-”

“Hey.” JJ warned. “Stop it. This has been your dream since we were fucking thirteen. And I’ll be damned if I ever let you give that up for me, Y/n. I’ll be okay. And so will you. We’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” You mumbled. “Because you have to be sure. Or I don’t think I can turn around and walk away.”

“I’m sure.” He nodded, though his eyes held some uncertainty. But if it were up to him to convince you things will be okay, he’ll do anything.

The long hand on the watch on your wrist kept moving closer and closer to when it was time to leave, despite you and JJ coming here way early to say your goodbyes.

You stared up at him guiltily, but he offered you a small smile to tell you that your guilt was unnecessary.

“It’s that time.” You sighed sadly. It was that time you’d been dreading ever since you got that call, truly. “I don’t wanna leave you, J. I’m gonna miss you so much. Too much.”

“I know, angel. But if you have to leave me somehow, I’m okay if it’s like this. This isn’t goodbye.”

“You’re right.” You agreed, placing your hand over his that rested on your cheek. “This isn’t goodbye.”

“You’re damn right it’s not, baby.”

November.

Enough time had passed to say you were well set into a routine. Soon finding out that taking this opportunity was, in fact, the right decision.

You and JJ still talked of course, just not as often as either of you would like. The different time zones played a big role in it, to where when JJ was nearly going to bed, you’d be just starting your day. And vice-versa.

JJ had begun to fear the worst for a while. That you both would end up as another statistic, that you two wouldn’t last through this.

Or, you’d easily meet someone new and fall for them instead. The possibility of you developing feelings for someone else broke his heart, and the intrusive thought had it’s way of creeping into the Maybank's mind just before he closed his eyes at night.

At night, JJ did the most thinking. He was left alone in his bedroom, tapping his fingers on his stomach through the thin and worn comforter. The moon shined in through the blinds, and he’d remember how peaceful you looked sleeping beside him.

And now, it had been days, turned weeks, to months— since he had kissed you, held you, woken up next to you. The feeling was torture.

When John B’s birthday rolled around, things got progressively worse. The group felt empty without you, though they knew you’d be there if you could. JJ missed you more than life, and it was noticeable.

By the increase in his drinking and smoking, the way he kept quiet whenever your name was brought up in casual conversation. He always had plenty to say when it came to you, so if that itself wasn’t a dead giveaway, what was? It was JJ Maybank after all. He was never good at processing his feelings.

The blond stared at your number on his missed call list for what felt like a long time. On the screen he saw nothing but your contact name highlighted in red, reminding him again how getting ahold of each other was getting harder and harder these days.

When the screen changed he’d finally noticed that his thumb slipped and the rings of anticipation began as he started praying you’d take his call. And just before he swore his call was going to voicemail, you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Y/n? Hi.”

He sounded nearly surprised, not expecting to hear your voice anywhere outside of his head.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep by now? It’s late there.”

“I wanted to text you to come n’ see me before I remembered you aren’t coming.” JJ muttered wearily, disregarding your small talk. All you two ever did anymore was make small talk.

“JJ…” You sighed. “Are you drunk?”

“We celebrated John B’s birthday tonight. What do you think?”

“The attitude isn’t necessary, J. What’s got you upset?”

“Nothing.” JJ responded dryly. “Besides that my girlfriend is thousands of miles away from me and has been for months. That might have something to do with it.”

“I can always count on your sarcasm. Highlight of my day.” You chuckled. “How was John B’s birthday? Did he get my card?”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure he got it.”

“Oh, good! Did you guys have fun?”

“They had fun.”

“So.. you didn’t?”

“Remember the part when I said my girlfriend’s thousands of miles away?” He remarked. “Nothing’s much fun these days, pretty girl. I miss you all the time. Wish I could see your face. God, the things I would do to see your face right now.”

“Maybe we could FaceTime tomorrow? I’d love to see everyone else too if you’ll be at the Chateau.”

“No.” JJ declined. “Not like that. I want to see you in front of me. I want you here with me. Where you belong.”

“I miss you too, JJ.” You murmured longingly.

“Enough to come home?”

You paused, mouth running dry as the emotion increased in his voice with every word.

“Even just for a week? A weekend? Anything, Y/n.” JJ pleaded. “Just please come home, this doesn’t feel right. At all.”

“You know I’d love to, honey. But I can’t.” You sniffled. “It’s just not a good time, y’know? I don’t think I can book a ticket if I’m not coming back for a while, I mean it’s a lot of money that my parents don’t have to loan me right now.”

Silence.

You were afraid he’d hung up, presuming he would not be happy with your answer in the slightest.

“JJ?”

“It’s late.” He spoke firmly. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“We never go to bed mad at each other, remember? Don’t do that.”

“I’m not mad.”

“You don’t sound like it.”

“I love you, Y/n. Call me tomorrow, okay?” JJ replied, tears rolling down his cheeks with his words, breathing heavily to avoid fully sobbing on the phone with you, feeling bad enough as it is.

“Okay. I love you, too. Sleep well for me.”

JJ let out a watery chuckle, but something about his tone sounded dry. That same sarcasm he always uses to hide his pain. The picture frame he hangs up over the gigantic hole in the wall.

He nods on the other end, though you can’t see him. Truthfully, he’s doing the best he can to self soothe at the moment. He’s trying to picture you right there, in front of him, telling him how everything’s gonna be alright. It can’t rain forever.

“Just for you, I’ll try.”

a/n: the way i wrote this one year ago and i’m just now posting it 💀 i’ll post some fluff soon tho! thanks for reading <33

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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 1 year

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Foxes Insistence

(I was so torn between continuing a bit past the point at the end or cutting, but I decided to cut because I’m tired, and it works better with the flow. Anyways, here’s the next Animal Incident chapter, haha)

Word Count: 4738

Nothing like near death experiences and being eaten to take all the energy out of you. After texting Solomon, it wasn’t long before I passed out beneath the edge of my oversized comforter, curled against the side of my pillow while my phone also went to sleep. I woke up late the next morning with another plate of small portions and texts from basically everyone, along with a box of cookies from Luke that I could only assume were the ones Beel was talking about yesterday.

Speaking of, Beel’s text was an apology for eating me that ended with him saying that I tasted really good, if that helped at all. Given that him eating me was just yesterday and the mild betrayal was still raw, it didn’t, but I said it was fine as long as he didn’t do it again.

Satan, Asmo, Mammon and Levi all asked me if I was alright in their own ways, each one I replied with “I’m sure it’s not the worst thing that’s happened to me”. Belphie texted me about how he missed being able to nap with me and Lucifer said that he hoped that I was okay, giving me the classes that Satan would be sending me notes for. Never a day off with Lucifer.

And, there were still more texts.

Everyone else but Solomon gave me concerned texts since this was my fourth day being ‘sick’, a ruse that I didn’t think the brothers would be able to keep up much longer. Luke and Barbatos both asked if I liked their gifts and I told them that I loved them, even though I haven’t been able to try either Luke’s cookies or Barbatos’s tea. Diavolo was trying to see if I was well enough for him and Barbatos to visit, something that had me feeling bad as I told him that I wasn’t feeling well enough. Simeon’s took a few minutes to decipher, but he said how he hoped I was doing better and I thanked him, sighing tiredly.

They were all definitely going to find out sooner rather than later... I wasn’t going to be the one to burst their bubbles though.

