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newtkive · 3 months

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confectionary clash - carmen berzatto

pairing: carmen berzatto x afab!reader (established relationship)

summary: carmy's girl is the human embodiment of a sweetheart. that is, unless it's that time of the month and richie provokes her.

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: swearing, fighting, weaponized incompetence from richie but we still love him.

a/n: this was meant to be a drabble but turned into 3k words. so it's written kinda like a drabble?? (hence the lowercase i can't be arsed to change) but just... long. idk hopefully its entertaining. also, i don't mean to demonize richie, he's my favorite character i think,, i just love writing him as problematic lmao cuz he's so funny. anyways, enjoy!

as carmy’s confidant and girlfriend, you were always the voice of reason. with just a string of words, you’d be calming him down after a hectic work day, giving him a fresh perspective on his work dilemmas since you were outside of the restaurant circle. in the time he’s known you, he hadn’t seen you do as much as barely raise your voice. maybe the occasional snap, but you always follow it up with swift apologies and big watery eyes.

that is, unless you’re in pain. specifically cramps. the sight of you 180ing from a sweet girl with a bright smile and even sweeter words, to an evil sorceress with spells rolling off your tongue, inflicting curses onto anyone who irritates you is jarring. a bit dramatic, sure, but that’s what you were during that time of the month—dramatic.

carmy tries best to dote on you. you would never ask him to go out of his way for something, unless it’s grabbing a heating pad or water, but carmy wants you to. it takes prying to hear your desires and cravings after asking a million times, and you begrudgingly give in with no expectations. nevertheless, you end up with exactly what you asked for, or something close to it, and you’re endlessly grateful.

on days when you stop into the restaurant when you’re feeling down, carmy enacts this same routine. if it’s food, he’ll cook it for you; desserts, he’ll grab any extras marcus has (or marcus happily makes it from scratch if they're not busy, claiming he needs the practice). if you want snacks, he sends his right hand man richie out to grab them despite your protests.

richie does it often whenever you stop into the store, and he acts like it’s a chore sometimes, but everyone has a hunch that he really loves it. come on, twenty dollars to get a few items for you and pocket the rest for himself? plus a break from work? done deal.

richie wouldn’t admit it, but he liked taking care of you too. you were always a sweetheart to him, but it wasn’t in his personality to be as sincere as you, so this was a little act of service to show his love. besides, the year and a half you’ve known him has definitely earned you the title of a friend, and you’d agree.

now, you don’t ever want to seem ungrateful, but when you ask for a specific treat, you get disappointed when you don’t really get it. maybe it’s the fluctuating mood talking, but you always end up snapping at richie due to his poor choices. if you ask for one thing, he’ll get you the next, and you even suspect he does it on purpose sometimes. pulling reactions from people is his specialty.

it’s not like you’re a complete bitch about it, because he took his time out to go get you something, but richie has a problem with weaponized competence even with his new and improved attitude. you know he can get you the jolly ranchers you suggested, but he chooses to grab goldfish because it’s closer to checkout. it was annoying, but you never really brought it up to carmy. it's not like you needed to, it wasn't a huge deal. you figured richie could use the little break, and you don’t hate the snacks he brings.

except on days like this.

you were at the restaurant on a slow day, dragged yourself out of bed despite your cramps just to see your little grumpy boyfriend and hide in his office. even as you entered the establishment through the back you glared at richie (who sweetly waved) in passing, side eyeing a few of the newbies who ran in front of you despite their apologies. none of your usual bright smiles and cheery greetings. the bee line straight to the office was a clear enough explanation for how you were feeling.

upon entering, carmy looked up in a panic, which quickly melted into a soft smile at the sight of his girlfriend. “hey, baby.” he cooed softly, immediately scooting back from his desk to reach out to grasp at your waist. you let him, but pushed down the irritation, not favoring touch at the moment. however, his rough hands sliding a little under your shirt to grasp at the flesh of your hips calmed you down, earning a small quirk of the lips from you.

“whatcha doin’ here, love?” he asks, bringing one of your hands to his lips to kiss softly, still looking up at you.

you shrug, squeezing his hand, face a bit stoic. you’d been like this for a couple of days so he wasn’t surprised by your lack of friendliness. knowing you this long, carmy became accustomed to your monthly mood swings, and he felt privileged that you didn’t feel the need to put up an act for him.

“missed you.” you finally sighed, scooting closer so you stood between his knees. palms found both sides of carmy’s face and tilted it upwards a bit so you could study his appearance. stressed and tired. however, he seemed to glow at the mere admission of you missing him. it took a few seconds for his brain to rewire, looking up at you like you created the cosmos. the only reason you heard his soft, shy, ‘missed you too’ was because of the stagnant silence.

“hungry?” carmy asked, beaming from the attention. you shrugged again, allowing him to tighten his grip on your sides and tug you onto his lap. whining a bit in protest, you reposition yourself, legs falling over his lap and arms around his neck. your faces were closer now, and carmy looked at your sad eyes with a little pang in his chest. brows furrowing, he tilted his head and snuck a hand under your chin. long, tattooed fingers tickled at your chin, and before you knew it you were giggling and grinning while batting his hand away.

“cmon, i know you must want somethin’.” your grin was infectious and laced in his soft words. you hummed, already cheered up, and tapped a finger against your chin to make a thinking face. carmy chuckled, brushing a lock of hair away from your eyes and patiently waited.

a thought crossed your mind and you met gazes again. “i might go grab some little debbie snacks from around the corner.” you decided and nodded to yourself as if solidifying your decision.

as you started sitting up more, carmy’s grip tightened on your waist. “ah, ah, no. stay here.” he protested. soon enough he was calling out ‘cousin!’ and richie came bounding over, opening the office door.

richie’s face used to contort in disgust at any visual sign of affection exchanged between you and carmy, but he was used to it now. “what’s up, cousin?” he asked, almost seeming out of breath, eyes flickering between the both of you.

a short exchange between the two occurred: carmy asking richie to run to the corner store, handing richie a twenty, and richie asking you precisely what you wanted. you made it simple and easy, something he could remember: oreos and ho-hos, a midwestern's guilty pleasure.

“ight, cap’n, i’ll be back.” richie says, saluting you two before heading out. both you and carmy exchanged an amused smirk, knowing the only reason richie went was to get himself some cigarettes and hot fries he would scarf down on the walk back.

in the twenty minutes richie was gone, the kitchen had gone to shit. the newbies had been running the wrong food to tables, online orders were filling the tablet nonstop due to a discount glitch, and carmy was close to losing it. sitting in the office, now alone with the muffled sound of your boyfriend yelling, you were more grumpy than before. arms crossed, you snapped your head to the side once the door creaked open. in walked richie with a plastic bag, inside of it holding your hope for a better day.

"what took you so long?" you frowned up at him, but sat up straighter in anticipation. you eyes almost shone as you looked at corner store logo on the bag.

"went the long way." he mumbled, digging in the plasic. the skeptical look on your face didn't leave as he pulled out an item and set it on the table. your frown deepened further as you noticed there was nothing at all you asked for, only met with a crushed sleeve of crackers.

“where are the oreos?” you sighed out, lips pursed in a bit of a pout.

“didn’t find any, so i got you some peanut butter crackers.” he mumbled, digging around the bag again, as if he didn’t just break your heart. if it was anyone else you'd believe them, but with richie you figured he just got bored of looking.

your jaw fell slack and you gaped like a fish for a moment, waiting for him to pull out more treats from his bag. but that time didn’t come, as he fished a pack of cigarettes out instead. “and the ho-ho’s?” your voice was hopeful.

richie perked up at that, putting the cigarettes down next to the crackers. the next second he presented you with a smushed mountain of brown and white concealed in a plastic wrapper sitting atop the palm of his hand. eyes flicking between the disappointment before you and his face, you frowned in disbelief.

richie only managed to emote as much as a ‘yikes’ face before placing it on the desk. “got smushed in transit, but tastes the same!” he gave his best attempt at a smile. your brows grew taut together and anger bubbled up in your chest. you were sure your face was quickly turning red.

“carmy gave you twenty dollars, and you come back with this?!” you hiss out, daring to look at the dry crackers and smushed up dream of a ho-ho. the sight only made you become angrier. this was something a senile old person would give you, not a competent 40-something-year-old man. his lack of care was clear, and you were boiling.

richie just scoffed—he had the nerve to scoff.

“no, not just that! i got a sprite and a few pack of cigs for myself and the guy.” he waved around one of them to prove his point. if you thought you were mad before, you reached a new level of anger. usually, you’d deal with the disappointment and thank richie for even going—aside from a smart alec remark.

however, the demon conducting your period for this month did not make your rational decisions seem clear nor enticing. as you shot up from carmy’s chair, you only knew you wanted to make richie as upset as you were in this moment.

with one finger poking his chest, you began raising your voice. as soon as you started talking, richie's eyes turned wide as saucers, exactly like a deer in headlights. a string of curses snuck into your tirade, between phrases such as “you always fucking do this richie!” and “are you fuckin’ dumb?! did you get dropped on your head?!”. you only figured he didn't fire back right away because he was so stunned.

outside of the office, the kitchen was calmer now. things were finally falling into order but still required carmy’s supervision until the sudden rush ended. the only disturbance was you. now, it was your voice yelling behind closed doors and not carmy’s.

the chef—in the middle of helping sydney plate a dish—just about gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned around to look at the barely cracked door of the office. there was the telltale muffled yelling, but what shocked him was it was clearly you yelling.

turning back around, carmy gawked at sydney who silently shared the same look of surprise. it was only until they heard richie start yelling back that sydney silently pushed him toward the door. it didn’t take more than a second for carmy to snap out of his surprise and march over to the office.

throwing the hand towel he was using over his shoulder, he yanked the heavy door open before all but body slamming his way into the room and slamming the door closed. the yelling was suddenly clear, as if carmy was being pulled out from underwater.

“YOU GET ME WHAT I ASKED YOU, OR GET ME NOTHING AT ALL!”

“THEN YOU’D BITCH ABOUT THAT TOO—“

“OR NOTHING AT ALL!”

“hey, hey, HEY!” the two of you were too busy at each others throats to even hear carmy enter, until his voice brought you both to a halt, heads turning towards him.

carmy’s eyes were immediately glued to you, not paying the least bit of attention to richie. your arms were stiff as boards to your sides, fists and jaw clenched, brows taut, and race beet red. the man had never seen you look like this before, and his instinct to comfort you took over. turning to richie with a look that could kill, carmy finally spoke. “what did you do?”

“what did i do?! except take precious time to get your girl shit she didn’t even want?!”

an offended gasp left your mouth, and you retorted instantly. “oh please! because a crushed up sleeve of crackers and a mountain of mushed up cake is just what i asked for!”

“you’re ungrateful.” richie pointed a finger at you now. carmy launched forward and slapped it down. he knew richie would never hurt you, and you knew it too, as you just rolled your eyes in response, but carmy’s instinct’s took over. richie didn’t even look phased, just irritated. carmy stood in front of you and forcefully turned richie around by his shoulders to send him to the door. if carmy didn't have half of a sane mind, he would’ve kicked richie's bottom with his shoe for good measure.

“go take a break chef! or do whatever the fuck, i don’t care.” carmy shouted after richie, and the man left with a slam of the door.

you simply watched the scene unfold with arms crossed and that same deep set frown. carmy turned around to face you as the air settled, a hand running through his hair. blue eyes raked over your tense form and carmy decided he would give you a little space to calm down. however, the second he saw your bottom lip wobbling and eyes grow watery he threw that thought to the wind

“hey, no, no, don’t cry.” carmy extended his arms and collected you into them. the tense posture you held relaxed into his slouched form as he held you close; one hand in your hair, and the other rubbing circles on your back as you sniffled.

a pit of guilt burned in your stomach and spurred you into attempting to bury yourself into carmy. blue straps of his apron rubbed against your cheek as you shuffled impossibly closer. usually, carmy would love this, but right now he'd do anything to not see you so out of it. shushing you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

there were a few beats of you hiding away before you decided to pull back a bit to face him again—and boy did you look pitiful.

the same cheeks previously bright with anger were now flush with embarrassment and stained with tears. a tattooed hand found itself sitting on your cheek, thumb rubbing under your eye to collect a fallen tear. at the touch, your eyes fluttered closed, and carmy’s heart broke at the sight.

“you gonna tell me what happened?” your boyfriend asked, trying not to make you feel even more guilty. his full attention was on you. exhaling slowly, your eyes fluttered back open and were met with those bright blue ones that always calmed you down.

“i dunno, i just-“ you shook your head and carmy waited patiently, “it wasn’t even a big deal, but richie just really set me off for some reason.”

“yeah, may as well join the club.” carmen’s words were light, not at all sarcastic, but aiming to ease you and bring out a smile. it worked, your lips turning upwards and carmy mimicking the half smile. he looked down at you with such love, head tilted to follow every time yours moved, and thumb caressing your cheek as he took in every expression.

your smile finally faltered as you glanced back at the office desk. “i feel so awful. he went out and got me stuff and i just yelled at him.” you sputter out.

carmy followed your gaze over his shoulder to finally see what started all of this. at the sight of the crackers and ball of what looked like mush, carmy scoffs in both disbelief and amusement, because of course richie would bring you that. turning back towards you, the chef finally gets it.

“baby, if someone brought me that shit while my insides were shedding i’d kill them.” he chuckled.

“really?” you asked hopefully, smile forming again.

“yes, really. even if i wasn’t goin’ through that i’d actually kick his ass.” carmy mirrored your smile.

nodding, you let yourself chuckle along with him. strong arms found you again and you were wrapped in a tight hug, allowing his squeezes to take away some guilt you were feeling. a moment passed and you knew carmy had to get back to work. with a sigh, you pulled back.

it was your turn to reach up and cup his cheek. guiding his face close, you met him halfway and pressed your lips to his in a kiss. lips moving against his, your noses brushed, and after a moment you let the kiss dissipate; lips slowly falling away from where they were molded together. one last peck was placed on carmy’s lips, as if saying, ‘thank you for being so attentive’. that earned an appreciate hum.

you both beamed, faces still close as you came back down to earth. “you gotta get back to work, and i gotta apologize.” you murmured and carmy nodded obediently.

with apprehension, carmy let you go, arms floating in the air for half a second as he walked backwards towards the door. “don’t go easy on him, though. richie lives for a fight. that was probably his anger management for the day.” carmy smirked, grasping the doorknob.

you just shook your head, eyes narrowed teasingly. before he turned to leave, you called out to him. “thank you, carmy.”

the man just gave you a confused look, chuckling. “don’t thank me, you're my girl.” with that he was back to work and you were left to your own devices. with one more glance at the monstrosity on the office desk, you left the room and went on a search for richie.

thirty minutes later, carmy was due for a smoke break and approached the back door. he slowed his tracks, lighter and cigarette in hand as he cracked the door and heard giggling. the sight before him was drastically different than before: you and richie sitting on a ledge next to each other, giggling and bumping shoulders. carmy breathed out a laugh at the sight and fully walked out. this caught both of your attention, grinning ear to ear as you clearly made up.

“hey, cousin!” richie grinned, and you both waved. figures.

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tinytinyblogs · 3 months

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Gonna show them you're mine

Seonghwa is tired of keeping you and his relationship a secret; he's ready to take action.

(non-idol au, include one curse word) 2,4k words

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He's really liked by a lot of people because he represents everything many wish to be. With his good looks, kindness, and caring nature, he seems like the perfect person. When he walks into a room, a bunch of people gather to look at him and appreciate how amazing he is. He has lots of different friends, and it seems like his life is really cool. It's like he's walking on a special path with flowers, a path that others can only dream of. When he's around, people can't help but think he's extraordinary, making him stand out as a really special person. Park Seonghwa is known all over the university, and even students from other schools know him. He's the main person everyone pays attention to, catching the eye of the whole university community. In simple terms, he's not just popular for his looks but also for being an outstanding person at the university. His popularity goes beyond just his own school; it reaches and connects with students from other schools too.

It's not only in his immediate academic surroundings that he gets attention. Instead, his influence and importance go beyond that, making him a central figure in the larger student community. You find yourself to be entirely different and the opposite of him, Park Seonghwa – a regular student leading a simple life that's quite different from his impressive and glamorous existence. Your group of friends is small, and your quiet and understated personality often means some students don't notice you, as you tend to keep to yourself. In every way, you give off an ordinary vibe. Both you and Seonghwa share the same university space, but it's like comparing day and night because even though you're aware of his presence, your lives are quite different. Every so often, you watch him from a distance, observing how people are drawn to him, creating a scene that feels like an unreachable experience in your own quieter world.

Your day usually involves basic activities like coming to the university, attending classes, exchanging greetings with a few familiar faces, and then heading home after it's all done. However, in this routine, there's a noticeable lack of the attention and recognition that seems to naturally come Seonghwa's way every day. Unlike him, your presence doesn't attract the same level of notice or interest from those around you. The difference is clear as you navigate through the academic world – Seonghwa effortlessly grabs attention, while you go about your routine with a feeling of being somewhat unnoticed, blending into the background. Life is like a complex picture, and surprises often hide in the corners, away from the eyes of the world. What no one really knows is that, in the busy university life, there's a secret relationship between you and Seonghwa.

