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lowkeycasanova · 9 months

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catching up

plot: you run into Vinnie after breaking up 3 years ago

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Take out bag in hand from the pick up counter, focused on nothing and no one as you walked through the restaurant as you ordered an Uber to go back to the Airbnb.

But there he was, and he recognized you as you walked past each other. You didn’t even realize.

“Y/N?”

You nearly tripped over your own two feet and almost bumped into someone upon hearing your name called. You step aside and with a confused expression, you turn around to the direction of the voice.

“Vinnie.” You breathed out.

Before you could even process what was happening, he walked up and pulled you into a hug. Closing your eyes, you hugged him back.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” He said and pulled away. “You look amazing.”

“Yeah, so do you.”

He’s definitely filled out since the last time you saw him. He had more muscle, he grew out his hair, it was also more of his natural color, his previously bare hands were covered in tattoos and you knew he had more, and you swore he got a tad bit taller.

“God, it’s been a while.”

You pursed your lips. “Three years…”

*Flashback*

"What do you mean you're going to LA?" you asked him in disbelief.

"I just think this would be a good opportunity for me."

"You make random videos for fun. It's not a job."

"Not yet, but who knows, I could make a career out of this."

"Since when do you wanna be some entertainer? You've never mentioned anything like that." you argued back. "But that wasn't the plan. We're supposed to be going to college together. I was so happy when we both got accepted, but now you spring this on me a month before school starts?"

He sighed. "I know. I'm sorry, but having contacts out there could help push my modeling. And maybe I could get into acting. I've always wanted to try that."

"Again, you never mentioned that."

"Well maybe I kept my mouth shut because there would be no opportunity like that for me here in Seattle!" He raised his voice in frustration. "And now, I have it and I wanna take it."

You felt the tears forming in your eyes and tried to keep yourself together. Part of the reason was that you were just such a perfectionist, planning for things in the future, and when they don't go as planned, you don't know what to do.

Also, to you, it wasn't wise of him to just up and go. Sure, having one million followers was impressive, but, so what? Plus, he didn't have that much money. He's just hoping it all works out.

Vinnie left two days after his 18th birthday. You couldn't believe he actually got on that plane. No, you didn't like it, but you accepted it for what it was.

"So, how's school going?" Vinnie asked.

You two had moved over to the side of the entrance doors and leaned against the wall so you wouldn't be in other people's way.

"Um...you know, going into my last year. It's exciting."

"Still interior design?" he asked.

You nodded.

"So, what brought you to LA?"

"Um, just took a trip with a friend before school starts up again."

If Vinnie was disappointed that you didn't reach out to him upon arriving, he didn't show it.

"What would your major have been? If you stayed?"

"Mathematics and physics. But I'd probably still be an electrician on the side with my dad."

Talking about his what ifs made the memories come back.

*Flashback*

Just hung up the phone after talking to Vinnie. You sigh in disappointment.

He called to let you know that he wouldn't be able to come to the annual homecoming game on campus due to some photoshoot he had to do.

You tried to not let it affect you. It was just a football game. And Vinnie was seemingly starting to do the things he really wanted, so you wanted to be supportive of that.

It was then when you felt a shift in the relationship.

Putting on a happy face the day of the game, you ended up dressing up with your friends, decked out in purple and white, while sending pictures and videos to Vinnie.

He came back and visited for a few days before going back to LA. You were so consumed with school and wanted to focus on that.

There was one moment when you were up late doing homework. You began thinking about what it would be like if you finished up your first semester at the University of Washington and then transferred to Cal State or some school out there to be closer to Vinnie.

It was when you were reviewing the transfer requirements at UCLA when you thought, what the hell am I doing?, then exited out the website.

That wasn't what you wanted.

Vinnie was started to blow up at this point. It was hard to miss. And it was evident that you two started to talk less. You tried to make the effort. He'd been a bad texter at certain times but it was never frequent. You hated the possibility that he was somehow ignoring you but it only got worse when you'd see him in the media out with his new friends at restaurants and rumored to be dating this girl or that girl.

You wondered how he had time to talk to them and not you.

It got to a point where you'd drop everything when Vinnie did get back to you.

One day you got a call from him.

"I don't know if I wanna do this, Y/N. I just wanna come back."

Had he told you this a few weeks earlier, you'd would have no problem convincing him.

"Vinnie...you've only been out there for a short amount of time. As much as I'd want you to come back, I think you should stay a little longer. And if things still continue to not work out, I already know your parents would let you move back in. Stay and do the best you can."

He didn't say anything, only sighed on the other end.

You continued. "And to be honest, we should both be doing our own things individually."

"...what do you mean?"

You bit the bullet and told him that it would be best to break up. Thinking about it, but didn't want to say it because the two of you had grown so close. But y'all needed to do your own thing right now. You perceived the call from him as him holding back from striving to do his best in LA because he was tied down to a girl in another state. Vinnie obviously didn't want it, but he knew it was inevitable.

As you two continued to talk, a black car drove up and parked in front of the restaurant.

“Oh shit.” You said and looked down at your phone. “That’s my Uber. I gotta go. And I don't wanna gold you up from whoever is waiting for you inside."

“Oh.” He said and you could tell he was trying to hide his disappointment. "I'm the first one here. Just coming with friends. But sure, of course. Hey, maybe we could, hang out or something tomorrow. If…you want to.” And he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

You raised a brow. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’d love for you to meet my friends and see the house.”

He hoped he didn’t come off as bragging with that last part.

"Yeah, sure, I'll come."

He smiled. "Alright, cool." and he pulled you into a tight hug.

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When you got back to the Airbnb, you told your friend about your run in with Vinnie and the invitation to go to his house. You'd known her while you were dating him, so she knew the story.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked.

You shrugged. "I don't see why not."

"Okay as your friend, I don't think you should go. I mean sure it'll be nice for a second, until we go back to Seattle and he stays here and you're back to where you started."

This was definitely going to open up old emotions. Oh well.

The next afternoon, Vinnie picked you up. He said he hoped you hadn't changed your mind.

When you arrived at the house, you noticed quite a few cars in the driveway and felt hesitant.

"I didn't know you had so much company. I could've came another day."

He chuckled when he realized why you said that. "These belong to me and my buddy Jett."

“Oh.” You smiled.

“We buy them and try to fix ‘em up.”

Vinnie opened the door up for you, allowing you to go in first. You smiled at how beautiful and lively it was. He told you his roommates were his best friends, but he also had other friends come over a lot.

You stood beside Vinnie and he introduced you. He wanted to have everyone’s attention. They stopped what they were doing to come and meet you. You didn't know where to look, trying to greet them. His friend, Jack, told you that Vinnie had mentioned you'd be here.

Vinnie told you to make yourself at home and you got comfortable on the couch in the living room, admiring all the instruments that were there. His friends Josh and Adam are sitting on the spot across from you. You started to get to know them, laughing as they're pretty funny.

Vinnie makes his way over, silently observing you, happy that you seem to be getting along with everyone. He always loved that about you.

"You guys better not be talking about me." Vinnie's voice catches you off guard.

"Oh we definitely were." you answer back. The boys laugh and someone else comes and grabs their attention for a moment.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Vinnie asks, his fingertips barely grazing your shoulder.

"Yeah, sure."

You got up and follow his lead. He gives you a tour of the house on the way up to his room.

"Nice picture." you said, referring to the big frame that had his head and his cat's heat photoshopped onto it.

Speaking of Hera, she came up and purred against your leg like she'd known you forever.

"Oh thanks." he laughed while simultaneously trying to make the cords from his gaming setup look less chaotic. "My mom got that for me as a Christmas gift."

Maria.

You had gotten close with his family too. You two spent time at each other's houses a lot due to not being able to go to the same high school. After the breakup, his parents and younger brother still followed you on social media, but you hadn't spoke to them in person. It hurt that you had also lost your second family.

He motioned for you to sit on the bed next to him and you did. He seemed like he was trying to get his words together.

"Honestly, to start it off, I wanna tell you what went down as far as moving out here."

He looked at you, as if asking for permission to continue. You nodded.

"Um...I know that you felt this disconnect between us and you said it would be best for us to do things on our own. You were right. I was being distant...but it wasn't because I didn't love you anymore, I was just going through a really rough time. I mean, I was in two houses over the course of four months and before I moved into Hype, I almost didn't have a place to stay. I was nearly broke because I wasn't making money off my content yet. And I just...didn't know what I was doing or where I was going with my life at the time."

Your face fell as he told you this. You felt so bad. Guilty even. That the break up was while he was going through all this stress. Like a final nail in the coffin.

"It's not your fault." he said as he noticed your expression and put a hand on your shoulder. You just looked at your hands in your lap. " I don't blame you at all.

"I should have really asked you if you were doing okay."

"I would've lied about it. I didn't tell my parents, you, or my friends. I just kept everything inside and I distanced myself from you, my audience, some of my friends, and I started saying rash things online. Just becoming someone that I wasn't. I realize now I shouldn't have done that. I should have talked to somebody, anybody about it. So that's my fault.

"I'm really sorry. And I'm sorry for how things were handled between us."

"Don't be. I think I needed to go through that. If not, I probably wouldn't be where I am today."

You felt tears forming in your eyes and wrapped your arms around him and he embraced you back.

"You deserved to know. Thanks for hearing me out."

"Of course. I'm so proud of you."

You two eventually pulled away and he ran a hand through his hair.

"Hey listen, I'm not saying we jump right back into something, but....I broke your trust, and I'll like to earn it back, If you let me."

"So, what are you saying?" you ask, searching his face as if it had the answers.

"I just wanna be in your life again. As your friend. I want to get to know you now, and for you to get to know me now. And see where it goes from there."

You looked at him in silence, feeling butterflies as he was looking at you.

"Okay." you said, almost in a whisper.

"Yeah?" he begins to smile and you nod.

He pulls you into him again. "Thank you. I won't mess this up."

#vinniehacker #vhackerr #vinnie hacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie x y/n #vinnie imagines

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likedovesinthewindd · 9 months

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Request: can you write a Miguel x Spider person reader where the reader has been in the spider society for a while but in their universe they were marred to Miguel but their Miguel from their universe died?? But due to an anomaly Spider readers Miguel comes back to life and the reader kills him because it’s needed to fix the cannon?

when I read this, my first reaction was literally "good lord" because WOW😭 I tweaked it a teeny bit so that readers miguel gets killed instead of reader killing him. (I can't write about killing someone I'm so sorry 😭) also the science in this doesn't really make sense but 🤷‍♀️

miguel o'hara x reader

To any outsider, it probably seemed as though you took a masochistic delight out of all of this. Like you enjoyed torturing yourself in this way; being constantly reminded of what you lost so long ago and having to scratch open that wound every single day, not giving yourself the chance to heal.

And in some way, it probably was, but you found enough comfort in reminding yourself that what you saw now was not what you lost. When you looked at Miguel, you didn't see your Miguel. He wasn't the Miguel you met all those years ago, the Miguel who was so sweet and caring and who you couldn't help but fall in love with. The Miguel you eventually married, and later had to watch die.

Remembering that was what helped you to detach from him, what stopped your emotions from ever getting the best of you and doing something that would just cause more heartbreak on your end.

This being said, it wasn't always easy. There were days you'd look at Miguel and imagine what your life would've been like with your Miguel, how things would've played out if he hadn't been taken away from you so suddenly and cruelly. But you'd only shake your head and scold yourself. He was dead, he didn't have to die again, and he wouldn't be coming back.

Until he did.

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"You're asking me to watch him die again? To let him die again?" you asked as you stared at Miguel. He was as stoic as ever, not letting an inkling of emotion show. You sometimes wondered if he even had any emotions left, any humanity. "Yes," he said, "you of all people should know, this is necessary for the—"

"Canon, yeah I know." he didn't look too happy about you interrupting him. "But surely this is different, Miguel," you tried, "this anomaly is working with time travel, something we haven't really dealt with, maybe—"

"No, I'm not taking that risk, I'm not," he said, turning his back to you, a way of telling you that the conversation was over. You weren't done though. "Please, Miguel, this could change everything. You of all people should know—"

"Don't go there, Y/N," he turned around, stopping you before you had the chance. You knew it was a low blow, but you also knew you were right. He knew what it felt like, he'd try to get his family back and failed, and now because he failed, he wouldn't give you that chance.

He tursaw the way your eyes brimmed with tears, too angry and stubborn to let them fall. I sighed, pinching his nose between his thumb and pointer finger. "What I did back then was wrong, irresponsible and dangerous," he started in a low voice. "Our first priority is catching the anomaly, and once we do, the timeline resets and we still end up here, and your husband will still be dead."

That was the first time you heard him actually talk about what happened, explicitly say it. It sounded so foreign coming from his mouth.

"Miguel, please..."

"No." this time he turned his back and the conversation was finally over.

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You thought you've known the worst pain in watching your husband die, but nothing compared to having to watch him die again, knowing that you could've prevented it this time but not being able to do anything.

For the first time ever it seemed to really kick in; your Miguel was really dead, and nothing you did would ever be able to bring him back to you.

a/n: this is so short but I might come back to it again I'm so busy w school rn 😵‍💫

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #spiderman atsv #likedovesinthewindd

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winniethewife · 5 months

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You could call me babe for the weekend (William Tell X reader)

Warning: Slight Angst, Alcohol consumption, Past cheating

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William hadn’t been back to his home town in a very long time, there was no reason to, Nobody lived there, Nobody who cared was alive these days, but He was drawn there as the Christmas season grew close that year, he figured he could at least spend a day there then move on to the city. What he didn’t expect was to find her there. His high school Sweetheart, He swore she looked even more beautiful. Maybe it was the alcohol, Maybe it was the low lighting in the crappy bar. They had been talking for a while.

“You haven’t asked what I’ve been up to, or any of the other ‘its been a really long time’ questions that seem to come with these sorts of reunions” William noted before taking a sip of his drink.

“If I thought you would tell me the truth or cared to know I would have asked you, but…I don’t” She says frankly.

“You think I’d lie to you?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“You hardly ever tell the truth, you didn’t when you cheated on me, you didn’t when you left town, if it's all the same to you I think I’ll just make up a story In my head of what you’re up to, or whatever life you lead.” Her words sting but she’s not wrong, he was never honest when he was young, especially to her.

“It's the same to me. I’m sure whatever you come up with is better than reality anyway, you we’re always more creative than me.” He looks at her. He was an idiot to choose anyone over her. In another life, they would have been happy. In another life, He would have been as good to her as she was to him. “You ever think about…what was?”

“Yeah…Often. You know, the road not taken looks real good when everything has gone to shit.” She admits to him as she finished her drink.

“Remember how you watched me leave? We had already Broken up, but you still showed up when they shipped me off to basic…You were crying.”

“I was totally convinced you were going to propose, not break up.”