Meanwhile, Solomon asked what time to come over to take a look at the bracelet, and I told him whenever he was available. He suggested that he could stop by at lunch and skip the rest of the day by saying he was sick.

I told him that he could do whatever he wanted with his time and to not rush on my behalf, but he reminded me that it was incredibly important that the charms on the bracelet worked. I didn’t disagree. After the last few days, I really couldn’t disagree.

I debated telling Lucifer about Solomon’s visit over text, but decided not to after a few minutes of thought. If Solomon was quick enough, none of the brothers would even know that he came over. And, if any of them did manage to walk in while he was here? Well, it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission since I didn’t think Lucifer would let the other human over if he knew.

I sighed as I sent my last text. This late in the morning Satan already sent me a couple notes, so I sent my appreciation. But, I didn’t think I could bring myself to focus on them at all with my anxiousness about Solomon’s visit.

So, there wasn’t much to do while I waited for Solomon to come by other than pulling up DevilTube.

Dragging my phone to be propped up against my pillow so that I could watch stuff while eating breakfast, I clicked a random video about Devil Krispies made of different demon cereal. It was something, so I wasn’t too bothered about it. After all, I could just change it if I didn’t like it.

“Are you finally done with all your texting.” someone asked from over the edge of my bed.

“What the fuck?!” I shouted and jumped in surprise, quickly turning my attention to the edge of the bed where the voice came from. I quickly paused the video to give me silence to hear better, torn between walking to the edge of the mattress and peering down or staying firmly by the pillow away from the voice. The sound of shifting fabric and something against the floor reached me a second before a pair of eyes and fluffy ears popped into view. And with a face to the voice, I exclaimed, “Belphie?! What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

“Skipping classes to sleep and wait for you to wake up,” the demon replied groggily, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he straightened up more, crossing his arms on the bed and causing it to creak slightly as he rested his chin on top of his forearms to look at me.

“And why were you waiting for me to get up,” I asked, torn between whether I should be exasperated or scared.

“I don’t know, hang out?” Belphie shrugged, frowning with something akin to displeasure. “You’re so small though.”

“Yes.” Exasperation it was, apparently. At least he wasn’t practically drooling over me like Beel had. “I’ve been rather small for the last few days now.”

“Yeah, but we haven’t seen you much other than the house meetings during this whole time. It’s different seeing you up close. You’re quarantined in here like you’re actually sick and Lucifer won’t let any of us see you other than Levi and him.”

“Oh. I guess so, yeah…” I blinked a bit in surprise. I hadn’t realized this period of solitude could be seen as a bad thing by the others, having found myself relishing the alone time without having to do much. “I’m kind of enjoying the break from the hijinks… well, kind of break. Don’t have to worry about being dragged to parties and stuff.”

Belphie rolled his eyes and groaned. “Ugh, you and Levi would just live in your rooms if you could, wouldn’t you?”

“I would, yes. Also, that’s fucking rich coming from the one who literally skipped class to sleep,” I crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow as Belphie frowned defensively at the statement.

“I nap where I can.”

“Including my floor, apparently,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I walked over to the small tray with tiny portions. It was cold, but I wasn’t surprised and didn’t care as I sat down to eat. Despite my instinctive nervousness, I tried to start up some small talk, asking, “Did you get a chance to look at the tome Lucifer showed y’all last night? You know he’ll be bothering all of you to recite it when he gets home.”

“Satan and Levi hogged the book. Ugh, I guess I should give it a look though, huh?” Belphie grumbled, burying his face in his arms for a second.

“Unless you want me to berate you now and get yelled at by Lucifer later, yeah, you should,” I replied. Part of me was wary, expecting Belphie to make a threatening comment or reach for me, but I only felt his stare. It was unnerving, but he seemed in control. For now, at least.

“Being yelled at by Lucifer is nothing to me, but I don’t really feel like being yelled at by both of you,” the Avatar of Sloth sighed, groaning as he stood up and stretched. “I’ll be back.”

‘I’ll be here.”

I watched Belphie leave the room, leaving my door ajar as he left. It wasn’t ideal that he was skipping classes today of all days, but he was also the last demon to snitch about Solomon’s visit to Lucifer whenever the other human came over.

While Belphie was gone, I finished my breakfast and walked back to my phone, unpausing the video to continue watching weird Devil Krispies be made. When he came back, he asked permission that I gave him to lay on the bed to read the protection spell Lucifer talked about. I did have to snap at him to be careful about getting into the bed when I was sent flying into the air a few inches as he flopped his entire body weight on the mattress suddenly. It didn’t hurt cause I just landed back on the comforter, but it had been jarring.

In the pauses between the videos I absentmindedly watched, I could hear him muttering under his breath, sounding like whatever it was Mammon had murmured days ago. Maybe. A lot of Latin still sounded similar to me. He could just be complaining in Latin.

We stayed like that for a while, doing our own things in amicable silence. Despite my heartrate being constantly more heightened and being a bit more on edge, it was a nice sense of normalcy other than the massive size difference. It was also nice to just hang out without it having to be for studying, I hadn’t realized that I was getting a little lonely. Eventually, though, Belphie broke the silence that hung between us.

“Remember when I threatened to eat you around when we first met?”

I stiffened and frowned, giving him a cautious glance as I replied hesitantly, “I’d repressed that memory… Along with the one of you killing me.”

Please don’t be going where I think this is going.

“I thought we were well past that,” Belphie frowned, eyes narrowing a bit at me.

“You’re the one that started us down memory lane,” I retorted, ears flattening in irritation while my tail flicked. Narrowing my eyes, I added with suspicion, “Why, Belphie?”

The demon continued to stare at me for a few seconds, his ear twitching a bit as he mulled something over for a few seconds. “What if I eat you right now?”

“God fucking-,” I growled as my suspicions were confirmed by his question, burying my face in my hands for a second with an irritated groan before lifting my head back up. Tail twitching nervously, I paused the DevilTube video I was watching and warningly said, “Belphie. No.”

“Mammon proved that it was safe though. None of us even knew that he ate you!”

“And Beel proved that it’s incredibly dangerous,” I snapped back. “If he ended up biting me or Levi hadn’t walked in, I could have been severely injured!”

“But you’re not,” Belphie replied, mattress creaking under his weight as he shifted to look towards me a bit more. “Besides, you’ve almost died hundreds of times at this point, so I don’t see why this would be a big deal.”

“That’s not the point! I don’t want to keep testing my luck more than I already do by just being a human in the Devildom,” I stood up and exited DevilTube, looking through my apps for my texts. “At this point, I oughtta - Hey!”

My hand was suddenly brushed aside as Belphie’s hand lowered in front of me, blocking my view of my phone and eliciting a startled squeak from me as I was pulled away from the device by his palm.

“Oh no, you don’t,” the Avatar of Sloth said, using his other hand to grab my phone, put it to sleep, and lightly toss it on the comforter away from me.

My heart raced in my chest. He didn’t scoop me up off the bed, my feet were planted as firmly as they could be against it, but his fingers were slightly curled around me. It seemed like he was trying to be careful, but I was still panicking a bit given past experience over the last few days.

“B-Belphie, fuck off,” I snarled, scrambling against his fingers a bit as I moved to push myself away.

“You’re fine,” he huffed, moving on the bed to lay on his stomach and look at me. While his eyes held the familiar sleepy gaze I was used to, there was the same unnerving keenness that I’d seen him glance at me before in the house meetings. “I can’t have you blabbing to Lucifer. He’d be back here before either of us could blink.”