Away from public view, you both share private moments as a couple, and Seonghwa proves to be the most wonderful boyfriend you've ever had. The choice to keep your relationship a secret comes from an agreement between you and Seonghwa. Mainly, it's a way to protect you from any potential negativity or unwanted attention that often comes with being connected to someone like Seonghwa. Knowing that some people can get possessive and intense about him, Seonghwa wants to keep you away from any hate or criticism that might come your way. Additionally, both of you understand the importance of keeping the real and personal aspects of your connection safe and intact. By keeping your relationship a secret, you create a special place where the true nature of your connection remains protected from outside influences.

This decision is intentional, aiming for your relationship to develop naturally, shielded from the sometimes harsh judgment of the public eye. So, you and Seonghwa continue to navigate the complexities of your romance in the comforting privacy, appreciating the authentic bond you share away from the prying eyes of the world. But one thing you may overlook is that even though you're not in the spotlight, it doesn't mean others aren't aware of your presence. Just as Seonghwa was captivated by you and charmed by your personality, there are undoubtedly others who have also taken notice. In the intricate dance of human connections, the mysterious and undiscovered often attract people, drawing them towards you, even if the details of your romantic involvement with Seonghwa remain hidden. In the middle of the busy crowd surrounding Seonghwa, there was a moment that made this clear.

He watched as a stranger approached and started chatting with you as if it was a regular conversation. From an outsider's view, it looked normal – just people talking casually. But little did this person know, your heart belonged to Seonghwa, and the conversation only covered what was necessary. The hidden aspects of your relationship added complexity to these seemingly ordinary interactions that unfolded in the colorful tapestry of your shared university experience. As time passed, Seonghwa began to notice a repeated pattern. There was someone who consistently lingered around you, having long conversations and giving subtle glances that, though not obvious, didn't escape Seonghwa's keen awareness. Having experienced those meaningful glances before, Seonghwa understood their importance. As this situation unfolded, a feeling of discomfort started to settle within him.

Even with many people around in different social settings, Seonghwa's focus stayed firmly on you. Seeing you exchange smiles with this persistent person stirred up a mix of emotions in him — a complicated blend of sadness and frustration. The conflict deepened for Seonghwa, who values openness and honesty. He found himself torn between wanting to express his feelings and recognizing the complexity of the situation. The contrast between the lively social scene and the quiet ache in his heart became more noticeable, creating a sense of discord that tested Seonghwa's emotional strength. However, Seonghwa now faces a dilemma. His frustration is not directed at you; instead, he's upset with himself. To your eyes, the other guy seems friendly, but Seonghwa knows the hidden motives behind the guy's seemingly pleasant behavior.

At a certain point, Seonghwa felt a strong urge to step in, to confidently approach you and pull you away from the constant presence of that persistent person. However, a strong restraint held him back — a clear awareness of the potential consequences if the public found out about the secret nature of your relationship. The internal struggle grew into a growing concern, becoming a heavy burden on Seonghwa's heart. The stark difference between the private haven of your affectionate moments behind the scenes of university life and the external appearance of two seemingly unrelated strangers on campus became an increasingly pressing issue. While the idea of maintaining this double life seemed okay at first, Seonghwa started to doubt how sustainable it was. The gap between the close connection you had in private and the apparent distance in public became more noticeable.

This led Seonghwa to realize that what initially seemed fine was now causing discomfort. The delicate balance he had tried to keep was starting to fall apart, making him face the complexities of a relationship that thrives in secrecy but desires acknowledgment in the open. As Seonghwa's jealousy became more apparent, you couldn't help but notice a change in his gaze. Even in busy crowds, his eyes seemed to tell a tale of longing and possessiveness, expressing the unspoken emotions swirling within him. At times, he would purposely take you to quiet places during breaks, a subtle but intentional effort to enjoy moments of focused attention that he felt were being given to the other person. Despite the obvious signs of jealousy, his responses to your questions remained guarded, with seemingly casual phrases like "I'm fine" or "Just wanted to be with you" whenever you asked about his feelings.

The contrast between Seonghwa's quiet expressions of longing and his outward assurances that everything was okay created a complex interplay of emotions. His desire for the attention you gave to the other person became a strong motivation behind these private moments, sharply contrasting with the calm responses he gave when questioned. The dynamic between the unspoken wish for a special connection and the act of appearing casual added a complex layer to the evolving story of your relationship, leaving both of you navigating the fragile terrain of emotions and unspoken feelings. All Seonghwa wants is to have your complete attention, just for himself. As Seonghwa, your dedicated partner, got more and more wrapped up in a mix of emotions, he found himself daydreaming about being openly recognized. He felt a twinge of jealousy watching other couples freely showing their love in public, holding hands as if the world revolved around their shared moments.

The longing to break free from the secrecy started growing within him, pushing him to express the thoughts that had been swirling in his mind. One evening, in the cozy setting of your home after a day at the university, Seonghwa cautiously brought up the topic. With his hand gently on your cheek, he pondered out loud, "What if we let people know that we're dating?" The question hung in the air, carrying the weight of his unspoken desires. Your response served as a gentle reminder of the agreement you both made to keep your relationship private, framing the conversation within the context of the deliberate choice you had made together. The contrast between Seonghwa's longing for public recognition and the commitment to maintaining secrecy added a poignant color to the delicate dynamics of your shared connection. The tipping point for Seonghwa came on a particular day when he noticed the other guy crossing certain boundaries.

The situation became more intense as Seonghwa saw lingering gazes filled with affection directed at you, even when your attention was elsewhere. The moment became especially difficult for him as he witnessed the guy's enamored smile in response to the sweet gestures or actions you took. In Seonghwa's heart, those gestures were supposed to be exclusively reserved for him, and the realization that someone else was intruding on what he considered his own territory proved too much for him to bear. The turning point, however, happened when the guy went so far as to use his hand to gently move strands of your hair away from your face. This seemingly innocent action, with an underlying tone of familiarity and intimacy, stirred up a storm within Seonghwa. The surge of possessiveness and jealousy that had been building up underneath erupted, and Seonghwa found himself unable to hold back the swirl of emotions any longer.

This explosive reaction was a clear expression of the emotional turmoil that had been brewing. Seonghwa struggled with the unsettling idea that someone else was intruding into the space of affection and connection that he believed should belong exclusively to him. In a moment of intense emotion, Seonghwa forcefully moved through the crowd, creating a path that brought him closer to you. Without a second thought, he grabbed your hand, urging you to follow him as he quickly guided you towards the privacy of the school rooftop. He was determined to distance both of you from the presence of that other guy who had been encroaching on what Seonghwa considered his own territory. In the heat of the moment, there was a strong intensity as Seonghwa pulled you along, gently but firmly pressing you against a wall along the way. Seeing your worried expression, you sought answers from Seonghwa, asking, "Hwa, what's wrong?" A heavy silence hung in the air as Seonghwa, still catching his breath, wrestled with the powerful emotions that had driven him into this sudden escape.

The presence of the other guy had stirred up a storm within him, leaving him momentarily unable to speak. "They're going to see us," you pointed out, trying to make sense of the situation. However, Seonghwa, with a determined shake of his head, dismissed any concerns about potential onlookers. "I don't care," he asserted, his voice carrying a newfound determination. "I no longer care whether they know or not." Placing a hand gently on your chin and drawing you even closer, he expressed his unfiltered feelings, "I want them to know that you are mine." The weight of his words, filled with possessiveness and a desire for public recognition, hung in the air, marking a significant moment in your relationship as Seonghwa unabashedly took control of the narrative of your shared connection. A significant realization dawned on Seonghwa as he looked into your eyes, reflecting on the depth of his emotions.

A feeling of regret swept over him, tied to the choice to keep your relationship a secret. In the earnestness of your gaze, he found himself revisiting the beginning of his affection for you, realizing that, right from the start, he should have proudly declared your connection to the world, without caring about others' opinions or attention. "I should announce to the whole world that you are mine," Seonghwa admitted with a hint of remorse, recognizing the weight of the emotions he had concealed. The intensity of your stare served as a poignant reminder of the missed chances to openly celebrate your love. In response, he declared, "No, I won't let anyone else love what's mine. I won't let anyone else entertain the idea that they have a chance." The firmness in his tone reflected a newfound determination to claim his stake and protect the sanctity of your connection.

Seonghwa, unwavering in his dedication, declared that regardless of others' approval or the acceptance of the other guy, you were undeniably his beloved. This statement served as a strong assertion of ownership and a commitment to no longer hide the love that rightfully belonged to him. Disregarding societal judgments, Seonghwa boldly stated, "I don't care about what other people think! Tomorrow, I'll proudly hold your hand all the way to university." The passion in his words was sealed with a heartfelt kiss, a tangible symbol of his resolve to cast aside the secrecy that had concealed your relationship. As the rooftop door opened, revealing both of you, Seonghwa met the other guy's gaze without hesitation. Instead of avoiding it, Seonghwa embraced the revelation, wanting the guy to understand the depth of your connection.

In that moment, Seonghwa's casual attitude carried a clear message: your love was no longer a secret to be kept. With the truth out in the open, Seonghwa's lack of concern about the possibility of news spreading about your relationship became apparent. In his eyes, others' opinions didn't matter much. The most important thing was that you belonged to him, and as long as that remained true, everything else could fall into place however it might. The recognition of your love, free from external judgments, marked a significant change in your relationship dynamics. Seonghwa embraced an unwavering determination to openly claim you, unaffected by the opinions of the world around you. Because, once again, whether they like it or not, you are his, no matter what.

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katsmtmsdoodles · 4 months

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in-universe explanation under the cut 😘

Lloyd:

- On the news CONSTANTLY

- Whenever the ninja are talked about, it's Lloyd's picture thrown up there

- He does all of the official public speaking for the team, so of course

- He's notoriously the sweetest to his fans

- Compilations of him being the nicest person ever are all over YouTube

- He doesn't ever post anything on Instagram, but he has the most followers anyway

- Isn't and doesn't want to be verified on TikTok, he's just a scroller, but trying to find his account has become a huge internet conspiracy

Kai:

- Posts on TikTok & Chirp DAILY, he has huge followings everywhere

- Everything from charities to his work out routines to Q&As to thirst traps

- Even has some vulnerable inspirational videos that are like "keep going. you'll be okay, i believe in you" that are honestly tear-jerkers

- Interacts with fans the most

- If anyone is curious about what the ninja have been up to, Kai's pages are the place to go

- Also attends the most events bc he's an attention whore

- But has also raised the most money and attention for said charities as a result

Jay:

- He doesn't host Ultimate Ninja Warrior anymore, but it kept going with his permission and a contract, he visits as a special host during the finals every year

- He's also on the logo of the show lol

- Occasionally posts stuff on Chirp when it means a lot to him

- He's bad at ignoring haters tho so not online as much as Kai

- At the same time, he gets really emotional when fans tell him how he's inspired them

- He's the funniest at interviews and really likes doing them with the other ninja

- His compilations are either "the blue ninja being HILARIOUS" or "the blue ninja secretly being a genius for 10 minutes"

Nya:

- She's only on social media to bother Kai during his livestreams and talk shit on his posts. also gives Jay's haters nasty comments

- But she does have a few workout tip videos to empower girls who look up to her

- Everyone has a crush on her

- Does volunteer work for publicity to the organization

- She's lowkey aggressive on her social media though, like, half of her posts are going after terfs and nazis to get them canceled

- The ninja's social team has a heart attack every time they hear that she posted something lmao

Zane

- The most Memed Ninja, like it's ridiculous

- He's every reaction image

- You know how supernatural has a gif for everything? There's a Zane gif for everything thanks to his interviews, media, fan events, etc

- His fan base is AGGRESSIVE for some reason, though

- His fan base is the K-Pop fans of the ninjago world, even though there's not as many of them.

- Maybe that IS why though. The few. The strong. They're the ones who, like, solve crimes through the internet and shit

- There are compilations of "every time the white ninja remembers he's a robot" that's just Zane, like, being shook when fridge magnets stick to him and when metal detectors go off around him

Cole:

- He has zero internet presence

- A whole ass mystery

- There are conspiracy theories that he's not even real and its a running gag

- There are accounts dedicated to posting blurry pictures of him like he's a cryptid

- They were clear pictures before, but they were edited to be blurry lmao cause it's a joke but some people have genuinely began to wonder

- Like some of them will literally be a blurred picture of him sitting with everyone else at an interview

- Cole isn't in on the joke though and is confused every time people meme at him (he's not an internet kid TuT)

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mochinomnoms · 4 months

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Sequel to my "Best (human) boy for periods" ranking; here comes the worsties (Affectionate)

Ace - Ultimate teenage boy(tm), is gonna make a big stink and fuss over how he doesn't wanna hear about you being on or think about it. "No poops, no farts, no periods"! kinda guy. He'll get better when he's older but in your first year as friends? He's gonna tease and antagonise you. If you're the emotional type when you'er on, you can turn the tables on him by crying and getting the whole class to go "Wow, what an asshole" at him for the rest of the week tho.

Vil - This guy holes everyone to the same standards as him, fully believing everyone can give 110% at all times. He's gonna come at you about how just because you're on the rag doesn't mean you can start snacking on chocolate bars all the time (or any comfort food). He WILL critique your skincare routine if your skin breaks out. One day he'll look back at how he treated you and thank Rook for literally carrying him away from you before you killed him.

Epel - Not really his fault, but considering his "old fashioned" upbringing, things like periods were just Not Discussed, even between the women in his family, so Epel's first reaction to learning that you're on is just a sound "I didn't hear that" slowly evolving into a "Why tf are you telling me this?" (Because I bled through my trousers and can't get up from this chair Epel, jeez). Just will not engage with the subject at hand.

Deuce - More of an inbetween than actually the worst(tm), he earns a lot of brownie points for wanting to help you and is the type to panic buy every item on the shelf. BUT! if you're the type to get moody or aggressive when you're on, he's instinctively gonna meet aggression with aggression and you two will have to be seperated for a while.

Idia - Just straight up wont deal with it, he'll send Ortho to help you. Best you're gonna get from this guy is a "RIP LMAO" when you text him that you're on :(

Honorable mention: Silver. Not his fault either, but being raised in a predominantly fairy based family unit, periods are an alien concept to him. Won't really understand what's going on when you try to explain it to him, and with Lilia as his main guide, is gonna make a LOT of mistakes before he gets things right but he get's a lot of points for trying to help. Might even use his UM to see into your dreams/memories to get a feel for what it's like, just so he can better know how to help you.

Aww, see I get that it would be realistic for some of the boys to be immature and get grossed out, but it's a fantasy world! Maybe my fantasy is that the boys are semi-educated on the human body and are gonna support me during my periods 😭

I really think both Vil and Deuce should be given more credit, though. Vil is very in touch with his femininity, and doesn't really disrespect others unless they disrespect him or cause trouble, based on his interactions with others at least. I think he'd be excellent because he can make the best pain potions for your cramps, and might be willing to give you tips on how to care for your skin during your hormonal periods. But only if he likes you.

Deuce was raised only by his mama, and based on what I know of her from the JP event, she def gives off the vibes of "I'm teaching my son how to care and respect women." He'd probably understand that you're not being aggressive with him for the sake of it, you emotions are being messed with due to all the hormones fluctuating in your body. But I do agree that he is the type to panic buy one of everything to help you out.

The others, I can see it, though I would like to this that Epel's case is less of being raised old-fashioned (nothing about him and the way he interacts with others screams old-fashioned to me), and more of being one of the few young people in a town of old people. The folk that can have periods don't because they've probably gone through menopause! It doesn't occur to them that he should probably know about periods!!!

Ace and Idia are just immature and dumb and I love them. Also, rip Silver, he's never interacted with another human outside of Sebek's dad.

Anyways my headcanon for the TWST universe is that they actually teach biology and anatomy so people aren't taught to know nothing about things like periods. Cause that's stupid why do we do that?

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #vil shoenheit #deuce spade #epel felmier #ace trappola #idia shroud

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knocking on heaven’s (your) door

pairing: leehan x gn!reader genre: fluff, some angst, neighbours!au, highschool!au, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, leehan is so whipped it hurts word count: 3.5k

summary: leehan has been by your side your entire life. but when you start seeing him in a different light, will your friendship with him still stay the same?

bonus: in leehan’s eyes

Leehan has always been your constant.

From the moment you showed up to his neighbourhood at six years old knowing absolutely no one other than your parents, he was the one person who accompanied and played with you even though you knew he clearly had other preferences for games. You heard him grumbling to his mother sometimes when he thought you couldn’t hear them, but you were always silently grateful that he never stopped playing with you.

When middle school came around, you were worried about what was going to happen to your friendship with Leehan. See, Leehan was an extremely extroverted and easygoing person, who just seemed to get along with everyone without much difficulty. You, however, had to try a little harder to make friends with people due to your shyness. Leehan had made so many new friends just from the first day of middle school, and you found yourself hanging out with him less and less during school as the weeks went by, making you grow increasingly worried that he would abandon you for someone “cooler”.

“Han, you know you don’t always have to walk home with me, right?” you asked one day as the both of you were walking home from school. Although Leehan hung out with you less while you were in school, he’d always wait for you after school to go home together, and you didn’t know what to make of it. Were the both of you still friends? Or just people who lived next to each other?

“What do you mean? We’re literally neighbours,” Leehan raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Like, you can always go hang out with your friends, I know they usually hang out after school. I can always go home by myself, you know.” you explained, turning to look at his reaction.

Leehan suddenly stopped, and you didn't realise until you were quite a few steps ahead of him. Jogging back to stand in front of him, your heart beat faster in anticipation (or dread?) at his reply.