“Even with all the horrible things I did... you still wanted my last name.” He chuckles

“I was young, and afraid. I thought you’d die out there. I couldn’t bare it.” She laughs as well.

“but I didn’t…are you glad? Or has age made you bitter?” William couldn’t tell her how badly he’d wished he was dead, how much he had wanted it to all end.

“Eh…it's okay with me.” She smirked “Age hasn’t made me bitter about that. Just bitter about everything else.” They talked for a while longer before they started to leave the bar, his hand on her lower back as they left, it seemed almost natural.

“I'm stayin' at my parents' house…If you want to catch up more…” She says casually like it doesn’t mean anything. But he knows that look, the same one that was on her face all those years ago, the one begging him not to leave. He pulls her in so she’s pressed against his chest. He looks at her, his eyes filled with longing.

“Every day, I'm missing your smile, I close my eyes and I’m thinking about it. I’m thinking about you.” He whispers as he leans in closer to her. “Can I take you home? Just for old times' sake…” He wants to kiss her. She just might let him. She smiles at him.

“Okay, take me home, Prince Charming.” She teases. He smiles, the first Genuine smile he’s given in a long time. He drives her down familiar streets and as they arrive to her childhood home he parks on the street and steps out of the car, helping her out of the car, and they make it to her door. He takes her into his arms again, like it would be the last time, like he’d never have another chance.

“Come inside… I’ll sneak you up to my bedroom, just like we used to…I'll be yours for the weekend” She closes the distance between them, standing on tip toe to press her lips against his. She knows it’ll end in heartbreak, it always does, but she’s never gotten over him, she’s never been able to love anyone like she loved him. He pulls away after a moment.

“Are you sure…I…I’m not who I used to be…you know that.” His hand on her cheek as he gazes into her eyes, He’s unsure. How could she love him now? With who he is, what he’s done.

“I know…but…Whenever I think of how I wish my life went, what I would change if I could go back…It always leads to you in my hometown…” She’s entirely sincere, and he submits, it’s always been her. It’s always been the two of them despite it all. As they slip inside, William couldn’t help but think.

In another life…She would have asked him to stay, and he would have.

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#x reader #taylor swift #evermore #Spotify #william tell #tis the damn season #the card counter #william tell x reader #tw alcohol #tw alchohol mention #slight angst #oscar isaac #fan fiction

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aisy15-chan · 9 months

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Tell me more about your tntduo Danny Phantom au!!

I haven't actually watched it but I'm genuinely curios cause I love your art about it <3

Oh- I'll give you everything about this AU!! I have how many ideas and plots!! But I really remind you all that if you want to watch Danny Phantom, I don't recommend reading discussion about AU is because it will contain spoilers about the series as well as a bit of the latest comic Danny Phantom, which was just released 2 weeks ago!!

If you ask "wait you can make fanfic?!" Well I can but I'm not sure I can execute the story well :( !!! I mostly just conceptualize AU just for fun so if you want to use this idea i allow you- just credit me please.

Plot idea simply:

yo Wilbur is only 16 years old and he is half dead from an accident in the ghost portal. trying to feel alive in a half-ghost state, becoming an impromptu super hero, trying to adjust to the life of ghosts & humans- having internal conflicts with his parents who are hunting for his ghost side as well as conflicts with his younger brother Tommy. Everthing passed then Quackity appeared in his life. Q who is annoyed at her because he & his 'dragon' destroyed his love life & tried to kill Wilbur ghost side, one day they are then forced together in a school project and then learn about each other and start to get close (on the human side only) time passes and Quackity still hunting for Wilbur, a bored Wilbur offers something to Q "How do we become Psycho competitive rivals??? Instead of hunting me how do we fight who can catch and beat more ghosts!" and Q are hesitant at first but he accepts it- they develop more maybe they turn into boyfriend :³???

Fine let me explain. Danny & Wilbur have a lot in common.

Been a sim: ✓ Ever died: ✓ Have a 'twin': ✓ Emotional support sibling: ✓ Have rivals + love interested: ✓ Explode something & lose everything: ✓ Thought to be a bad person but actually depressed: ✓

C!Wilbur & Danny experience the butterfly effect and their lives are inversely proportional because of that, Wilbur loses everything just by losing the election while Danny loses everything by cheating on the C.A.T exam & ends in a bang.

Danny: VLAD! please get rid of the MY ghost side! They must agree too!!

Wilbur: PHIL! kill me! Kill me! They will definitely agree!!

(I kinda forgot how the dialogue was sorry)

Well in the end Wilbur & human side Danny died. Leaving their ghost side… Then they came back to life.

I'm not sure whether to make Dan/Dark Danny in this AU?? It will be a heavy & complex plot, if you don't know Dan is a fusion of ghost Danny & Vlad also the 'evil' & depressed version… In his timeline he destroys the whole world and tries to kill Valerie for getting in his way btw- so in the latest comic he is back and at the end becomes an emo teenager in Danny's clone body that Vlad made.

Let talking about Quackity!!

Quackity plays as Valerie in this AU!!! In the original version, Valerie's life was destroyed by Danny & Cujo (ghost dog) who messed up where Valerie's father worked so that her father was fired and sold their house easily, causing Valerie to hate ghosts, especially Danny & Cujo, got ghost hunting equipment from Vlad Master Valerie became a ghost hunter and exterminated them also tried to kill Danny's ghost side but over time their relationship grew more complex over time especially in the season 2 especially, they even had a date!! It's canon!! But unfortunately they also broke up in the same episode… And since then Valerie was forgotten and only appeared in 3 episodes in the third season…

Quackity's story will be a bit different from Valerie to than the ghost dog what about the ghost dragon?! Well the canon dragon in Danny Phantom with the Amulet of Aragon ghost/human can turn into a ghost dragon when angry or strong emotions— I thought it was great how can include Qsmp, its members & the dragon eggs in this AU ahaha ^^

So the story goes:

Quackity was so happy to be able to ask his boyfriend to go date (I have no idea who) they really love the date but Wilbur & the 'dragon' completely destroy their dating in restaurant, Q has a big fight with his boyfriend and they end up breaking up on the restaurant in middle of all people. Quackity experienced severe stress and started to hate ghosts then someone gave him a gift, a ghost hunting tool. Quackity started his career as a ghost hunter-

Someone: *addresses ElQuckity as Ellie* Me: *remembers what the phandom call Dani as Ellie too, the clone theory oh Dani is a Danny clone too wait…* SHET THIS GENIUS!!! GREAT IDEA EVER!!!

THE IDEA: TECHO AS WILBUR CLONE AND ELQUCKITY AS QUACKITY CLONE!! THAT'S THE COOLEST IDEA SHETT THOUGHT OF EVER!!!

That all i can think- feel free to ask to my ask box hehehe ^^👍

#ask #danny phantom au #tntduo #c!tntduo #q!tntduo #i want sleep #Bye

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smoothbydangelo · 6 months

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injury reserve, drive it like it's stolen (2017)

i can't place where i first heard injury reserve. i remember that i found them through their self-titled album in the summer of 2019. knowing 14 y/o me, my guess is i heard of them through a fantano review. at that point in summer 2019 i was obsessed with clipping. they were the first experimental hip hop group i listened to and their sound blew my mind (shoutout my best friend cam, he showed me clipping. in eighth grade). i wanted to find more music like clipping. so when i first listened to injury reserve (the album) i was stoked. they had something about them that made me an instant fan. i still come back to that album every so often and fall back in love with it.

injury reserve dominated my summer 2019 and followed me into my freshman year of high school. i started delving into their back catalogue that year and loved floss, live from the dentist office, and drive it like it's stolen, though their self-titled remained my favorite. floss and live from the dentist office became staples in my rotation that year.

when i heard about groggs's passing in 2020 my heart was broken. over the past year they had quickly became one of my favorite active groups and to find out that someone as young and full of life as groggs was no longer with us hit me pretty hard. i stopped listening to their music until late 2020 because it just became too sad.

when they announced by the time i get to phoenix i didn't know how to feel. part of me was so happy to hear new music from a group who's entire discography had excited me. another part of me was unsure of if i would even want to hear new music and be reminded of grogg's passing. i listened to "superman that" and realized i wasn't going to be able to make it through this new album. even as i'm writing this, i haven't heard any other songs from it. i don't know if i ever will.

injury reserve has been on my mind a lot recently because i met this guy in college who loves music. his name is anthony. he's a nice dude. knows way more about music than i probably ever will. a week or so ago we had a conversation about injury reserve which took me down this exact memory lane. through that chat i realized that i hadn't heard drive it like it's stolen in forever. i listened to it a couple times when i first got into them in 2019, but i couldn't remember a single song off of it except "see you sweat," which i didn't remember being too fond of.

i listened to the album in full this morning while i was writing an essay. i got sidetracked pretty quickly because this album is incredible. it doesn't compare to my memory of it at all. i think the minimalist production made this album seem bland to me when i was expecting something as explosive as their self-titled when i first heard it. parker's production never fails to catch my ears. i'm listening to "boom (x3)" right now and the piano sample is gorgeous and perfectly juxtaposed to the bombastic drums and verses.

if i had to use one word to describe this album it would be "understated." the choruses are simple and far from eye-catching. more than any of their other albums, drive it like you stole it really just feels like two guys rapping. parker's production is great but it takes a backseat to ritchie's and groggs's verses.

nothing highlights this better than "north pole." this song is a million things. it's really sad. it's mature. it might be my favorite song on the album. it's probably the best beat on the album. ritchie's verse makes me cry. especially the last three lines where he talks about his loved ones who have passed watching over him write and perform his songs.

after "north pole" comes "colors," which also might be my favorite song on the album. now it's groggs's verse that makes me cry. especially when he says that life isn't supposed to be perfect, it's supposed to be lived. jesus man what a loss. i just know that guy had so much more to say.

this album places more focus on lyricism than any other project from injury reserve. i think that's really brave. parts of this album make me feel like i'm at an open mic hearing someone read their poetry to a room of a dozen people. i think part of that feeling can be attributed to its brevity. it's only seven songs at 20 minutes.

i don't think this is a perfect album. "see you sweat" still isn't one of my favorite injury reserve songs. it kinda feels out of place on this record. it's not awful or anything, just kinda feels like a floss leftover.

overall though, i think drive it like it's stolen is incredible. these guys have something to say on this album. i hope that putting so much of their pain into their music was cathartic for them. maybe this is wishful thinking but i found an underlying optimism in this album, like ritchie and groggs knew that their past fuck-ups didn't define them. that pain is temporary. that progress isn't linear and "perfect" is unattainable.

i hope that parker and ritchie are doing well. i know that they started something called "bye storm" recently but i haven't looked into it. i think i might though. rediscovering injury reserve has made me think about a lot. i wasn't in the right headspace to listen to by the time i get to phoenix when they released it. but a lot has changed since then. i'm doing a lot better. i live three hours away from where i grew up. i have a different area code and new friends and hobbies. maybe i should check by the time i get to phoenix out. i'll think about it.

#music #album review #rap

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rivalsforlife · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I saw this going around a little while ago and wanted to do it myself mostly because it doesn't involve me having to answer about anything I did this year.

1. How many works do you have on A03?

2. What's your total A03 word count?

262,994, apparently

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Ace Attorney! I have to admit I've been writing persona 5 fanfic for most of this year but am still undecided on if I actually want to publish that. if I ever finish it.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A Rose By Any Name (by a margin of like 1000 kudos), Deep Dark Secrets, Childswap, The Catch-Up Game, Love Languages.

I am eternally going to feel a bit bitter that the first one is that high.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to respond to them all the time because I love the interactions, but then I started getting burnt out by school and now have such a massive backlog..... so I pretty much never do these days. I'm very sorry and I still read and really appreciate all the comments I get!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't write a lot of angst... and I definitely don't have a tendency to leave things on an angsty note. Maybe Need Not to Need which was in early disbarment era, or Left Behind, Looking Ahead because it's a missing scene in the middle of aai2, and Franziska ends it on the conclusion that she should prepare to not have Edgeworth in her life anymore.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Since I don't write a lot of angsty endings most of them are happy lol. Maybe The Opposing Council's Proposal because it ends on a proposal, which is a pretty happy event.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! Everyone's been really nice.

9. Do you write smut?

Definitely not. It takes me like five minutes to work myself up to writing a kiss. I'm too squeamish about that kind of thing.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No, and I feel like that's not something I'd be very good at doing. There's so much work involved and I haven't had any situations where I feel like characters from different franchises have to meet in order to express some aspect of characterization that they couldn't do otherwise, which would be my main motivation for writing one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I'm aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! Plenty of my fics have been translated into Chinese. I had one person write an entire rec list for my works in Chinese before and was so happy about it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, I feel like I wouldn't be good at this either, I've always been the kind of person who isn't good at playing with others and would want to take control of the whole thing lol.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Narumitsu without question. It takes a lot to get me to actively care about romance, much less write it.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a PLvsAA canon divergence fic where everyone stays brainwashed for a much longer time (and Edgeworth also gets brainwashed) that I wish I could finish, but I feel like it's a lost cause at this point. I have an earlier version of that fic which went in a completely different direction and is less than one chapter away from being complete. There's also One Good Narumitsu Story left in me that I've had in my head since 2018, never been able to bring myself to write it, and am not sure if I ever will. I hope I do someday, though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think one of my favorite comments I've ever gotten talked about putting effort into developing relationships and characters outside of the main focuses of the fic - Catch-Up Game being an example, even though narumitsu is the focus, I spent some time paying attention to Phoenix's relationships with Trucy, Maya, Iris, and generally tried to make it seem like the characters had their own lives outside of what Phoenix and Edgeworth had going on. That's something I still feel pretty proud of and try to keep up when I can.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

DESCRIPTIONS. I can't describe people very well at all, probably at least partially because my facial recognition skills are atrocious. I can't describe locations or settings, either. I sometimes feel like it becomes far too obvious that I rarely leave the house.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it's fine on a one-off but not extensively. Like with Klavier as an example, the occasional Achtung or pet name or whatever is fine, but when it starts to be longer sentences or full conversations I draw the line.

Overall I think the best way to handle it (in a hypothetical conversation between Franziska and Edgeworth, depending on if the POV character is Edgeworth or Phoenix):

a) If the POV character speaks the language (like Edgeworth), doing something like "Franziska switched to German, so Phoenix couldn't overhear. "I am speaking in German, but you are reading it in English.""

b) If the POV character does not speak the language (like Phoenix), saying "Franziska switched to German and started yelling at Edgeworth" makes more sense - when I hear a foreign language, at least, I wouldn't be able to repeat it afterwards, because my brain does not process the words like it would English words, so I don't think it should stay in writing either.