“That’s kind of what I was going for, now LET ME GO!”

“It’s not like I’m going to hurt you,” Belphie scoffed a bit, ears lowering slightly as something unreadable crossed his expression. But, it was shaken off quickly and he raised an eyebrow. “I’m just curious, and I’m sure everyone else is too. Well, maybe not Mammon and Beel anymore, but you get what I mean.”

“Well I’m not very curious about being eaten for a third time,” I bristled. “It’s unpleasant and terrifying!”

“But, it’ll be perfectly safe this time,” Belphie almost seemed ready to plead like when he wanted naptime cuddles, borderline pouting. “I kind of felt it when Beel ate you yesterday and I want to know what it’s like first-hand.”

“Wait, you felt Beel eat me?” I asked, frowning in confusion. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that information. I knew the duo could tell each others emotions and stress, but what they ate?

“Well, sort of,” Belphie sighed, shifting to roll over onto his back and taking me with as his hand kind of scooped me up off the bed. He ignored the alarmed “Belphie?!” I let out and settled on my pillows, holding me up above him to see. The height was a little dizzying from my perspective, clutching onto the fingers around my abdomen. “After classes, I started to feel the phantom hunger that comes with Beel being hungrier than usual. But, it soon got bad enough that I could feel my own mouth start to water and my instincts flared up. And I felt Beel’s delight at whatever he’d found to eat-.”

“Which was me,” I interrupted with anxious irritation, not caring as his ear twitched in annoyance.

“Yes, it was you. Anyways, that wasn’t the weirdest part. After he ate you, Beel just… stopped being hungry. There was panic, yeah, which caught me off guard, but the usual phantom hunger just wasn’t there,” Belphie finished. Movement in the corner of my vision caught my attention and I looked to see that the hand not holding me moved to rest over his abdomen, probably remembering the feeling. Or lack of?

“Okay, and?” I nervously asked, heart skipping a beat as Belphie was quiet for a few seconds in thought. “If you already felt him eat me, why do you need to eat me?”

“Because,” the demon blinked in surprise, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as his attention was brought back to me. “If eating you makes Beel, the Avatar of Glutton, lose his ravenous hunger, I’m thinking you’ve got to be pretty good.”

“Belphie, I’m not just a snack you can go, ‘Oooh, let me try some!’,” I snapped mockingly, indignation turning into a worried yelp as Belphie lowered me closer to his face.

“Really? Cause you’re looking very edible right now, and I slept through breakfast,” he licked his lips in anticipation, before starting to recite what I assumed to be the protection spell.

“Wha- Belphie, don’t you DARE! If you eat me, Lucifer’s gonna- A-Ah, wait!”

Belphie finished the spell, sending a magical shudder down my spine that I must not have noticed when Mammon ate me, and the jaws beneath me opened beneath me. Of course I kicked and cursed as I was lowered closer, and then dropped, surrounded by teeth and flesh for the third time.

“Mmngh, s-stop moving,” Belphie rumbled around me as I squirmed, his voice loud and mumbly. Before I could even think of any kind of retort against the demon, the tongue beneath me lurched up, pinning to the roof of his mouth for a second as he swallowed excess saliva. And then I was swept aside with a yelp, slipping between his teeth for a terrifying moment as I was shoved into his cheek. “You’re distracting.”

“I’m distracting?!” I exclaimed, mouth dropping open a bit at the sheer audacity. Anger flared past the fear, kicking against the nearest gums and shouting, “You’re fucking eating me, I don’t care about being distracting!”

A sigh rushed by, the demon mumbling, “You’re fiiiine. You’ve got the protection spell and everything, and I’ll let you after a little bit.”

“That’s not comfor- STOP FUCKING IGNORING ME, YOU ASS,” I shrieked as the teeth beside me split apart further and I was whisked back to the center of his mouth by the tongue. Squirming and kicking as I was tasted for several more seconds, each one spent becoming more soaked and rumbled by purrs, I found myself panting by the time Belphie began to tilt his head back. Despite my continued struggles and protests.

For the third time, I felt the tongue move beneath me, preparing to nudge me back to be swallowed. But, after two more times of being eaten, I was slightly less frazzled and found myself instinctively twisting onto my back. Pressing my shoes on the roof of Belphie’s mouth, I tried to brace myself against his tongue, not expecting it to work. But everything paused for a second, to my surprise.

“Mmnngh?” a confused noise accompanied by everything lurching around me in surprise. Belphie shifted his tongue beneath me, my legs shaking as I struggled against him trying to dislodge me.

I managed to last a couple seconds against the massive appendage but eventually my legs weren’t strong enough to keep me in place. All it took was a significant shift from the tongue beneath me to cause my feet to slip, yelping as I was squished against the roof of the mouth again.

Pleased purrs started up around me at the lack of resistance and, before I could try and brace myself again, I found myself slipping back until my shoes touched the back of his mouth. All it took was one swallow to drag me down into his throat, another to hasten my descent, leaving me surrounded by constricting muscles that made it harder to struggle against the situation. I felt everything get tighter as I slipped past what I could only guess was Belphie’s collarbone, purring and heartbeat increasing in volume.

Unfortunately familiar, I found myself sliding into the more open space of the demon's stomach after several seconds, trying to shake off the disorientation that came from being eaten. Grumbling to myself, I took in a deep inhale and sat up, preparing to demand Belphie release me. But, I was startled at a thump from one of the walls that pressed against me for a moment.

“I can definitely see why Beel would be so satisfied,” Belphie purred, the stomach vibrating from the intensity of them. “There’s just something about eating you that hits the spot.”

“Great,” I growled sarcastically, glancing around the dark space anxiously. Instinctively, I scratched my hands where they had started burning to Beel’s acids yesterday, despite not feeling the same effects now at all. My tail lashed in restrained fear as I snapped, “Now that you’ve satisfied your curiosity, let me the fuck out!”

The stomach shifted beneath me, causing me to yelp as I found myself squished between the walls for a second. It took a couple seconds and a tired, thoughtful groan from above to realize that the demon was stretching, affecting the stomach space.

“Mmmm,” Belphie hummed in mock thought as he relaxed from the stretch, giving me some more breathing room. “I actually think I’m kind of tired. All that studying and eating you took it out of me.”

“Belphie,” I said warningly, elbowing the stomach wall. “Belphie, I swear to god, if you fall asleep with me inside, I will make your life a living Hell whenever I’m turned back to normal!”

“Hmm, it’s kind of weird. It’s almost like I can’t hear you,” the purrs increased as the demon replied.

Angry and nervous, I opened my mouth to shout at him some more, interrupted by an anxious squeak as everything felt like it turned and I slid across the organ. I wasn’t given a moment to process what happened, finding myself suddenly feeling very squashed as a large weight pressed down on me. It only served to make me feel even more claustrophobic, Belphie’s purrs reverberating through my bones.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

Purrs and some more shifting were the only answer I got for a second before Belphie replied, “Mm, getting comfortable. I-I’m finding it hard to stay awake.”

I paled at his yawn interrupting him for a second, knowing just how quickly he could fall asleep. Starting to try and shove the stomach above me, I snapped, “Belphie, don’t you fucking fall asleep while I’m in here! Belphie!... Belphie! Let me out!”