“y/n,” he started, looking into your eyes with so much intensity you found yourself looking down at your feet to avoid eye contact instead, “you’re my best friend. Those people you’re talking about don’t know me better than you do, or longer than you have, so why bother?”

You looked up to face him. You didn't know why, but the title of 'best friend' somehow warmed your heart and made you feel sick to your stomach both at the same time. “I mean, you could always choose to hang out with them, let them get to know you better, you know?”

“You’re so silly. I’m not bailing on our daily routine just to hang out with mere acquaintances, y/n. Let’s go home now, yeah? I’m starving,” Leehan let out a laugh so melodic your breath hitched for a second, and reached out to ruffle your hair before turning to continue walking down the street like nothing had happened.

You remained rooted to the ground, mind reeling. Why was your heart beating faster than usual?

“Hey, stupid! Are you coming or not?” Leehan shouts from a distance away, snapping you out of your trance.

“I am, I am!” you shouted in reply, running after him.

Whatever this was, you were glad Leehan was still by your side.

“Are you thinking about loverboy again?” an exasperated sigh snaps you out of your daze, and you look up to see Hikaru looking at you with her eyebrow raised, Jungwon sitting beside her looking unbothered.

“I wasn’t, and who said anything about him being loverboy?” you reply defensively, sitting up to face your friends. Leehan wasn’t the only one expanding his social circle as the two of you grew older, as you found yourself becoming fast friends with Jungwon and Hikaru during middle school, your friendship lasting all the way to high school now.

“So you were thinking about Leehan,” Hikaru giggles with the kind of satisfaction someone would get after finally getting a math question right after an hour, shaking Jungwon’s shoulders in delight. "you guys are so in love it physically pains me to watch."

"I was not thinking about Leehan! And we are not in love, Hika, don't say that so loudly!" you shush Hikaru desperately, looking to Jungwon for help.

Jungwon simply shrugs, deadpanning, "She's right. You guys are stupidly in love with each other it makes me want to die."

"We aren't! I am not in love with him, and he is not in love with me. We've been neighbours for nearly our entire lives. We’ve seen each other in our awkward phases. There's no way he'd ever be interested in me in that way, ever." you defend yourself passionately, unsure why this topic is even eliciting such a huge reaction from you. The truth is, you have thought about being in a relationship with Leehan, but he seemed so out of your league that you gave up on it early.

"Oh, yeah? Then tell me why he's looking over at you with heart eyes right now." Hikaru glances behind you nonchalantly, and you turn around only to lock eyes with Leehan from across the cafeteria, sitting with five other guys, one of whom you recognise to be Taesan from your Calculus class.

Leehan brightens visibly upon meeting eyes with you, waving animatedly at you like he was seeing you for the first time in a long time. Endeared, you beam back at him before turning back to see both Hikaru and Jungwon looking at you with an 'I-told-you-so' face.

You sigh. "He's just friendly like that, okay? He would have done the same to any other friend of his."

"Who would've?" an ever-familiar voice pipes up, and you jump in shock at the sound as Leehan slides into the seat beside you, greeting your friends as he settles down. You don’t miss the hint of bitterness laced in his voice, but you choose to ignore it in case you were being delusional.

“You scared me, Han! What are you doing here, anyway?” you grumble, trying your best not to make eye contact with Leehan.

“Aw, can’t I pay a visit to my favourite person and their friends just because? Your conversation seemed more interesting than whatever the guys were talking about, anyway,” Leehan teases, his signature smile creeping up his face. You can’t help but stare at him in awe, and Hikaru definitely notices.

“Oh, really?” Hikaru pipes up, raising her eyebrows at you. “What were they talking about?”

“Jaehyun has been trying really hard to set me up with someone, and it was getting annoying, so I figured whatever you guys were talking about had to be more interesting than the pure torture I’d have to go through if I stayed there,” Leehan explains, looking at you the entire time to gauge your reaction. “So, who were you guys talking about before I came here?”

“trying really hard to set me up with someone” you turn over the words over and over again in your head. Of course someone as handsome as him would be looking for love, and of course it wouldn’t be with you. His appearance had completely changed when highschool started, his facial features more defined and his build becoming larger in general. And his nose, his nose. You would spend hours looking at it if you could, that was just how beautiful he was. And his eyes, they always seemed to light up the entire world everytime he smiled, it’s no wonder that he suddenly became so popular in highschool, girls and boys flocking to him like he was free real estate. Why, then, would he ever be interested in a nobody like you?

“y/n? y/n!” you snap out of your stupor to see Jungwon snapping his fingers in front of you, “What were you thinking about? It’s like you went to another dimension or something!”

You glance to your left and lock eyes with Leehan, who is looking at you with such a worried gaze in his eyes one would think something serious happened to you. The thought of Leehan going on a date with someone else creeps up your throat again, and you start to feel suffocated.

“I- I’m sorry, I have to go, I just remembered that I have a Calculus assignment due in thirty minutes! I’m really sorry guys, I’ll see you!” you make up a flimsy excuse hurriedly, standing up and bolting out of the cafeteria before you break down in front of everyone.

“Wait! y/n, is everything okay?” Leehan asks from behind you, but you’re too upset to bother, missing the way he watches you leave with a pained expression.

You don’t talk to Leehan for the rest of the day.

Well, you didn’t exactly have the opportunity to, considering that you had no shared classes with him that day.

Which is why you had quite the shock walking out of your Calculus class with Taesan only to see Leehan waiting for you by the door, your classmates walking by nonchalantly like it was a regular occurence (well, it was, but you just didn’t expect him to be waiting for you considering what happened earlier).

“I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n! Have fun,” Taesan greets, nodding at Leehan on his way out of school.

“Hi,” Leehan steps forward, shooting you his signature smile, and you forget how to breathe momentarily. “are you okay? You seemed a bit… out of it, earlier.”

The way his eyes soften as he speaks has your heart threatening to jump right out of your chest. You’ve been friends forever. Why does he have this effect on you?

“y/n! There it is again,” Leehan chuckles for a bit, before turning serious, “what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“It’s- it’s nothing serious, Han. I’m just tired from school and all the exams coming up. Let’s just go home, hm?” You don’t give him the chance to call out your avoidance, walking ahead of him instead.

The walk home is silent, an unusual occurence considering that the usual routine was one filled with laughter and endless chatter all the way back home. You can tell that something’s on Leehan’s mind, but you decide not to probe further and wait for him to talk instead.

"So," Leehan starts as the both of you turn and walk down the street you both live in, "who were you guys talking about at lunch earlier? Do you like someone?"

"We were just talking about some friend of mine, Han, it wasn't anything important. What about you? How's the whole matchmaking thing going?" you change the topic, looking everywhere but in Leehan's direction.

Leehan hesitates. "I... actually wanted to talk to you about this. I'm supposed to go on a date with someone they picked out for me tomorrow, and I wanted to ask whether you'd be okay with it."

You stop in your tracks abruptly, and Leehan continues walking at first, then realises your absence and jogs back to you. You feel a sense of deja vu at the scene unfolding in front of you.

Your heart feels like it'd been shattered against the wall. You break out into a small smile to mask your disappointment. "Han, why do you have to ask me for permission? You're your own person. You can do whatever you want."

Leehan’s shakes his head, eyes softening. He looks like he’s withholding something. “I just thought I should ask you first, since… since we’re supposed to go home together. If I go on that date, I’ll be bailing on our routine.”

You try your hardest to let out a chuckle that doesn’t sound too fake, hoping Leehan doesn’t pick up on it. He doesn’t say anything, and you take it as a sign to continue. “Hannie, why am I standing in the way of you and a potential partner? Go.”

Don’t go, you so badly want to say, but restrain yourself. Why should he sacrifice his love life for someone like you? Compared to him, whose very existence brings so much joy to so many people’s lives, you’re… nothing.

Leehan looks at you with what you make out to be a longing look on his face, like he’s expecting you to say more.

“But y/n, we’ve never not gone home from school together, ever. Even on days where our schedule didn’t line up, we’d wait for each other. If I go on this date, it’d be the first time our routine is broken,” Leehan strangely sounds like he’s pleading with you.

“Are you trying to get me to say no? You can do whatever you want, Han, but I think this is a good opportunity.” you retort, your words laced with a hint of bitterness that you don’t bother masking.

“Who knows if this would be the beginning of the end of our routine if I go? y/n, is this not important to you? This is one of the only moments I get to spend time with you, one-on-one, and I cherish it. A lot. But it looks like it doesn’t go both ways,” Leehan’s brows furrow together as he gets agitated by the second.

You don’t know why you’re being so avoidant, and the next few words come out of your mouth before you can react to stop them, “You think I don’t cherish this? Why are you so worked up about this, anyway? It’s not like we’re dating or anything-”

“And that’s the problem!” Leehan interrupts, raising his voice a little in frustration. He’s never gotten frustrated with you before, and you look on the situation with worry.

“Every second that passes whenever I’m with you pains me more than you can believe because I know my feelings are unrequited. Do you know how hard it is to be standing here in front of you and not be able to reach out and hold you anytime I want, not be able to call you mine, and not be able to put a label on our relationship instead of this infuriating ‘best-friendship’? I was hoping you’d stop me from going on that date, y/n. But you didn’t. I guess that’s enough evidence for how stupid I am to have fallen so, so deeply in love with you.

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop. I’ve loved you ever since we were dumb six-year-olds playing house in your front yard, and I still love you now.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Leehan is looking at you with such an intense gaze in his eyes you feel small.

Say something! Your heart screams, but your brain refuses to listen.

Leehan scoffs at your silence and looks down at his feet. “Goodbye, y/n.”

At that, he turns around and walks towards his house, and you’re just now realising that you’d already reached your front porch.

You stay rooted to the ground as you watch his slumped figure enter his house, internally screaming for you to say something while nothing comes out of your mouth.

Leehan isn’t at his usual spot outside your Calculus class the next day, and you can’t hide your disappointment.

Earlier this morning, you were turned away by Leehan’s lovely mom as she told you apologetically that Leehan had already left for school by the time you knocked on his door, and he wasn’t with his group of friends at his usual spot at the cafeteria today. Even Hikaru and Jungwon noticed the change in your behaviour, opting to rub your back comfortingly and say nothing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Taesan offers, picking up on your sorry state. “There’s a new cafe that recently opened nearby, we could go there and talk.”

And that’s how you end up sitting across from Taesan in the newly-opened cafe a few blocks away from school, with cups of iced matcha lattes in front of you.

Taesan listens attentively as you recount what happened yesterday, though he seems unfazed, like he’d heard about the situation beforehand.

You pause. “Did he tell you this already?”

“Well, yeah. I just wanted to get your perspective on the whole situation,” Taesan explains, shrugging. “So, how do you feel about him?”

You sigh. You’d had time to think it over yesterday, but your feelings are still as confusing as ever.

“I don’t want to lose him.” you state. “He’s been there for me my entire life, and I have been there for him, too. I just, I can’t imagine having to live on without having him by my side. To be honest, I can’t even imagine sitting here on a date with some other person, because somehow, I always thought-”

Your eyes widen. Taesan smiles.

“God, I’m so stupid. It’s probably too late, right? I messed up so bad, Taesan.” you chastise yourself, burying your face in your hands.

“No, y/n. That guy would probably wait multiple lifetimes for you if he had to.” Taesan smiles reassuringly.

You look up at him, slightly unconvinced.

“As much as he was upset at you yesterday, did you really think he was going to leave you here alone? He asked me to accompany you today,” Taesan explains, “well, that is not to say that I wouldn’t have hung out with you if he didn’t ask, y/n, I think you’re pretty cool. I guess there just weren’t really many opportunities, since your time after school has always been reserved for each other.”

You’ve never run back home faster than you just did before.

After Taesan’s revelation, you got up abruptly, thanked him, and bolted out of the cafe and all the way to Leehan’s front porch. Bracing yourself, you knock on his door. You can only hope he’s home this time.

You hear some shuffling from inside the house, and the door opens soon after. You come face to face with Leehan, clad in a dark blue hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that just made him look so domestic.

“Hey,” you start, albeit a little awkwardly, “the date ended so fast?”

“I didn’t go on that date, y/n.” Leehan states in a matter-of-fact tone. Oh, you think, chastising yourself internally.

“I’m sorry.”

The both of you apologise at the same time. After a beat of silence, you and Leehan break out into a fit of giggles, and for a moment, you think everything is fine again. Just like before this all happened.

“Leehan, I wanted to apologise for my behaviour yesterday. Our daily routines mean everything to me, and not having you walking beside me today showed me that.”

Leehan opens his mouth to say something, and you speak first before he does.

“I’m in love with you, Leehan, I’m sorry it took me so long, but I’m so in love with you, I can’t bear to imagine what it would be like if you’re not going to be by my side anymore-”

“It’s Han,” Leehan interrupts, not saying anything else.

“Huh?”

“You’ve always called me Han,” Leehan’s eyes soften as he looks at you so fondly you think your heart is going to explode, “I’m sorry I said being in love with you was stupid, because it isn’t. I’m in love with you too, y/n. What took you so long?”

Leehan slowly leans closer until your noses touch, and his eyes wander from your lips to your eyes. You give him a small nod.

You don’t know who initiates it, but soon his lips are on yours, and you feel like your whole body is being lit on fire. Leehan’s lips felt like home, and you’re left wondering what really took you so long as you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You pull away for breath and Leehan’s lips chases after yours, eliciting giggles from you. You lean forward to give him a peck on the lips.

“Hi,” you beam at Leehan. “I’m in love with you.”

“Hi,” Leehan looks so in love you think you might die. “I’m in love with you, too.”

“Are you staring at loverboy again? Come on, y/n, do something already!” Hikaru sighs in exasperation, looking on the whole situation with frustration.

Jungwon perks up. “Hey, he’s coming over.”

“Hey, guys, what are you talking about?” Leehan comes to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Nothing much, just about how Woonhak led the basketball team to win the season last week. He’s really cool, I’d love to talk to him someday,” you make up an excuse, preferring to die than to admit that you had been staring at him.

“Woonhak?” Leehan scoffs, “I can beat him in a one-on-one anyday, y/n, I’ll show you.”

You look over at Hikaru to see her face scrunched up in very, very obvious frustration, and you almost feel sorry for her.

“Hey, Leehan! We gotta roll,” you hear Taesan from behind you, and you turn around to give him a smile in greeting.

“Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you later, baby,” Leehan ruffles your hair, standing up and turning around to leave before stopping and turning back.

“I’m leaving my partner in your care, guys! See you around,” Leehan smiles before turning to leave for real.

“y/n…” Hikaru looks at you with the most hardened glare you’ve ever seen, and you sigh. You’re dead.

a/n: andddddddd knocking on heaven’s (your) door is finally here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope you guys enjoyed this fic, i tried my best hehe

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nuvoloso · 1 year

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Captain's Quarrels

Oikawa x m!reader (he/him/his)

I've been sitting on the idea of Oikawa falling for the so-called 'heartbreaker' of the school, the guy to avoid at all costs unless you wanted to end up hurt, at least according to everyone he knew.

These guys, ~~, usually mean a switch in view or time passing, it's more obvious as it goes.

Word count: 3,802

It was lunch at Aoba Johsai, and y/n had decided to sit with his team instead of by himself like he usually did. What he immediately noticed was that the cafeteria was far too loud, and the people where obnoxious; it reminded him of why he always sat outside by the field.

But, he was trying to be more social in an attempt to maybe sully some of the rumors going around about him. He was a naturally flirty person, and not one to change his whole personality to fit what others wanted him to be. So, he found himself being spoken about around the school as something like a playboy.

Truthfully, he hadn't had many partners during his life so far. He was a third-year in school and he'd had a few short-term relationships but nothing more than that. He always felt like people came to him just because of the way he looked, not because of anything else, so he would playfully flirt with them but not have it go anywhere.

He looked around the cafeteria as he ate, noticing the different groups of people gathered, some stealing glances his way, others doing their best to avoid him. One group was making quite a bit more noise than the others, though y/n couldn't figure out who they were just by looking at them.

Lightly elbowing one of his team mates he asked, "Who're they?" His teammate looked a bit surprised to have received the question.

"You seriously don't know? That's the volleyball team, don't you pay attention to anything else here besides our club?" Y/n shrugged off the slight insult. He watched them for another moment, one of them catching his gaze. Y/n panicked a bit, he hadn't meant to make eye contact with any of them, so he just played it like he always did.

He cracked a smile at him, even going so far as to offer him a wink before turning back to his team to finish eating his food. He didn't think about it again, he did the same routine to girls all the time to get them off his back for a few minutes. His teammates that had noticed chided him, but he ignored it.

As lunch concluded, y/n got up to head back to class but he was blocked before he could get very far. It wasn't the guy he had winked at, but rather someone who looked much tougher. He had spiky near-black hair, and green eyes that pierced his own.

"I know who you are." The stranger said. "And I don't need you messing with my captain's head, winking at him and shit." Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, curious to what the other's reaction had been when he'd winked at him.

"Hey, I've got no intention of messing up your captain. He just caught my eye and I thought I'd give him a gift since he's so pretty." The corner of y/n's mouth lifting into a smirk. The stranger frowned.

"You just play with people's feelings, and Oikawa doesn't need or deserve that. Leave him alone." The stranger didn't give y/n a chance to reply as he took off towards where this 'Oikawa' guy was waiting for him by the doors.