There are practical purposes too: I wouldn't trust google translate to capture any nuance, and don't speak any other languages, so I'd want to find someone who knows the language to translate for me, which can be annoying and inconvenient for them. Also, readability. I don't think a reader should have to open up a new tab to understand your fic, is the point.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Warrior cats!! Way back in 2012 or so.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

The Catch-Up Game is still my favorite, at least partially because I got so much engagement while posting it that it was a lot of fun to go through comments on it. The narumitsu server talked about it a lot, and I'll forever be bitter that a rogue mod wiped those channels, because it's a really good feeling when something you write can inspire discussion like that. Also, I'm still satisfied with most aspects of that fic on its own - I reread a couple of chapters just the other day and was enjoying myself, which is always a win.

#ask games

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marsbutterfly · 2 years

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HI MARS CONGRATS ON 2K!! 🤍 i’m so happy for you.

for your 2k event, can i request spring fling+draken? 😭 i’m sorry if i did this wrong, but i’m really excited.

CONGRATS AGAIN ILY

Spring Fling

The Ocean In Love With The Moon Event | Word Count: 3.1k | Pairing: Draken x Reader

Summary: After your family forces you to go on vacation with them, you find a way to entertain yourself.

Warnings: A little bit of suggestive content, not beta read i'm sorry. I hope you like this , Summer <3

It didn’t happen the first time you saw Draken. Or the second, of the third. In fact, it doesn’t happen until the third day of your two week long stay at this random resort your family dragged you out to. It’s a beautiful island in Mexico, though you can’t exactly pinpoint its location on a map to save your life.

The place itself was amazing, crystal clear waters and sand as white as it comes, the area brings out a feeling of comfort that you haven’t felt since the summer of two years ago, when you were in your last year of middle school and your parents allowed you to take a couple of friends to the beach house with you.

But the most beautiful thing on this island would definitely be the tall, blonde and mean-looking boy who keeps giving you half indecent looks and a crooked smile.

Since day one, Draken, who works for the hotel, has had his eyes on you. He didn’t try to make a move for a couple of days as he patiently waited for the perfect opportunity when you were by yourself at the pool.

He still remembers the sight: you in your swimwear, sunglasses covering your eyes as you lay on one of the long chairs, the sunlight kissing your skin as you apply sunscreen. Oh, how he wanted to kiss you, his mouth salivating as he looked at you.

Quietly, he developed a plan. He decided he was going to bring you a refill on whatever kind of juice you were drinking and maybe even a few snacks, on the house of course. He would use that chance to start a conversation with you, it didn’t matter what the subject would be, he just wanted to talk to you.

On your third day there, he decided to put his plan into motion. He put on his best Hawaiian shirt, leaving the buttons untouched to show off his abs, eager hands braided his hair that had the same color as the sun and, finally, he shaved the side of his head so his tattoo would be perfectly visible. He was looking his best.

Just as he hoped, Draken finds you lying on your stomach, ass facing the sun while the bottom of your bikini is buried inside of you to make sure that the tan line isn’t anywhere in sight. His eyes widen and droll nearly falls from the corner of his lips, though he is able to catch it before it actually happens.

He takes a deep breath before walking closer to you, perfectly balancing out a tray with an ice cold drink and some snacks. To get your attention, he clears his throat loudly and you use the tips of your fingers to bring your sunglasses slightly down so he can tell your eyes are meeting his.

A blush spreads across his cheeks and he can tell just by that small movement that you are the kind who would boss him around and that image alone was enough to send a rush of excitement throughout his entire body.

“Good morning, miss,” he says, one arm behind his back while the other holds up the tray. When he realizes that you look unamused by the sudden interruption, he continues, “I have brought you a refill of your drink and a couple of traditional snacks as a gift.”

“A gift?” You ask him, arching one of your eyebrows, “How do you even know what I am drinking?”

“Well, uhm..” he quickly tries to come up with an answer that wouldn’t sound like he is stalking you but he realizes that, no matter what he says, it would seem weird so he decides to just tell you the truth, “My m-, my bos-, Remi over at the bar made it.”

You look over at the blonde girl with pigtails and she smiles at you, tilting her head to the side while waving her hand. You return the gesture.

It’s endearing really, the way he is getting progressively more nervous as the conversation goes on. You extend your arm and reach for the large cup of juice and, at the same time, he bends his knees to give you better access.

Your hands brush slightly against each other and the whole world seems to stop for a few seconds. His black eyes are fixated on yours for a couple of seconds before he averts your gaze, the last thing he wants in that moment is to come across as a creep.

“So, do you live here?” You ask, sitting up on the chair while wrapping a towel around your body, he nods.

“Yeah, my “family” moved here when I was around four and I’ve been helping them run the resort ever since,” he responds, putting emphasis on the air quotes. Part of you wonders what that is all about but the other part refuses to ask, after all you just met him.

“That’s nice,” you offer him a smile, “would you like to go for a walk?”

His eyes widen and the blush across his cheeks deepens. His brain betrays him and for a second he can’t think of any words so, instead, he just shakes his head. Draken places down the tray he was holding and extends his hand to you, helping you stand up.

Once you are up, you grab a cover up which doesn’t live up to its name seeing that it is plainly a black, see through skirt. It does bring you the sensation that you are dressed more properly for the occasion and that is just what you were looking for.

He bends his arm, placing his fist on his hips before nudging it gently in your direction. You smile and wrap your forearm around his, feeling the warmth of the floor against your bare feet as the two of you begin to make your way towards the quiet beach.

“So, tell me more about yourself,” he requests and you giggle, shaking your head.

“No, I would like to keep the mystery up for a little while longer,” you respond and he scoffs, rolling his eyes even if he can’t hide the delighted smile that takes over his lips.

“Will you at least tell me your name?” He asks, begging even. If he could, he would spend hours listening to you talk about yourself but there is nothing he loves more than a mysterious woman who is after his heart.

“y/n,” you responde and he takes your free hand on his, placing a gentle kiss on your skin.

“Nice to meet you,” he says and your heart nearly skips a beat at how deep his voice is for a second, “my name is Draken.”

The two of you now make your way down a narrow, beaten path towards the secluded beach. Your heart beats in your throat as you catch him sneaking a few glances in your direction, though you have to try your hardest not to look at the perfectly symmetrical abs that sit beneath his chest.

Before you fully have time to analyze what is going on, Draken pulls you into a secluded area and presses your back against the tree. His eyes gaze at you with such lust that you had never seen before. Nobody has ever looked at you that way.

“Sweetheart?” A voice screams from a distance and you realize that your mother is looking for you.

You don’t respond and, instead, your lips crash against his, the leaves around you shuffling and indicating to whoever was looking for you of your location. So he presses your body against the tree’s log a little harder, one hand eagerly exploring the side of your body while the other holds you in place.

“y/n?” the voice starts getting closer and you want to stop, but when Draken pulls up your skirt to give himself a better access to your ass, you instantly become putty in his hands.

“Someone is going to catch us,” you whisper breathlessly, his warm breath and cold lips coming in contact with the skin of your neck as your hand quickly undoes his braid. You are desperate for a chance to bury your fingers in his hair.

“Then someone catches us,” he responds, the hand that once rested on your hips now finding its way up your torso, thumb gently brushing against your nipple through the fabric of the bathing suit and it earns a rushed moan out of you, “Don’t you want people to see what a pretty mess you are?”

“Yes,” you respond without thinking. Even if you did take the time to even process his words, the answer would remain the same.

When the footsteps seem to be mere feet away, you realize that it is your mother who is looking for you and the idea of her finding you in this situation was enough of a reason for you to push Draken away and place your hand on his shoulders, bringing him down to his knees.

“I was looking for you,” she says and you look down, checking the devious smile the blonde man has on his lips as he places his hands on your hips. Lucky for the both of you, the leaves of the bush covered your body from the waist down.

You try to use what little coherence you have left to form a sentence that wouldn’t seem incriminating, all the while Draken has his hands traveling through your exposed thighs, “I’m looking for seashells,” is the best you can come up with.

“In the middle of the plants?” She asks, taking a few steps closer. When she gets to a concerningly near distance, enough that if she looked down she would be able to see Draken’s head, the man stands up while carrying a decent amount of shells in his arms.

“I found some more,” he says, standing up and you are finally able to breathe out a relieved sigh, “Hello, ma’am. How are you doing today?”

“Oh, I was hoping I would find you soon,” your mother replies, taking off the sunglasses that loosely fell from her nose, “The girl at the bar hasn’t been able to make my drink the way that I like and you are the only one I can count on at this moment!”

Your eyes widen in embarrassment but Draken simply lets out a heartfelt laughter closely followed by a nod, “Yes ma’am, right away,” he responds while handing you the seashells he had collected, his face being obscured by the leaves of the long leaves of the palm tree, though not dark enough that you wouldn’t see his mouth moving, a rushed whisper, “I’ll see you later.”

He makes sure that your hand touches his when handing you the objects and you smile. As he rushes back to the resort, you realize that your mother however, has quickly realized what is going on and she raises her eyebrows in an approving manner, “Having fun yet?”

You feel a wave of heat taking over your cheeks as you become flustered, you close your fists shut and place them on the side of your body, “Mom!” You exhale loudly, stomping your way past her. In response, she simply laughs, placing the sunglasses back on her face.

After that, you and Draken became inseparable: constantly playing video-games up in his room, just the two of you. At night, you would sneak out of your room just to sleep in the same bed as him and to feel as his arms wrapped around your waist while lying down.

He would always make sure you had enough to eat throughout the day and, when he wasn’t busy, he would take off the gold necklace gifted to him by his family and rush towards the ocean to swim with you. Together, you would spend hours in the water: jumping on top of the waves, going as far as you could possibly go into the ocean without losing sight of the beach and sneaking a few kisses every now and again.

One of Draken’s favorite activities was to build sand castles and he was good at it too. He would dig the deepest holes and defy the laws of physics by building sand bridges above them. He would go all out and end up as sweaty as he could possibly be, but it was all worth it to see the smile on your face when he was done.

Things went well until the day you had to leave. You knew that it would happen eventually but what you didn’t anticipate was how much you would care about Draken and the idea of leaving him behind makes your heart ache. What if there were other girls?

You decide to shake your insecurities away and allow him to take you on one last date, at least for the time being. He used his salary for the week to take you out into the town, down to his favorite restaurant which was nothing but a hole on the wall. The food, however, was the most delicious thing you have ever tasted in your entire life.

Next, the two of you went to the ice cream shop next door and each chose three scoops of different flavors onto a cone and afterwards, Draken took your hand on his while guiding you towards the ocean. The cold water touched your feet and it was enough to make you shiver, though it is quickly contained when the blonde man wraps his arm around you.

“That is not true,” you say amidst a laughter, “There is no way that you can possibly knit five hats in a day.”

“I swear I can,” he responds, taking a massive bite out of his ice cream, “I usually only do it around Christmas though.”

“Why?” You ask, “if you can do five in a day, I’m sure you could open your own business!”

The excitement in your voice is undeniable and it does cause his face features to relax and a smile to take over. He uses the hand that doesn’t hold the ice cream cone to shuffle your hair, tangling it even more than it was already tangled.

“That’s a good idea, y/n,” he says, shrugging his shoulders while placing the rest of his food in his mouth. He takes a second to chew and swallow before he begins speaking once more, “I just might do that.”

You stop in your tracks, pulling him by the hand towards you until every distance is broken. Your lips touch his desperately as you try to engrave the sensation they provide. The taste of his oreo ice cream still lingering in his mouth and it mixes with the bubblegum flavor of yours.

His tongue dances with yours, guiding it around while his hand reaches for your hips, his nails digging into your skin as he hopes to leave a mark that would last for at least a few days so you can remember him by. It’s over the top and a little ridiculous, but you love it nevertheless.

The kiss lasts a couple of minutes and the only reason you choose to go your separate ways is because you have both run out of air. In that moment, you can’t help but curse your lungs for needing the substance to survive.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” he whispers, both hands touching your face as the ocean breeze moves past you. It feels like a scene out of a movie and you wish that it never had to end.

“I know, me too,” you respond, opening your eyes to meet his. As you lean in for another kiss, the phone in your pocket begins to ring and you curse quietly at the device, picking it up to see a picture of your mother on the screen. The two of you know exactly what that meant, “it’s time to go.”

He sighs, fingers brushing the hair off of your face. You begin making your way back to the resort as you answer the phone, the voice on the other end seems displeased by the fact that you have run off with Draken but, at the same time, you can hear a hint of sadness as she understands young love more than you would believe.

Instead of taking a cab to the airport with the rest of your family, Draken offered to drive you himself so the two of you would be able to spend a little bit more time together.

As you sit in the back of his motorcycle, the two of you sharing headphones and listening to your favorite song extremely loudly, you realize that this is the most fun you’ve had in a really long time. You want to extend your arms and let the wind take your body backwards but it’s a dangerous idea, so you just nuzzle your face against Draken’s back.

Sadly, you reach your destination and your grip around him tightens. The two of you remain parked for a couple of minutes before your phone begins ringing once more and you realize that it is time to go.

So you hop off of the motorcycle and you realize that this is as far as he can go. As you begin to walk away, he pulls you by the hand, his digits gently pulling you closer by the waist while the other hand touches your face.

Quietly, his breathing begins hitting your face and you decide to seal your lips together one last time, for good luck. It’s a gentle kiss, filled with longing and desire, his thumb brushing against your cheek while his lower hand gently grabs your ass and you can’t help but smirk against him.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he says, planting a kiss on your forehead. You peck on his lips gently before whispering those same words back to him. From afar, your mother waits for you and you realize you have run out of time.

So you begin rushing towards the gates, looking back at Draken one last time to wave him goodbye and watch as he hops on his motorcycle. He has a smile on his face and you feel like the whole world could end right now and you would die happy.

“You know,” your mother says, taking you into her arms, “You can come back by yourself in the summer.”

“Really?” You respond, thrilled, “Oh mom, you are the best!”

It didn’t happen the first time you saw Draken. Or the second, of the third. But it did start happening every time you had a small break from school, and with each passing day, you would count the hours for the chance to see him again.

#ken ryuuguji x you #ken ryuguji x you #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #ken ryuuguji x y/n #draken x y/n #draken x you #draken #draken x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #sleepysnk!

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marshmallowprotection · 8 months

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Kait~ it's been a while, I've been doing alright, I have been obsessed with pokemon and my last grade started a while ago. Tomorrow I'm also getting some more Blue Period merch I ordered! One thing in it is a special sketchbook that it's only in Japanese and I can't wait to try and translate it myself slowly and slowly, I have been doing decent progress with Japanese, after all.

Knowing two languages and going for a third one can be scary but I've been having fun learning it, even if I struggle a lot at some parts. I'm able to pick up on a LOT of words, actually, it's just I can't put them together in a sentence yet but I'm slowly learning more and more! It's not my main main focus right now but I have been getting back slowly into watching anime and catching up with some things.