Nothing but content purrs from my current captor. And, as seconds ticked on, it was obvious that it wasn’t a bit. He had actually passed out.

“F-Fuck,” I grumbled to myself worriedly. Ears flat against my head, I tried not to think about all the ways this could go wrong. I just hoped that Belphie actually knew that this was safe and wasn’t just bullshitting for impulsively selfish reasons like he has before. It didn’t help how dismissive he’d been towards my, I thought valid, concerns. “I’m going to kick his ass when I’m back to normal size, I fucking swear.”

But, time went on and I was no more itchy than before, only suffering from the stomach basically acting like an overly warm and slimy sleeping bag. Eventually, my nerves dissipated enough that boredom kicked in. And, once that happened, there wasn’t much else to do but follow the lead of Belphie. It took a while to doze off, but it was helped by the constant quiet purring.

….

A muffled voice called out in the distance, making me stir a bit. The voice faded to background noise fairly quickly for a few seconds. The next time it happened, it was a lot closer. “Belphie?”

I didn’t really pay any mind to the voice. Not until I felt my surroundings shake and the voice spoke up again.

“Belphie. Belphie, wake up. Do you know where Kat is?”

Solomon?

Groggily, I tried to push myself up, confused when I couldn’t sit up. Reaching up to rub the sleep from my eyes, I froze when I heard a loud, confused “Hmm?” around me. Solomon repeated himself while I remembered where I’d fallen asleep.

“Kat?” Belphie sleepily replied, the stomach shifting as he moved.

“I- fuck,” I cursed at myself, burying my face in my hands for a second before shouting, “I’m here Solomon!”

“What? Where are you? You sound so quiet,” Solomon sounded like he was frowning in confusion. I didn’t really blame him.

“I-I’m in Belphie!” I exclaimed. I tried to sit up again and the demon in question purred at my movement, causing me to growl and kick the nearest stomach wall. “Fucking wake up, you prick!”

“Ugh, I’m getting up,” Belphie replied, making me slide across the bottom of his stomach as he sat up.

“Belphie, you ate Kat,” Solomon asked, a tinge of disbelief in his voice. He didn’t even wait for a response before adding, “Well, I guess I can understand Lucifer’s concern about getting the bracelet in the first place. If the bracelet doesn’t work properly though, how are they okay?”

“Protection spell,” the demon yawned above me. “Lucifer’s having us all learn it in case we lose control of our instincts.”

“Is that why you ate Kat?”

“NO!” I shouted before Belphie could respond. “Fucker just wanted to see what it was like!”

“Hmm, well, I can’t fix your bracelet if you’re inside of him,” Solomon said, as if I wouldn’t have known that.

“No shit, Sherlock, but I can’t exactly make him do anything. So if you could get him to spit me out, that’d be great.”

“I’m right here, you know,” Belphie replied grumpily, huffing and making the stomach lurch slightly.

“Well, are you going to barf me back out or what, then,” I snapped, kicking his stomach angrily again.

“I don’t actually know if I can. I might need that hex that Lucifer used on Mammon and Beel.”

“What do Mammon and Beel have to do with this?” Solomon asked.

“Are you-,” I stiffened in anger at Belphie’s response. Quiet for a moment, I immediately burst angrily, exclaiming, “You’re telling me that you fucking ate me out of curiosity, half-assed reassurances about how this was ‘perfectly safe’ compared to when Mammon and Beel ate me, fucking took a nap, and you didn’t have a fucking way to get me out?! How the fuck were you expecting this to go?!”

Belphie sighed, replying, “I was honestly kind of expecting to sleep until the others got out of classes, have Lucifer make me cough you up and take whatever punishment he was gonna give me.”

“WHAT THE FUCK, BELPHIE?!”

“If I could interrupt before you go on another angry tirade, Kat,” Solomon interjected before I could take another inhale to continue yelling at Belphie. “I could try and teleport you out.”

I blinked in surprise, anger giving way a bit to curiosity. Frowning in confusion, I warily asked, “Wha- teleport me out? Isn’t that, like, dangerous?”

“To the inexperienced, yes. But, given my years of studying and my connection with Asmo, I should be able to get a decent hold of your magical signature to get you out of Belphie’s stomach. If anything, this is potentially dangerous to Belphie since I’ve ever had to teleport objects or people outside of living things.”

“Dangerous for me,” Belphie asked, sounding displeased. “Don’t I get a say in this then?”

“I vote no. You ate me without certainty of my whole situation, so I say we try to teleport me out without certainty of your situation,” I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I have to agree with Kat on this one,” Solomon agreed, giving me a feeling of triumph. “I don’t know the limitations of the protection spell Lucifer is having you learn, but I need to take a look at their protection bracelet as soon as possible. That, and I want to hear what I’ve missed with you guys these last few days.”

“Ugh, fine. Do what you have to do, I guess,” Belphie grumbled.

“Alright, well, give me a moment. Kat, you might feel a sort of tugging in a few seconds,” Solomon warned.

“Tugging? What kind of tuggi- okay, yup,” I jolted at a weird sensation that ran through my body, like vertigo except I wasn’t moving. I felt a sudden onset of dizziness and nausea, my vision spotting for a second before I felt like I was being spread apart uncomfortably, flinching at the unfamiliar feeling.

Suddenly, I found myself blinking in bright light, crying out in surprise as I fell. It was only a couple inches before I jolted to a stop.

“Wow, you really are small. And slimy,” Solomon’s voice was a lot closer than before, no longer muffled by layers of muscle and bone.

As my vision cleared, I realized that I’d been teleported right above Solomon’s waiting hands. Sitting up, I grimaced at the feeling of drool cooling on me as it began to dry, realizing that some was pooling in Solomon’s palms. Instinctively, I apologized, “My bad. In my defense, not my fault.”

“Hey,” Belphie’s indignant voice had me looking towards it, the demon looking disgruntled, large, fluffy tail flicking along the bed.

“You’re telling me that it’s not your fault that you’re only a few inches tall and… a rodent?” the sorcerer asked in amusement, hands shifting as he tried to get a better look at me.

“Yes, it wasn’t my fault,” I replied, ears flattening. I couldn’t help but feel somewhat self conscious under his gaze. Sighing, I rubbed the back of my neck and added, “Look, let me get cleaned up and I’ll fill you in, okay?”

“Okay,” Solomon nodded, seeming way too excited to hear about the whole thing. “I can’t wait to hear what the brothers got you into now.”

“More like what brothers they’ve gotten into,” Belphie smirked from the bed.

My face heated in embarrassment, glaring at him and snapping, “PHRASING! Belphie, I swear to god, I’m going to kick your ass when I’m normal sized for this whole thing!” |< || < || >

#cinnwrites #shall we vore #g/t #g/t vore #soft vore #safe vore #animal incident

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thedoctorsaysimwrong · 8 months

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i will make everyone regret the fact i've reread gaston's blog and found this god-forsaken news site again. ANYWAY this is a PERMANENT STARTER CALL.

by liking this here wittle post, you are giving me permission to send asks , throw starters at you , tag you in things that relate to our characters , send memes a plenty , in short you're just making sure i don't get a panic attack wondering if i should interact with you or not.

a reminder that : any post, starter, meme, i send or tag you in are not an obligation, a blood contract. you don't have the inspiration, the mind, the energy? just ignore. as for memes, i like to send many for variety's sake but you can answer as little as 0 or as many as sent.

your comfort is more important than this old roleplaying thing.