Oikawa's eyes met y/n's again, but only briefly before the stranger dragged him through the doors and away from y/n.

Oikawa didn't understand what was going on. The hottest guy he'd ever laid his eyes on had been looking at him during lunch, and Iwa wasn't even letting him talk to the guy! Instead, Iwa had gone to talk to him, though it didn't seem like a very friendly conversation.

"Why are you being so...protective?" Oikawa asked his friend, who had dragged him out of the cafeteria only moments earlier.

"Because," Iwaizumi replied, "He only plays with feelings, and you were his next victim. I was making sure he wouldn't go after you." Oikawa stopped in his tracks, shock plastered on his face.

"You mean to tell me, that you stopped the hottest person in our school from talking to me?? What is wrong with you!" He was actually a bit angry, Iwa had known about his thoughts about the captain of the soccer team for quite a while.

He had never talked to the other captain, but he saw him often both during school and in passing after or before practices. He was easily one of the most attractive people in their school, but that wasn't the only thing that held his captivation. Whenever he saw the captain during practices, he looked happy, happier than whenever he was talking to the girls that swarmed him or to the other boys he flirted with. He could also see the pride the captain felt whenever he played, the seriousness with which he directed the team.

Iwaizumi took his time coming up with a response. "You don't deserve to get played with, Oikawa. I know you like him, and you think things will be different since its you, but I know you'll end up hurt if you go after him." He offered no more explanation, and Oikawa thought about what he'd said.

Sure, he had heard the rumors about the soccer captain and the games he played with his admirers, but Oikawa was determined that things would be different with him. Not just because he was way better than everyone else that tried to pursue him, but also because he understood how it felt to have people obsess over him because of his looks. He thought that because they were similar in that sense, that maybe he'd be able to get to know the real captain.

Their classes came and went, the school day coming to an end. Oikawa's teammates had been quick to leave class and head off to practice, usually Oikawa being the same way, but today he decided to take his time. Unfortunately, y/n wasn't in his class. But, he was in the class next door, which meant if Oikawa timed things right, they'd walk out to where the gyms and soccer field were at the same time. If everything went to plan, Oikawa would have a chance to talk to the captain and maybe get to know him.

As he left his classroom, Oikawa looked around the hallways, greeting his friends as they passed him, though not seeing the one he had hoped too. He was about to start heading down the stairs towards the main doors, when a voice greeted him from his left.

"You look lost. You need some help finding the gym?" Oikawa swiveled his head towards the velvety voice and found y/n smirking at him. Oikawa's stomach fluttered a bit, being so close and finally hearing the voice of the person he'd watched for so long. "You just gonna stare at me or are we going to have a conversation?" He asked, snapping Oikawa back into reality.

"Ah, sorry. I guess I just got...distracted. You're headed outside right?" Y/n nodded, and they started down the stairs together. "So," Oikawa started, "You're the captain of the soccer team, yeah?"

Y/n smiled, his eyes only set ahead of him. "Yeah, same for you right, in volleyball?" Oikawa nodded. There was a moment of silence as they walked before y/n spoke again. "Why'd you wait for me? I always see you walking with that bold guy." Oikawa took notice of his word choice, he always saw him with Iwa? Oikawa thought today was the first time he'd noticed him.

He did his best to reply smoothly, though it was hard for him to keep his composure explaining why he wanted to walk with the other. "I just thought that we should get to know each other, since we're captains." He added quickly. Y/n eyed him carefully, the usual playful flirt missing from his gaze if only for a second.

"Your bold friend wouldn't like that. He chewed me out earlier for just looking at you, are you guys dating or something?" Oikawa nearly choked on his own saliva; date Iwa? He couldn't picture it.

"No, no, Iwaizumi and I could only be good friends, we established that a while ago. He's just protective, I guess. He's heard some stuff about you..."

Y/n laughed, interrupting Oikawa's train of thought. "Of course he has, nearly everyone has. So let me ask you again, why did you wait for me?" Oikawa didn't know what to say. He didn't want to just outright tell him that he liked him, he thought it would come off shallow. But he wasn't sure what else to say. "I see." Y/n said during Oikawa's silence. "You like making your friends and fans jealous."

Oikawa laughed, "Well I mean yes of course I do-"

"And that's why you wanted to talk to me. The incredible volleyball captain was going to play with the attention of the school's heartbreaker, so his fans would have a show." Y/n stated, his tone holding slightly more malice than it had earlier.

As soon as he said it, Oikawa realized how he'd sounded in his response. "No, wait that's not what I meant. I just,"

"No, it's ok. I get it, to prove to your fans that you know how to play the game as well as I do, you go behind your friend's back and do the very thing he told you not to. I guess I'm the one who got played this time, I thought for a second you actually wanted to be friends." They had made it outside when y/n had made his statement, his expression more tired than anything else.

"Y/n, please that's not how I meant it!" Oikawa tried, but y/n had turned away from him and was heading towards the soccer field.

"I'll leave you alone, Oikawa. Just do me the courtesy of the same." He called back, afterwards breaking into a jog so Oikawa didn't have a chance to say anything else.

He cursed himself as he watched y/n jog away from him, he was careless. He should've known y/n would be curious as to why Oikawa bothered to wait for him, he should've said something instead of staying quiet like an idiot. Frustrated, he made his way to the volleyball gym where he knew his team would be waiting for him, upset at his tardiness.

"There you are, where the hell have you been? I didn't think you could walk so slowly!" Iwa scolded him, but Oikawa just rolled his eyes. He wasn't up for Iwa's shit right now, after all it was kind of his fault that things went so south earlier. If he hadn't talked to y/n during lunch, Oikawa might have had a better chance. "Oi what's wrong?" Iwa asked, but again Oikawa ignored him and went to the locker room to get changed.

Throughout the practice, Oikawa's sets were off and he couldn't rile up the team like he usually did. He couldn't help but feel that he had to make things right with y/n. When practice finally ended, Oikawa was the first one out of the building, and instead of heading towards the gates to the school, he went off towards the soccer field. Several of his teammates had called out to him, asking what he was doing or where he was going, but he didn't answer them.

As he approached the soccer field, he saw that they too were wrapping up practice, everyone putting their jackets on and moving their equipment into a nearby shed. Everyone, that was, except for y/n who was currently talking to their coach, still dressed in workout clothes. It had looked like the coach wasn't much a fan of whatever y/n was saying, but he eventually gave in and left the field with the rest of the team. Y/n remained with a few soccer balls and other equipment, continuing his practice.

Oikawa decided to wait until he was noticed, not wanting to interrupt y/n while he was so focused, but after fifteen minutes, he wasn't sure it was going to happen. Y/n had just been taking shots on goal, not breaking until he was satisfied with what he had done. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he approached the sideline to take a break, then noticing Oikawa's presence. He stopped before reaching the sideline, confusion playing on his features.

"Uh, hey." Oikawa sputtered out, slightly embarrassed.

"How long have you been standing there?" Y/n asked.

"Longer than I should've without saying something, that's for sure." He replied. "Would you hear me out for just a minute? I want to apologize for earlier."

Y/n didn't look enthusiastic, but there wasn't much he could do to get away from the situation. If he just up and left the field as it was right now he'd get chewed out by his coach for leaving equipment out, and he'd never be allowed to stay late again.

"I didn't wait for you after class because I wanted to make my friends or 'fans' jealous, I wanted to talk to you." Oikawa said, putting as much conviction into his words as he could manage. "My friend, Iwaizumi, had said that you were bad news, but I've known about you for a while." He confessed, "I know people are obsessed with you because of your looks and your position as captain of a team, and I understand how annoying that can be. That's why I wanted to talk to you, I wanted you to know that not everybody is like that...I guess."

Y/n watched him while he spoke, it was obvious he was trying to figure out if Oikawa was just talking to talk or if he meant it.

"You know you'll have to do a lot more than just talk to get me to even somewhat trust you." Y/n said, Oikawa immediately nodding.

"Of course. But you'll have to do the same, I know how you treat most people." Y/n was hesitant, but slowly agreed to his terms. "Ok, cool. So, what should we do?" Oikawa asked.

"You can let me finish practicing since I only get to have the field for about another hour." His face was blank, no malice, no friendliness. "I'll see you tomorrow." He turned and went back towards the goal.

Oikawa was a bit surprised, he thought that since they'd cleared things up that maybe he'd want to go to a convenience store and get something to eat, or at least chat. He wasn't expecting to essentially be shooed off the field. He tried not to be disappointed, after all, y/n had said he'd see him tomorrow, all wasn't lost.

Y/n could hardly keep it together when he'd seen Oikawa on the sidelines during his practice. When they'd spoken earlier, he had actually gotten a bit upset at Oikawa toying with him, sure he was used to dishing it out but it wasn't usually out of pure spite like that. He'd cleared things up when they'd talked, but it was hard to believe that Oikawa actually wanted to be something like friends with y/n. He couldn't think of any real similarities between them, sure they were captains and both adored by people at their school but that was all he could think of.

Of course, there was the fact that Oikawa was, to his right, a very attractive person. One of the only in the school that y/n had actually been so intrigued by, it lead to him acting slightly more genuine towards the volleyball captain. Usually, y/n went with the 'they can't hurt you if they don't actually know you' kind of stance, since everyone already thought of him one way. If he just stuck to it and Oikawa turned out to be nothing more than a piece of shit, it wouldn't affect y/n as much as if he'd been genuine with him.

He finished up his practice, mulling over his thoughts while he worked. Eventually, he packed things up and went home where he ate a meal and passed out, exhausted form the day's events.

The following morning, y/n was quick to get to school, feeling slightly anxious about seeing Oikawa again. He'd arrived just before classes were going to start, so he quickly made his way up the stairs to his classroom. He glanced into what he knew was Oikawa's as he passed, barely making eye contact with him before he disappeared into his own. The time passed much too slowly for y/n to handle, but eventually lunch came and he quickly left his classroom hoping to beat Oikawa to the cafeteria.

As he was heading down the stairs though, he heard his name called from a voice not far behind him. He turned to see Oikawa waving at him, and waited so he could catch up.

"Should we eat together? Maybe not with my team though, they don't like you that much..." Y/n cracked a smile, Oikawa nervously laughing.

"Sure, I'll follow you." He said, his voice unwavering, the anxiety he felt managing to stay hidden. Oikawa smiled and led the way, they got their food and Oikawa took him outside where there was a bench that resided under a large tree.

"This is the spot I always go to when I want to eat in peace, isn't it nice?" Y/n nodded, with the slight breeze and the sunshine, it was beautiful. He wasn't ever super talkative, especially when he didn't know people very well, so he just let Oikawa talk on and on about volleyball. A few times, Oikawa would ask him a question but his answers were always short and to the point, Oikawa always reverting back to volleyball.

Hearing him talk about the sport he loved so much was actually quite peaceful to y/n, he felt the same way about soccer. It was nice to know that there was at least one other person who was as committed to their sport as he was. Things went on like this for nearly twenty minutes before Oikawa realized that he'd been talking the entire time.

"It's definitely your turn to say something, you've finished your food and I've hardly touched mine." Oikawa scolded. Y/n laughed at the pout on his face, though with the sunlight highlighting his features, it was hard for y/n to keep his eyes off him.

"It's no wonder you have such a fan club." Y/n said suddenly. Oikawa was a bit thrown off by the slight compliment, though the confusion he felt showed on his face. "You really are quite a pretty boy, you know." His internal nervous system couldn't believe the things he was saying out loud.

Oikawa's face was immediately a darker shade at y/n's words. It was just then that y/n realized Oikawa might actually feel slightly differently towards y/n than he had originally thought. Sure blushing at flirty stuff was normal, but Oikawa was supposedly the king of flirting amongst his fans and even his friends. He wouldn't get so worked up over a small compliment unless there was something... deeper.

"You're not really a 'heartbreaker' or a 'playboy' are you?" Oikawa asked, trying to change the subject.

Y/n shook his head. "Not really. I just don't like all the attention I get for how I look, so I play a little game to get everybody to back off. But since I don't go out of my way to get to know other people, assumptions about me just run rampant." Oikawa's expression changed, he seemed more relaxed now that he knew that y/n wasn't what everyone thought he was.

"Why don't you try to make more friends, get a new narrative about you going around?" Oikawa asked him, though y/n had a difficult time coming up with a real answer. He thought maybe he was just lazy, and it was only high school, he didn't care all that much. In truth though, it was likely because he didn't want people to know who he really was; it was easier to get hurt if people knew who you were.

"Guess I just don't trust anybody. Something like that anyway." He looked up to the sky, watching the leaves of the tree they sat under wave in the small breeze, clouds ever slowly making their way across the blue.

Suddenly, he felt Oikawa's hand on his jaw, carefully turning his head so it was facing the other's. Y/n was confused at the action, but when he saw Oikawa studying him so intently, he realized what was going to happen next. Oikawa's face approached his own, and y/n soon felt Oikawa's lips brush against his, gentle but determined in their path. Y/n leaned into the kiss, bringing one of his hands to the back of Oikawa's head, bringing the volleyball captain as close to him as he could. The kiss didn't last for as long as y/n longed for it to, as Oikawa pulled away from him he held his gaze. As Oikawa leaned back to where he had been sitting, y/n's hand fell from his head returning to his lap.

"I shouldn't have done that out of nowhere, sorry." Oikawa muttered, blush dusting his features like it had earlier. His gaze had dropped from y/n's, and he was starting to get up as if to leave.

"I'm not sorry." Y/n said, hoping to keep the brunette for just a few more moments. "I don't regret it." Oikawa looked surprised, which y/n didn't understand, he had kissed him back hadn't he? Why was he acting like y/n would be upset?

"What do you mean?" Oikawa asked, y/n standing so that they'd be eye level. "What do you mean you're not sorry?" Was he scared? Is that what y/n heard in his voice?

Instead of saying anything, y/n grabbed the collar of Oikawa's shirt and pulled him into another kiss. Oikawa melted into his touch, whatever tension or anxiety he had been feeling when he had first kissed y/n disappearing. When y/n pulled his lips from Oikawa's, he brought the other into a tight embrace, Oikawa's head resting on y/n's shoulder.

"I guess you're the first person I trust, Oikawa." Y/n mumbled, one of his hands in Oikawa's hair, playing with the small knots his fingers found.

"Tōru." The other said, "Call me Tōru if you're going to kiss me like that." Y/n lightly chuckled,

"Whatever you want, Tōru."

#oikawa x male reader #oikawa tooru #aoba johsai #seijoh #Oikawa x reader #hq oikawa #Oikawa imagine #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #oneshot #fluff

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makingspiritualityreal · 3 months

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Lessons from my Anime Phase

Many years ago, before I matured into my spiritual journey, this used to be an anime blog. I don't regret this phase of my life, even though I completely outgrew it, because I believe it taught me something important.

The content of a creation is more important than the form. There is anime (sadly not as many as you would think) that is a good piece of art. There are regular movies that suck. These years taught me to look deep beyond the surface form and into the meaning of any creation. I'm still waiting for a movie as good at depicting the power of wishful thinking and self repression as Perfect Blue.

Supressing one's emotions leads to serious repercussions. One of the reasons some people find anime so weird is because it is literally an outlet for the collective mentality and emotionality of Japanese societal pressure. It feels exaggerated, but it is a reaction to the external forced numbness and politeness the Japanese society is plagued with. If you don't deal with how you feel regularly and don't express it and process it, if you don't make friends with your demons, you keep bubbling like a cauldron. It leads to having a very edgy, very draining life, not being present with yourself. It leads to not being able to function and ultimately making simple things feel like the end of the world.

Getting older is awesome. I would never come back to my past. Every morning felt like torture. Sometimes, even if life is never perfect, it moves you on in simpler ways that allow for balance. Establishment of healthy routines does wonders for mental peace. The Universe putting you in an environment where you can do that, after years of having that taken away from you, feels blissful. With time comes perspective and you can see your life shaping up and taking you somewhere. That allows you to approach the rest of your life with the same philosophy. I can read this post another 10 years into the future, and think wow, my life got even better. But at least now I am relaxed about it and don't overthink how every tiny little thing can go and I don't try to control or micromanage the future.

Youth is overrated. Hottness is overrated. Very few people really get to enjoy being young and hot, and those that do, are probably on Youtube's most watched list now. Being young and hot only pays off if you happen to be an artist, you're in a good film, or you're lucky enough to be in a music video. With those things, you build a legacy you will have forever. But most young women spend their youth and beauty on dating guys they wish they could forget in their 30s. At least I can say I spent it on spiritual growth, which I am really proud of. I was younger and "hotter" once, but paradoxically I feel like I'm becoming more beautiful. I had absolutely no benefits from being young and hot. I had no good relationships and everyone irl always criticized me for breathing. I never felt attractive. My highlights were compliments from my online friends, because noone around me actually thought well of me in my physical life. I'm married now, but this is my first serious adult relationship. I didn't have any good relationships that really appreciated my looks back then. So whatever has passed, hasn't really been used anyway. I was very insecure because I lived surrounded by unfair criticism from many people, who should have been supporting me but betrayed me. Maybe some people have fun in their youth, I honestly didn't. Moving away from all the people that made my youth something I'm glad to put behind me was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Being different growing up is hell for everybody, no matter what form it takes. Being an outcast is probably the number one debilitating thing that makes youth difficult. You have no role models, you have no support, you endure extra pressure. But over time, even those that are different end up finding their place, and they realise they were just different to people around them in their early environment, but they're not that different from the rest of the world.