How have you been? I still use Tumblr but not as much. I hope you have been doing well! If you want, please ramble about anything you want.^^

I wanted to ramble kinda about Yatora from Blue Period, I'm happy to say I'm getting more comfortable with my self-ship with him and also Saeyoung as well. Even though my main focus is Yatora, I still look at Saeyoung images from time to time!

Well, I won't be really saying spoilers about Blue Period but I have noticed a lot about Yatora. Sometimes, he is completely different from Saeyoung but they are some things they are similar to!

One thing is that they both go fishing! To be honest, Yatora was kinda dragged into it at first but now he seems to like doing it! I can imagine Saeyoung being competitive with a smirk and Yatora just awkwardly smiling as Saeyoung gets all the fish SKSJDHS

Important fact, they both blush a lot! I can definitely say Yatora blushes way more than Saeyoung but I love them having red on their cheeks, it's so so cuteeeee!! Yatora seems quite more emotional than Saeyoung so you'll see him cry a lot, even if he is happy it's so SKDHSHDH

We pretty much know how Saeyoung acts when he is mad so when Yatora gets mad, he thinks about it a lot and he gets hurt usually a lot if it's something with him. At least we know that he doesn't really lay a finger on anyone, no matter how mad he is, he usually just gets close while glaring daggers and talks lowly. Yatora doesn't really hold grudges and even tends to forget/leave it behind him pretty much!

One thing I adore is that they are probably taller than me MSMSMS and they both wear glasses, too! Yatora mostly wears contacts but he does switch to glasses when studying and other occasions!

A thing I found absolutely hilarious is that Yatora isn't that good with kids while Saeyoung is SKFBAJDHSJ we also know that Yatora sometimes cooks (to even avoid art block sometimes MSMSMS)

While Saeyoung doesn't really. Another thing they are total opposites about is that Yatora can consume alcohol (quite a lot too) and even smoke sometimes (usually when he feels horribly mentally but he doesn't do this that much now from what I've seen)

Even though he doesn't really get drunk, Yatora actually gets drunk from coffee for some reason AHAHAHAH- Yatora is also one of the best/smartest students in his school even if he messed around with his friends all day, it reminds me a lot of Saeyoung when he was studying back then!

I also love how much Yatora notices about the people around him. I'm guessing that Saeyoung probably does the same especially when he had to observe targets on missions as well. And can I just say how I ADORE that they both have yellow/gold eyes??? I could stare into their eyes forever HOLYYYY

I'm sure there's more stuff I missed but I will say these last ones~ Saeyoung is more outgoing while Yatora is quite shy and I found that really nice. Yatora kindaa goes wild if he is out drinking with friends but later on he is more calm. But it's really interesting how he can be quite timid at times.

Also Yatora's parents are really supporting and wholesome later on, it's really nice and sometimes really funny when I see them MSSMSMM while we know Saeyoung's is well.. yeah-

They do have some similarities but are total opposites to some stuff

I'll stop here but I'll probably come back when I remember more! I really wanna get back into writing self-inserts~ although I have other stuff to do first..^^"

Take care and rest well, Kait! We don't talk much but I really enjoy talking with you, I really hope you have been doing well. I hope you and Saeran rest in his garden and spend lots of great times together!

I do genuinely think it's interesting how we can find a way to allow our favorite characters to relate to each other as well as find the ways that they are different. It can be intriguing if only because it helps us better understand why we like those characters in the first place, and while you might find something that overlaps with another trait, you'll find that there is something else entirely there is well that the two of them may not have in common at all and you didn't expect to like a character like that.

I've definitely got a few like that.

I genuinely don't know what it is but people who enjoy Saeyoung… just end up liking other characters that can fish. I don't know how to explain this commonality but many people I know who like our red-headed hacker spend a lot of time somehow stumbling on to other characters who just happened to enjoy fishing for whatever reason.

I don't know what this means but apparently, it's just something that keeps happening these days. I actually don't know a lot of people in real life who enjoy fishing, but my God, what is it about fishing with these characters?

I wish you all the luck in the world when it comes to learning another language because God knows that isn't easy in the slightest.

I struggle with English and that is my main and only language. Sometimes, words just look fake and I don't know what to do with that. But, I always commend people who are willing to go through the trouble of trying to learn another language. It takes a lot of time and commitment to be able to understand all of the rules that go into what makes communication click.

I'm doing all right! focusing on all of the fun things I want to write about with Saeran because God knows I’m nowhere close to being done with him. He lives rent-free in my brain and he always will because I've been doing this for seven years straight and nothing’s stopping me. Hm, but as far as what I've been doing... I spend a lot of time in my RP Discord and working on my next fic!

Oh, and naps.

God knows I need a nap.

#stormflypirateskin #ask #mod kait #not mm

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discet · 2 years

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Do you have any ideas on Anne and Sasha also discovering and adventuring in the Boiling Isles?

okay so I'm gonna assume this is circumstances similar to my Marcy in the Boiling Isles Story in so far as this is an AU in which the girls end up in the boiling isles while the other two are still back on Earth.

Definitely less thoughts for these two than for Marcy

I think the core problem is motivation and circumstances for these two. Unlike Marcy, Anne and Sasha weren't looking for an escape, and they would be much more earnestly looking for a way home than Luz or Marcy were.

Anne

So I think for Anne her onboarding point is about 6 months after her 13th birthday. Marcy has moved away 5 months ago, to keep in touch through the internet. Three months ago, without Marcy to provide a buffer and play peacekeeper, Sasha and Anne hit a breaking point when Anne isn't willing to just keep doing whatever Sasha says. A rift forms between the two of them. Sasha has used her social position to make Anne an outcast at school, something she hoped would pressure Anne to just apologize and fall under her control but has only widened the rift between them farther.

When Sasha tried to get Marcy to back her up in getting Anne 'Under Control', Marcy wasn't willing to and as such Sasha has stopped talking to Marcy. Without all that development she gets in Amphibia she's too stubborn to admit she's in the wrong.

In this AU Anne becomes much more dedicated to keeping in touch with Marcy as she isn't able to make friends at school. Anne takes an interest in more of Marcy's interests so that they have more to do online together together. They stream watch movies together on weekends and probably play Vagabondia online together on the weekdays. (Anne plays tank while Marcy plays support. Probably play with one or two of Marcy's new friends from her new school)

As the summer approaches Anne makes plans to visit Marcy in Oregon for a month. She saves her allowance from working at Thai Go to buy a bus ticket and a gift for Marcy. She might also be developing some feelings for Marcy at this point and might be a little nervous.

I think what happens is that at a bus stop in some nowhere town they have a break for lunch. Anne gets out to stretch her legs but catches sight of a little owl carrying off her gift she prepared for Marcy.

She chases after owlbert and ends up in the boiling isles. I think she gets into a little confrontation with Eda about the gift: Eda insisting on payment in snails and Anne indignant after being robbed. To make sure Anne doesn't just immediately leave, I think she wacks Eda with her tennis racket, takes the gift and then makes a run for it. It's only a few blocks away that she comes to realize that she is not in Oregon anymore.

Anne, unlike Luz or Marcy is not at all happy to be in the boiling isles. A trip to visit her childhood friend was all the adventure she wanted for the summer. So, freaked out and panicking I think she flees towards hexside. Cause even if its a weird magic school, it's still a school, which is a welcome source of familiarity. I think she spends some time running around the school, trying to find an authority figure when she is eventually found by the hall monitors and starts getting chased.

Viney from the detention track takes pity on Anne and when she turns a corner pulls her into the extra dimensional space the detention track uses to sneak around. Which is where I think we get our status quo.

Anne is spends her days trying to figure out a way home. She is hiding out secretly in hex side as a student with the help of the detention track kids. Step one is find Eda again, step two is trying to either sneak back through the door or convince Eda to let her through.

I think she tries to keep a low profile but ends up getting dragged on all sorts of adventures. I think she eventually finds a way into the beast keeping track just because she is really good with animals and can fake it convincingly. If I was serious about this AU I might consider dropping the Marcanne angle to ship Anne with Viney

I also think we get a really tragic scenario on the human side of things, where Marcy is waiting at the bus station for Anne until its late and not getting any messages or calls from Anne. She comes to accept that Anne visiting might have been an elaborate prank of some kind since it feels like she's been ghosted. This lasts until 2 weeks or so later when Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy call the Wu's asking Marcy to tell Anne to pick up her phone, which is when everyone catches on that Anne is actually missing.

Sasha

Okay, struggled with this one for a bit. But I think I got it.

So this I would set actually juuust before Marcy moves away. Marcy is moving in a few days and they all decide to have one last big sleepover at Sasha's house. There is a bit of a dour tone over the proceedings. Marcy is sad about leaving and Anne is putting on a good front but its clearly on her mind as well.

Sasha tries to liven things up with one last great scare dare. This one involves exploring the old abandoned house in the development. Anne and Marcy are hesitant do to legends about the place, but Sasha of course is having none of it. They sneak out to the house and inside see the free standing owl eyed door cracked open.

Sasha trying to get the girls to back down says they should go inside it. Anne and Marcy, pretty spooked at this point refuse and Sasha goes forward to win the scare dare. She stands on the other side, taunting them, saying it looks like there would be one last entry into the book of losers.

Then things go wrong. Sasha hears some commotion from outside the tent on her side while Owlbert swoops in through the door on the earth side. Eda comes rushing in, one hand holding out the staff for Owlbert to land on and the other clicking the door to the human world shut with the key. The door goes to suitcase mode trapping Sasha on the boiling isles. Eda grabs the suitcase and takes to the air as the cops are on her tail.

Sasha is captured as a presumed accomplice, much to her frustration.

So from here we get a bit of a similar set up to Marcy in that AU, with one key difference. Sasha can do spell circles. No one understands how or why a human can do magic. It's weak and she needs to work harder to get the same effect but she can do it.

The big twist of this AU would be that about 8 generations back, Sasha's ancestor was Caleb and a witch who fled to Earth to escape Belos after he killed Caleb. This is based on little more than they are both blonde and have

I think the main thrust would be Sasha agreeing to work with Belos in exchange for a way back to Earth.

Earth side Anne and Marcy are keeping in contact, trying to figure out what the hell happened to their friend. I think the fact that they are both getting on alright without her drives Sasha a little nuts.

Not sure where things go from there.

But those were fun to think of

#anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #amphibia #the owl house

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rouge-variant · 2 years

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Hello I've been thinking about this lately and I'm curious about your opinion; do you think Levi would let reader keep in touch with her family member if they/their relatives were criminals? Reader values family a lot and is happy to meet them since she didn't have anyone after her mom died. I dunno.. i think he won't let her keep in contact with them coz he's overprotective but part of me thinks he won't deprive reader of something so important to her as this.. btw it's set in canon AU.

I would've never thought of this idea, I like it!!! Sorry this took so long, school is busy making me stress about circles despite fanfictions being obviously more important 😗. Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!!

Levi with his S/O Who's Related to a Criminal Headcanons:

Levi can't wrap his head around the fact that you, one of the most innocent and loving people in the world, was related to two of the most feared people in the Underground. Levi had found out about them before you did and he sat in his office trying to figure out how to tell you about this. As far as you knew, you had no more blood family. Not since your mom passed two years away. Turns out your brother and sister-in-law who disappeared years ago didn't disappear. They were thrown down there as their penalty from a string of robberies.

He isn't thrilled to hear that you want to go and see them. He's against the idea all together and he doesn't hesitate to tell you. Normally he would be dead set with his decision but the crumbling look on your face has sparked an internal battle. He knows how much you value family and people close to you. If he was in your position and his mother was still alive then he would do anything to see her again.

He would give you two choices. Either you can write to them or he can take you down there twice a year to see them in-person. He hopes you would chose the the earlier choice since it'll be safer for you but he can also understand the later option as well. When you write your letters, he makes sure to deliver them himself so that no snooping Military Police can sneak any looks into your personal life. If they found anything, there is a chance that you could get into trouble and Levi doesn't want that extra stress on either of you.

When you two go down to the Underground for the first meeting, Levi is dressed in his old clothes he wore when he used to live there. He got you to dress similar to him to avoid unnecessary attention from the patrons down there. He keeps you glued to his side at all times, especially when he first sees your relatives. You're able to tell how on edge he is because he's as stiff as a board next to you so hold his hand and give it a few squeezes, reminding him that you're ok right now.

Levi really wouldn't want to leave you while you caught up with your family because he's paranoid that this is the world's way of trying to get you away from him. He backs up giving you space, hiding behind a corner but still within earshot if anything was going to happen. He feels guilty about it afterwards, knowing that he's interfering a little too much with your personal life but he's just so worried.

Eventually, after getting to know your family more, he'll start to give you more space. Opting to watch the rest of the surroundings so that the three of you can catch up without having any interruptions. This doesn't happen right away either. It happens after he witnesses your family protecting you from their own gang member instead of letting them hurt you. He wasn't expecting that and that's when he realized that they weren't as bad as he had first thought.

After that, he started feeling a little bit more comfortable with letting you go to see them since now he knew that they wouldn't hurt you and make sure that you were safe. He still kept to limited visits and stayed nearby when taking you there but he had more faith that you would be fine. Your family weren't that bad either. Your brother was a lot less mature compared to you but your sister-in-law seemed to be just like your mother, based into the stories you told him. Both of them were very impressed that you managed to woo Humanities Strongest Soldier and loved to tease you both when they saw you together.

Levi definitely doesn't regret you convincing him that this was a good idea to try. He hasn't seen you smile this brightly or be excited like this in a long time. He would happily put up with his paranoia as long as it means that you get to be with your family. He still thinks that the good you have in your heart will get you into trouble sooner or later but that's why you have him. Hopefully you keep proving him wrong about people and maybe teach him how to see the brighter side of life more often.

#aot x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman #aot x y/n #levi ackerman fluff #levi x reader #levi ackerman headcanons

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dizzydispatch · 8 months

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The Roof is on Fire: Part 1 (Backstory)

Content warning: dead pet, house fire

"The roof. The roof. The roof is on fire."

These were the lyrics from the song he showed me upon dubbing me "Fire King." A crudely-photoshopped image of my face superimposed onto the profile of Fire Lord Ozai became my contact photo in his phone. The nickname came after my best friend Andy and I spent a weekend up in a rural woodland cabin. After assuring me he'd be able to start the woodstove fire-- after all, hadn't our families first bonded over a shared Boy Scouts troop?-- it started to seem as though we were fated to spend the weekend shivering. "Let me try," I said.