#( calls. )#( for the night crowd )#( i'll reblog tomorrow )#( for the morning crowd )#( it doesn't mean i'll send something right this instant )#( but i'll at least be less stressed if you reblog a meme that my sending something won't annoy the heck outta you )#( for multimuses ; if there's just one or two muses of yours you're comfy for jack to interact with tell me in the replies )#( otherwise everything's fine )

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thecollectionsof · 1 year

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try and catch the wind

i forgot to put the name but hi this is leave the light on part 4

sorry i only post this in the middle of the night for some reason so most of you read it during the day </3 (especially my beloved @cherubbcheeks i hope i didn't keep you waiting !!! here's a night fic for your morning. oops.) and thanks to the lovely @gggoode for looking over it, i adore you !!!!!

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Gigi’s coming home tonight. She’s usually at Gigi’s apartment, waiting on the couch or in bed or in the kitchen, but tonight she’s at her apartment alone except for her thoughts and her paintbrush.

Crystal always gets more creative when she’s stressed, or overthinking, or anxious, or…

Whatever it is, she doesn’t remember the last time she put down the brush. Two hours, six hours? What time was it, anyway?

I don’t think I can make her happy.

And there it is again. Her hand flexes around the brush. She keeps painting.

She doesn’t know what got into her. Everything was fine between the two of them—they were spending time together over facetime just a few days ago and had sent each other memes yesterday morning, as they always do. So why did she suddenly feel like Gigi hates her? She knew it probably wasn’t true, but her brain latched onto the thought as if she had heard the words fall from her lips. As if Gigi had turned to her and said “I hate you,” clean and easy and simple like that.

Why would she like you? She’s so good, and you’re just… you.

Stop thinking.

She dips her brush in orange, one that reminds her of Gigi’s hair.

Stop, don’t think about her.

Orange is Gigi’s favorite color. She cleans her brush, and dips it in green instead.

She doesn’t know what she was thinking the other day. In a few days, if I’m brave enough, I’ll get the courage to tell Gigi how I feel, she had thought, and now? Now she knew that it wouldn’t go well.

Just look at them, look at her and Gigi. Gigi is a tall, picturesque beauty with a personality that grabs everyone’s attention. She’s funny and witty, thoughtful and kind, says what she thinks, knows what she wants. If Gigi, somehow, against all odds wanted her?

If Gigi wanted her then she’d be Gigi’s. Simple as that. Gigi is ambitious and she gets what she wants, and Crystal just has to come to terms with the fact that it’s not her.

She gets purple on the brush, and keeps going.

Gigi’s coming back today, and maybe she’s already home. She’s coming back from visiting her parents and they said that they would see each other but Crystal can’t, not when she would finally come face to face with the fact that she has to find a way to get over the perfect girl. There are other people in the world but none of them are Gigi, and she’s going to have to try and forget about the way they work so well together, the way she wants to kiss her, the way she likes to be cuddled. She probably shouldn’t cuddle her anymore, or give her kisses on the forehead, or…

She never asked permission to do those things in the first place. What if Gigi didn’t want them? What if she’s been forcing it on her this whole time?

Gigi probably didn’t hate her. She knew that much. if she hated her, she wouldn’t spend this much time with her, right? Gigi always says that she’s strong and doesn’t do things she doesn’t want to do, but she hasn’t stood up to Crystal before, not in anything bigger than where they should get takeout from. It scares her.

What if Gigi felt like she couldn’t say no? What if she really was forcing her into something she didn’t want? She couldn’t ask her out, not when it would alter everything for them. Gigi wouldn't make her stop being affectionate, probably, but Crystal couldn’t continue, not after she would be let down like that. Gigi would probably say something like “it’s not you, it’s me,” because of course she would, and then Crystal would have to get over her as fast as she could because she wouldn’t want to make Gigi uncomfortable with it.

Fuck, Gigi.

She’s in love with Gigi. And Gigi doesn’t love her back, there’s no chance.

She should use red paint there. Clean brush, get paint, go back in.

All she wants is to be held in her arms. All she wants is to lean over and kiss that little fond smile off her face, the one she gets when she’s tired and they’re talking right before bed. All she wants is Gigi, with her flaws and her warmth and her brightness and her jokes. All she wants is Gigi, during the daytime and at night tucked up in bed, and all of the times in between.

It feels impossible. Despite the weird, blurred friendship they have, it’s all Crystal can think about. If Gigi wanted her, she’d be Gigi’s. But she’s not, so it’s useless. She shouldn’t even try talking to her about it, should she? It’d be like… like trying to catch the wind in a net, or chasing a mirage in a desert, or some other thing with high effort and no reward. It’s useless at this point, she should just give up and—

“Hi Crys,” Gigi’s gentle voice sounds from behind her, making her jump. She puts down the brush and takes a second to collect herself, not prepared to see the subject of her spiraling thoughts just yet. She hardly has time to exhale the deep breath she took before Gigi comes up behind her, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and resting her chin on her head. Despite everything, she feels a smile grow on her face, one that she can’t stifle even with the tail-end of the cyclical anxieties still echoing through her mind.

“Gigi! You’re home!” The excitement is a bit subdued but it’s still present and overwhelming and real, and she has to fight off the urge to lean back and kiss her cheek in greeting. She leans back into the warmth anyway, closing her eyes for a moment.

She’s in Gigi’s arms again. It’s been a week and a half but it feels like forever to her, even with their calls. Gigi’s home, and maybe she can sleep well tonight.

Gigi’s clinging to her, the scents of the products she uses in her hair and the detergent she uses surrounding Crystal, providing comfort to her even when Gigi’s the reason she’s anxious in the first place. “I’m home,” Gigi murmurs into her hair as she goes to give her a gentle kiss on the crown of her head, “I missed you so much.”

“I’m glad you're home.” The words are more true than she wants to admit, but she knows that Gigi knows. They speak in subtext so much they’re fluent, and it’s a miracle that Gigi hasn’t picked up how much Crystal loves her.

Oh god, what if she has? What if she doesn’t know how to let her down easy? What if she—

“You weren’t there. When I got back.” It’s a question dressed as a statement, one that Crystal shies away from. Where were you?

“I have no idea how long I’ve been painting,” she replies, and it’s true, but it’s not the full truth. What if you didn’t want me there? I didn’t want to force myself onto you.

“Let’s take a break.”

Gigi pulls back gently, and Crystal lets her. She spins on her shitty, thrifted stool, coming to wrap her arms around her and tucking her head against her chest. It’s the exact comfort she wanted and she lets herself be selfish, lets herself live in the warm light of Gigi.

Gigi’s like the light. She's warm light, she’s warm and comforting and everything she needs.

Leave the light on.

Crystal wasn’t even sure she remembers it, remembers the way her words were soft at the request. “Leave the light on,” Gigi had said that very first time she stayed at her apartment alone, and Crystal never failed to repeat the words back to her whenever those roles were reversed. She doesn’t know if Gigi remembered when she came home that night, drunk and giggly and full of love, making her pinky promise to never let her light be dulled.

She had nudged her shoulder at the words, and in her drunken state Gigi just pouted, her pinky still extended.

You’re glowing, Crys. Don’t ever… don’t let your light be dulled.

The words stuck with her as if Gigi had emblazoned them across her chest. They were a bit slurred, and the way Gigi’s face lit up when she finally linked their pinkies was blinding. Who was Gigi to talk about glowing when she looked at her like that?

