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eden-evergreen · 10 months

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Your boyfriend walks in on you while showering

eren jaeger (aot) + ohma tokita (ka).

synopsis -> mini drabbles, with a whole lotta fluff <3. established relationships; eren’s story set in a modern domestic setting

warning -> mention and description of constipation in ohma’s story, nothing vulgar — just a heads up to not dent your appetite if you’re consuming food. it wasn’t meant to be as unhinged as it was, but i think it would’ve happened between him and his s/o at least once T_T

Eren

It was when he heard the whoosh of the shower and assumed you were going to take a while in there… as you always do… and he needed to use the toilet.

Slightly premeditated? Perhaps… but he couldn’t afford to wait 20 minutes and you decided to take a shower after you washed the dishes together… just as you warned him. He also wanted to see you naked, because it felt like forever since he last all of you… its only been two days.

You remained focused on yourself as he snuck through the door caressing your skin and humming a sweet tune… he was incredibly silent against the background noise of the shower.

You turn around to reach for the soap when a foggy big figure appeared in you peripheral.

“AHHH”, you snatched the glass shower screen open and peaked your head out, “Eren, you almost gave me a heart attack?! Can you let me know when you’re gonna come in please??”

“Sorry love”, he says as he flushes the toilet and washes his hands, “you look good, mind if I get a better view?”. He licks his lips as he eyes you up and down. If his eyes where a representative of his stomach it would be growling right now, you looked delicious and he was starving.

“Hmph, fine… but lets keep it PG okay?”.

He rips his t-shirt over his head “Yeah, of course”, the swiftness of his response was not very convincing. But then again, its hard to keep it PG when he looks as good as he does.

Ohma

Ohma is has a colossal appetite. Appropriately so, it takes a lot to maintain his broad physique and fuel his extreme training programme. As he’s off training the majority of the day, you’d sometimes make his dinner after work. He’d rather you not do it, especially since he comes back so late causing you to go bed much later than you should’ve. Plus its a lot to make at once… a family pot’s worth of food will only last about a 2 dinners with him.

Tonight you decided it was worth it as it was a weekend so you could afford the later night’s sleep — and hopefully some extra time with him. You made a hearty portion of mixed meat skewers — his favourite.

Ohma was very grateful for the meal, kissing your forehead before digging into the feast. You save some aside for yourself, eating alongside him in a comfortable silence. He continued to eat his meal as you finished yours and made your way into the shower. You assume Ohma’s going to join you when he’s done so you could wash his back.

Instead he barges into the toilet damn near breaking the door! He sits on the toilet seat letting a huge one rip he groans soon after.

“OH COME ON OHMA!!!”, you whaled, quickly grabbing your towel and escorting yourself out the bathroom.

“Too… much… protein —”, he groans continuing to defecate with the door open.

That poor man. You love Ohma, you really do… but his proteins sh*ts are none your business. Its given with how much of it he consumes on a daily basis, you’ve had a couple of blockages of your toilet before but he was careful enough to make sure you weren’t exposed to it. Until now… he was clearly suffering.

You swung the door shut behind him as he buried his head in his lap, groaning at the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. You put on some slippers before going downstairs, checking if he’s washed his dish(es). You come to find all the meat… two days worth is g o n e.

After an hour he seemed to have stabilised. He took a shower before joining you on the sofa with his head in your lap, cheek smooshed against your pillowy thighs.

You caressed his black locks brushing them out of his eyes, “you shouldn’t have eaten the 3 trays of meat Ohma”.

“I know, but it tasted so good…. And your cooking is much better than mine”. He winced in pain, closing his eyes in an attempt to mask the pain, “your ass looked sexy in the shower by the way”. He smirked before wincing in pain once more burying his face in to your lap. You scoffed at his comment:

‘Men are such simple beings’.

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muzicgenerator · 8 months

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pls could u do a tom kaulitz angst? like he’s arguing w reader and mentions something he knows the reader doesn’t like bringing up, and he has to make it up to her, then it can turn into fluff <3

yep here it is!!

hope u like it and sorry for late reply T_T

(BRO OHHH MY GOD THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE DIDNT SAVE 😭😭😭 so i just made a new one which is this one AGHHH SO MAD RN btw i didnt proof read the entire thing)

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Atonement

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Pairing: Tom Kaulitz x Reader

Genre: a bit Angsty, Fluff

Warnings: None

Request Status: closed :(

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ Last Night on Earth : Green Day

Playful bantering was one of the things you and Tom would do everyday in your relationship.

Sure, serious arguments would rise up which a simple kiss and genuine apology would quickly fix.

However those two won't do it right now.

"The hell do you mean I have trust issues?!"

"What?! It's true! Your ex cheated on you so you're scared to trust me; It's not like I'm gonna do what that guy did!"

Definitely, Tom shouldn't have brought your ex up who has no relation to this quarrel.

He knew how much of a prick he was to you and how he treated you; he even witnessed how devastated you were when you once came to him to seek comfort when you found out for the second time he had been cheating.

And he knew damn well you never wanna hear about the jerk ever again.

However, you did appreciate him admitting he wouldn't repeat the history you had with your past lover.

"The fuck, Tom? That bitch has no connection whatsoever about what we're fighting about right now.

And I saw the way you looked at her! It's like, if I didn't interrupt you both would've shared spits by then." enraged by what he said; you raised your voice to match his volume - which was unlike you since you're the composed one out of you two during serious arguments.

"Sorry but he kinda does! This issue you're having surely started with him. I remember the way you wasted your snot and tears on him and I dried it off.

And please stop being overdramatic, she's just a fan and I wanted to make sure she's happy. Not only with her; I mean with everyone of them!"

Tom tried hard to defend himself instead of admitting his wrongdoing.

"You are such an ass for bringing that shit up again when you know damn well your ass had issues too that I helped you get over with and all I've ever done was try my greatest to understand and care for you!

All I ever wanted was for you to stop looking at other people and look at me.. Am I asking for too much?" your voice whispered in offence and slightly croaked which made you resent yourself more.

Tom realized with wide eyes of what he had done,

"No, no of course not ____. No, look- I'm really sorry for what I said, I really am and-"

"Just shut the hell up, Tom. Save it, I don't wanna hear it right now." you harshly brushed past him to storm off to your apartment's bedroom in fear of hot tears falling down to your cheeks.

He sighed; ashamed in himself. Tom truly regrets letting those harsh and unnecessary words slip his blunt mouth. He knew he was better than this - definitely, he should control his mouth more and think about what he should say carefully during times like this.

The night spent alone in the bed you'd always share with Tom felt cruel.

Not for the reason he's not by your side; it's rather the fact that you're in bed without properly making up with him since you'd always forgive one another the same day.

A big part of you wanted to forgive him - believe that he truly didn't mean what he told you and only accidentally slipped because of the heat in the moment; that we all say things we don't mean when we're mad, and that he really wouldn't stab you on the back with a woman like your past lover did.

The smaller part of you scolded for being such an idiot; for believing a man would stay loyal - that you should call it off before he could do any further damage.

Honestly, you felt devastated just thinking about not being with him; so you eventually came into terms with yourself that the fire will settle down and you'll forgive him and he'll do better.

Don't know when it'll die down but it will. Hopefully soon.

Some relationships are worth fighting for, like you have with Tom.

Hence you will stay strong and prepare for many wars.

But tonight; you wanted and allowed yourself to fall asleep being upset and disappointed at Tom.

You'll let tomorrow do its thing.

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It was the next day and the back of your head was pounding alongside a stiff neck.

You sat up and glanced at the digital clock placed on your night table that read 11:37 AM.

After stretching your limbs out while reminiscing the night before; you decided it's time to wash your face and start making lunch for yourself.