Begrudgingly, he offered me the lighter and wad of newspaper kindling, scooting aside to give me access to the stove. It took me a while, and for a few minutes there, his smug look told me that he'd doubted my ability to do what he couldn't from the beginning. But then, I figured it out. The trick was to keep at it, starting small with sticks and brush, before easing the heavier logs into the flame and allowing them to take gradually to the flame. "Hail, the Fire King!" Andy cried, feigning a royal bow.

The fire seemed to catch so slowly, I couldn't imagine how things like house fires got to be so out of control. After all, if I couldn't WILL the logs to catch, what did a modern house made to resist conflagration have to worry about?

I wouldn't find out for another few months.

It was a Thursday in early May. I had been hired at the Deaf school two weeks ago, and I was just starting to settle into the job. It wasn't what I wanted to be doing, but it was a job, and since I was living rent-free with my parents, I could put all of my money towards those pesky student loans. One of the perks of living at home was my dad's willingness to occasionally trade cars with me, bringing mine to the mechanic for me so I didn't get ripped off.

That's why I didn't answer the first time my little brother called me. Or the second. I figured, he's mad because I have Dad's car. I knew he wanted to buy it off of our father, and he probably had scheduled some preemptive appointment to tint the windows or have some other modification done. But by the fifth or sixth consecutive call, I figured I'd have to address him eventually. When my coworker came back into the room, I asked if she could handle the class for a minute.

"My brother is spam calling," I told her. In sign language, this looked like "MY BROTHER / CALL / CALL / CALL / (eyeroll)". As I slipped out I told her: "I've just gotta make sure it's not an emergency."

In the nearly deserted hallway, I didn't worry too much about letting some irritation creep into my tone when I answered. "This better be goddamn important," I told him. "I'm at work."

"It is," he responded, just as rudely. "The house is on fire, and your cat is probably dead."

My first impulse was to laugh. "Very funny," I told him. "What's really going on?"

I felt the buzz of my phone and saw that he was trying to FaceTime me. That's when it hit me that he wasn't kidding. With trembling fingers, I accepted the request, and the first thing I saw was the blurry feed of our house, and a big red firetruck in front.

Dazed, I sank to the ground in the middle of the school hallway. I opened my mouth but nothing came out at first, so I tried again. This time, my scratchy, dry voice made out, "Is... is everyone out?"

"The family is safe," he assured me. "Mom was at work, Dad's here with me." (And of course, the other brother was out of state for college.) "It's only Tilly they can't find."

Tilly.

I took a shaky breath and cleared my face. It was imperative that my students never see me as anything but happy or neutral.

"Everything okay?" my coworker asked as I reentered the classroom, face a blank slate.

I shook my head imperceptivity.

She gave me an inquisitive look. I glanced at the students, none of whom were looking my direction. Still, I shielded my hand with the other as I signed two words: HOUSE, and FIRE. Her eyes widened, and she shooed me away, silently telling me to take care of myself and leave the classroom to her.

I nodded once and left the room. I was going to cry; that much I could feel in my gut. I sought out the office once dubbed our team's "designated cry room." But when I slipped around the corner, I was brought up short by the sight of a closed door. This meant Jen was either interviewing a new applicant, or meeting with a prospective family. Next door to her, however, the program director for the hearing program also housed at the school seemed to have an empty office.

“Hi,” I said, poking my head through the open door. “Are you busy?”

She looked up, surprised. “Not really,” she admitted, her brows furrowing.

“No meetings scheduled--” I checked my watch, "--in the last two hours or so of the school day?”

“No…” I could tell she was wondering why someone from the other program was looking to speak to her, but before she had the chance to ask, I closed the door behind me.

“Great,” I said, collapsing into her chair. “I need a place to cry.”

Out from under the prying eyes of students and curious TAs, I could’ve let the floodgates open, but some latent instinct allowed me to first dial the first emergency contact on my phone.

Andy picked up before the first ring ended. “I heard,” he said.

A silent gratitude welled up inside of me, in spite of everything. I melted like hot wax, and the tears came silently as I curled up on this strange woman’s office chair.

“Tilly,” I whimpered.

“I know,” he said. “We’re going to find her. Do you need me to come get you?”

I shook my head, which of course he couldn’t hear. The voice I was able to manage was hardly more than a croak. “No.”

Not-Jen looked at me, bewildered. She asked me the question, what is going on? without words. Her eyes searched my face, and I imagined she was wondering if either program had ever had to section a new hire so quickly. Mental breakdowns were common enough in a place like this, but only a few ended in institutionalization. I pictured, hysterically, this woman slowly reaching under her desk for a secret button, like a bank teller in a robbery, alerting squads of uniformed people armed not with police-issue .45s but straightjackets and tranq darts. The idea was so comically ridiculous that I found myself laughing through the tears, surely only reinforcing her notions regarding my sanity.

I told her simply, “My house is on fire.”

This broke her frozen expression, and her face melted into one of sympathy and concern. “Is everyone okay?”

Lifting the phone again, I said to both her and Andy, “My family is all accounted for. The only one missing is my cat, Tilly.”

She made a sound like a squeaky toy being stepped on, and stepped around her desk to sit in the chair beside mine. Her hand was steady on my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured.

The sob was loud and choked, and I stifled the next one, concerned the occupants of the adjacent office might overhear. Not-Jen introduced herself as Cheryl, and I let her put her skinny arms around my shoulders as I continued to weep. Andy spoke soothingly from somewhere far away, giving me updates as he got them through the steady, reliable grapevine that interlaced our families. My family was in the care of the Red Cross. The fire department had gone to a second alarm.

Cheryl tried to console me, too, telling me, “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Cats are incredible hiders."

But they didn't find Tilly until the fire had been extinguished.Tilly, my cat, the first pet that was ever only mine.

It was my mom called me next. I was in my dad's car, sitting in the back parking lot, trying to decide where to go. Home? What would even be left of it? They wouldn't have put my parents up in a hotel yet. It was too soon. I was just settling on calling Andy when my phone rang.

"Mom?"

I could hear her tears when she spoke in a broken, tiny voice: "They found Tilly."

My heart sank into my stomach. "And-- I mean, is she--"

"I'm so sorry, honey."

I don't remember what I said. Maybe I didn't say anything, and just hung up. The next thing I remember is crying harder than I can remember crying in my adult life. The catharsis was immediate and relieving, and I knew as the weeping spell wound down that I would call Andy.

When I arrived at his place, Andy's mom greeted me with a hug that seemed to last eternity. Whitney is a short, plump woman from whom Andy had inherited his ocean-blue eyes, and in her arms I felt small in spite of the six inches of height I have on her. Like a little kid whose auntie took on the roll of secondary mother without needing to be asked. She didn't make me talk, and I found it comforting to remain in my silence, a state uncommon to one as loquacious as I am. I curled up in a ball on the corner of their brown leather couch, sinking endlessly into the deep cushions as though it could swallow me whole.

I stayed there, practically comatose, until Whitney insisted I let her buy me some essentials. She handed Andy her credit card and told him not to think twice about the expense, and soon enough we were on the way to Walmart.

I picked out a toothbrush, some travel hygiene essentials, some sweats to sleep in tonight and a set of fresh work-appropriate clothes for the next day. I didn't bother to style the outfit to match my usual pseudo-gothic preferences, but simply tossed some clothes that seemed close to my size into the cart. Andy added some snacks and a gluten-free frozen dinner for that night, and a bandana. Black, with red roses, matching my aesthetic perfectly. I hadn't even thought about my bandana collection, but Andy, my best friend since the first grade, knew me better than anyone. To this day I have that bandana, the first in my new collection.

On the way home, I fiddled with the music. Usually, Andy and I would bicker about what to play in the car, but I guess having your house burn down wins you some privileges because he let me have full control of the aux.

The roof. The roof. The roof is on fire.

"Wow," Andy remarked. "Your Spotify algorithm is really insensitive, huh?"

"No," I said. "I picked it. I made a playlist."

His brow furrowed, and he leaned over to look, but I smacked him away and snipped something about watching the road. "The last thing my family needs is for all of us to survive a housefire only to have one of us die in a car crash," I remarked.

His eyes bugged for a second, and then we were both laughing. At the next red light, I showed him the playlist, comprised solely of fire-related songs. "If you read the titles in order, they kind of tell a story," I said. "See? Lithium and Battery, because it was a lithium-ion battery that started it. Lady Gaga's 911, because the first thing you do is call 9-1-1, and Get Low because they tell you--"

"I get it," Andy said, chuckling darkly. "This is so morbid."

"I think it's funny."

He looked at me for a moment before informing me, "Your sense of humor is broken."

I thought about that for a long time, and then suddenly I was laughing. I couldn't stop laughing. I tried to answer his demanding gaze, but I got as far as "What do you call--" before I burst out again. Andy laughed with me, puzzled, but content that I didn't seem so miserable anymore. Finally, after several false starts that dissolved into hopeless giggles, I got the set up of the joke out.

"What do you call an elusive psychic who survives a house fire?"

Andy, already groaning, generously humored me. "What?"

"A rare medium well-done," I choked out, and then we were both howling. It's probably sheer luck that we didn't crash on the way home, because the rest of the drive was spent in hysterics, the two of us taking turns volleying all of the fire-related jokes...

"Did you hear about the fire in the shoe factory? Many soles were lost."

"My grandfather always said, “Fight fire with fire.” He was a great man, but a terrible firefighter."

"Why do ducks have flat feet? To stomp out forest fires. Why do elephants have flat feet? To stomp out flaming ducks!"

...while the stereo played that old familiar song, and we laughed at the sheer absurdity of it all. The roof. The roof. The roof is on fire...

And that's when I knew I'd be okay.

#The Roof is on Fire #dizzy #dizzydispatch #dizzydispatch911 #trauma #house fire #TW dead

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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A/N: Planning to post some finished requests tonight thankfully but I wanted to share something super self indulgent with you guys since I just recently got an Alexa! I'm still kind of in a funk (since classes are STILL not over with) so thank you everyone for your kind words in my inbox q wq For now I only have Riddle and Leona...but if everyone likes it I'll make an effort to finish! I kinda am working on Azul's as we speak >:3 Warnings: Boys missing you terribly, Riddle justifying the breaking of rules and Leona realizing that he is talking to an inanimate object.

The Ramshackle Prefect leaves to go to RSA for a month, following a lead that could get them back home. And while the dorm leaders do miss them terribly, it seems one of them is hiding something.

. .

“AZUL-SHI DO SOMETHING.”

The Octavinelle dorm leader barely listened to his friend's request as he also crowded over Idia’s phone, the other five dorm leaders looking down at the screen as a pair of familiar eyes stared back at them.

“Where is Idia? Can you please hand me back to him?”

Riddle blinked at the sprite on the screen before looking back at Idia with a frown.

“Explain yourself, Shroud.”

Idia whimpered as he hung his head low in shame.

“[Y/N]-san...I mean...the Prefect left to go to RSA for a whole month, right? Crowley said it was to help them find a way back home but apparently there was some trouble there too and...and he brought them to fix it...”

Malleus’s neutral expression changes into something a bit sadder while Kalim lets out what everybody was thinking.

“To take them away so suddenly...I didn’t even get a chance to give them a goodbye party!”

“They’re only away for a month, Kalim.” Vil’s eyes stay on Idia’s phone screen.

“But I’m sure a party would have let them know how much I would miss them!”

Riddle clears his throat, “That still doesn’t explain anything about what I am seeing. Why in the world do you have something that looks like...that looks so much like them on your phone!”

Idia was sure this was hell. Of all the people to catch him using his phone during a dorm leader meeting, why did it have to be Riddle? What was he even supposed to answer to that question! That he missed talking to [Y/N]-san about the new animes that were releasing this week that he had purposefully made an AI from data Ortho had collected on them and their mannerisms?

He would rather die!

“I--I was testing a new AI! Just...for schedules and stuff like that! And I didn’t have anything else to base it on so I just took [Y/N]-san’s information and made a prototype! It’s not just going to go out to the public like that! They can customize it however they like--!”

Azul hums as he taps the screen, the sprite giggling as he touches their cheek before looking up at all of them expectantly.

“...A prototype, huh.” he smiles and leans back while taking his phone out, “Everybody stop crowding around him, we might as well be breaking his arm slowly at this point.”

The rest of the dorm leader's move back with only some protest, Idia’s eyes shining as he looks up at his other friend.

“Azul-shi…”

The dorm leader of Octavinelle grins, “If it’s a prototype then that means it needs users, correct? More people to test it out?”

“Eh?”

Azul puts his phone in front of Idia and smiles at him like he was just about to close a rather important business transaction.

“Well then I want the prototype as well. Download it to my phone, will you?”

“Eh?!”

Idia presses his phone to his chest as if Azul was about to take it, looking around nervously as the other dorm leaders take their phones out and set it in front of him.

“If it’s an application for scheduling then I could use it to keep Heartslabyul’s matters in check. I’ll take one too.”

“Ruggie is gonna be busy during exams...this thing better work as an alarm.”

“Surely this would help me keep track of my schedule for both the Monstro Lounge and school. I’ll take one with a statistics program built in, Idia”

“Oh!! I want mine to be able to sing! And can I also get them in Scarabia’s dorm uniform? I want to see what [Y/N]-san would look like!’

“I’ll take that as well. I also want a photo re-touch feature as well as one hour updates as to what is going on in my Magicam account.”

Each phone was placed in front of him as Idia felt his head start to spin. He just wanted to keep this thing a secret only for himself! He wasn’t even planning to release it, it was all just a lie so they wouldn’t know his greatest shame!

A shadow was casted over him, Idia looking up slowly as Malleus smiled and placed his phone down.

“I am eager to see your finished product, Shroud.”

The tarts in front of him looked absolutely delicious.

Trey had really outdone himself this time. The strawberries were cut into perfectly neat shapes and the glaze over them made them so mouth wateringly shiny that he could practically taste the sweet treat without even having to taste it!

Which only made his want of one grow even more.

“And here comes the next batch.” Trey smiles as he puts down another plate in front of him, Riddle’s eyes now staring at that plate while his vice dorm leader cleans himself up.

“When did you say the Unbirthday party was going to be today?”

“A-At three o’clock sharp.”

Trey nods as he looks at the clock in the kitchen.

“Perfect. I promised to meet Jade to get some herbs he has been growing as well as letting him teach me how to make this one soup they had in the Monstro Lounge about a week ago.”

He grabs his phone and heads out, leaving Riddle with a quick goodbye and a promise that he would make it back as quick as possible.

Leaving him all alone with two plates filled with his favourite treat.

The dorm leader looks around once...then twice...checking if anybody was coming into the kitchen before going back to stare at the plates.

It wasn’t like he was going to grab one

The Unbirthday party today would be using pastries that Trey had made yesterday. It was the third of the month so the rules required a completely different pastry. The strawberry tarts were most likely for tomorrow.