When she looks at her like this?

“Let me put it away. And then we can go to bed, if you’re tired,” she replies, and they reluctantly let go of each other so Crystal can work. She can feel Gigi’s eyes on her as she contemplates the canvas for another second, adding a few more decisive brushstrokes before packing it away. They don't talk, don't need to, not when they’re just happy to be together at all. Gigi will talk about her time at home later, sharing quiet stories in the small space between them as they lay in each other’s arms in Crystal’s bed.

They’re headed there now. It’s late and she knows it, and the way Gigi’s eyes take longer to open with each blink betrays her tiredness. She’s been driving all day, but she still somehow made the trip to come sleep with her. It shakes the part of her that’s still whispering cruel and bitter criticism at her, the part of her that convinces her that Gigi feels nothing but disdain for her.

“Do you want to go get in pajamas while I make you tea?” she asks over her shoulder as she puts the cap on the last tube of paint. It’s the orange one that reminded her of Gigi, the one she didn’t use. She wishes she did, now that her fears didn’t seem as pressing anymore. They weren’t gone—as much as Gigi’s presence and warmth assured her that she didn’t hate her, her mind still knew exactly where her weak spots were.

Gigi doesn’t reply. It’s unusual for her, and when Crystal turns around Gigi’s just watching her, an unreadable expression on her face. “What?”

“You’re so…” she trails off, her face softening. It’s two steps to bridge the gap between them, and Gigi does it in measured steps. Crystal doesn’t know what Gigi’s trying to say, and she still can’t understand what she’s saying when she searches her face for the meaning. Her eyes are soft, and she has this pretty, open-mouthed shocked expression—or maybe it’s awe? Whatever it is, it makes her heart race. She regrets not putting on music while she was painting, because then she knows that at least Gigi wouldn’t hear the way her heart is beating out of her chest. Probably.

“What?” she prompts, when Gigi comes to stand in front of her. Gigi’s looking at her too, her eyes flitting around her face, resting on her eyes. And then her lips.

Is she…

“You’re so good, and so pretty, and so… so bright.” Eyes, lips. Crystal holds her breath, waiting. “You’re thinking too much. I missed you more than you could ever know.”

In a few days, if I’m brave enough, I’ll get the courage to tell Gigi how I feel.

Go. Now. Be brave.

“Maybe, maybe not,” she responds, and then she kisses her.

It starts hesitant, a quiet question in the way her lips linger before they finally connect. She goes to pull away, a pang of sharp anxiety shooting through her, but she’s stopped by Gigi’s hands coming up to pull her in even further as she deepens the kiss.

She’s kissing Gigi. She’s kissing Gigi, who tastes like the mint gum she keeps in her purse, and who’s gently lacing her fingers through her curls. She’s kissing Gigi and it feels so, so good.

It’s not long until they pull away, breath still intermingling, and Crystal knows that she’s looking up at her with a mix of wonder and disbelief. "Wow," she breathes, and it’s all she can say.

Gigi smiles back at her, her eyes shining with affection. "Yeah," she says, "wow." She leans back in, capturing Crystal’s lips in another gentle kiss, before she breaks away to hold her instead, tucking her head into the crook of Crystal’s neck. “I wanna do that more, but I wanna go to bed.”

Crystal smiles, a fond, huge grin. She brings her lips to Gigi’s forehead in an almost-kiss, and she can’t help the way that her shoulders begin to shake in disbelieving giggles. Gigi joins her after a second, and soon they’re holding each other and laughing, a tear or two escaping her eyes. She can’t help it—going from the all-encompassing anxiety that Gigi hates her to… whatever this meant for them in under an hour? It was overwhelming.

“We can keep doing that in bed,” she offers, and Gigi nods, her giggles settling down but still not moving, “c’mon, the bed’s been lonely without you.” Gigi tucks herself closer for one more second before leaving her arms.

Despite everything that happened, despite everything it might change going forward, they still get ready for bed exactly as they would any other night—exactly the same, except for the occasional bright grin they share, one that needs no more words to get its point across. Gigi still tuts when Crystal throws her clothes into her hamper from across the room but quietly cheers when it makes it in. They brush their teeth together, sharing the sink, and Crystal tries to make her laugh by nudging her and doing weird dances while trying to keep brushing her teeth. They still slip under the covers one at a time, and Gigi faces away and grabs a stuffed animal, her usual silent plea to be cuddled when she’s as tired as she is now.

“Sleeping doesn’t feel right when you’re not with me,” she whispers when Crystal finally tucks herself against her, laying an arm over her. Before she forgets, she reaches back to feel for the lamp, turning it off in a practiced motion and bathing them in only the light from the window.

“I want you here all the time,” she replies, her words an echo of words Gigi had told her in the past. She doesn’t linger on it, her mind already succumbing to the pull of sleep when she could already hear Gigi’s breaths evening out. She waits until she knows Gigi is asleep, just in case, before whispering, “I love you.”

She doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring. She doesn’t know what it means for her, for them. But with Gigi tucked in her bed with her, her quiet breaths even and familiar, Crystal can’t help but think that it’ll all be alright.

#every time you think it's done there's another part <3 until part 5. that's the last part #this will be on ao3 eventually!!! after it's done probably #crygi #gi writing? it's more likely than you think #series: leave the light on

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running-freee · 2 years

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I Need You Ch. 3

Austin!ElvisxOC

Word count: 1.2k

Prompt: Beverly Sherman is a young girl who had a military family that was forced to move all over the country. When her Father is sent to Germany for work, her and her family follows along. There she meets Elvis Presley who takes a liking to her. From there the rest is history.

TW: Age gap relations between minor and adult. Angst.

A/N: Hey y’all. As some have seen in my last post I wanted to bring attention to the age gap relationship. As this is the main factor for the angst between the two main characters, I have said that this is based off of Priscilla’s life story. I understand the uncomfy-ness of it all but I can assure everyone it moves on quickly from the relationship to a jump in time when she is older. Unfortunately, my own family has a similar age gap from the same period so this whole age gap doesn’t shock me as much since my grandma had my dad when she was 17. Hope everyone understands the miscommunication on my part.

Chapter 3: Little Sister

“But dad please!”

“Beverly, no! Your mother and I have made it very clear to you. What does a grown man want to do with a 14 year old girl anyway!”

I had asked my parents permission to go see Elvis again the next day.

Clearly, it wasn’t going well.

I broke the ice when my mother was recapping the night before.

“Debbie just made such a good casserole! Remind me the next time we’re over to ask for her recipe! Bev sweetie, who was it that you were with last night? You seemed to have had a good time.” Really my mother had asked, and I was just telling the truth.

My parents hadn’t formally banned us from supporting Elvis like many of my friends' parents did back in Texas. It was in Austin that he burst onto our radars. Like everyone else, me and all my friends listened to his records and swooned at his dreamy voice. That was until, he made controversy for shaking his hips and having outrageous hair on live television.

Once we moved to Germany, Elvis was the talk of the town. My parents found him a little more respectable after he too came to Germany. They saw him as fulfilling his patriotic duty. Still, this wasn’t to say they were his biggest fan. Definitely at this moment, they were Anti-Elvis.

“Well we just talk daddy! I’m lonely! He’s lonely! It really is nothing more than that. I just need a friend and we both understand each other! You guys know how I’ve struggled to keep friendships since moving, well, my whole life really and now you’re holding me back from making any friends at all!”