When you turned the knob and pushed it open; you were greeted with the aroma of your favourite dish; one that was always served to you as a child when you still lived with your family - one that you shared its recipe and process with your lover.

"Tom?" you asked in disbelief. You were certain he had left since your ears picked up the sound of the front door being pushed open then close in the middle of the night.

Certainty assured your mind that you'd rather not see his face first thing in the morning after such a night. Boy, were you wrong.

Your lover turned his head quickly; unaware of your presence since he's so caught up finishing, as well as perfecting the dish.

"Oh- love, you're awake. I um.. made breakfast but you didn't get up and it's uh, it's almost time for lunch so I thought I'd make your favourite." he stumbled over his words; which is bizarre.

"The pancakes are on the table, you can eat them later as a snack."

You nodded your head with a tight lipped smile and mumbled a thanks before heading to the bathroom.

Once the door had shut; you quickly drowned your face with water to remove the image of Tom cooking without a shirt on.

It's not like it's the first time you've seen him like that; but the way you're reacting right now is how you feel when you catch him in these types of situations - preferably without the post-fight shit going.

After peeing, washing your hands, brushing your teeth washing and drying your face, and doing your skin care - you forced yourself to go back outside for you cannot stay in the bathroom forever.

When you opened and closed the baby blue painted door; your eyes wandered off to the table and drooled at the sight of the newly cooked meal.

Tom patted the seat beside him with a smile; gesturing you to sit beside him.

You had no choice but to join him for lunch; after all, you are starving.

Instead of giving in to his request, you sat in front of him.

Instead of painting a frown on his lips; he still kept his genuinely proud smile (from cooking such a delicious dish) and handed you your plate and utensils - to which you accepted.

"Let's eat?" Tom asked.

"I don't wanna eat without talking about last night." you said with a straight face.

The man in front of you softly breathed a sigh,

"You're right." he agreed with a nod

"I'll start by saying I'm really sorry, and I didn't mean what I said. I just want you to know I would never even dare to think about betraying you like that, and I was an ass for what I did." Tom seemed to look everywhere but your eyes.

He couldn't bring himself to look at your mesmerizing hues for he was certain his shredded heart would be turned into dust.

"I don't even know why I said those things, I- I know this sounds like bullshit but I swear I really don't mean those things and you're the only person who I have my eyes on.

Please give me another chance I- I'll be better now, promise!" he trailed off and fearfully continued;

"But y'know if uh.. if you don't and wanna call it o-"

"Shut up Tom we're not breaking up." you sighed

"I know you said those to defend what you did, and it slipped out because of the heat of the moment. We all say shit we don't mean when mad, I understand. But what I don't understand is why you'd caress her cheek and look into her eyes like that?" your eyes examined his facial expressions and only saw genuine regret on his face. You hoped he'd look at your eyes and tell you directly why.

Hence, before his ready mouth started to explain; you tell him, "Tom, look into my eyes, please."

You caught the way the ball of his throat bopped up and down; swallowing his saliva. His eyes slowly trailed up from the table to your chest, neck, chin, nose, then eyes.

"She said she'd been a fan since the very beginning of the band's debut. She loved all us a lot, especially me. I asked her if meeting us was a dream come true, she said yeah, and we talked a bit more. Then she asked me to touch her face because she really couldn't believe that it was all happening, which I did."

Tom would look away from the two windows of your soul for a second before meeting again.

He was replied with silence; which kind of scared him.

"____? Please say something."

"For God's sake Tom, why didn't you just start with that last night when I brought it up?"

Tom rapidly blinked once, twice, thrice, then for the fourth time. "... I must've forgot to bring it up because I was so caught up in the moment."

You laughed; a true one, "You mean too focused into bringing my ex up?"

He was speechless by how just a second ago you were dead ass serious, and now crying laughing at what you said.

"Sorry, I'm done laughing now." you giggled before continuing, "Fine, I'll forgive you if you tell me where you went last night."

"I went back to my apartment and did some thinking how to make it up to you and slept there. I went out really early to buy groceries so i can cook your favourite food here."

It was your turn to be speechless.

"...You seriously did that?" you asked with doubt in your voice.

"Yeah, I mean the proof is on the table." Tom chuckled.

You said nothing and finally dug into the 5 star looking meal, soon your lover did as well.

"Sooo, are we good?" Tom hopefully asked after sipping his water from the cylinder glass.

"I guess so." you blessed him with a small smile to which he returned with a big one.

Conversation flowed naturally between you as you ate the savoury food.

If Tom didn't make it as a famous guitarist, he'd definitely be a winner in Hell's Kitchen.

After Tom cleaned put the dishes to the sink; you insisted to wash it since he cooked. He declined numerous times but it wasn't going anywhere since you're more stubborn than him.

"All right, fine. Only if you let me hug you from behind." Tom made a deal.

"Pshh, why're you asking as if you don't do that whenever I do shit in the kitchen?"

Tom rolled his eyes with a smirk drawn on his lips as a reply and proceeded to snake his large hands to your waist; then pressing his chest to your back and resting his chin on the crown of your head.

Nothing could be heard other than the clanking of pans, plates, and utensils, along with the flow of the running water from the faucet.

The comfortable verbal silence and physical contact was very much needed after a fight.

After drying your hands with a cloth; you walked towards the couch and sat with your boyfriend still embracing you from behind.

"What do you wanna watch?" you turned your head to the side to look up at his face.

"Whatever you want, I'm fine with anything." Tom looked down to your eyes, then lips.

Slowly, he leaned his fave closer to yours so he could taste your lips.

Once contact had been made; you couldn't help but melt even more to his touch and wrap your arms around his neck - and he couldn't help but deepen the kiss and caress your waist and back.

Soon enough, the passionate kiss had come to an end to catch their breaths.

"I love you so much. You know that, right?" Tom stared into her hues as the tip of their noses touched.

You slowly nodded and brought your hands up to his hollow cheeks, "I love you more." you said before pulling his face closer to kiss each other's lips once again.

Tom mumbled in-between the kisses, "I love you the most, sweetheart." before deepening it. His tongue soon entered your mouth and both your hands rubbed and caressed your bodies.

The hot post-fight make out session would last as long as half the length of the movie you played in the middle of the session; playing Atonement for the millionth time from your entire life.

After pulling your mouths away due to your jaws hurting; you slept and cuddled like babies.

Feeling the safest in each other's arms.

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which your feet are hurting but jungkook’s little joys in life are top priority.

> fluff / wc: 2.1k

note: i wrote this really quick because i just wanted to a break from writing essays and research T_T bare with meeee my brain will work better once school is over </3

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you’ve always found the concept of the butterfly effect fascinating. you could’ve sworn it was only yesterday when you and jungkook were comparing hand sizes like two stupid fools who get giddy over the slightest of touches and the briefest glides of skin against skin - too doubtful and afraid to confess their growing fondness for each other.

you start reminiscing back to the very beginning of your blossoming love like that - gradually spacing out in wonder about how you ended up in this position exactly. two years and five months later. watching your boyfriend fight a claw machine as if he’s carrying a personal vendetta against it.

“babe, seriously, just try the bear. a small nudge and it will fall right down.” you try reasoning with him after he failed to get the yellow duck stuffed toy four times in a row.

“we already have a lot of bears at home. but you know what we don’t have?” with widened eyes and knitted eyebrows, he points at his target. “a duck!” his index finger leaves a print on the glass.

“we both know these machines are rigged.” you whine out, subtly resting your weight against the claw machine in a poor attempt to rest your aching boot-clad feet. however, when you feel it lean a little bit to the other side, you quickly step back in fear of leaving the machine smashed into pieces on the cold tiled floor and you, in debt to the arcade place owner. you just have to deal with the pain of fashion, instead of paying for it.

life is difficult because you can’t afford it.