So Riddle could wait. He was the Heartslabyul dorm leader after all so not only could he wait but he was required to wait! As the dorm leader he was to set an example and he couldn’t let himself be seduced so easily by just two plates of such yummy looking tarts--!

He quickly takes his phone out and looks down at the screen, face flushing as he tries to remember how Idia told him to open up the new app.

“[Y/N]-san…?”

A face peeks out from the corner of his phone, smiling as it recognizes his face and steps out while giving him a polite bow.

“Good morning, Riddle-san! What can I help you with?”

He can’t help a small rush of excitement at seeing the Prefect’s face after not seeing them for two weeks. Riddle would make an effort to stop and talk to them whenever they made their way to Heartslabyul that not seeing them for so long had almost thrown him off his schedule.

And...he missed the conversations he had with them.

As the dorm leader and a student in NRC he didn’t necessarily have time to go to any other events or take part in any of the shenanigans others would get up to, not that he necessarily wanted to, but it was entertaining when the Prefect talked about it with him.

It felt like they were letting him into their world.

So maybe this substitute would suffice...it was a scheduling app after all so it wasn’t like he was using it for pleasure only.

“Would you please repeat rule 56 of the Queen’s handbook?”

The AI clears their throat as a book animation appears before them.

“Rule number 56: On the third of April, black tea should be served along with pineapple tarts. Followed by a game of cards in which the loser must pour the Queen tea for the rest of the Unbirthday party.”

Riddle sighs as he looks back at the plate of tarts.

“...I guess I’ll wait until tomorrow…”

“Wait until what?”

He looks down at the AI, the sprite blinking in confusion as it waits for an answer. Idia had mentioned adding a conversational feature…

“There is no rule about what to eat tomorrow so I decided that we would have strawberry tarts.”

“Are those your favourite?”

Riddle nods and steps out of the kitchen, making his way to his room as he stared back at the open door.

“They are. Ever since I was little. I couldn’t have many because of--”

He decides to not go deep into the subject.

“I’m sure Trey’s pineapple tarts will be excellent. I will just have to wait until tomorrow to enjoy the strawberry ones.”

The AI hums before the book animation pops up again, looking down and flipping a couple of pages before speaking up.

“Riddle-san. While it does say that black tea should be served with pineapple tarts...it does state that it should be done for the Unbirthday party and the Unbirthday party only.”

He frowns, “Your point?”

“I am sure no rule would be broken if only the Queen has a tea party before the Unbirthday party. From what I am seeing here--”

They flip a couple more pages.

“There is no rule about a tea party of one enjoying a strawberry tart.”

Riddle blinks before looking down at his phone, the sprite smiling as they shut the small book and lets it disappear with a ‘poof.’

No rule would be broken...if it was only a tea part of one?

He looks down at the AI when he hears them giggle.

“Riddle-san looks really happy.”

A blush covers his face at being called out on how big his smile probably was.

“Did I help in any way?”

The dorm leader takes a deep breath before smiling as he looks down at the phone and presses his fingertip on top of their head, rubbing it back and forth as if they were petting them. Something he knew he could never really do with them in real life lest he was looking to get odd looks.

“More than enough. Would you like to accompany me during this tea party?”

“Yes please!”

Riddle nods before looking around once more and clearing his throat.

“And...would you refer to me as ‘dorm leader’ from now on?”

The sprite nods as they give him a polite bow.

“Yes, dorm leader!”

He would need to send his report of the app as quickly as possible, Idia had really outdone himself this time...maybe he could ask if he could get them dressed up in the Heartslabyul uniform?

Riddle still wished you would hurry back.

“Leona-san! Please wake up!”

The blankets on the bed wriggled a bit as the phone was tousled over from one side of the bed to the other, the sprite inside frowning as they tried again.

“Leona-san! Please wake up! Ruggie-san texted you!”

A hand comes out of the blankets before holding the phone up.

“Read the text out loud then.”

Sighing, the AI pulls the text up and reads out loud.

“Please be awake by the time I get there, Leona. I need to make sure I get your signature on these papers for the dorm budget. If you don’t I’ll hold your lunch captive!”

Leona’s face finally pops up from under the blanket, the man sitting up and running a hand through his hair as he speaks up again.

‘Oi. What time is it?”

“It is 3:14 in the afternoon, Leona-san.”

“And when did Ruggie send the text?”

“At 3:00 o'clock.”

He groans and lays back down, the pillows flying about as he holds the phone to his face and smiling when he sees the sprite looking down at him worriedly.

“You really do look like them…” Leona whispers before tapping the screen so that he is poking the sprite’s cheek, “What is that face for?”

“I’m just worried for you, Leona-san. Too much sleep is a symptom of some sicknesses so--”

“Hah? You think I would get sick so easily?” he yawns and stretches, “I’m different from humans. Beastmen need a lot more sleep than regular humans do so...I’m just doing what my body tells me.”

Green eyes watch a notepad appear before the AI as they write down the information, smiling as they close it up and watch it disappear.

“I’ll keep that information in mind so I can serve Leona-san better. Thank you so much.”

Leona blinks at the words before a lazy smile crosses his face.

“Serve me better, huh? Never thought I would hear you say that.”

Usually the herbivore would be frowning and telling him to get up and actually take charge of his dorm and how he didn’t act like any grown up they knew. The sprite, however, tilts their head in confusion before speaking up once again.

“I am yours, after all.”

“Damn right you are.”

He looked at the phone a bit more, the sprite smiling up at him as he poked their cheek or patted their head. A part of him wondered if you would react like that with him as well. You always seemed so annoyed with his antics yet you never failed to come back to talk to him, telling him how he needs to get his act together if he is ever planning to go back to the Afterglow.

Leona would bet money that if he patted your head out of nowhere you would be highly flustered. Getting praise from him was something that didn’t happen often, after all.

“What day is it?”

“The 12th day of April, Leona-san.”

Another two weeks of you being gone. He frowns and closes his eyes as he thinks about you meeting those other students. RSA was just full of idiots...like his brother--

“Dammit.”

He slams the phone down but blinks when he hears a small yelp, turning the phone back around to find the AI looking rather frazzled with their eyes closed and hair all over the place.

“Shit. Are you....okay?”

Great, he was asking an application if it was okay. He could understand why Idia would hide this, right now he felt like he was crazy.

“Y--Yes! It was just unexpected!”

The sprite fixed itself up quickly and smiled back at Leona.

“Are you okay though, Leona-san?”

The dorm leader chuckled and nodded as they set the phone down gently and laid down next to it. At least that part was very much like you, worrying about others before focusing on yourself.

“You’re not going to complain? I almost just threw you.”

Without missing a beat, the AI stands up and looks at him.

“Leona-san is still working hard despite his body telling him to sleep. My program tells me that it would be a natural emotion to feel frustrated if you are not allowed to do something you want. Normal actions of frustration speak of physical manifestations such as kicking, punching or throwing. I was simply calculating it for it to be the latter and for it to happen towards a pillow. I’ll make sure to fix my calculations next time.”

He shakes his head and sets the phone down gently.

“Weird thing. You shouldn’t forgive someone so easily after they wronged you.”

“But you didn’t wrong me, Leona-san. I didn’t feel any pain. I just want to make sure you are feeling your best! You are my number one priority!”

This machine is going to make him go insane, he knows you would never say that but the fact that Idia had gotten your voice down so well that it was almost as if you had just told him he was your number one---

He was already getting a headache.

“Set an alarm for an hour. Ruggie will take around that long anyway.” Leona lays down and wraps the blankets around him.

“Of course. Alarm set for one hour. Would you like to be woken up with a personalized message?”

Leona hummed before grinning.

“Wake me up by calling me ‘King’.”

The sprite fixes its settings before giving a polite bow.

“Yes, my King. Please enjoy your rest.”

After this he would send his report to Shroud and maybe ask for an outfit upgrade. He only needed to show him some Afterglow clothes and the nerd would probably be able to make the AI wear them, right?

Whatever, the moment you came back Leona would make sure that you gave him some headpats for making him wait so long.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #riddle x reader #leona x reader #twst mc #//yeah this is extremely self indulgent...BUT I HAVE An ALEXA NOW AND I FEEL FANCY

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Hidden (Kim Hongjoong) Rated

Pairing: Soccer Jock! Kim Hongjoong (Ateez)× Nerd! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, College AU.

Summary: There's nothing that makes Hongjoong feel better after a game than to spend it with his secret girlfriend.

Word Count: 3.5+K

Warnings: male breast play (we love the hiddies), light gropings, dry humping, light degradation, corruption kink, unprotected soft, vanilla sex (always use protection), dom! Hongjoong, sub/slightly inexperienced reader.

Taglist: @seacottons (I wrote this for you ♡), @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @galaxteez @hanatiny @deja-vux @brie02 @multidreams-and-desires @daniblogs164 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers when their prized center forward kicked the ball with full force into the opposing team's goal, effectively allowing them to take victory over another college from the area. His teammates hoisted the bleach blonde male over their shoulders, parading him around the field and letting the spectators admire him once more. The athlete shyly smiled and gave tiny waves towards the crowd. His eyes passed through all the rows of people standing about, searching and scanning for a particular person he hoped would come to see him.

Once he spotted a familiar red plain hoodie tucked near the very end of the bleachers, his smile grew even wider and he even felt bold enough to send a wink their way, the tiny group of admirers sitting nearby mistakenly thinking it was directed at them. The figure in the hoodie tried not to let any suspicious look give her away, but even she couldn't stop the faint pink hue that appeared on the apples of her cheeks. He mouthed a few words to her, which she understood to mean for her to wait for him at a certain place while he went to go get changed. Quickly picking up her bag, she made way to step down the bleachers, but unfortunately for her the little group of popular girls had the same idea, thus ending in one of them bumping into her rather harshly and sending her crashing down onto the concrete stairs that allowed one to get out of the spectator area.

The soccer player of course saw this and slightly hissed when he watched her palms come out instinctively to lessen her fall, only imagining the stinging sensation they went through. He then turned his attention to the tiny clique leader who looked completely unapologetic, her mouth saying something that he couldn't quite make out, but judging from the way her little minions snickered and laughed, he deduced it was only another one of the usual jabs they liked to fling at the poor girl. And he hated it, the scowl clearly visible on his face. Just when he was about to turn around and give them a piece of his mind, the victim looked up and gestured for him not to intervene and just run along to the showers. He hesitated briefly until she once again assured him she was fine, getting up and quickly escaping before another accident occurred.

Left with no choice but to follow her instructions, the soccer player joined the others in the showers to freshen up after a long and arduous game. He made sure to be quick about it, as he wanted to go check up on her injuries as soon as possible. After drying off completely, he stuffed all his belongings into his bag without caring to check if he was crushing anything and sped out of there. Along the way to the place where he parked his car, he only waved at his fellow classmates and belatedly ignored the prissy bullies that caused the incident back at the bleachers.

"Snakes." He mumbled to himself as he passed by them.

Rounding a tiny corner of the building, he took out his keys and unlocked his car, looking around in confusion when he didn't see the person he was expecting anywhere nearby. Hearing a tiny rustling of leaves, he rolled his eyes when he finally realized they were hiding behind the hedge that decorated the stairs that led one inside the building.

"There's no one else around, now come out of there before the groundskeeper finds out you were messing up his artistic shrubbery." He called out as he walked over to the hedge.

Peeping her head out, the girl looked right then left to make sure he wasn't lying before throwing one leg over the green barrier, trying to get out. It definitely proved more difficult getting out than getting in, as her foot accidentally got stuck when she tried to swing her other leg out. She grunted softly as she tried to yank her foot out, which she eventually accomplished but with how hard she pulled she was thrown off balance. Had the male behind her not have run up to catch her, she would have surely hit her head on the floor. Luckily he had indeed caught her before such tragedy occurred. Looking up, his unamused face was bearing down on her.

"Thanks?" She sheepishly said.

"Don't mention it honey bunch." He snorted when she frowned at one of the many nicknames he enjoyed teasing her with.

"Don't start now Kim Hongjoong." She grumbled with a huff as she sat upright.

When she turned around, she had no chance to say or do anything as he took her hands and made her palms face him. Hongjoong sighed when he saw the tiny scrapes on her fragile skin.

"I'll be fine. It's just a scratch." She asserted before he got anymore upset.

"These 'scratches', and the mean names, wouldn't happen at all if only you'd let people know about us."

She recoiled slightly at his words. He was right, she knew that. Still, she was hesitant about letting the entire school know about their secret relationship, something that he was more than eager about sharing. But he respected her need and wanting of privacy, even if it irritated slightly at times.

"I'll be fine Hongjoong. Really... their words don't bother me anymore. And besides, I'd rather not have all eyes at me at every moment. I like being an invisible wallflower." She repeated what she often said.

He understood her, but couldn't help the sigh that came out his lips.

"Honestly L/N Y/N, I don't know what to do with you sometimes." He confessed as he turned her palms over, his eyes focusing on her left hand. Or more precisely, on the black promise ring that was wrapped around her left finger. He smiled softly as he rubbed his thumb over it, knowing that on the inside of it, his name was engraved in white, followed by his birthstone in the shape of a heart. He wore a similar one around his neck, held up by chain that dangled right above his chest, close to his heart. Only the one he wore was a white band and had his lover's name in black with her own birthstone on it. It was a present he had bought for their 1 year anniversary, which had happened not too long ago. Every time he saw her wear it, he felt a warm and tranquil feeling in his soul. He himself never took off the chain off his neck, only when he needed to shower and even then, he made sure to never misplace it.

It was a somewhat nostalgic feeling, standing there, holding her hands kinda like the first time he worked up the courage to come up to her and state his interest in dating her. Even to that day, he couldn't believe she would have actually agreed. He was so happy and full of bliss at having her that he couldn't help himself as he closed his eyes and began leaning his face towards hers. His girlfriend widened her eyes and let out a muffled shriek before pulling away from him. Hongjoong grunted angrily as he walked after her towards his car.

"It's not a crime to kiss my girlfriend in public you know." He exclaimed.

"Someone might see us." She kindly reminded him.

Throwing his hands up in frustration, Hongjoong was about to start nagging but opted for taking a deep breath instead to calm down.

"Ok fine, but once we get behind closed doors, I'm expecting a lot of cuddles and smooches from you. You've been giving me the cold treatment at school even beyond what we agreed on and I'm slightly hurt." He pouted as he turned on the ignition.

Shaking her head, Y/N leaned over and placed a peck on Hongjoong's cheek.

"Ok you baby. Only because you were amazing on the field today."

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Safe in the sanctuary and privacy of her apartment, Y/N couldn't hold herself back now as she tangled her limbs around her boyfriend, face pressed against his chest. Hongjoong couldn't stop himself from snorting when he felt her cheek rubbed against one of his protruding pectoral muscles. The arm that was stationed around her frame came up to lightly scratch the back of her head.