“Honey, you only met him once, how do you know his intentions at all? Logistically this seems a little strange.” My mother said, looking at me as if I had ten heads.

“Look,” my father sighs “we just don’t want you getting hurt. You’ve been doing so well in school recently, I just don’t want you throwing that all away for a boy you just met, let alone a famous one. Who knows what you’re getting into, there could be so much that goes wrong.”

I understand where they are coming from, I really do. But at this point I made such a good connection with Elvis, I really want to see him again. It was innocent. Plus, I wish they could see my side. It would be any girl's dream to go to Elvis’ house and spend even an hour with him.

My father sighed once again, taking a sip of his cocktail he would make himself after work.

“Alright, you can go” my ears perked up “under one condition.” I’ll take anything at this point to go see him, I don’t care about any condition. “You complete your schoolwork for the day and you come home no later than 10 P.M.”

I squealed in delight and shot up out of my seat. I hugged my parents. “I won’t let you guys down, I promise!

Shortly after, my parents went to bed. I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed the paper that Elvis had given me with his number written down on it. I pick up the phone dialing and hear the tone ring.

“Hello?” A voice I don’t recognize says on the other side of the phone.

“Um, hi? This is Beverly Sherman. Elvis gave me this number last night.”

“Oh, Just give me one moment.” The voice then became slightly muffled. “E, the girl from last night is on the line waiting for you!”

My heart skipped a beat. The thought of Elvis coming to the phone and possibly even talking about me to his friends.

“Beverly?” His warm drawl said across the telephone.

“Hi Elvis.”

“Hi.” He said back as a chuckle came following. “I’m happy you called me. I’ve been thinking about you all day today.” I felt my heart skip a beat. He was thinking of me? This has to be a dream. I half wanted to wake my mother and ask her to pinch me.

“Me too Elvis, I talked to my parents today. They said yes! I can see you.”

“That’s great darlin’! When is that going to be? I can’t wait to see your pretty little face again. I told ya I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Every word he said had my stomach twisting into a thousand butterflies. I wrapped the telephone line around my fingers and told him about the conditions my parents gave for me to see him. Talking to him just was so easy. It felt as though we had known each other for years.

“Well I’m just glad they said yes. I can’t wait to see you. It’s getting late though little one, I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble for staying up too late.”

I glanced at the clock, noticing the time. How could an entire hour have gone by? Guess that shows how talking just comes easy between the two of us.

“You’re right. I’ll see you tomorrow then, right?”

“Of course darlin’, I can’t wait.”

We said our goodbyes and I went into my room. How am I going to sleep tonight? I’m just too excited for what tomorrow brings.

At Elvis’ house only about 10 minutes away from the young girls, he smiled as he put the phone down. Taking a seat next to his father on the couch of their German home.

“Are you sure about all of this Elvis? You know how this looks right? Especially if it gets out to any of the press.” His father warned him. Elvis just nodded. He knew what he was doing was not one that was of the best taste, especially since he was under the public’s watchful eye.

“I know daddy, I don’t know, she’s a nice girl is all and well, it’s refreshing talking to her.”

Vernon nodded, unsure of what to say.

“Just… be careful is all I have to say. You have a lot on your shoulders. You don’t need something like this to ruin your career.”

Elvis was left sat on the couch where he had started to think about if he was doing something he shouldn’t have.

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jungwookjins · 2 years

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Hi, same anon from the past few asks haha. Anyways, saw on twt (@cutieyongsoo) that the lyrics Junji sings roughly translate to “you let my spirit free, give me permission / allow me to carve/scupt you however i want / however my heart pleases”. Thoughts ??? 🤔🤔 - 🕯anon

omg hi anon!! yes u read my mind i was planning to make a post abt these lyrics and u sent this ask at the perfect time

given that we only have what we're given in the teaser and idk korean so i cant be sure of the original tone of the lyrics, this will be less what i think the storyline is actually gonna be and more of what i hope it will be

earlier this month, junhyung said that his solo has a "dark" vibe and i really really hope that it indeed does. ik it's not everyone's cup of tea, but i want smth toxic n sexy n angsty from jolo, a story w temptation n deception and manipulation etc etc etc bc i think that would be fun and ooo has always tackled those themes well

the carving/sculpting metaphor very much reminds me of dora maar + picasso, the story of a manipulative and controlling artist who actually only sees his muse as a means to further his own artistry, to make into what he wants, rather than a person who deserves respect in her own right. in these songs, ooo portrays a relationship in which picasso continuously denies dora maar's own personhood and identity in favor of depicting her how he wants to, rather than how she actually is

this also reminds me of gaslighting, i mean the song as a whole, but also specifically this part of yongsoo's rap, in which the speaker is essentially "giving permission" for the other person to control/shape them however they want

im especially a fan of the theory that jolo and rolo will have like good v evil, light v dark, heaven v hell type vibes. im always down for a concept like that, and we know ooo deals w these themes incrediblyyyy well, both the dichotomy of it + the religious slant to it (e.g. sage, asoiaf, tear of god, etc). given junji's shirt in the teasers depicts the temptation of st. anthony, i think there's a good chance, that if the concept does end up being along these lines, that, in this story, junji will be the evil/devil/satan/tempter/temptation, and rie will be the good/temptee (?), etc etc

i know the first part especially of those translated lyrics, "you let my spirit free, give me permission," can be interpreted more sweetly, like a cautious lover seeking to find freedom in love (a la yolo/kolo), But i still think it can work in my theory's favor. of course, in biblical accounts of temptation, satan is manipulative and often tempts with sweet words and ideas that seem so good, so reasonable, so loving, etc, that it seems like there's no way this could be evil/the devil saying these things, so i think that could be the case w these lyrics too

and there's something about this shot that feels like it has sooo much potential for this theory

like the way junji is smiling, the way rie looks so unassuming and unexpecting. and also the way that junji knocks on the phonebooth while rie is here at sunset/sunrise (?) all alone. temptation is strongest when you're alone, and in biblical accounts, that is often when the devil chooses to strike, the most well-known account probably being when satan waits for eve to be alone before coming down and tempting her to eat from the tree of knowledge

this feels different from begin/be free. while we cant be sure that junji doesnt approach rie in the cafe/laundromat (?), the way the teaser makes it seem is that he first notices rie there, when kb and yoojung are also there, but doesnt really choose to make a move until rie is alone. with begin/be free, there were constantly extras outside of the cafe and esp in that final scene of begin, people passing in front of the cafe window, while kb and yoojung are inside, in a very wong kar-wai, making a story focusing on two people but very much also depicting the life of the city that serves as a background to this story, way, but so far, that doesnt seem to be as much the case here. ik for this part esp, i may be reading a bit much into it, but it's fun to think abt regardless <3

those are my thoughts for now! very very excited for the next mv teaser and to see what jolo will bring <33

EDIT: HOLY SHIT HOW DID I FORGET TO TALK ABOUT THE CAPTION

i actually dont have Much to say abt it bc these lines just make me 😵💫, but, like also these clearly have soooo much potential for the satanic tempter storyline. like junji, the tempter who ruins/makes impure rie like hello??