“i’ve already won prizes here, i promise! we just have to be patient. trust me.”

you shake your head with a smile forming on your lips, the sigh you’ve been holding back vanishing beneath it. “fine. exchange for more coins.”

you don’t have patience for most things, especially not for claw machines. and well, also for most people. but jungkook is the only exception. and so, you stretch your ankles inside your boots and pull your unzipped zip-up jacket tighter around your body. the small arcade is just along the highway. you pass by it every day and every day night, to and from work.

today is a saturday. you spent the afternoon with jungkook shopping at the mall to reward yourself with this month’s hard earned money. you passed by the arcade on the way home, as usual. what made today different, however, was you being dragged inside because the new whack-a-mole machine caught the eyes of your eternal child at heart boyfriend.

he spent about fifteen minutes whacking moles, the smile on his face gradually shaping into a gape when he realized his scores were close to beating the high score. just by seeing that look on his face, you already knew you weren’t leaving the damn arcade until he sets the new record high. and so, you stole a chair from one of spots for the fishing game machine and let him do what he had to do. the shopping bags were resting between your legs to prevent them from falling, but you chose to put the new shoes you bought jungkook on your lap. you feel protective of it in some way.

after two more rounds, he beat the high score. that’s your jungkook. he achieves everything he sets his mind into. he doesn’t give up. he doesn’t get dispirited. he tries and tries again until it becomes a natural reflex to do well. and you’re always by his side, cheering him on.

and so when he gave you his famous ‘i want to try that’ sparkling bambi eyes the moment he saw the claw machine standing outside, you immediately placed the shopping bags on the ground. it might look and sound stupid, but trivial activities like this matter to you. you want to spend as much as time possible with your boyfriend. it doesn’t matter to you what it is he wants to do, because you never want him to feel shy or embarrassed about the things he enjoy.

you’re thankful that today, it’s wanting a duck stuffed toy from a claw machine instead of hanging upside down on the famous swing of new zealand. dear god, the most horrifying possibilities swirled and crashed around your brain aimlessly. never have you prayed so desperately to the heavens in your life until that day came.

needless to say, the range of his hobbies and interests remains fascinating years into your relationship.

at last, after a total of eight tries, the duck gets lifted by the claw, but the yellow stuffed toy slips away from it as it ascends. “ah shit- i almost had it.” he closes his eyes, tilting his head to the side as annoyance starts to creep into his nerves.

“that was so close, baby. it landed flat so maybe the weight is balanced now.” you have no idea if your words make sense at all, but he takes them as encouragement based on the determined nod he gives you.

“this is the last coin.” he informs you, showing you the silver coin between his index and middle finger. he takes a deep breath, the small dimples on the upper corner of his mouth and the long and deep dimples on his cheeks making a brief appearance. you’ve always found it enchanting, how he doesn’t need to smile for his dimples to show. he’s just the prettiest person to ever exist. your pretty boy. you want to spend the rest of your life adoring his every feature.

he inserts the coin in the slot, rubbing his hands together after. “duckie, you’re coming home with us!” it sounds more like a threat than a cheerful affirmation, making you laugh out loud.

“stop scaring it away!”

“it’s the one being mean to me.” he whines loudly, lips forming a permanent pout. his doe eyes turn into crescent moons as he squints, all of his energy focused on maneuvering the claw at the (hopefully) correct position above the duck.

you hide a wince, shifting your feet to subtly alleviate the pain. unsurprisingly, it doesn’t work at all. it has been a long day after all.

he blows a breath of air while you hold in yours; funny enough, that small moment highlights the differences between the two of you.

“do you really want it that bad?” you ask him, tone saying ‘if you ask me for the stars, i’ll give you the night sky itself.’

“yes.” he juts out his bottom lip and looks at you briefly. and then finally, he taps the green round button — his hand so big that only the half of his three longest fingers covers it entirely.

and well . . . that’s when your mind and body decide to simultaneously act faster than jungkook can comprehend.

it is a natural reflex. to give jungkook what he wants. the second you see that the duck is about to slip from the claw like it did earlier, the idea sparks in your brain and your hands swiftly execute the message with uncontrolled strength.

right, you push the machine so hard that the claw swings to the side and flings the duck straight to the square box. it falls all the way down, behind the small glass window at the very bottom where the player is supposed to claim their prize.

thankfully, the machine doesn’t fall all the way down. it springs back into its previous position, the remaining toys toppling over each other. you’re also lucky that the people inside the arcade are too loud and too busy in their own little transparent bubbles to notice the dangerous form of cheating that occured only a few meters away.

“AH! what the fu-” he stumbles two steps back, eyes as wide as saucers as he watches the scene unfold.

you swallow thickly, heart almost jumping out of your chest from how fast it’s beating. when your eyes meet, you smile at him awkwardly and shakily put up your hands in surrender. “oops. my hands slipped.”

“oh my god, i’m so in love with you.” he crosses the distance between the two of you to pepper your face with kisses, his arms circling around your waist to lift up your feet from the ground.

the intimate feeling of his smile against your skin and his laughter vibrating against your body — ah, the sweetest prize.

“alright, alright. go get your duckie before it gets stolen by some kid.” you giggle, tapping his shoulders to tell him to put you down. he does that exactly, but he doesn’t move from his spot until he grabs your face to give you one final kiss on the lips.

you release the breath you’ve been holding in, shrugging off your jacket to leave it hanging around your arms. the rush of adrenaline, dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin coursing through your body has left you breathless.

your boyfriend pops up infront of you once again, this time trying his best to make his pout as big as possible to copy the beak of the duck he’s holding beside his face.

you can’t resist giving him a small kiss. “you’re so cute.” you smile at him lovingly, brushing his hair back with your fingers. “wanna go home now?”

he nods his head enthusiastically, taking your hand to make you hold the stuffed toy. “you hold duckie for now.” then he reaches behind you to gather the shopping bags he left in your care while he was playing.

“what are you doing down there?” you ask in confusion when he squats down infront of you.

he cranes his head to meet your clueless eyes. “your feet must be hurting, baby. i’ll carry you home.”

and that’s when the pain that’s been bothering you for the past hour comes back with full force. can’t believe i almost forgot. now it feels like it hurts even more.

you climb on his back without second thought, giving him a kiss on the cheek once he stands back up. “my super strong boyfriend, thank you.” you don’t deny jungkook when he offers to do something for you. that hurts his feelings the most, you’ve noticed a long time ago. praises, on the other hand, are what he thrives off from.

he smirks proudly, clicking his tongue. “that’s me!”

jungkook hasn’t walked that far away yet when you hear two young voices bickering loudly. you look back in curiosity to find two elementary students, a girl and a boy.

“just push the machine from that side! like this!” the girl instructs, pushing the air with her small hands. the boy looks at her with uncertainty, nervously glancing inside the arcade.

“wait- baby, stop for a bit.”

“huh?” jungkook makes a noise of confusion, stopping on his tracks. his body shifts to face the side, tracing the direction your eyes are trained to.

“i really don’t think we should be doing that. it’s cheating!” he scolds her before tugging her hand to force her to just walk past the place.

“why not?! i saw that girl do it. they got the duck!”

“and so? that was the last duck, dummy.”

“did i even say that i want the duck? i want that!” she points at brown-spotted animal.

“the giraffe?”

she nods her head, quivering lips forming a big frown. she’s dangerously close to the verge of crying, the little boy realizes. he freezes at his spot to ponder his options, looking at the machine and the girl back and forth.