"Having fun there you cuddle bug?" He raised an eyebrow at her when she snuggled closer to him.

"Hmmm yeah. Your man boobs make such comfortable pillows." She beamed as she reached one hand up to caress the muscle that her face wasn't buried in.

"They are not boobs Y/N. We've been over this how many times?" He dropped his head back onto the pillow as he released an exhausted and frustrated groan.

Feeling a bit on the bolder side that evening, Y/N shifted her weight over so she was fully laying on top of him.

"If they're not boobs, how come I can do this?"

Hongjoong half gasped- half moaned when he felt his girlfriend's mouth part and latched onto one of his highly sensitive nipples. Of course his girlfriend took advantage of this little fact, suckling onto his skin in a tender manner. Hongjoong lost himself in the feeling of her tongue flicking at his hardened peaks, closing his eyes as she kept on enveloping his buds with her warm mouth, first one breast then moving to the other one. This time her suction was a little more rough, teeth baring to lightly bite on the skin around his nipple. Hongjoong obviously didn't mean and was thoroughly enjoying the more harsher treatment as he began bucking his hips up against hers, his tent brushing against her folds which were only covered by her cotton underwear.

Satisfied at being able to rile her boyfriend up, Y/N sat up with a smirk as she peered down at Hongjoong's dazed look. Before he could get a word out, his girlfriend begin grinding herself against his bulge, her hands steadying themselves on his lean but firm abs. Hongjoong looked up at her, his eyes glowing with the same lust that mirrored in her own. Not able to bear to leave her in charge, his hands came up to grip her hips, forcing her to stop momentarily before they started taking control of her movements. He guided her so every time her clothed mound would rub against his tent they would both feel the best friction between them. Not only was he in full control of her body rolls, he made sure to lift his hips up so she would feel him even more. The air around them thickened as their sexual tension grew more and more, their once soft sighs turning more into heavy panting as they both waited for the other one to give in and say they wanted more than just the semi clothed dry humping they were currently doing.

Y/N knew fully well Hongjoong wouldn't say anything, it was in his nature. He'd just keep donning that signature smirk he was hailing at her at the moment as he continued to grind himself up at her. She knew he wanted her to tell him how much she wanted him, as a form of payback for not acknowledging him back at the university. She wanted to play at his game, keep her mouth shut and even get off him only to leave him frustrated and aching. But she had no will or mind to do that. Not when her body yearned for his, cried out to have him pin her to the bed as he tore through her intimate places. She couldn't hold back any longer, her bottom lip was starting to hurt from how hard she was biting down on it.

"What's wrong babygirl? Something on your mind? Do you want something?" He teased her as he moved his hands to cup her ass, fingers digging into her flesh and brushing against the hem of her panties.

"Hongjoong... I want...I want.." Even after having done this quite a few times, she was still very nervous and shy about requesting such things from him.

"Use your words darling, I know you can use them. After all, you're the smartest person in school. So tell me...."

Sitting up so he could lean his face close to hers, Hongjoong brushed his lips against hers, replacing her teeth with his own as he tugged at the corner where she had been biting on just a few seconds ago.

"What do you want?" He asked once more, hands going underneath her shirt so they could fondle her perky breasts, a satisfied grin lightly appearing on his face when he discerned the subtle whine that came from her throat.

"You, I want you." She finally answered, her arms wrapping around his neck as she closed the space between them and kissed him passionately.

Their tongues tangled themselves together in a desperate and slightly sloppy fashion. Flipping their positions, Hongjoong carefully laid Y/N down on the mattress, never once breaking their kiss even when his hand dropped down to tug her underwear down her legs. She helped him out by lifting her hips up and was about to pull the hoodie over her head, but Hongjoong stopped her.

"No baby. Keep it on. You look more adorable wearing my clothes." Briefly pulling away from her, he had a cocky smile as he rid himself out of his own boxers.

"Even if I do enjoy taking them off you." He admitted with no shame, which didn't surprise her.

Prying her legs open so he could fit himself between them, Hongjoong peppered butterfly kisses across her forehead and temples, sighing blissfully as he aligned himself at her entrance.

"I love you." He always made sure to state those 3 words before they got lost in their love.

"I know. I love you too." She responded.

Satisfied at hearing his confession being reciprocated, Hongjoong slowly pushed himself inside her, always taking care to be gentle as his lovely girlfriend wasn't as experienced as he was. He let her walls adjust to the intrusion of his member as he busied himself by kissing along the side of her neck and near her jaw while his thumbs rubbed circles on her waist. Y/N took a deep breath and lightly tapped his arm, a sign for him to start moving.

Hongjoong started off with slow and deep strokes, making sure to angle his hips properly so his head would brush against that sweet spot that would have the girl underneath him crying out his name. Y/N's eyes dropped down to look in between their bodies, always fascinated by the image of Hongjoong's cock disappearing inside her. One of her hands came up and slid underneath her covered stomach, a soft gasp escaping her lips when she felt her boyfriend's bulge poke out from under her skin. Noticing this, Hongjoong chuckled softly.

"You like that baby? Like feeling my cock deep inside of you?"

She could only respond with a light nod of her head as she released a faint moan that turned louder when Hongjoong abruptly slammed back into her at a quicker pace.

"You feel so good around me love. You're so tight, warm, and soft- fuck! I can't get enough of you." He hissed as he continued to roll his hips into her.

Y/N loved hearing him say things like that to her. Hearing him say how much he wanted her, it turned her into puddy. However, there was something she had been meaning to ask him to try but didn't know how to approach the topic. Figuring it was the best opportunity then, she looked up at him with large eyes.

"Hongjoong? Can we try something tonight?"

His eyes instantly lit up when she asked that, always eager to satisfy anything she was curious about or wanted to try.

"Of course. Anything you want." He assured her.

"Then can you..... can you degrade me a little?"

Hongjoong suddenly stopped moving and blinked at her with a worried expression on his face. Y/N wondered if maybe she shouldn't have asked that given his reaction. She watched as Hongjoong's bottom lip poked out in a light pout.

"Baby why on earth would you want something like that?" He tilted his head at you.

"I just.... I want you to call me your bad girl." She muttered softly, feeling embarrased at declaring that.

Hongjoong let out a heavy sigh as he cupped her cheeks and squished her face.

"But you're not a bad girl darling. You're my good girl. My sweet, kind and obedient angel who doesn't misbehave or cause trouble." He reasoned with her as he planted his lips on her cheek.

Y/N let out a tiny huff as she began to think she would not be getting what she was hoping for.

"That's what everybody else thinks....don't they?" She could hear and feel the shift in Hongjoong's mood, confirmed even further when he suddenly clasped her wrists and pinned them above her head as he started moving once again, only this time it was a more rough and fast pace. He stared down at Y/N with a hungry gaze, tongue poking out to lick his lips as he slammed his hips deeper in her.

"Got everybody in school fooled thinking you're such a goody two shoes, little miss perfect who is oh so sweet, innocent and pure, has never even kissed anyone."

Hongjoong smirked mischievously, pausing briefly before continuing.

"How do you think they'll react when they found out I ruined you? What will they say about the fact you opened your legs for me and allowed me to steal your virginity?"

Y/N threw her head back against the pillow and groaned loudly. It was true, she had let Hongjoong take away her purity a few months back. It wasn't anything she regretted, she loved and trusted him enough to give herself up to him, and she knew the feeling was mutual with him. And now to have him use that against her at that moment, to remind her of it, it felt amazing.

"What will your parents say? Their perfect daughter not only dating behind their back but actually letting her boyfriend stay over with her and fuck her into the sheets. Bet they'd be mad, bet they'll hate me for tainting their precious little angel." He laughed in a mocking tone.

Y/N's moaning now turned to whining and whimpering, her legs wrapping around Hongjoong's waist when the unrelenting tempo of his thrusts was threatening to throw her over the edge. Hongjoong knew this too given he felt everytime she clenched around his shaft, her walls squeezing onto him as if her life depended on it. He muffled his raspy pants when his lips attacked her mouth once more, his pecks aggresive and teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

"And so many guys will be jealous. You don't know but I've overheard even some of my teammates whisper about how they wanted to rob you of your innocence. Hell, I know for a fact even some of the professors wanted to shove their cocks inside your little pussy." As he dished out those tiny secrets she never knew about, Hongjoong's pounding became more harsh and he snarled with jealousy at the thought of anyone else looking at his prized possession in an erotic way.

Y/N clung onto him as she was on the brink of topping over, nails raking along his back.

"But they'll never get a chance because you're mine. All mine. This pussy of yours is mine. I claimed it a while back and only I get to fuck it. It's mine..... you're mine."

Unable to contain herself anymore, Y/N softly cried out Hongjoong's name as her body started twitching underneath his, face heating up as her juices pooled down her body. With only a few more strokes, Hongjoong himself was shooting his own cum into her, letting out shaky breaths that matched hers, their bodies collapsing on the bed as they tried to recover from the orgasm they just had.

After a few minutes and with his heartbeat back to normal, Hongjoong looked over at the girl beside him. Taking her hand, he held her arm up and aligned it with his so that the matching couple tattoos they got the month before would connect. It was a rather simple and subtle design, both of their wrists decorated with a beach wave that to anyone else wouldn't look out of place or arouse suspicions, but when they held it against each other, the waves formed a heart, which was exactly what Hongjoong was admiring at the moment. Rolling her over so she was facing him, he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist so it would be easier to slip himself back inside the warmth of her walls. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, both of their eyes closing as they began to drift into a serene sleep, safe in each other's arms.

"I love you munchkin." He giggled when her hand smacked his chest.

"Don't start or else you're sleeping on the couch."

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beca-mitchell · 3 years

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little taste of heaven (i'm caught up in you) (1/1)

Summary: now i see daylight AU - Beca and Chloe’s first date, finally.

Word count: 3.9k

For @anna-kendrick: We've worked on this universe for the past year and holy, it means the world to both of us that you guys love Beca and Chloe as much as we do. Thank you so much for the encouragement and love, always.And of course, again, thank you to Josi who is an incredibly talented artist. Look at this art.

title from "untouchable (taylor's version)" though I did heavily consider using "our song"...i just liked the energy of untouchable a bit more.

Read below or on AO3!

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AGE: 15/16 LOCATION: Brookline, MA MONTH: June

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It is finally June. The warm air is only a hint of better things to come. Like the last day of school before total freedom.

Beca smiles at Chloe as she nears Beca’s locker. “Hey,” she greets. “Good practice?”

Around them, students mill about excitedly, cleaning out their lockers and making plans for the summer to come. Chloe shrugs, hair clearly still damp from her shower. “I don’t know why we keep running through practices when we have no more games for the season.”

“Got to keep the regional champions in top shape,” Beca teases. “Keep the other teams on their toes.”

“But I’m tired,” Chloe complains. She leans heavily on a neighboring locker. “Since it's the last day of school, will you come over tonight for dinner? My parents are whining about how they haven’t seen you in a while.”

Beca clears her throat, thinking about how the last time she had gone over to Chloe’s house had been when Chloe and Tom broke up...at the end of April. Over a month ago. She had gone because Chloe had been crying and upset. She had gone because even if her body ached with the anxiety of not knowing where she and Chloe stood, she and Chloe were always going to be friends first. Best friends.

Best friends who felt something more than friendship for each other. Confirmed, real feelings. Feelings that made them want to kiss each other.

Feelings that they hadn’t yet talked about. Or acted on despite both of them being extremely single at the moment.

Hell, Chloe's birthday came and went a couple weeks ago without much fanfare. Beca had been too shy to do anything remotely romantic and they ended up going to a movie with a few friends before going to an arcade.

“Bec?”

Beca nods stiltedly, pretending to contemplate her now-empty locker a bit more before turning to face Chloe. She steadies herself with a quick breath. “I’d love nothing more.”

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Beca stares at her reflection with some trepidation.

“It’s just Chloe,” she mutters to herself, eyes tracking over every crease in the skirt she has picked out. Maybe I should go with jeans, she thinks. But it’s gross and hot out today.

She isn’t even sure why she’s nervous. It just feels like a return to normalcy of sorts, but Beca’s pretty sure that now that she knows what it feels like to kiss Chloe and what it feels like, a little bit at least, to know that Chloe feels somewhat similarly to her. It’s different. In a good way. Maybe it’s different in a scary way.

She isn’t even sure she can bring up the topic with her mother, so that’s an added layer of uncertainty: it’s additionally anxiety-inducing not knowing how her mother will react.

It’s well past the time that Beca should have already walked out the door to head next door by the time she actually forces herself out of her bedroom and down the stairs, but she figures Chloe will understand. And dinner is rarely ever prepared at the exact time stated in the Beale household anyway. Beca’s not too worried. Just nervous.

She finally reaches out to press the doorbell.

Chloe opens the door almost immediately. “Thought you got lost,” she teases.

“Were you just waiting behind the door?” Beca asks quickly, allowing Chloe to grab her wrist and pull her over the threshold.

“And if I was?” Chloe shoots back, offering Beca a lazy smile, playful in nature. With an underlying hint of something else.

Beca blinks the surprise away. “I wouldn’t be complaining if you were waiting for me. Just sorry I kept you waiting,” she offers.

“Dinner’s not ready anyway,” Chloe says, as Beca expected. They breeze past the living room area, taking a mild detour past the kitchen and towards the back porch. “I might have told you a slightly earlier time because I wanted to talk to you about something,” Chloe says lightly.

“Should I say hi to your parents?” Beca asks worriedly before it registers what Chloe just said. “Wait, what? Talk to me about what?”

“Come sit with me,” Chloe says instead. Patiently. She gestures towards the tree - the tree they used to play under all the time as children - nestled in the corner of the backyard.

It’s one of Beca’s favorite spots.

She follows Chloe, wondering if it’s too late to run home and change into her jeans because she’s sure the grass and sticks will prick at her skin, but she’s surprised, as they near, that there is a small blanket laid out underneath.

Chloe had planned for this.

“Please sit,” Chloe offers. She sits comfortably, patting the spot next to her. “I had a feeling you’d dress up a little. Didn’t want you to get a dress dirty.” Her eyes drift down to Beca’s skirt briefly before she lifts her eyes, smiling at Beca. Beca doesn’t feel self-conscious, shockingly. She feels content. Safe.

Maybe a little warm if anything, but she knows that’s probably the proximity to the girl she’s been crushing on for the longest time.

“I...wanted to talk to you because we haven’t...really talked. About...y’know.” A hint of nervousness creeps into Chloe’s voice. “When we kissed and then Tom…” she hesitates. “We just didn’t get to talk about anything. And now the school year’s pretty much over, so I thought…”

“Right,” Beca agrees quickly. Her palms begin to sweat. She sure as hell hopes Chloe doesn’t expect her to lead this conversation. It was mortifying enough the first time around when she had basically laid everything on the line while Chloe was still dating somebody else. When Chloe had left her with nothing more than a heartfelt, vulnerable don’t give up on me. Then she had broken up with Tom and that was all their school could talk about for weeks.