#spiritual journey #spiritual growth #spirituality #spiritual awakening #personal

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topofmythighs · 2 years

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slow down

sam winchester x female reader

rundown: reader is so excited to show sam everything she bought while the boys were busy.

based on: “slow down” by chase atlantic

warnings: where do i begin? dom!sam, sub!reader, daddy!kink, hands fetish, spit!kink, breeding!kink, unprotected!sex, toy!play, degradation!kink, dd/lg themes, bde fetish. but aftercare central <3333 please don’t read this if the themes in this work make you uncomfy, or if you’re under the age of 18.

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she and sam have always been different from one another.

she has looked put together every day since she and sam met. even when she would meet him first thing in the morning at bobby's house, sam couldn't find a single flaw. her hair was always done, and her nails too. she always had accessorized outfits put together, and even when sam would catch her underdressed, she still stole his heart. he admired how someone so effortlessly beautiful would still work to prove that she was godly.

a lot of people gawked at her and would question why sam was with her. the intent of their concern was almost always surrounding her dark demeanour mixing with his - like water to oil - but sam found it quite endearing. he always has, even as their relationship has shifted from college lovers to on-the-road soulmates. he never questioned his attraction to her.

she stayed home most of the time, keeping her promise to sam that she wouldn't get involved in hunting. she would join them on their trips sometimes, but sam made sure she was never seen with the winchesters. the brothers would always come home with a successful kill, and she would always come home with shopping bags from the mall. she rambles to the brothers about everything she gets, even though she knows they aren't interested.

the stars pass by quickly as the impala speeds down the back road.

"i got this cool new shirt," she says in the back of the car, holding it up so dean could see it in the rearview mirror. "it's got a motorcycle on it, it's pretty cool." she smiles and continues on with her shopping haul, and the brothers share gazes with each other, used to this routine. "i also noticed that neither of you guys have, like," she paused her thought as she looked through the bag. "nice clothes?"

"hey!" dean interrupts. "you're kind enough to do our laundry but mean enough to dump on our clothes?" his eyes are squinting at her in the rear view mirror, trying to be grumpy, but it’s impossible - even for dean - to be upset with her.

she giggles, and sam's heart lights up. "yeah, i guess i am, but whatever. here," she says, scooching to the middle of the backseat. she hands the men their gifts. "a few new flannels and some shirts for you both."

her head is in between the brothers', poking it into the front so she could see their reactions. she can feel the warmth of the men and is tempted to stay in this spot forever, but she’s pulled from her thoughts with a kiss on her cheek from sam.

"thank you, angel. you're too sweet."

she blushes and stares into his eyes, smiling. "couldn't find a lot of stuff for me, but i still needed to shop," she adds, sliding back onto the backseat and grabbing more stuff, but not showing the men. "oh, and, socks and underwear for you guys, too."

dean smiles at her through the rearview mirror. "thank you, kid. show me my stuff!"

she laughs and takes his items back from his lap, continuing to show off dean's items the same way she did hers. sam smiles to himself, so glad that his brother and her get along so well. he stares out the window, watching the corn fields zip by as dean crushes the speed limit. she keeps everyone entertained, her angelic voice telling stories about all the different kinds of people she saw at the mall. with her keeping everyone awake and laughing, the drive back to the bunker doesn't seem so long.

when dean parks the impala, she grabs her bags from the back, gets out, and skips her way to the door, swinging the bags around. sam laughs and shakes his head as he grabs his bag from the back, following her and dean following sam.

sam unlocks the door for everyone, his girlfriend's hands being too full to do it. she giggles at him and says thank you, immediately descending the stairs and going to put her stuff away.

"her routine is so cute," dean says as he and sam slam their dufflebags onto the table.

sam laughs. "it really is. thanks for the hunt, dean, but i'm exhausted. i'll see you in the morning?"

dean nods, tilting his freshly cracked beer to sam. sam smiles and makes his way down the hall to his and his girlfriend's room, seeing her arranging everything in their closet.

"hi angel," sam greets, closing the door. she turns her eyes away from the closet and blushes, greeting him back. "you got a lot of nice stuff today."

she smiles and nods, turning and walking towards sam. she takes his hands in hers and reaches on her tiptoes to kiss him. the bedside table lamps illuminate her face and the fairy lights from inside the closet give her a genuine twinkle to her eyes. "isn't it all so cute?"

he smiles back. "mhm, it's all super cute, angel." he kisses her again and then she pulls away.

"wanna show you what else i got today," she says, letting go of his hands. "close your eyes," she sings. sam feels her presence melt away, and she rustles a few bags. after a few moments, she pulls sam to where he needs to be, and he wraps his arms around her from behind. she gently tells him to open his eyes.

when he opens, his grip tightens on her. on the white blanketed bed, she's laid out a pink, lacy lingerie set and new sex toys in their packaging.

"what's all this?" he asks, kissing her head.

she spins around in his arms, giggles into his chest for a second, and then meets her black smudged eyes to his. "will you please play with me, daddy?" she asks, smiling cutely up at sam.

he smiles back at her, pulling her long hair gently so she tips her head back. he presses kisses along her neck, muttering "of course, i will, babygirl."

her hands are on his chest and they tighten around his shirt. "thank you," she whispers, her breathing deep.

sam smirks and moves so he can look into her eyes again. "let's get you changed," he says, hands tight on her hips as the twinkle in her eyes proves her innocence.

she giggles again, and sam feels his body grow warm. "i did back at the mall! do you wanna see?"

without replying, sam tugs at her black shirt, and she lifts it up over her head. her chest is hugged tight with black, lacy fabric, similar to the set on the bed.

"very pretty, angel," sam whispers, kissing her chest.

she pushes her hips towards his for friction. "daddy," she whines. "tired of standin'."

"put your stuff away then, babygirl," he says, and she quickly does, interpreting it as a command. she leaves out a new vibrator, though.

she holds it up to show sam. "thought we could try it tonight?"

sam smirks at her, his body becoming warmer. “i’d love to, angel.”

she walks until she’s right against his chest, looking up at him with her large doe eyes that make sam melt. she blushes from sam’s stare and opens her mouth, her tongue falling past her lips a little. sam grabs her hip and tugs her even closer, her body getting goosebumps from desire. he cups her jaw with his large hand, placing his thumb on her tongue.

although they were considered polar opposites, there was one thing the pair has always understood about each other with little to no communication, and that was what each other wanted during sex. the pairing may not have felt standard, but when bodies were glistening with sweat and the lights were turned down low, they crossed celestial paths, making each other feel like no other had. she was submissive, bratty enough to challenge sam some days, but obedient enough to make him melt. he took control of her every time he could, whether it was in the bedroom or not. this, her mouth open and waiting to be filled, was something the pair did a lot. sometimes an innocent act, sometimes not. she wanted reminders that she belonged to him, so she often found herself making her mouth busy with his fingers. sam always thought of it fondly, something his girl needed to feel safe, so he never argued against it.

“be good for me tonight, princess,” he whispers, and she looks at him with stars in her eyes.

her hand grabs his, gently removing his thumb from her mouth. “always, daddy,” she smiles.

he guides her to their bed, gently laying her down on her back. his fingers graced her thighs so lightly that she almost didn’t feel it, but she knew sam wanted her to be naked, all his. she nods at sam who is looming over her, and he delicately strips her of her tight black jeans. her hips buck at his touch, desperate for him to do more. his lips meet her bare thighs, jeans discarded on the ground. while he kisses her thighs, she tugs at his cotton t-shirt, and he pulls it over his head in seconds, adding it to the pile of disregarded, useless clothes on the floor. her fingers intertwine in his hair as his warmth radiates onto the neediest parts of her body. sam bites hickies onto her inner thighs, mouth so close to where she wants him most.

“daddy,” she moans, fingers tightening around his hair. “please, need you.”

he smirks and continues to kiss everywhere but behind her lacy lingerie. “that bad?” his fingers trace around her wet lingerie, proving that she wants nothing more. he presses more kisses to her thighs. “want these off.”

she giggles as she bucks her hips, helping sam pull the wet, lacy lingerie down her legs. her hands clamp back into sam’s hair, pulling as he finally exposes her. he pulls her legs over his shoulders so he can angle her perfectly. his tongue finds her wet heat, and he hears a loud moan from the submissive girl.

she tries to pull him closer by his hair. “daddy, more, please,” she whines, moaning more as sam’s fingers touch her clit.

“gonna finger fuck you while we play with that new toy,” sam mutters, pulling away from the pleading girl. her legs lay against the mattress again, her chest moving quickly. she tries to keep sam as close to her as possible, even as he opens the box of the vibrator. her hands are too distracting, so be grabs her face with his large, warm hand, forcing her to look at him. “slow down, pretty girl,” he whispers. her eyes glisten back, a small whine passing her lips. “daddy’s gonna take care of you, just slow down.”

his hand moves from her face, and she follows his body, sitting up to stay close to him. she’s sitting in front of him as he opens the box, his long fingers opening it as quick as possible. his hand wraps around the vibe so easily, and in her lovesick gaze, she drools. her spit falls onto his hand, sliding onto the toy. he looks at her. “my dumb, pretty princess,” he says.

her large doe eyes meet his again, lips glistening. she quickly tries to dry her mouth, close to muttering small apologies under her breath, but sam kisses her before she can. he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls as they kiss, bringing her onto his jean covered thigh. without direction, her arms wrap around sam’s neck as she humps his thigh, desperate beyond belief.

“want to use this on you, pretty girl,” sam mutters as his lips graze her skin. she replies with breathy pleas, laying back down so sam can take advantage of her.

he smirks as he sits above her again. he turns the toy on, pleasant that it comes pre-charged. her hips buck at the noise of the vibe, mouth falling open again. sam is gentle as he watches his angel’s face fall open from the pleasure of the toy against her clit. she’s loud and moaning for sam to finger her, and he does without objection. two of his long fingers stretch her hole, gaining short moans from the girl underneath him. he feels his cock throb in his jeans, desperate to have one of her holes taking it. her hand rests on his neck, bringing his face close to hers. her mouth falls open, and sam's cock throbs again.

"my whore," he mutters, looking into her sparkly doe eyes.

she nods, moaning a "yes, daddy," and sticking her tongue out.

sam kisses her cheek before spitting in her mouth, knowing that her desperation calls for any form of sam inside of her. she happily swallows and puts her face in his neck as her fingers her faster.

“daddy,” she moans against his neck. “need you- need you, please.”

he laughs a little to embarrass her, feeling her respond to him with another jolt of her hips. his fingers are sliding in and out of her with ease, wetness soaking them.

“of course, princess,” he says, removing his fingers from her. “stay put.”

she watches him, lacking stimulation. the toy is on the bed next to her and sam’s fingers are busy undoing his jeans. she moves her hips as she watches him take his cock out. it takes everything in her not to grab at him and put his cock in her mouth, but he asked her to stay put, and she always listens to him. he lays back down on top of her, and her arms wrap around his neck again. they kiss messily, both of them focusing on sam’s cock being inside her. she hasn’t felt this needy in a long time, and sam knows that it’s embarrassing her a little bit, but he remedies it by kissing all over her neck as he slides into her. her hands move to his back, and her black, sharp nails scratch at his back. they moan, the feelings of pain and pleasure mixing together. sam presses his face into her neck as her hands pull at his hair, begging for him to be as deep in her as he possibly can be.

“wan’,” she starts, being cut off by a moan.

“what babygirl?” sam asks, stilling his thrusts. he looks into her sparkly doe eyes, and she blushes.

“wan’ ride you,” she whispers, her hands tight in his hair. sam moans and kisses her deeply, sitting up and helping her adjust on top of him.

she giggles as she places her hands on sam’s shoulders, taking in just how buff and defined sam’s body is. she nuzzles into his neck, kissing it and pleading, “please breed me, daddy.”

sam moans as she rides him, leaving fingerprints in her hips as he helps her. her head tilts back, loud moans leaving her mouth as sam moves his hand from her hip to her back, skillfully undoing her lacy bra in one quick motion. he sucks at her nipples, making her clench around his cock. she grabs his hair, desperate to be as close to him as possible.

he uses his free hand to find the vibrator, placing it delicately into her clit as she bounces on his cock. her moans grow louder, arms wrapping around sam’s neck as he purrs praises into her hair that would give a priest a heart attack.

“daddy,” she whines, “daddy, please.” her black eye makeup is smudged from the small amount of tears leaving her eyes, the pleasure almost too much for her.

“what do you need baby?” sam asks, forcing his cock deeper into her hole.

“please,” she begs, clenching around his cock again. “need your cock in me as deep as possible,” she breathes out, trying to push down farther. she kisses his mouth hard and sloppy before putting her mouth near his ear and whispering, “please breed your little girl.”

sam moans loudly at the slutty plead, feeling his cock stiffen in her hole. he knows he’s close, so he turns up the speed on the vibrator so she feels the same. she pulls at his hair more, begging to have him cum in her.

“daddy,” she cries, more tears escaping her eyes. sam looks at her pretty face, growing closer to cumming when he sees her smeared makeup. “daddy, please, just cum in me!”

his hand finds its way around her throat, disregarding the vibrator and focusing on the notion of her head rush. his hand squeezes as he tells her to cum, and she does, crying loudly for sam to breed her.

with one more clench of her hole around his cock, he can feel his cock pulsing, cum pouring out and into her. she rocks more on him to savour the feeling of being full, her mouth hanging open and drooling onto his chest from pleasure. he tilts his head back, his hand leaving her throat and moving to her thighs to massage them while she sits on his cock in full bliss.

her hands move to his chest, resting them on there while we moves her up and off of his cock. he kisses her neck and down to her shoulders before she slumps against him, cuddling him closely.

“thank you,” she whispers.

he smiles down at her, pushing her hair out of her eyes as she shuts them to drown out the light from the side table’s lamp. “you’re welcome, angel. thank you.”

she only nods, her mouth beginning to fall open as her body falls slack from the intensity. sam smiles to himself, knowing that she’s quick to fall asleep after sex. he props up a pillow to take his place, laying her down onto it while he gets the essentials.

he’s quick to dress himself in a new pair of black boxers and a large thrifted t-shirt, curtesy of his angel. he leaves the room, turning down the hall lights in the bunker before refilling her comfort water bottle with ice cold water in the kitchen. he makes sure he’s quiet, hoping dean doesn’t hear him now and didn’t hear them all night. he makes his way back to his bedroom with no sign of dean, and quickly, yet quietly, shuts the bedroom door.

he notices her sat up in bed with the throw blanket wrapped around her, her hair messy and her makeup smudged even more. he smiles softly at her.

“here, baby,” he whispers, passing her the water bottle. “drink while i pick out a shirt for you.”

she smiles back, hoping the smudged eyeliner doesn’t make her look like a circus freak. she watches sam intently choose one of his soft t-shirts for her, and she feels her heart warm up when he chooses a purple graphic t-shirt. it’s so worn that anyone else could barely tell what was on it, but she remembers the purple dog shirt from their freshman year of college. her heart is still swelling when he hands the shirt to her, pressing a kiss to her head.

“arms up,” he mutters, and she follows his direction, happy when the shirt falls over her. he crouches down, holding her face in his hands. “you did so well for me, angel.”

she smiles the best she can, placing her hands over his much larger ones. “thank you.”

he kisses her again before grabbing a makeup wipe from the bedside table, carefully undoing all of the hard work on her face from the morning. she smiles as sam cups her face with one hand and gently rubs off her makeup with the other. “don’t forget to do this properly in the morning so it doesn’t look like i jumped your guts,” sam teases, and she nods, looking up at him with her relatively makeup free eyes.

he smiles at her again, tossing the wipe onto the side table and reaching for the second drawer to find a towel to wipe up her thighs. she offers to do it herself, but sam shakes his head, pressing more soft kisses to her thighs as he wipes up what he can.

their hearts pound with love and admiration for one another, the feeling only growing stronger as he lays down beside her and invites her to rest her head on his chest. she presses kisses to his body, all the way up to his lips, muttering a small loving compliment. he rubs her back as they fall asleep, both of them drifting off to sleep in the pitch black darkness of their chilly bedroom.

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"Smell that, it's wet grass and smoke in my hair"⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Chapter 2

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Summary: Where the basketball team's tryouts start and Ao'nung tries (and fails) to be friendly with Neteyam. And Lo'ak tries (successfully) to be in good terms with Tsireya.

Notes: I realized Ao'nung and Tsireya don't have official last names so I googled Māori last names for them! (Te Kauwhata)

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The days have gone by and the Sully kids have been meeting new people and basically just getting used to this new school and new life. Their school day was over so they were at home, Neteyam and Tuk were playing with her dolls and now got interrupted by Lo'ak and Kiri being yelled at because they took Jake's car to go to the mall without asking.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away the Te Kauwhata siblings just did an skincare routine and now they were chatting while Tsireya rebraided Ao'nung's hair.

"So," Tsireya spoke "Tell me about your week" She was focused on the small braids she was doing.

"Hmmm, the first day of school I was with Koro and Nash when we saw the weirdest chick" He laughed at the memory, but his sister pulled his hair. "Ouch!"

"Don't be a skxawnk."

"Alright, alright" he sighed and rolled his eyes, "As I was saying, she was talking to plants... maybe she was high or something, or maybe she's insane."