“what have i done?” you mutter in disdain, your forehead dropping on jungkook’s shoulder.

“shit, my stomach hurts.” he doubles over from laughter with tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. the result of your impulsive actions is visually playing before him. you reply with a grunt, tightening your arms and legs around his body to prevent yourself from falling.

“yah! stop laughing.” you cry out, jokingly hitting his back with your fist. “let’s go home. i can’t watch this unfold.”

he continues walking to the opposite direction, getting farther and farther away from the two little kids. however, his cheeks are beginning to hurt because for the life of him, he can’t stop fucking laughing.

you sigh dramatically, leaning your cheek against his. “the things i do for you.”

he snorts. “hey, do you remember that one time i climbed and stole from a stranger’s mango tree for you?”

you stifle a gasp. “that never happened.”

it’s his turn to sigh. “i could’ve gotten arrested for that, you know?”

he can’t see you, but he can feel your grin. “but i know you’d do it for me again if i asked.”

his quick reply makes your breath get caught up in your lungs, your stomach turning into knots. “oh baby, i’d steal the fucking mona lisa from the louvre if you ask me to.”

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ru1-png · 2 years

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HIHI!! can i request a fluff fic of seven from mystic messenger? THANK YOUU

#. Cuddling With 707 !

💭 ‘C0NTENT DESCR1PTION!

. loading 100% 🍓 \\ synopsis : cuddling with an overworked seven? hell yes. ♯. genre = fluff ! word count : 1515

AAAAAH I WOULD LITERALLY GIVE THE WORLD FOR SEVEN THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST KU!! Me when the 4lifers in the gc give the best requests !!! the way i have once again changed my formatting a bit, god damn was it fun to put extra effort into this fic!!

You know that Seven is often overworked. His job mercilessly working him through the nights, leaving him beyond worn out. Unable to really leave much due to the lack of energy, you can't help but feel so incredibly bad when you'd notice the small details. Disheveled hair, bags under eyes, constant yawning, you wish you could do more for your boyfriend to help take the stress of the workloads off of him. As you begin brainstorming to yourself at your desk, suddenly you get a ping on your phone, it seems to be a notification from the messenger. Your curiosity peaks as you wonder who sent a message this time.

Y/N! Mannn im so tired T_T... just had to work another all-nighter lolol

"Again... what if I maybe head over to his place to go hang out with him? Getting his mind off of everything happening with work might help him out. Why does being a hacker have to be such a complicated and hard job anyway..." You complain, but alas you can't just expect Seven to not have a job. You begin typing up a response.

SEVEN!! Good afternoon<3 are you alright? How are you feeling right now? You should really take a nap or something soon if you're this tired, I don't want anything to happen if you don't sleep enough.

Nah don't worry about it darling~ I'll be just fine. This is normal anyway, so I'll just make some coffee or something and try to find something to do

Well.... how about this, why don't I head over to your place. I really have been missing you and I'd honestly really like to see you right now

Omg... I'd actually really love that yes!! Quick quick come over, faster than you've EVER gone anywhere. Now I wanna see you so so badly!!!

You giggle to yourself at Seven's child-like reactions when he is excited by something. You quickly go to pick out a cute outfit as you type a quick response.

Well then if you say so lol, I'll start getting ready now! I LOVE YOU SEVEN I'LL SEE YOU SOON<3

LOVE YOU TOO BABE! Now, go begin your ultimate speedrun!

You swiftly then begin to get ready, putting on an outfit enough to wow your boyfriend. You hope that this will hopefully make him feel even better, swiftly leaving your apartment right after you pack up everything you may need. The drive over to Seven's place is decently long, seeing as he lives in quite a secluded area. You don't mind though; it is quite nice to be in such a quiet area when visiting him.

As you finally make it, you text Seven asking to let you in since the security system has always been far too confusing to try and learn. You stand there for a few moments once it says he reads your text, until suddenly the door opens. There standing before you is your lovely boyfriend Seven, once again sporting his disheveled sleep deprived look.

"Jesus Christ has he not slept in days?!" You worriedly ask yourself. Due to that worry, you quickly rush in to hug Seven feeling as though he needed it. You tightly embrace him, ensuring that he is wrapped in nothing but the tender feeling of your overwhelming love to take away any worries he may have. His face lights up in response, beyond happy to see you. You then realize how much he must have missed you while constantly working, which makes you only wanna hug him tighter.

Seven breaks through the silence of you both hugging to lean down and give you a tender kiss on the forehead, "I missed you so much babe!" He lets out an accompanying yawn. "Come on inside." He says with an adorable grin on his face. You can already tell he feels quite happy which can't help but make your heart feel even warmer. "Oh yeah... heh- I'm sorry about the mess. There's things like everywhere but, I'll try to get to cleaning it as soon as possible." Seven let's out an awkward laugh and you walk in to see the effects of your boyfriends' sleepless nights on his small house. Empty bags of Honey Buddha chips, energy drinks, barely anything that's really even considered food.

"Oh, it's fine, I can help you clean! Just like always don't pick up any of the stacks of papers and other documents rights?" Knowing that Seven keeps a lot of confidential info in here, you make sure that you offering to help wouldn't be invading in the privacy of his work.

Seven smiles once again at your kind gesture, "Well, I wouldn't want to have you cleaning up after my mess but thank you so much babe! I really appreciate the offer~ you can just pick up the small items all over the floor I'll take care of the papers later when it doesn't feel like my body is gonna slump over and just..." He then dramatically slumps back in his desk chair, "And just die...!" He laughs in response at his own joke, to which you nudge at him for his teasing, "Well then, you better make sure you get some good sleep tonight cause maybe you 'just dying' isn't very fun!"

Trying to change the topic from his current sleep situation, he quickly brushes off your comment. "Yeah yeah, you do look incredibly pretty in that outfit right now though. Literally just seeing it makes me want to kiss you more and more by the second..." You can see Seven's face has gone a shade of pink, and he is trying to contain his smile of awe.

"Well, I wanted to make sure that I dressed my best today to see you! I thought it would put a smile on your face and well, mission accomplished~" You walk forward and proceed with the kiss before the redhead could get to it. The sudden showing of affection makes Seven whip out the theatrics again, "Oh alas, it seems as though the princess has stolen my heart again! Looks like I gotta get you back and do that to you unexpectedly now!" You both proceed to giggle as you begin helping to pick up the small pieces of trash on the floor, tables, etc. Buy, you couldn't help but continue eyeing Seven, knowing that he doesn't want you to be concerned about his current state. It's not until you see him stumbling around, obviously barely even to keep his body even standing, you quickly panic and rush over to the redhead.

"Seven! You need to rest, now! You can't just keep causing harm to your body and saying it's okay. If you're worried about causing me concern, then please know you'll only cause me more from not taking care of yourself. Please babe, rest..." You plead softly as you lead Seven over to his bed.

"Y/n... please don't feel like you have to be so concerned for me- I'm fine I swear." He tries to give a soft laugh to reassure you, but it's obvious that his body cannot even muster that in the state it's in.

"Nope, don't wanna hear it!" You place your boyfriend on his bed, placing yourself right next to him.

"But whyyy- y/n, you traitor!" Seven whines.

"Traitor? Yeah alright, how dare I make you lay down~" You teasingly reply as you nudge yourself closer to the redhead. Stroking his hair slowly in rhythmic patterns, you begin to bring Seven in another warm embrace. "Seven, I care about you... so incredibly much. I don't want you to just start assuming you can just mistreat yourself right after working for so long. Please, start taking care of yourself more babe." You lecture him as you kiss him on the forehead, he looks down.