And now this. Somehow Beca survived all of that while slowly making sure her friendship with Chloe survived as well. They both made sure of that.

“I like you,” Chloe declares. “I mean...I think I always did. Like you, I mean. As more than a friend. But the feelings were really confusing.”

“I get it,” Beca says a little too quickly. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, laughing a little when Chloe smiles at her. “I feel like I haven’t stopped thinking about this for a while. But I never wanted you to feel pressured to talk about this with me even though we kissed.” She ignores the way her voice totally cracks over that last word.

“I never felt pressured,” Chloe assures her gently. “I am so...grateful that you’re in my life. I didn’t want to mess this up. But I think we should...try.”

“Try?” Beca echoes.

Chloe blushes. Like a full-on blush that spreads across her cheeks, visible to Beca even in the dying daylight. It makes her cheeks rosy and Chloe even flinches at her own reaction. “Dating,” she says simply once she seems to regain control of her emotions. “I want to go on dates with you. And hold your hand. And more kissing! If that’s what you want.”

Beca’s sure that her heart explodes somewhere in her chest because she suddenly finds it very difficult to control various parts of her body. She can’t control the smile that spreads across her face and the following, matching blush in her cheeks. It heats through her face with ease. And even worse, she can’t control the way her hand comes up to her mouth as if to instinctively cover her smile because somehow being thrilled that her crush is basically asking her out making her body react in embarrassing ways.

Chloe laughs at her, not a hint of malice in her laugh. Just joy. “I take that as a yes. Thank God, I wasn’t sure how I was going to convince my parents to move away.”

Beca rolls her eyes. Finally. Teasing. She can do that. “You wouldn’t be able to leave me. You like me too much.”

Chloe’s smile grows soft. “Well...yeah. I do. A lot.”

Beca’s breath catches. She’s sure she could kiss Chloe right now and the crazy part is, it wouldn’t even be totally weird. Or out there. Because they’re going to start dating. But maybe kissing Chloe again before their first date is frowned upon? Beca has no idea. She’s still only ever kissed one person and that person is sitting in front of her.

“Girls! Dinner!”

As if Chloe had been reading her mind and her intentions, Chloe shakes her head and stands, offering a hand to pull Beca up. When Beca stands, they’re somehow even closer - almost nose to nose - than they had been when they were sitting. “Saved by the bell,” Chloe whispers, breath close enough to be felt on Beca’s mouth.

* * * * *

The most interesting part is that Beca hadn’t really thought about any of this - dating Chloe - beyond just vague daydreams and fantasies about just some kind of happy utopia with Chloe by her side. It’s honestly not much different from their usual day-to-day considering how close they already are, but dating? Actual dating?

Her Google search history stares back at her accusingly.

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She supposes she could ask her mother, but even that brief thought makes her shrink away from her desk. Beca stands and begins pacing. She’s sure that she’s overthinking this all. That Chloe could probably care less about what they do on their first date. That Chloe’s probably just expecting them to spend time together, just the two of them. With more handholding. And maybe a kiss at the end of the night.

“Shit,” Beca mutters suddenly. She rushes back to her computer, adding another search to her list.

kiss on first date ok???

She frowns. Not quite.

kissing before first date acceptable

In the end, she is saved from her descent into a hole of online searching by a text from Chloe herself.

Chloe dinner tomorrow at south street? haven’t been downtown in a while

Beca i’m down!

The ease at which Beca replies does not at all reflect the somersaults in her stomach.

* * * * *

“Hey,” Chloe calls, putting her menu down. “Where’d you go just now?”

Beca blinks, realizing that she had glazed over the menu entirely, too wrapped up in her own thoughts. “Oh, just...contemplating…” her eyes land on the first item she sees. “Salad.” She can’t help the way her own nose wrinkles instinctively at the thought of eating salad.

Chloe is as intuitive as ever, smiling as she reaches across the table to touch Beca’s hand. “You hate salad. Especially here.”

Beca swallows, struck by both the normalcy and intimacy of Chloe’s touch. They’ve been friends for years—there is nothing extremely off-putting about them holding hands or even just randomly touching each other on the arm, shoulder, knee.

And yet—

Chloe draws her hand away, seemingly not at all aware of Beca’s inner turmoil this time. She refocuses on her menu. “Want me to order something for you?” she asks instead.

Beca nods, though she is surprised. “Sure.” Now she’s curious as to what Chloe will order for her. And if she’s being honest, it kind of makes her feel giddy, the thought of Chloe knowing her well-enough to order something. Not that Beca would even bother with telling Chloe that she’s wrong. She’d eat anything at this point, just to spend more time with Chloe.

It’s not even like they’re at a fancy restaurant. It’s a diner downtown. The bright retro designs all around plus the comfortable, plush booth seats are all appealing to Beca and she likes the general atmosphere.

But she kind of wants to just…

“Can I sit next to you?” she blurts out. Immediately, she clamps her mouth shut, resisting the urge to avoid Chloe’s curious gaze, which lifts to meet hers immediately.

Chloe grins. “I would want nothing more. Get over here.”

Beca nearly sags in relief, but focuses instead on moving around the booth so she and Chloe are sitting closer, now on side of the booth.

Beca focuses on the frequent piece of advice she had found through a few somewhat reliable Google results.

Hold her hand.

Beca does. She inches her pinky across the cool vinyl seats until she can feel Chloe’s against her finger. Then, she slips her hand over Chloe’s, gently hooking her fingers on Chloe’s palm until Chloe gets the idea.

Chloe’s hand flips slowly, their palms touching. Beca exhales, sliding her fingers between Chloe’s, already liking the easy, comfortable fit of their hands.

Chloe says nothing, content to enjoy the silence and familiarity just as Beca is content to allow her feelings to take over. For a moment, Chloe appears to be perusing the menu in silence, but there is a steadiness to the set of Chloe’s shoulders. Beca can tell, having been so attuned to Chloe’s characteristics for longer than she’d like to admit. For longer than even Chloe herself knows at this moment. She glances at her date—her date!—selfishly taking the moment to appreciate Chloe’s profile.

It’s something she has done so many times before, but this time...this time, in a diner outside of town with the soft clatter of dishes around them and Chloe’s soft, warm palm against her own, Beca knows this is different.

“You know,” Chloe starts awkwardly. “I...obviously don’t mind if you ordered on your own.”

Beca laughs. “Why’d you offer to then?”

“I don’t know,” Chloe says, exasperation in her voice. She groans and hangs her head slightly. “I asked Max and-”

“You asked your brother what to do on a date with me?”

“No!” Chloe explains before she snorts. “I just...told him I was worried about impressing a girl. And I don’t know why, but I somehow thought he’d have some idea.” She grins a little, glancing at Beca out of the corner of her eye. “Did it work?”

“Maybe a little,” Beca says distractedly. She’s more fixated on the fact that Chloe must have been truly desperate to have turned to her older brother for help.

“Oh and he totally guessed I was going out with you, by the way.”

That’s not something that thrills Beca too much. Her imagination immediately conjures up a comically exaggerated vision of Chloe’s brother threatening her with a knife. “How?” she asks. “What did he say?”

“Nothing, really. He just kind of guessed and then said ‘finally’ or something like that.”

“Well, thank you for offering to order for me. It was very...chivalrous of you.”

“Please stop.”

“Quite charming.”

“Beca.”

“I can’t wait to see what other moves you try on me. Are we going to share one milkshake?”

“...no?”

* * * * *

They end up ordering two separate milkshakes because Beca sticks to her vanilla and Chloe orders chocolate.

“Try,” Chloe commands. “You always get vanilla. Chocolate is so good.”

Beca sighs, but obediently sticks her straw into Chloe’s cup despite Chloe’s protests of “contamination” and quickly takes a sip just to shut Chloe up for the time being. It’s not horrible - Beca just isn’t the fan of how chocolate tastes in milkshake form, though she’s sure Chloe will claim there’s no difference if the milkshake were in a solid chocolate bar form instead.

However, she’s mildly distracted by the sudden proximity she and Chloe have between them. Chloe’s arm rests loosely over her shoulder, where she had put her arm when Beca leaned in to drink from Chloe’s cup. She can practically feel Chloe’s breath on her neck and her cheek.

It would be so easy to just turn and -

Beca shakes her head slightly and shifts back. Chloe takes a moment longer to slowly move her arm from around Beca’s shoulders.

“What?” Beca asks quietly, poking at her fries a little. She catches Chloe smiling at her affectionately.

“Nothing,” Chloe replies quickly. “Just...you smell nice. That’s all.”

* * * * *

“I guess it’s kind of convenient that we live together,” Beca remarks, trying not to think too hard about the way Chloe’s hand feels in her own. She winces. “Well. Not live together. But…you know. Live next to each other.”

Chloe tilts her head, smiling as they walk up the path towards their houses. “And why is that convenient?” she asks lightly.

Beca blushes. She hadn’t thought this far. “I’m…I don’t know. I was just…commenting. On the convenience.”

Chloe giggles, pulling Beca closer ever so slightly. Beca likes the way their arms press together. She likes holding Chloe’s hand. She likes lifting her other hand to curl against the bend of Chloe’s elbow.

She likes knowing that Chloe likes her—really likes her—and Chloe enjoyed their date and—and—

“This is you,” Chloe murmurs, stopping in front of Beca’s door.

Beca kind of doesn’t want the night to end. She wants to sit on the porch and talk to Chloe for a few more minutes. Maybe one more hour. Just to hear the sound of her voice and have her attention for a few moments longer.

“This is me,” Beca parrots, feeling a lot more nervous than she thinks she’s letting on. That was what people said in those movies adorning Chloe’s shelves, right? It was what the internet said. Normal first date cliches. She steps backwards, under the light of her front porch, still holding Chloe’s hand as she does so. Chloe hesitates for a moment like she wants to follow, but ultimately she simply squeezes Beca’s hand in understanding and drops her own hand away.

Beca is immediately disappointed. She hadn’t wanted that at all. She bites her lip, watching as Chloe awkwardly shuffles her feet before she glances back up at Beca. A soft, slow smile spreads across Chloe’s lips, gentle and affectionate all at once. It makes Beca’s heart pound ridiculously hard.

“I had fun,” Chloe whispers, like she’s afraid somebody else will hear her. But not because she's afraid of other people. Just afraid that their bubble will burst, like Beca is. Another step closer. Beca swallows. “Can we do that again?”

“You’d want to go on more dates?” Beca asks, just to clarify, even though she knows exactly what Chloe’s asking.

“I would love to go on more dates with you.”

“Me too,” Beca squeaks out. “I—um—”

Chloe’s smile stretches, somehow happier than before. “Goodnight Beca.”

Something in Beca snaps. She steps forward, just two small steps and calls out Chloe’s name. “Wait,” she adds hastily.

Chloe stops and turns, surprised.

“Can I—” Beca swallows, licking her suddenly dry lips. “Can I kis—”

She doesn’t get to finish her question before Chloe is covering the ground between them in two short strides, wrapping her hand around the back of Beca’s head, letting the other come up to Beca’s arm, and kissing her for all her worth.

Beca gasps in surprise into the kiss, hands coming up to Chloe’s shoulders, squeezing tightly. Gently and slowly, Chloe presses further into the kiss, her lips moving ever so lightly against Beca’s. It is so much more than their first kiss—a do-over, if anything—and Beca realizes, with a jolt, that this is something she can do now. She can kiss Chloe because Chloe likes her and Chloe went on a date with her. Chloe held her hand all night.

Chloe wants to kiss her too.

Beca hums happily at the thought, looping her hands behind Chloe’s neck. It feels instinctual even as Beca blushes at the sudden intensity of the kiss. She knows Chloe has kissed more people than she has; she knows Chloe will forever have more experience in this regard. But God, Beca thinks that she has never felt more wonderful or powerful than she does in this moment, tightening her grip on the fabric of Chloe’s light jacket.

Pulling back ever so slightly, Beca heaves a breath and rests her forehead against Chloe’s forehead. Chloe’s breathing is the tiniest bit labored as well. For a moment, neither of them dares to move, too afraid to break the spell between them.

Chloe is the first to smile—the first to press forward ever so slightly so their noses brush delicately. “What were you going to ask?” Chloe murmurs.

Beca swats her shoulder lightly. “You’re so weird,” she mumbles back, leaning in to steal just one more kiss from her beautiful, wonderful date.

* * * * *

When Beca reaches the solitude of her bedroom, she finally gets what all those high school romcoms were about. Showing their protagonist thrilled to finally finish a date so they can squeal and giggle and simply dream about their crush or date. It’s probably the first time that Beca has felt her energy rebound around her room with such happiness and positivity. The sensation is addicting—she honestly just wants to text Chloe all night.

Which, honestly, she could.

Chloe kissed her. Chloe kissed her because she likes her and they just went on a date. A freaking date.

A text from Chloe jolts her back to reality.

Chloe i miss you, is that weird?

Beca no because i miss you too. weirdo.

Chloe i have something else to tell you. that might be weird. Idk

Beca go for it.

Beca watches the text bubbles float in and out on her screen, like Chloe is typing a paragraph. Despite Chloe just saying that she missed her, Beca can’t help but feel nervous.

Chloe I just wanted you to know why i picked south street. it’s because. well. Remember when we first went there by ourselves without our parents. Sometime last year. With a few friends. And we all squeezed into that booth and sat there and shared fries and milkshakes and felt like we were at the top of the world because we were finally in high school or something stupid like that. I don’t even remember much about that night or who we were with but i do remember seeing the way you laughed at something and how your entire face lit up. and i remember thinking that i really liked you and how scary it was that i felt these things for you so suddenly and so much. Like a lot. but i’m so glad that we both got to this point - that we both feel the same way. I just really loved the way you looked when you laughed and i am so happy you’re in my life.

Chloe also i really like kissing you

Beca doesn’t even bother replying.

She shoves on her shoes again and rushes out the front door. She is only surprised to see Chloe sitting on her own front porch, staring worriedly at her phone.

“You really are so weird, y'know that?” She calls out, careful not to startle Chloe too much.

Chloe does jump anyway, but she sets her phone down quickly. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing this date off again that you confessed your big scary feelings. Through a text message.” Beca pretends to be annoyed as she stomps over to Chloe. “You couldn’t have said all that?”

“You make me nervous!” Chloe exclaims.

Beca shakes her head, mustering up all the courage she has in the world, pulling Chloe in for a kiss like she wanted to earlier before Chloe beat her to it.

“So much better,” Beca whispers, smiling when Chloe huffs quietly against her mouth.

It's the perfect end to the beginning Beca has been dreaming of all this time.

fin.

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