"Get to the point!" His sister really didn't like when he made fun of people.

"Well, we were laughing at her and then this guy just… appeared out of nowhere and pushed me and told me to back off." his voice sounded so offended it made his sister chuckle.

"As he should." she smiled

"Then, we were playing basketball and he joined us 'cause Rotxo invited him… and it was like he was Kobe Bryant's reincarnation because holy fuck."

"Is he going to the tryouts?"

"I think so 'cause everyone started praising him and he seemed like a puppy being told he's a good boy" He sounded annoyed and Tsireya just laughed at the comparison.

"That's adorable" Ao'nung was scandalized, he could be so dramatic sometimes.

"No it's not! he must be so full of himself, I bet he thinks he's the shit" He said as he crossed his arms on his chest.

"Don't be so childish, if he's good maybe you could learn from him" hearing that immediately put her brother on the defensive.

"I said he's good but he's not better than me!"

"You literally just compared him with Kobe Bryant."

"I'm LeBron James then." Tsireya laughed as she finished his brother's hair, offering him a mirror to take a look

"Alright LeBron, your hair is ready, now would you care to paint my nails?" Ao'nung looked at himself satisfied with his looks, he put the mirror down and put a pillow on his lap to start painting Tsireya's nails

"Which color? Oh, look, I bought you this shimmery top coat" he picked the small bottle from his nightstand and gave it to his sister who looked at it with excitement.

"It's so pretty! thank you 'Nung! I want it with white." He smiled at his little sister's reaction. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was so protective of her he would do anything to see her happy.

And he noticed this days that she wasn't her usual radiant self, she seemed anxious and he knew what was the reason.

"I noticed Lo'ak is at school, I guess you don't like that, do you?" His eyes were focused on painting her nails correctly and not her fingers, but he could hear Tsireya's sigh

"It's not that I don't like it… it's just, it makes it all difficult now" Ao'nung stopped and looked his sister with a side eye.

"What you mean?" he actually didn't wanna hear the answer. "Do you still like him?"

Tsireya avoided eye contact "Well… yeah I do." Ao'nung pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

"But he's an asshole!"

"I know! I know! But it was easier to ignore him when he lived farther, But now…" Ao'nung didn't like this at all, he closed the nail polish bottle.

"Be honest, are you planning on getting back together with him?" She thought about it for a moment

"I'm not planning it, and actually i'm trying to avoid him but I can't say that i'm not going back with him if things work out for us" Ao'nung couldn't believe it, he laughed ironically and Tsireya held his arm to get his attention back. "He's not a bad person 'Nung. He was an asshole, yes, but he didn't meant to hurt me on purpose"

"I just… I always remember when you were crying on your birthday because he completely forgot about it, you know?" Tsireya looked at him with puppy eyes, which made Ao'nung remember how he felt that day. "We made you the prettiest party at the beach with all your friends and… seeing how easily he could ruin your day… it made me so angry."

"'Nung..." Her heart ached after hearing and remembering that. Ao'nung held her hands tightly.

"Look, who you date is your decision. But i'm your big brother, I have to protect you, so if that idiot makes you shed even one tear again, I'll kill him, alright" Tsireya nodded, looking down with some tears in her face "Don't cry, everything is fine." He hugged her tightly and petted her hair

"I love you 'Nung" her voiced cracked a little bit which made Ao'nung laugh

"Alright I love you too, now let me finish your nails and then I'll go make some pancakes 'cause i'm fucking starving.

It was the evening and the sports teams tryouts started, first it was basketball, then soccer and then volleyball. All the boys were warming up while the coach and Ao'nung checked some things before starting.

Ao'nung was told to give the boys some water, so he took a bottle and went to Neteyam first

"Hi" a smug grin adorned the Metkayina boy's face at all times, which made Neteyam feel uneasy. "Neteyam, right?" he offered the blue bottle which was received with doubt.

"Uhm, yes, and thank you" the Omaticaya boy thanked respectfully and walked the other way, but a pair of blue eyes followed him playfully

"I'm Ao'nung by the way, i'm the captain of the team" Neteyam turned around to see him.

"You are the captain?" He emphasized the «You», the other boy looked at him confused.

"Yeah, is there something wrong with that?" the question slightly offended him.

"Well, I mean, I didn't know you could bully other kids and still be in the school's team" he crossed his arms in his chest.

"What the hell are you talking about, forest boy?" He tried to use that nickname to tease and trying to annoy Neteyam, at that point, people were talking in the hallways about the new kids and where they came from; the forest. But Neteyam remained unbothered.

"Oh so you don't even remember now? how you and your friends were bullying my sister last week?" Now he remembered, the girl who was talking to plants the first day of school was Neteyam's sister.

"I didn't know you both were siblings-" the Omaticaya just ignored him.

"it's disgusting how you can just treat people like shit and then just forget about it like it's nothing." he shook his head and walked away, almost making Ao'nung feel guilty.

For a moment Ao'nung just stood there dazed, nobody has ever confronted him like that. He was popular, a heartthrob, the captain of the team… People who didn't liked or wanted him simply just ignored his presence, or at least they tried, but nobody has told him something like that before.

He came down to Pandora once the coach indicated that the tryouts were beginning, everyone got to their positions to start.

The basketball tryouts ended as the volleyball team installed their net. The boys changed their clothes, without showering of course, boys will be boys, and then they went to their homes.

Neteyam was outside waiting for Lo'ak to gather his stuff, and also to breathe some fresh air. He knew he was a good player, but so were the other students. His anxiety and negative thoughts were overflowing his mind but he tried to keep it down by breathing exercises. But everything was fucked when he saw Ao'nung walking towards him.

Neteyam's mind raced with thoughts, Ao'nung was right next to the coach the whole time, he also was the team captain, he probably knew if he got into the team or not, he had to have some idea.

"Are you going home now, forest boy?" Neteyam nodded with a frown "Well, get rest, I bet you're tired" he patted his shoulder, and sighed, which instantly worried Neteyam "You're a good player, better luck next time" he started walking, leaving an anxious mess behind him

"Wait! wait!" it honestly surprised Ao'nung feeling such an aggressive grip on his shoulder, making him stop and turn around to meet the agitated Omaticaya. "What do you mean?! what are you talking about?"

"What? I just wished you better luck next time, if you wanna go to the tryouts after holidays" that stupid grin never left ao'nung's face, and it was driving him insane

but for an instant, that sassy facade tumbled when Neteyam's grip on ao'nung's shoulders loosened

"That means i'm not on the team?" those big disappointed amber eyes almost, almost, made Ao'nung feel guilty "But I worked so hard… Dad is gonna be disappointed" he thought out loud and then looked up into the light blue eyes "Are you sure I didn't made it? did the coach tell you?"

"i'm sorry, it is what it is" Neteyam looked at the ground feeling very disappointed on himself. He wanted to stay at the school's parking lot for the rest of his life if it meant he wouldn't have to see his father's disappointment.

Jake used to play basketball with them since they were little, and after they found out that Jake played the sport on his school's team when he was a teenager, it made them instantly want to join their school's team to be just like their dad

"Alright, see you tomorrow then" he turned around and started to walk back to the school entrance to wait for Lo'ak, but then he heard his name being called by Ao'nung behind him. Confused, neteyam turned around to see the boy holding back his laugh.

"Of course you are on the team, are you kidding me? you were literally the best of them, I was just messing with you" he didn't expect the frown forming on the boy's face, Neteyam didn't think it was funny at all

"You're an asshole" he said almost like a growl and walked passed him angrily and pushing him with his shoulder, right when Lo'ak finally was back, witnessing the scene.

"What did you do to him?" Lo'ak confronted the taller boy by pushing him, to which Ao'nung got pissed, he wasn't really fond of Lo'ak.

"Mind your own business, Sully" He picked his things and walked the other way, pushing Lo'ak back with his arm.

"Fuck you, man!" He would have started a fight with him, but he thought it was probably better to go and reach Neteyam, it also wasn't a good idea because if he wanted to get Tsireya back maybe he shouldn't fight with her brother, even though he just wanted to punch that fish face.

He almost ran behind Neteyam until he reached his side, watching him still with slightly furrowed brows and a pout.

"'Teyam" he looked at his little brother, his eyes widened realizing he forgot to actually wait for him, "I saw you with Ao'nung, what happened?" Neteyam didn't like to see his brother worried for him, so he offered a smile to show that it wasn't something serious.

"Nothing, he's just an asshole, that's all" his hand now was on top of Lo'ak's braids.

"Yeah, he's a pain in the ass, I can't believe Reya and him are siblings" his older brother looked at him surprised.

"Wait, they are related? him and Tsireya share the same blood? there's no way" Lo'ak nodded.

"They are like polar opposites, he's like her evil twin, and he also doesn't like me so, it's way worse."

"I pity you."

The first week of school has passed, and Tsireya has avoided Lo'ak at all costs.

Now, it's not like she doesn't like him, she does, still does, and she knows if Lo'ak asked her for anything, she would say yes, and she hated it, it made her feel weak because he had her on the palm of his hand (which he didn't knew), so the best is to avoid him the best she could.

She had a big heart and loved so deeply, but when they were dating, she didn't feel all that love back, and to be honest it was a bit exhausting, she almost felt dumb liking him so much when there wasn't the same in return.

They lived in different cities at that time so they couldn't go out very often, and when they were out he would sometimes leave her early to hang out with his friends, or he would forget about things that were really important to her, like her cheerleading championship. Maybe he just didn't like her that much, so she decided that breaking up was probably the best option they had.

But now, they were attending the same school and living in the same city, making it more difficult to avoid him, but she tried her best.

She had cheerleading practice after school, so once it was over she took a quick shower before picking her stuff and walking outside the gym with her friends

When she saw him.

Lo'ak's heart ached when he looked at her, she was just as beautiful as always, even more when she laughed with her friends, making him feel guilty when that smile faded away once she saw him. Her friends noticed and left them to have privacy, but it made her feel cornered.

"Lo'ak... what are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you, baby" She sighed at the nickname.

"Lo'ak..." he shook his head, to then correct himself.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry I can't help it." She avoided eye contact at all costs, her restless hands played with the zipper of her bag.

"Well, anyway, there's nothing to talk about." She started walking and Lo'ak followed her, he wouldn't let her go again.

"Yes, there is!" They walked at a fast pace. "I miss you, Reya, and i'm sorry, I was an asshole who didn't know how to treat a girl like you." A sarcastic chuckle escaped from her lips

"Oh I know that, you don't have to tell me" She kept avoided eye contact, because she knew she would fall for him all over again if she looked onto those heavy lidded amber eyes

"-But i've changed, I fucked up and I realize that" he walked faster to stop face to face in front of her. "And I really, really miss you, Reya" She looked to the side and took a deep breath.

"Lo'ak, you can... Say all you want, you could say that you love me and that you'll give me the moon and the stars…" finally she looked up, teal and amber meeting "And I want to believe it… But I need to see it"

"Baby I promise you I will be a hundred times better, I won't be so careless again, you deserve so much more, I'll be the best boyfriend you'll ever have if you just give me another ch-" his words flowed like water, no, like a full on river, and his eyes were about to do the same thing if he kept talking with a knot in his throat.

"Lo, don't waste your words, I don't need them" She could feel the sadness through his eyes, she was so empathetic she hated it sometimes. "I'll believe you if you can prove it to me. If you prove that i'm worth something to you, then, I'll give you a chance, only if your actions can assure me that it's safe to give you my heart again."

"You're my princess" Lo'ak took the risk and held her hands "And I'll make sure you won't doubt about it" he felt a tear falling from his eye so he looked down to make it go unnoticed "I don't ever wanna be the reason you're sad again."

it broke her heart seeing him being so vulnerable knowing it embarrassed him, so, she had a good feeling about their future. Tsireya wiped his tear with her thumb and looked into his eyes "I'll see you tomorrow then." She smiled softly at him and left.

When the girl was far enough, he wiped his tears and grabbed his phone to text Neteyam.

«Can you come pick me up?????»

«suck my dick»

approximately ten minutes after, Neteyam was at the school's parking lot in their dad's car with a brown paper bag in his lap, Lo'ak got in the car and they started their way back home.

"You're lucky I was at the drive through, I got you some chicken nuggets" Lo'ak smiled and opened the bag his brother handed him.

"Bro this ain't chicken nuggets" the younger brother furrowed his eyebrows, picking one little fried piece "they just gave you lots of hash browns"

"Are you kidding me? don't fuck with me while i'm driving bro I could crash the car"

"I swear 'Teyam this is just a bunch of hash browns" they stopped at a red light and Neteyam aggressively registered his order, confirming there wasn't a single chicken nugget in that bag.

"I'm gonna kill myself I swear" As the light changed to green, Lo'ak looked at his brother with a worried look on his face.

"Bro don't say that while you're driving"

once they got home, the first thing they did was giving Tuk, their baby sister, the hash browns Neteyam accidentally bought, she seemed really happy with it unlike her brothers.

The older brother checked his phone and went to the kitchen looking for his apron,

Lo'ak followed him and sat on the kitchen counter.

"Mom won't be home for another hour so i'll cook dinner" he picked some vegetables and the cutting board "Now, tell me about your talk with Tsireya"

"What?" Kiri entered the kitchen, sitting down at the other end of the counter, Neteyam hissed.

"Why can't you guys sit on chairs like normal people?" he moved the vegetables closer to him, his siblings just ignored him of course.

"you finally had the balls to talk to her?" Lo'ak rolled his eyes.

"Yeah" he looked down at his hands while he fiddled with his fingers "She didn't wanna talk to me at first though" Kiri chuckled sarcastically.

"Well no shit."

"Kiri" Neteyam warned her, he didn't want his siblings fighting when he was cooking in between them

"What? I mean, of course she wouldn't wanna talk to you, she broke up with you to begin with, and it was for a good reason if you ask me."

"Kiri has a point though" He briefly looked at Lo'ak "You were careless, not always, but… Yeah" now he picked the chopped vegetables and put them in a pan with hot oil.

"I did care about her, but living in different cities also was a factor to our breakup" Kiri looked at him.

"Bro, on you forgot her birthday and sneaked out to a party the same day, she felt like shit. You could've at least texted her" Lo'ak hid his face in his hands.

"I didn't forgot her birthday! I thought it was the next day!" Neteyam was back on the counter, now with a raw chicken breast and a big knife.

"Well, let's not just focus on the negative things, cause' it's clear that you fucked up" he cut the chicken in small cubes, the way Tuk liked it. "Remember when she came to the house and you guys cooked cinnamon rolls?" Lo'ak smiled longingly.

"That was a good day."

"It wasn't a good day for me, I couldn't sleep in peace that night" Kiri made a disgusted face at that memory.

"Me neither, but aside from that" now he put the chicken cubes in the hot pan with the vegetables "You were attentive and caring with her and spent almost the whole day cooking together and all that cutesy stuff that couples do." He added soy sauce now. "I'm not saying you should be twenty-four seven sticked next to her, but you should make her feel like she's being listened to and that you enjoy spending time with her" Lo'ak nodded at his words.

"Yeah, yeah you're right!"

"How do you know so much if you never dated someone?" Kiri asked intrigued, Neteyam put the lid on the pan while he took off his apron.

"I don't have time for dating" he set a timer and walked out of the kitchen "You guys set the table, I have to brush TukTuk's hair!"

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peachy-deaths · 2 years

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I read Ur Elvis FICS and I love love it 💕💕❤️

I was wondering if you could a another one(⁠;⁠;⁠;⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠)

I kidda like an heart breaker reader and lovesick player elvis dynamic

lovesick blues: yandere Austin!Elvis

{i hope this is good! I wrote this last night while the power was out bc of the hurricane lol also I'm so glad you like my other writing!! it really means a lot to hear ppl enjoy my stuff}

the small field that had been renovated into a fairground was bustling with workers, everyone scrambling to set their booths up and doing their last practices for their nightly act. tonight was slightly tenser than usual, the stress of a new musical act weighing on everyone as schedules got shifted and the tech crew had to learn a whole new routine in a few hours.

nestled on the edge grounds was a smaller tent, the purple and red striped fabric faded from years of usage. inside the small temporary room was a lot more inviting, decorated with various candles, crystals, and ropes of colorful beads.

a lone figure stood inside, carefully lighting the candles “so ya can see the future?” the sudden voice made them jump, turning to look at a pink clothed man “..no.. I give readings- when the fair is open, which it’s not, meaning you’re trespassing” they said it with more snap than they meant to, the shock of being snuck up on still wearing off. the man throw up his hands, giving a small apologetic smile “sorry, I was just lookin around and saw your tent- I’m Elvis, I'm uh the new act” their face softened at that, giving him a nod “still not a good idea to sneak up in people like that”

they went back to lighting their candles, expecting the man to go wonder elsewhere to go startled someone else with his snooping “so..what kinda readin’s do ya do?” their shoulders slumped but they continued with getting their tent ready, not feeling like missing time to be open due to some new act pointing around in curiosity “it’s hard to explain- just people I guess..most the time I pretend to look at their palms just for the novelty of it” they glanced at him to see his reaction, which was a nod and a face of uncertainty.