"Yeah yeah... I'll try y/n- I'm sorry for keeping you so concerned, you really don't need that kind of stress." He places his head right under your chin, his hair tickling along your next as you continue stroking his hair.

You give a smile, "Don't apologize Sev~ just... get some good rest my love."

He doesn't respond, but that's fine. You continue to lull the redhead to sleep until finally, you can hear his soft peaceful snores. Never has it looked like someone could be enjoying sleep more than Seven in that very moment, that's what gives you an overwhelming sense of comfort. Just holding him, keeping him close and protecting him. Your heart skips a few beats at first, your face a shade of pink.

Your eyes begin to slowly drift into slumber as well.

#seven x reader #707 x y/n #707 x reader #mystic messenger #mystic messenger x you #mystic messenger x reader #mysme 707 #saeyoung choi #mysme saeyoung #mysme luciel #707 fluff #first time writing for this fandom

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Hi Moon🌙

For ask game for fanfic writers :3

2, 7, 17,29, 30, 64 and 98 (yes, this one on purpose for make you praise yourself and be kinder to yourself 🫶)

Hello Anna T_T This took way too long, I'm so sorry.

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

I answered this one over here :3

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

The first ever fanfic? Oh god, that's more than a decade and a half ago... but okay xD Basically Kei and Hikari (the main couple from S.A) take a trip on a cable car during a winter getaway, and as you can expect, the car stops right in the fucking middle. What happens next? A lot of sexual tension, that's what. I was like... 13 or 14 when I wrote this xD It was titled 'Love in the Ice' btw, lol.

17. what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

Oof, this is hard #_# There's got to be many, though my head is blank now... but... okay. I guess this one from Ch.16 of VBEOW:

He bid her goodbye, once again, and that time had been the most painful of all, because now he knew, there could've been something between them, something called love, and it couldn't be, only because she was supposed to be just Annie, and he wanted that for her more than love.

29. give us a spoiler for one of your stories.

XD Wah, really? A spoiler? Uhhhhhh okay, so there will be a chapter in VBEOW titled "Once a Fighter, Always a Fighter" and personally, I'm very excited for it (though it's a long way away for now). Very vague, I know, but it's a spoiler xD

30. most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

Hm... from a fic? Or just in general? Okay, I guess I'll go with Carl Sagan's dedication to his wife in his book 'Cosmos'. It goes like this: "In the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with Annie."

I think about it often, because in our very brief time of conscious life on this (rare) planet, it is certainly such a wonderful thing that we live alongside other wonderful people who touch our hearts and change us forever.

64. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read?

Ooohh. I think it's got to be "Breathturn" by ladywongs, who wrote it for the touken fandom. I can't find her/their fics up anywhere anymore, but since I have a downloaded copy of it, I often go and re-read it. It was an angsty-smutty piece, which captured the quality of the title very well, imo.

98. what don’t you like about your writing style?

:< Oh no. Everything, sometimes. Other times, I don't like how it seems very much like violet prose... or maybe that's just me because I'm too critical of my skills and hate everything I do haha xD Anyway. Someday, I'll be proud. That's good enough.

Thank you anna T^T You're always too damned sweet :<

#ask #ask game #annawayne

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plumpycakemix · 1 year

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“wish you were sober”

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong

Description: Just read this piece of words while listening to “Wish you were sober” by Conan Gray, trust me.

Note: LeonAda but make it painful (like they always have been) English is not my first language and I wrote this in like 10 minutes so please dont mind me if there is any grammar error T_T

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“Leon, come on, dont be such a bitch.”

As Ada saying, she was leaning on the bar with the 5fth shot of tequila in her hand. She looks at the young man in front, slowly sipping the margarita he called. He slipping it slowly, maybe for build up a cool man figure, or just simply because he hates the taste of it. But he does not think the girl beside him right now is afraid of anything ever.

Ada is the girl he ever dream for. She only exist in his wildest dream, like the prettiest star on the sky that he can not touch, only able to adore from afar. And he does not think of a future with both them in it. He can be the Sun, and Ada is the Moon. So close, yet so far. So familiar, yet too damn strange. It feels like a fever dream. Burning him from the inside out.

“What is it? Too stunned staring at my new ripped jeans?” - Ada said, notice Leon being a little zoned out.

“Cut it off Ada”

She let out a soft chuckle. A tight tee with ripped jeans look too great to be true on her.

The party only go wilder and wilder, and so does Ada. She let herself completely blend into the crowd. Something Leon can never exprerience once in his life, and maybe ever. He hates loud noises. The concept of jumping and dancing and screaming like a maniac in between hundreds of stranger give him a sort of extremely uneasy feelings. Nevertheless the fact that is, why the hell is he here, at a party? I guess we all know.

“You dont even know him enough to trade drinks Ada, thats crazy!”

“What? Thats how party work idiot!” - Ada mumbling at Leon as he trying to get her inside the car.

Leon feels like she can pass out right at that moment. He sighed, thinking to himself “Story of my life..” when slowly starting the car to drive her home.

Suddenly, Ada touch Leon hand softly. But tighter than ever she has been touched his hands. Leon look back at her. With the eyes of mixed feelings. Some surprise, some curiousity, some hard emotions he can not name. He feel his throat dried up a little bit.

When Ada lean in to bring him into a kiss.

A slight kiss. Their lips only touch for a matter of second before it breaks to nothingness again. Leon was in shock. He can not deny he was leaning closer, please for the moment to never end. He was trying to stay with it for a little bit longer, even for just one second or two. But it fades away. Just as fast as how it comes.

Ada looks at him. She looks sober, yet drunk more than ever. With a genuine look in her eyes. She hold his hand tightly, as if she let it go, she will lose him to the dark forever. Moreover, he will lose her. And Ada close her eyes. Let herself escape from the situation she just got herself in. Left Leon with thousands of questions that he might never get a proper answer.

He smile. Bitterly. It feels like a fate they can not get away with. She feels like a curse in his mind. That he can not, or even wants to, get rid of. Ada is like a drug, a cigarette, a cup of tequila, or all the toxic but addictive chemical on this world he can list out. Clearly, so obviously, he knows how much it hurts. He just can not let her go. As if she is a part of him. A part of his soul. A part of his life.

A part of his destiny.

“Real sweet, but i wish you were sober.”

#leon kennedy #resident evil #i dont even ship them #ada wong #leon x ada

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omgomg modern!daemon's nonnie's really lucky. i'm excited to see the thing you were writing. 'LOVE LETTER TIME' ANY TIME DESERVES TO BE LOVE LETTER TIME 'im sending brain cells your way' thanks hottie-cutie-meanie. actually, i'm pretty good at math too. the problem was that tasks were not hard but a lot. 'i cant believe you still have to study in the cold' well 'you're too old to be afraid of this weather' said one very kind deputy head. yes i've been living in such conditions for my whole life but?? girl?? have you ever heard smth about being ill??? thanks for the hug! i hope i'll see this girl alive TT and i do sleep during the day a little (imagine angry emoji) 'i shower you with compliments more like my cat' can i be your cat TT if i can't have one, maybe i can be one TT you know, pretend untilit's real. no but just imagine being allergic to yourself... 'i have two! yushi and his son jinjin' OMG aaaaaaaa such cuties TT omg i'm gonna cry again. i beg you to show your cats plspls i can call you master (as a cat) or big sister or hannah smith (as a matt smith's spouse) but plss TT my only goal in the whole life is to see the cats every person i know owns. (is jinjin after jinjin from astro or am i being crazy?..) and i have a really-super-indeed important academic competition(?) on the 19.12 so if you're going to post something i'll probably read it later but!! i will!! wait for me pls good morning!! take care! love you <з meow

HEWWOW!!