(also the second line is a bit awkwardly translated, but @/cutieyongsoo on twt also did a reworked translation: it’s better translated as “i’ll do whatever my hand wants” or “i’ll do as my hand pleases,” which of course has very picasso + dora maar vibes)

#mwah mwah ty for this ask anon #🕯anon #<- u have a tag now!#onlyoneof #ooo #ooo lore #ennuitxt #anonymous #answered

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Hello I love this blog so much I am certain I'll be coming back a few times to bring receipts and thoughts more than once so I'll like to be known as 🌷/Tulip!

I think you've covered most of the heinous things both Pen stans and the passive aggressive shit Nicola has done towards RJP and Simone but I would like to remind/refresh everyone's memory as to what she did to the first co-star she had a problem with: Ruby Barker. NC's passive aggressive comments sent crazy Pen stans to leave so much hate on Ruby's IG page, it drove Ruby to being hospitalised. No wonder she spoke up against the Marina discourse after she left the show. NC has consistently shown she has a huge problem with her costars of colour who she feels threatened by of outshining her. It's super gross. This post is pretty comprehensive about what happened: https://www.tumblr.com/viscountessevie/690551093581807616/i-noticed-her-tendencies-during-the-run-up-to?source=share

The blog also gives a pretty good rundown with receipts of things Pen and Nicola antics if anyone else wants to check out their Anti-Polin tag. (Note to anyone reading the post above and their blog: This is has been shared with their permission and they wanted to let yall know that most of the links in their posts are outdated due to a username change. They are working on correcting that slowly but most of the related posts can be found on the tags or in their archives) Also to any haters who love Polin stalking this page, don't bother sending that person hate, they have anon off and you will be blocked & deleted. No one has time for shitty bullshit or wanna give yall the attention you so badly crave. Speaking of yall, the asks hoping Simone and Jonny die (from AIDS no less wtf) is why everyone hates your fandom you racist and homophobic freaks. Those who claim they aren't like them are just as bad cos they enable it and keep quiet, pretending they didn't do it or chalk it down to a 'few bad apples' 🙄 Anyway thank you again for this space OP, I'm glad you're blocking the hate now but please do take breaks if you need it and take care of yourself!!

Tulip anon!!!!

The link for anyone who doesn't want to copy/paste it.

I plan on keeping anon on but I plan on just continuing to block and delete their messages without even reading them. Not my fault they claim I'm the 'pathetic' one and then spend all this time sending me hate.

Those who claim they aren't like them are just as bad cos they enable it and keep quiet, pretending they didn't do it or chalk it down to a 'few bad apples' BOOM THERE IT IS.

I appreciate it tulip anon! I will do that if necessary but these Polin's are very unoriginal with their hate that it's just borderline laughable really.

#anon #asks #anti Polin #anti Nicola Coughlan

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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years

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Haven't read much of the wings au but Keefe and Fitz and Dex should just suck it up and embrass the birds already. This meaning Fitz stands ominously at the highest point of a building or in a corner to observe the whole room with and sometimes he preens himself with his mouth and has his own select area that No One But Me can go into and watches people with stiff and jerky head movements and suddenly has much sharper eyesight and is now an accomplished swimmer and has a habit of breaking branches and has gained a new taste for fish, he could be more hot headed as well and always prepared for a fight

Keefe (You said Angel on the Art of his wings) should have a Major Moral Compass and very ready to help and sends his time serenely watching the sky and is very humbled and to himself but ominous and somehow wise

I don't remember what bird Dex was so I've decided he should be a crow because they're crafty little fuckers that hold a grudge like it's nobodies business and they're intelligent to boot. Dex should embrace his new found communication skills so he can actually describe his ideas in a way other people can understand and remembers faces exceptionally well and spends most of his time alone in his own little hut. He should enjoy his newfound power of hopping around with a little flapping of his wings to aid him in his movements because crows are simply too small to walk meaningful distance so he'd get that behaviour and would join Fitz in the preening and the jerky movements, except Dex is now more prone to flying away. Dex is also now very prone to causing general mischief around the place. He also has his own little space that he defends and screeches over when people enter without permission. More than once you'll see Fitz being run out of Dex's "nest" (The gnome hut) while rapidly scolding him. Dex is often seen being growled at and circled by Fitz because he forgot about the territory as well.

Anyway, they all have to deal with Mr. Crafty grudge man and Mr. Predator refined eagle man

How did I forget about this ask I love wings au asks! You know what you probably sent it later in the day and I went "oh I'll answer that tomorrow" except by the time tomorrow happened I'd forgotten until I scrolled past it now

(saving space with a cut!)

You know what Nonsie you're so right, they should all lean into it more. I was trying to find a balance between the inhuman aspects of their wings and the elves they are where they're not quite the same as they were before but still recognizable as themselves, but this would be way funnier. I know you said you haven't read much but this just means I get to inform you that Maruca gets to be part of this squad as well as her wings are starling wings!

I will be entirely honest though the main reason that Fitz's house in the village has two stories, something no other house has, is specifically so he can have a vantage point like what you're describing. He gets to be higher than everyone because I thought it would be fun. Oh! I just referenced my original notes for the wings au and under Fitz's characteristics I literally was brainstorming "nesting, cocking head, staring" so we are on the same wavelength. I swear I made a note about preening somewhere as well let me see if I can find it. I found it!! I made a note saying that Keefe likes to preen, though that isn't a trait I've brought as much into the au. For the swimming thing, they haven't needed to swim yet but I will keep that in mind, Nonsie

Also thanks for the reminder on keefe's wings thing! I forgotten I'd written that, but angel was more of a filler word because he has wings specific to a creature within the au (often referred to as "the being") because I didn't want to bring angels or their relations into that. Since in the au having a type of wing indicates that that creature exists and I don't want to get into the complexities of angels, but honestly I don't think it's too much of a stretch to still call Keefe a bird. The being is this whole confusion amalgamation of existence, whose to say there isn't bird in there? But the serene/ominous/somehow wise combination you described would fit with his vibe almost perfectly...you are giving me ideas this is very fun

Dex was an owl! I might've specified which kind but I can't remember what it was at the moment given that it's not super important because his wings went haywire while developing and he built himself wings instead. But all of your crow descriptions are apt as well and would work really well for him! "crafty little fucker" is him in a nutshell, and he totally should join Fitz in the Extreme Bird Club. When Keefe complained that all his friends were turning into birds he actually just meant them specifically and denies that he has any association with birds. You know there was a scene recently where Dex was knocking on Sophie's door except it was slightly open and it swung open unexpectedly and he closed it so he could knock and enter the correct way, which could fit with a particular understanding of spaces like you're describing!

Fitz and Dex having territory fights is so beautiful I might have to add something like that very soon. Sophie, Biana, and Linh are off Underground finding out Lady Gisela is dead but back home Dex and Fitz are squabbling for their lives.

Here I was focusing on Maruca and Marella and Linh and dragons and monsters when the bird boys were right there! Maruca is one of the bird boys actually she gets access to both groups.

Anyway my point is I love every single part of this ask and have read it like three times now and can't believe I forgot about it! The wings au my beloved <3

#kotlc wings au #keeper of the lost cities #quil's queries #nonsie #shattered upside down #honestly didn't put too much thought into dex's bird wings because my original plan was 'oh he'll just make his own after his are ruined :)#and then I got to that part where they were going wrong and went oh wait he still needs to have had wings to be ruined #and scrambled to figure it out #but I love crow for him #like yes!! that is he!!#very honored to receive this ask it is !!!#i love all of this

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