“you don’t believe me?” “What? no- I mean..my mama always said people like ya are shams” (y/n) let out a small laugh, nodding their head “smart woman” they paused, lighting one more candle before waving the match out and turning towards him “lemme give you a reading, sit” they gestured towards the chair opposite to the one they sat down in, waiting patiently for him to sit down before holding their hand out “give me your hand”

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they were all he could think about since that first meeting, his fingers tracing over the lines they ‘read’ during nights he couldn’t get to sleep. they could see right through him, yet always stared into his eyes with their mesmerizing ones, like they’d lose the ability to see him at any moment if they looked away.

it didn’t take long for their reputation to reach him, word traveling fast within such a small and close-knit group. at first, he refused to believe it, but when he was nearly trampled by a sobbing woman running from a (y/n) who just stared at him like nothing happened. it undeniably, they had less than desirable relationship habits, making someone feel like they were soulmates and they loved them more than anything only to break it off come time for the carnival to leave because they ‘just weren’t feeling it anymore'

but he knew the truth, he felt it too, the road was lonely and he gave in to the fans knocking on his motel door just to push aside that emptiness that came with being far from home. he just knew if he could convince them to be with him those feelings would disappear, both of them. the thing that got in the way of him confessing every time they bumped into each other was that (y/n) didn’t date within the acts, something he learned from hank snow’s son.

so he made a plan, if he just spent time with them he knew they’d eventually feel the connection and look past their rule. unfortunately, that time he spent hanging around them was mostly just watching them check out and flirt with others, which lit a jealous-fueled fire inside him.

(y/n) on the other hand, was enjoying it, they had never had someone to hang out with like Elvis. all the other acts held obvious distaste towards their relationships but it was like Elvis understand, they knew he had a crush on them, his body language just screamed it but he still was fine with them, it felt nice to finally have a friend.

“what about him?” they nodded over towards a brown-haired man that had spent an embarrassing amount of money trying to beat a ring toss game “he’s kinda cute..right?” “uh..sure.. I guess..not too coordinated” (y/n) rolled their eyes at his criticism “yeah, well I’m not picking him for my dodge ball team” they looked him over, corking a brow at his odd behavior “you’re acting weird..you didn’t try eating Dorothy's cooking again, did you?” they smirked slightly at the small inside joke of a tease, wanting to laugh at even just the recollection of the time Elvis learned the hard lesson that it’s better to eat outside of camp then to attempt to eat the old camp cook’s food. “wha- no..I just..ya wanna go on the Ferris wheel?” “oh um..sure”

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there was a knot in their stomach as they stared down at the ground that slowly got further away, being reminded why they didn’t get on this thing more often as the cart shook slightly “(y/n)-“ Elvis cleared his throat and it dawned on them why he asked them to go up here with him, dread filling their stomach “-I ain’t too sure where to start to be honest..listen I just wanted to tell you..“ “Elvis-“ “no, let me talk, please. ever since I met you, I’ve loved you and I don’t think I can go much longer without cha being mine” his hand fell into their knee, they’re body stiff and an awkward, half apologetic smile formed on their face.

“Elvis.. I appreciate but I don’t date other workers..or even other people, I'm not the kinda person for long-term relationships..we’d both end up hurt and it would so mess-“ “darlin’ all I want is a chance! we’re made for each other! I just needa show you!” his grip on their knee tightened slightly making them grab his wrist in an attempt to remove it “no, I don’t like you like that, my answer is no.” he sighed, releasing their knee and melting into the Ferris wheel cart’s seat.

“I really didn’t wanna say this..but..if you don’t give me a chance, I’ll have the coronel fire ya” “wh-what!” he nodded, giving them a hurt puppy look that almost made them forget that it was him who blackmailing them “he wants me to be the main act..if ya don’t lemme take you on a date, I’ll tell him I’m walking if you’re staying” they searched his face and body language for any signs of it being a bluff, tears starting to form “you’d seriously put me out of work over me rejecting you?” “baby, i don’t want to, but we’re meant to be together and if that’s what it takes” they weighed their non-existent opinions, tears starting to spill before they nodded “fine” he gave them a smile that they could only compare to the devil’s and cupped their face, wiping away the tears “you’ll feel it soon sweetheart, ya just gotta gimme a chance” with that he gave them the kiss he’d been dreaming about since they met, the cart rocking slightly at his movements.

#austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #yandere elvis #yandere!elvis x reader

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sasusakucoded · 6 months

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Sakura is a junior high student doing a part-time job at the newly built library. To encourage the villagers to come and use the facility, they hired people that will read stories, do spoken poetry, and do other things to entertain the visitors at certain schedules. Sakura reports for work after her class at 5 PM.

Her favorite thing to do is to recite her self-written poems that are sweet and sometimes thought-provoking. The villagers frequent the library around late afternoon just to see her perform. They like her delivery and the message of her poetry.

Three weeks in and Sakura becomes more confident with her presentation. She likes the fact that everyone seems to appreciate her work. Happy audience makes her happy. Until she notices a student who has never clapped for her like the others.

From the logbook, she knows a few details about the guy. His name is Uchiha Sasuke and he goes to the library daily at 4:30 PM and stays until 6 PM. He usually borrows books about mystery and Science.

His ignorance motivates Sakura to write more poems with deeper meaning. Every day she checks for his reaction. And every day she gets upset because he doesn't even lift his head to see what's going on.

Sakura starts to get frustrated. Are her poems not worthy of his few minutes? Does he hate library performances in general? Are his readings that important to keep his eyes locked on them? These thoughts bother Sakura.

There are only few junior high schools in their village and she realizes that she does not know where he studies. "Maybe he's an outsider.. But it's odd to go here everyday if he's not from here. There's a logo around his arm but I can't see it clearly from where I sit," she wonders.

She takes note of his uniform and opens her laptop to search for it. She sees 3 schools but none of them has the same uniform as his. She scrolls down further and sees the schools from another category. "Special Education.. Konoha School for the Deaf?" Sakura feels bad for being upset at someone without knowing his situation. "That's probably the reason why he never spoke with any of the library goers."

From then on, she stays for another hour at the library after her performance to read books about sign language. She tries hard to learn it as fast as she can by reading and watching videos. She makes poems specifically for him. She's not sure why she's exerting this much effort for someone she doesn't even know but it makes her happy somehow.

Now every time she's at the library, she makes sure that she sits where she can see him. She likes it when he's so serious reading a book then he smiles all of a sudden. Before leaving, she borrows the book that he's currently reading, curious of what it is about. "What are you doing, Sakura?" This thought comes to her mind every now and then but she still keeps her routine of learning for and about him all the same.

When she's confident enough to perform her piece, she asks a teacher from Sasuke's school to check her signing. The teacher is very fond of Sakura, especially after learning why she's doing it. "Ah, Uchiha Sasuke is our top student. He's kind but he's always alone. You know, it's harder for deaf and mute people to make friends, so he'd rather study during his spare time. I'm glad that someone his age is taking interest in sign language to talk to him. I support you fully."

The next day, the set-up for the performance is prepared differently. The main lights are turned off, only illuminating the mini stage and Sasuke's usual seat. Because of this, Sasuke has no choice but to look where Sakura is standing.

Sakura waves at him and he nods. She starts her poem using sign language. Sasuke is shocked and amazed at the same time. He has never felt that happy before. How can a stranger make him feel that way just by doing sign language?

I don't want to swim on the surface anymore I never want to pretend again that I know you completely Let me dive deep inside you Take me in Allow me to look into your secrets Make me feel every breath I take Make me crave for it more Carry me to your darker side Where you are afraid to allow anyone Pull me deep inside Make me one of your secrets

He stands up and signs to her, "you did well! That's beautiful!"

Everyone claps for Sakura but at that moment she only sees him. The audience goes back to what they're doing but Sakura's eyes are still glued onto Sasuke.

He smiles at her and motions to sit with him if she's done. She follows suit and he immediately thanks her for the poem.

"That's a really meaningful poem. Thank you very much. I'm Uchiha Sasuke."

"Nice to finally meet you, Sasuke. I'm really gald uou liked it. I'm Haruno Sakura. I perform here every 5 PM."

"Sakura.. That's a beautiful name.. So, when did you learn sign language, Sakura?"

#sasusaku #sasusaku fanfic #sasusaku au #sscoded no 232

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carolinaboy34 · 1 year

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Sauna

I was sitting on the upper level with my eyes closed, concentrating on relaxing and letting my muscles calm down after a pretty intense workout when I felt a hand slide up my left thigh. I slowly opened my eyes to see my Biology professor, Dr. Karnes, staring at me and waiting for my reaction. It was a big bet - he knew that if I said anything it would mean the end of his career. He also knew I was gay, so he probably figured it was worth the gamble. I didn’t really react or say anything, I just spread my legs a little wider and slid down a little on my seat.

The gym at school is world-class, and all of the students are allowed to join for free. Members of the community can join as well, but the cost is really high. Many of the students joined, mainly in hopes of preventing the “freshman fifteen” from destroying their high school physiques, but after a few months not many kept up their routines. We had reached a time in the year where only the die-hards continued to go, so we had developed a pretty tight community. It was weird when someone came at a different time than they normally do - we all had a pretty regular routine.

So I was surprised to see Dr. Karnes there this afternoon when I was working in the weight area. I’d already done my running around the indoor track, surveyed the people there and was working in the dumb bell area when I saw him running around the track. I’d always thought he was an attractive older man. He taught in the Biology department and was a tenured professor focusing on cellular biology and genetics. I’d already taken Bio 1 and 2 from him, and I was going to take Genetics next semester. We had talked a lot during the school year and gotten to know each other pretty well. He was married and had a couple of grown kids and had been teaching for a long time - upwards of 25 years. Being tenured, he really didn’t have much to worry about as far as job security, but the school was rocked by a scandal last year where a professor got a student pregnant and decided to marry her. So, most professors were on their best behavior after going through all of the fraternization training the school suddenly required.

He didn’t really say much while he was in the gym, just the usual hellos. I finished my work-out and headed to the locker room, getting out of my work-out clothes and grabbing my towel to head to the sauna. I really enjoyed the time in the sauna - it was usually pretty quiet and allowed me to meditate and relax in the enveloping warmth of the steam. Everyone had heard stories about activity in the sauna at the gym, but I had never experienced anything but relaxation.

I was in my own world on the upper tier of seats, so I didn’t pay any attention when I heard the door open. I didn’t even open my eyes but continued to just relax. When I felt the hand contact my left inner thigh and start to slide up toward my hip, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Dr. Karnes staring at me. The steam was thick, so you couldn’t see much past your immediate area, so I couldn’t tell if anyone else was in the room or not. When I spread my legs a little wider and slid down, it was a silent consent for him to proceed.

He slid up further until his fingertips came in contact with my balls, which he then took in his hands and slowly pulled on them, his fingers forming a small circle above my balls to give excellent traction to my sac. I love to have them played with and instantly got hard under his pressure. I remained still and didn’t otherwise react much to him, only sliding a little further down and rolled my head to the side. He opened my towel, which then fell to my sides. I was exposed to anyone if they entered the room, which excited me further. He reached up, grabbed my hardon and stroked it lightly, while he continued to pull and squeeze on my balls. He was able to elicit a slight moan from me involuntarily, which spurred him to lean over and take my shaft into his mouth and suck the head, still pulling on my sac, which he used as a sort of handle to pull me down further on the seat.

I was laying on the upper tier with my back on the seat, my legs holding up my lower body hovering over the lower tier, with Dr. Karnes in between my legs sucking my dick and pulling on my balls. His mouth was obviously very experienced as he took me in, using his tongue, lips, teeth, and throat to drive me crazy and bring me to the edge of orgasm. His continued traction on my balls while his excellent sucking drove me over the edge and I shot my load into his mouth, which was quickly swallowed down.

He never took his hands off my ball sac but continued to pull on them and dragged my body down the upper tier until I was sitting in his lap. He’d taken his towel off, and his erection was trapped up against his belly by my taint. His dick was impressively thick and average length with a narrow head above a widening, smooth shaft. He had a healthy pubic hair bush which I felt tickling against my taint as I sat on his lap. I was still in my post-orgasmic state of stupor when he tried to raise me up and push his dick down under me, so I raised up with my hands on his knees and allowed his dick to get down under me and rub against my hole.

He spit on his hand and reached down to rub it against my taint and his dick, slicking it up before raising me up with his left hand on my ass and using his right to direct his dick to my hole. I relaxed some more and flexed my hole against the head of his dick, kissing the glans with my anal ring, before dropping my weight down on his lap and taking him into the base in one move.

I sat on his lap with his dick buried in my ass for a few seconds, getting used to the girth and feeling him flex inside me. I raised up slowly then dropped back down a few times, flexing my ass as I lowered myself back onto him, his dick spreading me wide and stimulating every nerve ending in my ass. I started to pick up the pace and fuck myself on his dick as he just sat there and let me get him off.

My hard on had returned and was flopping all around between us while I continued to fuck myself, and I felt like I could cum again soon. He suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my torso and kissed me deeply, running his hands over my back and down to my ass. His arms prevented me from going up and down, so I was sitting in his lap with his dick fully lodged inside me. I flexed my ass on his dick, trying to stimulate him from the inside, which drove me crazy and was pushing me closer to orgasm again.

Just as I was about to cum again, he stood up, still holding me in his arms and stepped forward, nearly falling against the wall with my back pressed against the cooling tile. He held me up with his hands under each ass cheek and started fucking me hard against the wall, using his whole body to thrust against me and drive his dick deep inside. He was grunting into the side of my neck, drool running out of his mouth and down my chest, his shoulders pushing against my chest and driving the wind out of me. His dick was driving into me fast and deep, and his belly was rubbing against my dick, pushing me closer to the edge or orgasm again.

He continued to fuck me against the cool tile wall until I finally reach orgasm, spewing my load out the tip of my dick and coating both of us with my warm cum. The lubrication my cum provided between us continued to stimulate my dick as it softened between us, driving me crazy, and I started to squirm on his dick and hands. He doubled his efforts against me, pushing me into the wall until he froze deep inside me and fired 7 or 8 shots, painting my insides with his creamy load.

His arms started to get tired, so he let me go, and my legs dropped to the ground and he slid out of my ass, leaving a trail of cum dribbling down my leg. He kissed me again, pushing me back against the wall for several minutes. He was so sweet and gentle, holding my head in his hands while we made out. I had that euphoric post-fuck feeling and was just happy to continue the ride with this great lover. We eventually broke apart and gathered our things before leaving the sauna and returning to the locker room.

I stood in the shower, letting the warm water run down my body and gather the trail of cum left by Dr. Karnes as it traveled across the tile and went down the drain. My relaxed body reveling in the sensations and memory of losing my sauna virginity.

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good-beanswrites · 8 months

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Heyo!! :D uhh I was just thinking about prompts!! I have two that I've just been thinking of! You can do one or the other, I don't mind ^^ Yuno with Blanket (if you havent done that yet :o) and Muu and Yuno with Honesty :D

Thank you so much :D!! Your writing is so funky I love reading it, it's like my daily newspaper abejfncjcn

Hi Mug :D thank you so much aah!! I really loved these combos, that's so sweet for both of them ;-; Here's Yuno and Blanket -- something lighthearted from the beginning of t1, with a bit of her unfortunate people-pleasing habits.

“Requests are in!” Mikoto’s voice sang from down the corridor. The prisoners perked up from where they’d been lazing about. One would have thought he'd announced a jailbreak with the amount of energy that rippled through the room. Yuno leapt to her feet.

"You seem excited," Kazui chuckled as he stood. "What are you getting?"

She suddenly felt a twinge of shame for her reaction. Things weren’t bad in Milgram by any means, but the atmosphere was beginning to creep under her skin now and then. There was an old comfort she’d been dreaming of the past few weeks. It felt embarrassing to say to someone as concerned with his maturity as Kazui.

"Oh, nothing much,” she said. “Just something that reminds me of home, like the cigarettes you ordered." She didn’t know him well enough to say so, but she was secretly grateful for his request. The smell of smoke was familiar to her as well. "But mostly it's something new around here -- isn't the whole thing exciting?"

It was the first time they’d received a delivery, and everyone was eager to see if they got what they ordered. Though Yuno found the system surprising, it made sense. Milgram allowed more unique freedoms than a normal prison, given it also inflicted more unique restraints.

She joined the group heading down the hall, all chattering in anticipation.

"Yuno!" Mahiru waved her over. The woman had talked about the products and creams she'd requested, in the hope of keeping up her skincare routine. Yuno would be following suit soon, though she wanted those things to keep herself feeling refreshed rather than looking a certain way. There was no one here to impress. With her looks, that was.

Mahiru’s eyes gleamed. "What did you order?"

Yuno knew she wouldn't satisfy her appetite for gossip as much as Shidou testing his luck with medical supplies or Amane’s taste in high-level study materials had.

"Something real cute~" was all she needed to say to get her giggling.

Es instructed them to line up in front of their room to distribute everything. Yuno found her place behind Haruka.

"Hey, hey! What are you getting?" She wasn't immune from that same gossipy curiosity…

His cheeks immediately reddened. "Uh, well, I h-hope I can get some c-candy. It -- I mean, it's kiddish, I know."

"Don't worry, some might think my request is childish, haha! Plus, I think Muu ordered sweets, too."

This seemed to calm him a bit as he walked ahead. Fuuta nudged her from behind.

"Oi, what did you ask for?"

She'd overheard him and Kotoko discussing what would likely be caught as a tool to escape, and knew her answer would disappoint him.

The bright smile she’d given Haruka angled into a more jaded smirk. "Eh, just something to get me through the night, you know? A practical comfort."

Fuuta grunted, respecting the choice.