love letter time 😌

omgomg modern!daemon's nonnie's really lucky. i'm excited to see the thing you were writing.

lol i was writing for another fandom HAHAHH idk if you'd care for it it was my hob x endless!reader fic for the show the sandman lololol you don't have to check it out if it doesn't entice you lololl

'LOVE LETTER TIME' ANY TIME DESERVES TO BE LOVE LETTER TIME

lol well, realistically speaking i cant be sending you love letters any time lol HAHHAHAH

'im sending brain cells your way' thanks hottie-cutie-meanie. actually, i'm pretty good at math too. the problem was that tasks were not hard but a lot. 'i cant believe you still have to study in the cold' well

SLAYYYYYYYYY BESTIEEEEEEE WE LOVE A MATH WHIZZZZZZ

'you're too old to be afraid of this weather' said one very kind deputy head. yes i've been living in such conditions for my whole life but?? girl?? have you ever heard smth about being ill??? thanks for the hug! i hope i'll see this girl alive TT

DOES THAT DEPUTY MEAN OLD PEOPLE DONT HAVE FEELINGS this is why we cant have nice things T_T they want us to repress our emotions //: rat //: and yeah haven't you ever hear of being ill? yuck ALSO DAMN I HOPE YOU SEE THAT GIRL ALIVE TOO MY GOSH T_T HUGS HUGS HUGS

and i do sleep during the day a little (imagine angry emoji)

AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHH THATS SO CUTE HAHAHHAAH

'i shower you with compliments more like my cat' can i be your cat TT if i can't have one, maybe i can be one TT you know, pretend untilit's real. no but just imagine being allergic to yourself...

T_T lol sure you can be my cat AHAHHAHHAh im pretty sure if you were a cat you wouldn't be allergic to yourself T_T did you know theres actually a cat that people who are allergic to them can have because apparently they dont have that gene that makes people allergic. i show it on animal planet once but i dont remember what its called lol i researched it an apparently there was a bunch but i think the one i watched was about the russian blue cat HAHHAH fitting for you i think

'i have two! yushi and his son jinjin' OMG aaaaaaaa such cuties TT omg i'm gonna cry again. i beg you to show your cats

ok i went through my pictures to see show you some

this is yushi he used to have a brother named mochi but he got hit my a van and i will never stop mourning him. the right most pic is yushi (left) and mochi (right)

(i went into the depth to look for a photo of mochi and then i realized i didnt have any anymore, and then when i found some i started crying because i was mochi's favorite and he didnt deserve what happened to him i miss him so much im so sad i cant stop crying hold on) i found the last video and photo i had of him but he had a gaping wound in it so im not going to add it T_T

this is jinjin yushi's baby

the story of how we got him is pretty long, but i'll tell you to distract from my sobs. so we have a stray girl cat in our neighborhood and im pretty sure yushi got her pregnant lol thats so funny to say but its true.

this was jinjin when we got him (he fell from the roof and had a broken leg but we didnt have money to bring him to the vet so i just gave him a makeshift cast and prayed he'd get better (he did)) he was so skinny and touch deprived T_T im crying again but he's better now

this is him after a while and his leg was better and he's with ysuhi in the first pic. we though yushi would try to kill him at first but they're so sweet to each other T_T i cant stop crying

honestly i swear im not making this up but jinjin is so much like mochi that i think God sent him to ease my sorrows T_T its genuinely so crazy how alike they are T_T i miss mochi so much im so sorry mochi. when he got hit i was so scared to watch him die and i regret not being with him in his last moments so badly im sorry i had to tell you this i wont go on about anymore

this is jinjin now

he's such a prince

this is my neighbors dog brownie she is a good girl

plspls i can call you master (as a cat) or big sister or hannah smith (as a matt smith's spouse) but plss TT my only goal in the whole life is to see the cats every person i know owns.

you can call me whatever you want. i choked on the water i was drinkin when i saw hannah smith but im too sad to type that with excitement

(is jinjin after jinjin from astro or am i being crazy?..)

actually no but its so wild that you also know astro slay bestie. we actually thought jinjin was a girl so i named him after characters from genshin impact his full name was barbara jean ponyo (ponyo as in the anime) but then he was a boy so i was like lol jean is fine or gene in masc form then it became jinjin. my sister cringes everytime we talk about astro jinjin now lol HAHA

and i have a really-super-indeed important academic competition(?) on the 19.12 so if you're going to post something i'll probably read it later but!! i will!! wait for me pls good morning!! take care! love you <з meow

WOW MY BIG BRAIN CHILD IS AN ACADEMIC COMPETITOR SLAAYYY <3 i hope it went well i love you so much

ps if you apologize about making me cry cos i went through mochi's photos i will cry some more

xxx im luv u

#reader be warned i talk about the death of my cat #anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #daemon x reader #modern!daemon nonnie

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Boyz n the Hood

Finished Watching: 2/13/2024

Genre: Crime, Drama, Coming-of-Age

Rating: 🌟🌟🌟/5 (3/5)

Expectations: Honestly, I had no clue what I was expecting from this film. I knew it was going to be another coming-of-age story, and The Breakfast Club felt like it was enough for me (y'all I'm taking a coming-of-age film class, I'm not gonna make it T_T). I wasn't expecting it to be super impactful on me, mostly because I've had a completely different life and growing-up experience than I expected these kids to have, so it felt like it was once again going to not be relatable for me.

Not a Favorite

Summary: Tre is sent to live with his father, Furious Styles, in Southern LA. His father is strict but instills him with proper values and teaches him about respect, which is not an easy task in the neighborhood they live in. When he's 17, Tre is a level-headed teen who has stayed out of trouble, unlike his friend Doughboy, who has been in and out of jail multiple times. Doughboy and his brother, Ricky, don't have the same kind of support Tre has, and thus they live out the tragedy that is expected of them.

Thoughts (*SPOILERS*):

Truthfully, I wasn't expecting much from this movie. Probably because I was still disappointed with my first coming-of-age film. But Boyz n the Hood was actually worth the time. There were times were it would be a bit slower, but that's expected of every movie. This film is a lot more plot-driven, rather than character-driven, like I was expecting it to be. Sure, the characters all had distinct personalities, and their personalities fueled the plot, but it wasn't the only thing driving the film.

I originally didn't expect to relate to this film at all. After all, they're supposed to be in Southern LA, in a neighborhood overrun with druggies, gangs, and violence. I grew up as a loser in the suburbs. The closest thing I've seen to a fight is similar to the fights that Doughboy and Ricky would have, between 2 guys outside my old high school. I was correct in thinking that I wouldn't relate to this film. But that doesn't take away from it, strangely.

The overall plot was pretty well done. Obviously, like most older movies I haven't heard of before, I didn't have too high expectations, yet this film was able to hold my attention. When I would drift off, it caught me again (though I would have preferred to not drift off in the first place). I think I liked Ricky's storyline the best though. Despite not having as great support as Tre had, he still was making something of himself, and in the end, no matter how hard he tried to do good, it still wasn't enough. It really portrays the tragedy of life in a more extreme way that I was hooked on.

While Ricky's plotline may have been my favorite, my favorite character had to be Doughboy. He was misguided from a young age, but damn, the kid had nobody. His mother preferred Ricky, so he turned to a new life. He was dangerous and probably put a target on everybody's back, but COULD YOU BLAME HIM?? If I saw my mom openly favoring my half-brother in a situation like his, shit, maybe I would have as well. Doughboy is the tragic character who fucks everything up, not because he wants to, but because it's all he knows how to do.

Overall, this movie was one of the better ones that I've seen this year (I've only seen one other thing, and I already posted about it (._.)). Would I have watched it if it wasn't required in my course? Probably not. But I'm glad I did.

#boyz n the hood #coming of age #black films #movie recommendation #movies #movies to watch #movie review #tre styles #furious styles #doughboy baker #ricky baker #boyz in the hood #90s films #to watch #spoilers #movie #90s movies

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Okay how about first cuddles with Bakugou? Like he is almost feral about being held and having reader snuggle into them. And then....then he realizes the powers of a good cuddle. His body relaxes and accepts the cuddles. You know, just Bakugou leaning how to be a soft boy. 🥰🥰🥰 Hope this helps!! Happy Writing!!

This T_T my heart absolutely melted. This was absolutely self-indulgent on my end and I’m so happy you requested it!!!!

I decided to make it a part 2 of this one shot since so many people asked for a part 2 🥰🥰🥰 Lol also it’s long so I’m sorry

Friday Night pt. 2:

Third-Year Bakugou Katsuki x Third-Year gender-neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff, pining, cuddles, first kiss, just Bakugou going feral when he finally gets cuddles

Bakugou didn’t sleep like you thought he would.

Even with the fever ripping through his body, he laid there so peacefully. On his back, eyes scrunched shut, mouth in a thin line, the first time you had ever seen him not scowling, actually. It was like sneaking back into school after hours and watching the teachers work silently, in their natural habitats.

You didn’t know what you were expecting him to look like unconscious. Snarling snores, maybe. Resting on his stomach, gripping the sheets in his fists hard enough to rip. Probably thrashing, screaming and cursing at his dreams. Imploding smokey holes into the mattress.

But not...this. Not so peaceful, not the way he turned and slightly smiled at whatever his brain came up with. Not the way he would gently breathe in and out of his nose. Not the way his right hand sat limply at his side, his left crossed protectively over his worst wound near his stomach. Not the way his hair stuck out on the pillow gently cushioning his bruised face.

Neither Bakugou nor Aizawa would tell you how he got hurt, raising your suspicions. With graduation looming and the hero license exam nearing, you had figured your teacher had taken some of the top third-year students out for extra training. Bakugou had garnered more control over his quirk, granted, but he still needed the extra training. He liked to push himself too hard, take too many missions. Your outburst earlier in the evening sunk that into his thick skull.

Some part of watching him felt wrong, knowing he would blast you into outer space if he caught you looking. But this was your job tonight, to sit by his side and watch over him as he healed.

He suddenly gasped in his sleep, eyebrows furrowing as he clutched his deepest wound. The air rushed out of his now-open mouth, accompanying the slightest whimper. You lurched forward and activated your quirk, falling to your knees to look within him.

It staked your heart to see him in so much pain, but nothing was wrong, just some blood rushing to his wound. Not too heavy to come through the bandage, though, so you blinked and let it be.

And then you took a calculated risk. Maybe it was foolish, maybe it was wrong, maybe you thought “to hell with it” about his malicious tendencies. You knew it wouldn’t cure him, and you knew he would probably disintegrate you into a pile of ash and smoke, but you wanted to try. That tugging feeling in your stomach wouldn’t leave you alone, so...

You kissed him.

Well, his forehead. It was hot and dripping with sweat, and you knew it was dangerous, you knew his power was stored in his sweat, but you did it anyway. You had to. You had to try something to ease his pain.

He shifted beneath your touch, and you dove back into your chair and tried to act nonchalant.

Like that would work. Nothing escaped Bakugou, even when he slept.

His eyes peeled open, eyebrows quirked as he took in his surroundings. A brief whiff of smoke aired from his palms until he realized where he was. In “some extra’s dorm.”

“Hey--” his voice crackled like his bombs as his eyes fully adjusted to the dim lamplight. His peaceful facade remained.

“Hey,” you whispered back. Even injured and half-asleep, he still intimidated you.

“What happened?”

You breathed, relief flooding your core. He hadn’t noticed. “The pain woke you up. But you’re alright. Go back to sleep.”

His eyes trailed lazily across the room, until they met yours. Those crimson red irises could strike fear into the hearts of friend and foe, but when they looked at you, they were soft, confused, trusting. Sleepy.

“That’s not all.”

You settled back in your chair, fiddling with the wicker arms. “That’s what happened.”

“You kissed me.”

You suddenly prayed to every god that you would die. Shiiiiiiiiit, he felt that?

Panic covered your hands, making you lose feeling in your fingers. A buzzer sounded in your head, like an evacuation alarm. You cleared your throat. You wracked your brain for an excuse, but came up empty. Lying to him was a surefire way of getting blasted through the nearest wall. And, if the way he looked at you was any indication, you’d better tell the truth. “Only on the forehead.”

Bakugou studied you. Now his eyes were calculating, cunning. Now you couldn’t tell if he were looking at you as friend or foe. “You know my sweat could blast your face off.”

It would be a mercy compared to what you were about to go through. “You...just looked like you were in pain. I wanted to help.”

He stared at you for a few more painful seconds. His gaze pierced your sternum like a knife. Then, as if Heaven itself opened, he smiled.

He smiled.

“I wouldn’t mind another,” he murmured, turning his head back to the ceiling. Try as he might, you saw that grin, joining the blush running across his cheeks. As much as your crush feelings were hyped, you couldn’t help but feel more relieved at the fact that you were still in one piece.

You crept forward, hesitant to do as he suggested. He was a bucking horse, a wildfire that changed direction with the wind. It was all you could do to avoid getting burned.

As you leaned over him again, your size dwarfed by him, that calculating sheen stayed put. Was he going to burn you as you were defenseless? Was he going to blast you? He wouldn’t. He had better instincts than to hurt the very person taking care of his injuries as he laid helpless in bed.

But if he was being vulnerable with you, then maybe you should be vulnerable with him.

When you were just a few inches away, Bakugou’s eyes still open, he suddenly reached up and yanked your head down, interlocking his lips with yours. You sputtered, jerking to pull off, but his hand kept you there, eyes fluttering shut as soon as you made contact. After a moment, when you felt your soul reenter your body, you shifted to support yourself better, kneeling half-way on the bed, crossing your chest just above his.

He was warm. You could feel his warmth even while you sat feet away. Unlike Deku, whose skin was always cool and clammy, he was warm. Either by his quirk or fever or just himself, he was burning up, fiery to touch, like a cast iron brand digging into your side. That’s how he made his way in this world, torching the earth and salting the fields if he didn’t get what he wanted, setting off explosions to mold and shift reality into what he desired. He was molten lava, desperate, eager, wanting, burning and terrifying to touch, a spark set ablaze to decimate anything in its path.

Pulsating, and beating, and alive.

But when you lowered your fingertips to his shoulder, and you flinched--breaking the kiss to softly gasp--he frowned, focusing on your face, the way your eyes looked at your hand and how your sensitive fingers rubbed together.

“You okay?” he whispered, gravel voice hushed in honor of the moment.

You heard the pain laced beneath his voice and turned to look at him. Your hand fell on the mattress beside his chest. As his eyes bore into your head, you watched him, the way his muscles rippled, the way his very soul seemed enchanted by your kiss. If you activated your quirk, you were sure you could see the way his blood danced beneath his skin, the rush of chemicals to his brain, the excitement flaring in his nostrils.

He was an inferno incarnate, breathing and wild and alive, letting you touch him with all the slow calmness of an ocean breeze.

You slowly blinked, losing yourself in the imprint of his lips on yours. You unconsciously reached up to your mouth, tracing the outline of it with your fingertips.

As you make a sound of satisfaction, he smirked, trailing a hand up your calf to rest placidly on your thigh. “I said, extra, you okay?”

“Umm. Yeah.” Your eyes follow his hand, expecting it to burst like his grenades. “You’re just really hot.”