Her attention returned to the front of the line, where Haruka was returning with loose treats spilling from his hands. She took his place in Es' doorway.

"Prisoner 002," Es scanned a piece of paper. "For you… ah,” They read it again. “Just a blanket? Was that all?"

She beamed. "Yup! Just a blanket."

“You strike me as the kind to ask for a lot…”

“Mmm, you’ve read me well, Warden! Not this time, though. Gotta start small, then see what I can weasel out of you!” She winked. As usual, Es pretended to be unimpressed. Yuno knew she was wearing them down, bit by bit.

She offered a bouncy bow as Es handed it over. She hadn’t given many specifications, but it certainly looked as big and fluffy as she had hoped. Milgram had gone with pink -- the same shade as some of her uniform accents.

"Thanks!"

The prisoners' excitement died down fairly quickly afterwards. Amane began reading in silence. Kazui retreated to the smoking room alone, though Shidou and Mikoto promised to join him after the next round of requests. Haruka had nearly finished eating all of his candy by nightfall. Kotoko sat by herself to jot things down in her new notebook. Yuno’s good mood lasted much later.

Once the bell had rung and silence fell onto the prison, she could feel the usual chill start to creep into her cell. It had gripped her with fear the first few nights -- that unshakable coldness that reminded her why she was here in the first place. Sometimes, when her body jolted her awake with the feeling of falling, she'd blame it on the temperature rather than a universal human experience. It brought up too many painful memories to be something so ordinary, after all.

But not tonight.

Tonight there would be no falling, and no chill. No stepping into bed with enough skin showing to make her shiver. No more crafted conversations or flashing certain expressions.

A goofy grin spread across her cheeks. Yuno unfolded the blanket with a flourish. She swept it around her body, then flopped down on her bedding. With nothing more to worry about, she sank into the cushy blob.

‘Just a blanket’ her ass. This was the warmest she’d felt in a very long time.

#milgram #yuno kashiki #and others but shes the focus #thanks pal!! this made me so happy :))) it was so fun!#sorry if the tone is all over the place -- ive stared at it too long this weekend and i cant tell RIP #i wanted it to be cute and have some chill t1 vibes #and when youre homesick or just really going through it even the smallest physical comforts can be a huge deal #but also shes So Deep in the habit of changing herself to please others while also goin through it ;--;#i wanted to include my hc that when she gets that body-falling feeling its even more stressful because... well...#i hope you enjoy!!#ill be posting the honesty one soon -- i wanted to today but work completely fried my brain into scrampled egg -_-#i know i can do one or the other but i always get so imspired by both asdfsdfs #i have an idea and definitely want to keep running with it!#a liar and someone whos a bit too honest...#oh and i forgot to mention that the smell of smoke thing was mentioned in one of the timeline conversations!#she likes it but she never elaborates on why #im projecting because i really like the smell of cigarette smoke because it reminds me of my grandfather so i think itd make her think of #home/family :')#i couldn't remember if it was an interrogation question or timeline but im almost positive it was the latter #drabbles

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lollygirlpops · 4 months

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Random ask!

What sort of books do you read?

Which BL series would you recommend to someone to start with? (YR fan but not usually teen drama fan 😅)

Did I remember correctly that you dance? If so, what sort of dancing do you do?

I hope you have a lovely day! 🌻

Helloooo there! Thanks so much for your ask. This is so fun!

I love books so much, but rarely get to read any due to having kids who don’t sleep and a hectic schedule. But! When I do get to read I’ll dip into pretty much anything. I’m a massive Marian Keyes fan and I’ve also been trying to read Lessons in Chemistry for a while. I tend to read books that everyone reads. Hopped aboard the Normal People train and loved Sally Rooney’s subdued style of writing, but then I wasn’t a fan of Conversations With Friends. Maybe that just means I’m fickle haha!

Ooh! BL! (Are you ready for this? It’s quite the list!). There are sooo many shows. There was a huge phase where they were all set in a school or university, but they’ve calmed down and branched out recently. If you like the bleakness that features in YR, Moonlight Chicken (terrible name, I know) is beautiful but very real.

I don’t want to depress you though, so you might want to try Bad Buddy. They’re teens but not at school and that’s an enemies to lovers story. Or if you want a batshit mafia show, KinnPorsche is so good. That was my first proper BL and what a way to get into the genre! I’ve just watched a really enjoyable time travel/ body swap one called Vice Versa, but if you fancy a time travel one that will give you an existential crisis (who doesn’t??) Be My Favourite is brilliant.

I do have recommendations that aren’t Thai too, but there are soooo many from Thailand! I kind of think if you watch a few, you quickly get used to all the singing and product placement 😆 Ooh, I also really rate the opinion of LoveMyshelf on YouTube. She did a top 10 of her favourite BLs and that’s a great list to start with! She also does YR reactions, which you might like.

And yes! I do dance! I do tap and jazz (although jazz covers everything from Fosse to the Barbie routine 🤣). I’m so very average at it but I love it!

Hope you’ve had a lovely day too 💜

#thanks for the ask!#brevity is not my forte #hope I’ve not bombarded you with recommendations there #but BL shows are slightly addictive once you start watching

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greatqueenanna · 2 years

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Comparing Anna from Frozen and Alma from Encanto.

I decided to do my first cross-comparison analysis between Frozen and Encanto. I think this analysis will be quite controversial, as I've talked about this subject with a couple of my friends and the subject was incredibly varied in reactions.

I want to do a comparison between Anna and Alma and how their fears and over-protective natures create human flaws in their characters. I know this seems a bit random, considering that Alma is a mother and grandmother, and Anna is not - just a younger sister. However, because Anna takes on a very motherly protector role in her relationship with Elsa, it warrants a comparison.

I'm sorry I left you behind. I was just so desperate to protect her.

―Anna

I was so afraid to lose it... that I lost sight of who our miracle was for.

―Alma

Part 1 - Valid Fears, Flawed Choices

Anna and Alma are both very tragic characters. Both have faced terrible losses, were left to take care of their loved ones, and had to overcome tragedies to become leaders. Most importantly, both women were terrified of losing what they gained - a loving family and community. This caused them both to become overbearing, in different ways.

Alma's overbearing nature became tied to the idea that she and her family had to perfect in order to keep the miracle of the candle for the protection of the village. Thus, she dictated everyone's usefulness and pushed them to be perfect versions of themselves. This caused stress to her family as they wanted to meet her high expectations.

Anna's overbearing nature became tied to the idea that she needed to protect her family, to the point of sacrificing herself without hesitation and using force in order to keep the happiness she finally found. This made Anna restrict Elsa's choices a few times in F2, and leave Kristoff alone and confused.

Both women had very valid and sympathetic fears that mirror each other - they wanted to protect the happiness they had found, fearing the possibility of change. Anna sacrificed her well-being and relationship with Kristoff, while Alma sacrificed her family's confidence and self-worth. They ultimately let their fears take over and could not accept change in their routine - Elsa possibly leaving or getting hurt, and Mirabel representing the loss of magic.

Anna questions what she would do if she lost Elsa, while Alma questions what would happen if they lost the magic of the candle.

Part 2 - Losing Everything to See the Truth

In order for Anna and Alma to see their flawed choices, they actually had to face their fears head-on. Anna lost Elsa, Olaf, and Kristoff, while Alma witnessed the loss of the candle's magic.

Anna was able to realize that she could not control change, and had to let people make their own choices even if they were flawed. Alma realized that forcing perfection caused a disconnect in her family and that the magic was a gift for love, not a strict duty or responsibility.

This leads to another comparison between these two characters - the gift of magic. Elsa and Anna were both a gift for Iduna's sacrifice, thus, indirectly, Anna was an ordinary girl gifted with a magical family member. Alma was an ordinary girl as well, gifted with magic family members because of her husband's sacrifice. Thus, both women were given magic for the sacrifice of love, and had to protect that magic even though they were ordinary.

Conclusion

The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions is a proverb with various theoretical origins that has a very deep meaning. We often times will always do bad things because we had good and sympathetic reasons - This quote represents the comparison between Anna and Alma very well, as both these women are good, heroic, and selfless - and all they wanted was the best for their family and to be happy.

However, because of their fears brought on by tragedy, they ended up making bad decisions - Alma forcing perfection on her family, while Anna unintentionally caused a distance between her and her loved ones. However, both come out of their flaws triumphantly and become wiser people.

#Frozen #Encanto #Frozen 2 #greatqueenanna/analysis #Anna #alma madrigal

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pastelcryptid · 1 year

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something that I’ve personally not seen other people talk about exactly before re: Nope (despite talking in general about neurodivergency in the characters, some offhand jokes about being gender non-conforming) is that

as someone who loves a lot of action movies, save-the-world movies I am very aware on some level when I watch those films (I mean, movies in general are like this but especially those genres) that they are taken up by (white, cis, straight) men. And as much as I might love those movies and the characters and the tropes, there is a fatigue that comes with experiencing such a high percentage of films where the cast is dominated by men. Sometimes there might be only one woman in the main cast, and you’re lucky if she’s treated well (this is obviously improving slowly), to say nothing of NB people. However, I noticed at some point that, huh, Nope is still a majority male cast. Yet I don’t feel that fatigue when I watch the movie. Why?

Of what I consider to be the key players, four are men - OJ, Angel, Jupe/Ricky and Antlers. Even with Otis Sr., who has about 3 minutes of screen time, he is a figure that looms large over the story. He established the ranch, its reputation (that in itself inspired by his great-great grandfather).

Apart from Emerald (appropriately named as she is a fucking gem) there are only a few female speaking parts in the film and they get a handful of lines. I would say that the most important women in the film aside from Em, in terms of how they fit into the themes of the movie, are Amber Park and Mary Jo Elliott. Amber has doesn’t have a huge part, and then she dies horribly. You could say Mary Jo also doesn’t have many lines but actually, when I was writing this I realised... Mary Jo doesn’t have any. The only time we hear her speak is when she’s saying Haley’s lines, the rest is barely intelligible begging as she’s brutalised. Adult Mary Jo never says a word, and then she also dies horribly. She never gets to speak for herself, Jupe takes all the attention, and she is consumed. This obviously fits into the whole thing, and I feel like you could write a tonne about Mary Jo alone, but this isn’t what I came to talk about exactly.

so, if it’s so male-heavy, why does it almost not feel that way? I think one of the most interesting things about this film, and something I love about it, is that it has such varied, interesting portrayals of masculinity. Even in their mildly problematic to incredibly reprehensible moments, the men in this movie do not feel like cookie cutter sticks of bravado. The same ones we have been exposed to decade after decade, especially in Westerns.

firstly, you have OJ. I’m not saying anything new in talking about the fact that he is very spectrum-coded. He dislikes eye contact, finds it hard to pick up on social cues, he comes across as awkward or blunt to those who don’t know him well, likes his routine, and prefers to spend his time alone, working with the horses. He’s also speaks very little, in fact as a side bar, I would say Daniel Kaluuya has made quiet characters into an art form. He has played many roles that are not loud, or overly talkative, and yet they all feel incredibly distinct from one another.

I also find it important to note that another very good post by tumblr user @soupbi pointed out that, while I consider the autistic tones to OJ’s personality to be undeniable, there is a history of Black men having to avoid eye contact with white people in order to protect themselves from racist abuse/murder. I’d say this definitely factors in during the commercial shoot, particularly given Bonnie’s reaction to his name and everyone’s general rudeness to him that can’t be handwaved as general “well everyone in LA is rude af”. OJ’s Blackness is also relevant because his presence is not just another example of white masculinity and heroism. OJ is a hero, but he is allowed to be one not in spite of his lack of - for a better term - conformity, but because of it. His family’s place in film history is intertwined with Black history. His knowledge, his care, his skill, his love, his reluctance to Look, are all things that help to figure out how to deal with Jean Jacket, and keep his sister safe. And despite his difficulty relating to others, he accepts Angel pretty easily despite the fact that Angel has incredibly contrasting traits.

So then you have Angel. Again, not another white dude. I think if he had been played by one, he would’ve been danger of coming off a bit creepy/incel. Angel does have some tendencies that are more in line with what you might expect from a typical tech/conspiracy guy in these movies - griping about his ex-girlfriend in the beginning, referencing the whole “probes up our asses” obsession that so many people seem to have with UFOs (that I have always felt comes from a similar place of fear to prison rape jokes because... why is that such a common thread in invasion stories/theories?), and apparently he mines cryptocurrency based on something he has in his apartment?? I don’t know shit about mining crypto and I don’t want to, but anyway.

All this to say, when you get down to it Angel is a socially awkward guy with a lot of fear played with incredible depth by Brandon Perea (we all know how much the movie got edited to accommodate his revamped character). A lot of scenes in the movie involve him being visibly and verbally scared. Incidentally, maybe the line of his I find most charming is when he goes off about forgetting to do the feed for Antlers’ camera because he was busy rigging the sky dancers and then says “Sorry. I’m scared.” Taking responsibility for his outburst, admitting his fear. And while he isn’t exactly avoiding attention, he is one of the characters that seems most disparaging of fame. Most explicitly in the dinner scene near the end where he essentially says, “we’re doing this for more than just fame, right? We’re doing it to help people?” He is also visibly more disturbed by Antlers death than him potentially sabotaging their efforts to film. He takes OJ and Em in very easily despite his tinyass apartment. He’s an emotional, fearful guy. But he’s also allowed to be smart, loyal, and ultimately indispensable.

So then you have Jupe. I’ve seen it stated that Jesse Plemons was actually Jordan’s first choice for this role, but had scheduling conflicts. I don’t know at what point in the negotiations it was established he couldn’t participate, but I feel as though this makes a lot of sense when you look at the way Jupe is written and his background. If only because Jordan addresses the role that race plays in all his movies, and yet I feel as though Jupe’s identity as a Korean-American is not addressed as heavily as you’d expect - especially in a story that’s about fame, conformity, fetishisation and the consumption of other people’s trauma and personal lives. There are references, obviously, but it makes a lot of sense if you imagine it was written for a white man.

That being said, I think this works very well in a way that may not have been 100% intentional. For starters, Ricky isn’t even known by his name, he’s goes by the name of his most famous character in an attempt to hold onto the fame he achieved through Kid Sheriff. We know very little about Ricky Park as a person, and it seems as though there is a black hole between Gordy’s Home and Jupiter’s Claim. I’m kind of reminded of Ke Huy Quan and how after Indiana Jones and The Goonies he spent decades largely off-camera (and at one time used a different name because of racism) until Crazy Rich Asians inspired him to return to acting, as he didn’t think there was place for him (I recommend listening to his episode on the podcast Feeling Seen).

When you take into account Jupe’s presence on the sitcom, I know there are American shows like Diff’rent Strokes and Webster which involved white families adopting Black children and that was a key element of the show (I’m English and I’ve never seen those shows come up on British channels let alone watched them, but I looked them both up on Youtube and I noticed the living room in Webster looks very similar to the one in Gordy’s Home). So you have the complexities of that at play. I don’t know enough about this and I don’t think it’s my place to really go into it, but suffice to say you have that as a complex element in Ricky’s background. He’s mostly known for token roles and he’s had to play up to them to stay relevant. A once famous dude having unresolved trauma and a desire for - or need for recognition through - the spotlight which eventually costs him and/or others is not new.

But I think there’s something very different about the way Steven Yeun manifests that, and manages to keep it grounded and even charming. In at least fan reaction to Ricky, it’s a pretty consistent response that we are disgusted by the way he treats the Haywoods and gets everyone at the Star Lasso Experience (including his wife and children) killed and yet we are also fascinated and even endeared to him. He’s not the guy punching holes in the wall, or refusing to open up to his wife, or going around stabbing people to death. He’s an Icarus, and we see his vulnerability. We were under the dinner table with him, we were there when he was alone with his wife, and we were with him as he stared into Jean Jacket and knew he was about to die. This isn’t meant to be a defense of his actions, obviously, just an observation about how he is presented as a man, especially one who literally cosplays as a cowboy (while he feeds the horses of the real cowboys to a flying saucer).

And then finally, you have Antlers. Antlers is the character I feel I least sympathise with and least understand, which is a personal thing (I’ll be interested to see what the Bluray special features affect this actually), but I think is also tied to the fact that he is what you would expect the most, historically, from a film like this. He is an old white guy. He’s sort of the old guard of cinema, and he’s very stoic, selfish, and keeps his cards close to his chest. Not to mention he has such a typically “Western” accent it took all 5 of my watches at the cinema to parse all of his lines. On paper he is the picture of traditional masculinity… except he’s actually not the picture of traditional masculinity. In every scene, he’s either wearing a dress or a skirt of some kind, and the bracelet on his wrist even goes against what you would consider traditional masculine jewellery. If he was a young man, the dress code might almost be read as a piss-take of “quirky” young filmmakers and thereby making a derogatory statement re: AMAB people who wear gender non confirming clothes. But this is a much older man who is clearly making a choice of expression and comfort. It’s not extravagant – in fact on my first watch I didn’t even realise Antlers was wearing a skirt.

All this to say, it’s incredibly interesting to have such diversity in storytelling and representation of gender through it, and that it doesn’t always come down to “there should be more women in this.”

Anyway guys did you notice there’s a big cloud mural on the wall in the Fry’s store? This movie is batshit

#things I banged on about instead of working on my nano #this ended up longer than I intended oh well #at least if no one else reads it I got it out!#Nope 2022 #Nope movie

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