He scoffed, smacking your thigh--but gently, just feeling your skin. “Damn right I am.”

“No, not like that.” You rolled your eyes. “I mean, you are hot--attractive, I mean--but your skin...ummm, it burned me.”

“Oh,” he grunted. His eyebrows furrowed, losing that playful edge. He took away his hand, bunching around the sheets instead.

You massaged your sore fingers as he contemplated. You nearly missed his hissed out, “Sorry.”

So it was a night of firsts--the first time he heard you curse, the first time you heard him apologize, your first kiss and his, too, as far as you knew.

“It’s okay.”

Bakugou moved, waving your helping hand away in case he burned you again. Once he sat up, he leveled his eyes to yours and very lightly, gingerly, took your hand and raised it to his pouty lips. You waited for the sting, but as he kissed your fingertips, all you felt was warmth, like molten chocolate, like a woolen scarf, like the sleepy feeling of an open oven door.

He finished by rotating your hand in all angles and degrees, making sure to cover every inch of your palm, knuckles, and wrist in his love. The residual buzz traveled from your hand into your heart.

“It’s my emotions,” he murmured against your skin. “My quirk acts up when I’m emotional.”

He kept his eyes nearly shut, only focusing on pressing more adoring kisses to your skin. When you returned your other hand to his chest, he shuddered, staring back at you with wide eyes. You saw what he was about to say--“Don’t touch me, I don’t want to hurt you”--and folded your finger against his lips.

“You won’t hurt me,” you whisper. “You’re powerful, but I’m not afraid of you.”

You moved your hand down and leaned forward, returning his kiss. The hand he once possessed smoothed under his jaw, outlining it with a finger to pull him close. You tasted the hesitancy in his lips, no longer masked under the bravado of his previous kiss, and smiled. You searched for his hand and found it, bringing it to your waist, giving permission to the boy who rarely waited for others’ approval. But he waited for you. He respected you.

I know you won’t hurt me.

And that single move was when he realized he was so, so feral for your touch.

His long, powerful arms wrapped around your middle, hauling you completely onto the bed and scooting you into his lap, hugging you as close as he possibly could. There was no soft bone in his body--he devoured you, desperate for your love, your lips, you, you, you. A boy who had been scared to touch all of his life--knowing what it did to people, what he could do if he tried, the damage he even did on accident--was now clutching someone who wasn’t scared, someone who cared, whose hands knotted in his hair revealed just how desperately you needed him, as well.

You filled him with your love, and he you, and you felt a tear escape, the kind that you cry when watching a sunset, or eating ice cream, or listening to your favorite song, when you’re so happy that smiling just isn’t enough.

Bakugou felt the wetness on your cheek and paused, cradling and dipping the back of your head so he could kiss it away. “What’s wrong, Firework?”

You veins ran hot at the pet name so naturally falling from his lips. “Nothing.” You smile, biting your lip. “I’m just happy.”

He nuzzled your forehead. “Good. Now, let’s lay down. You need to sleep.”

You smoothed the bottom of your pajama shirt as he stretched to turn off the lamp. As you began to wriggle out of his grasp, he suddenly grabbed you tighter and held you as he shifted, lifting the blanket and dragging you both below. You began to protest on account of his injuries, but he squeezed you tighter against his chest.

“I’m not letting you out of my arms again,” he whispered, with a kiss to the head.

Once you both were situated in the dark, you rested your head on his shoulder as he scratched your back. The long, slow strokes nearly lulled you into sleep, but one question filled your mind.

“Baku--”

“Katsuki.”

You couldn’t see him, but he moved his face nearer yours, catching your hand planted on his chest. “Call me Katsuki.”

“Okay.” The draw of his informal name sent a chill down your spine that you’re sure he felt. “Katsuki, why call me Firework?”

He smiled into your hair, shifting your weight onto him. Drowsiness choked his voice. “Because fireworks are beautiful, brilliant, and I like to look at them.” His knuckles found your cheek, and he brushed them against it. “And you are beautiful, brilliant, and I like to look at you.”

Satisfied, you closed your eyes, drinking in the feeling of his warm skin and arms cradling you, desperate, never willing to let you go, and you never wanting him to.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugou x reader #boku no academia #my hero academia #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha #bnha #mha bakugou #mha bakugo #bnha bakugo #bnha bakugou

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plxnetyasaii · 3 years

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one call away

Takeomi Akashi x reader

warnings: cussing,basically a porno, the reader isnt a winey bitch btw

You were home…all alone while your boyfriend was at a urgent work meeting

But that wasn’t the problem the problem was that he was gone and you were needy.

And masterbating was NOT helping AT ALL

You sat there on the bed fingering your woman hood back arching trying to get more friction

But it wasn’t working for you… you needed more like his dick…

Ohh how bad you needed that right now

Maybe you should call him…NO! Sadly you can’t hes in a boten meeting and you can’t disturb those

They only call meeting if its something important

So you should never disturb those…

But ohhh it was so so temping

Instead of calling you thought

‘Nobody said I couldnt text instead’.

So you texted takeomi

“Takeomii”but sadly you got no reply so you tried again

“Boy ik you see me texting you(｡ì _ í｡)” then he finally replied

“What?” it was a quick and short response but you weren’t upset by it

“Ill just get to the point I need you now”

“Im busy” okay that one kinda hurt

“Do it for me please”

“I said I can’t”

He can be so fucking stubborn sometimes one way to fix said stubbornness…nudes simple

So you sent him one of you in your fav pair of panties

“Oh fuck” was all he sent then 15 minutes later you hear the front door bust open and hear him stomping towards the bed room

The door swings open you see him panting

“Its even better in person” he says in a low grumble trying to catch his breath

“Lets go alre-“ you couldnt even your sentence before he pounced on you

suddenly his lips crashed into yours

You rap your arms around his neck grinding your pussy against his dick that’s slowly growing harder by the second

Not long after that feel him break away and take one of your right tit in his mouth and his left hand grope your left

That alone made you give a breathy moan into his ear

Which made him groan and that sent shivers down your spine

Then you feel him let go of your tits “do I need to prep you?”

“Ahh- no I already di-“ he cuts you off by kissing you and you hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants

As he pulls his boxers down you feel his dick fall out and slap your stomach

You flinch because you forgot how big it was atleast 8.5inches on hard plus his girth was just above average

“Can I?” He asks and your not surprised he did hes always a man of consent

“Please do” you say with shaky breaths

He rips off your panties then his own clothes he threw them somewhere off in a corner but you didn’t care you’d get them later

He aims his tip at your entrance and he slowly pushes you inside as he gives you ass a couple of slaps

Good thing you prepped yourself because the stretch would’ve hurt a whole lot more

He groaned when he entered a little more than the tip

He waited patiently as always for you to be ready

“Okay im re-“ didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before he flipped you over and started moving at a harsh pace

gripping your hips like your gonna run away

And as always he was determined to make you cum first

“Ta- take-“ you tried to say his name between moans

He grabs your hair to lift up your head “oh don’t tell me your fucked out already?” He said chuckling at your expression

“Mmm” you said with half lidded eyes

Suddenly he starts going making your eyes shoot open

And let out a yelp

You felt that knot in your stomach tighten up more and more till it finally let loose “im- im cumming!”

As you came around him his trusts got sloppy then he lifted you up and buried himself in you and bottomed out inside with a loud grunt

Then he played you down slowly and fell down at your side trying to catch his breathing

Once his breathing finally settled he got up and you grabbed his arm

“Damn dude Are you going back already”you said a little sad he was leaving but no showing it

“Just bringing you to the bathroom with me to clean up” he says hoisting you over his shoulder

“Yea I knew that”

*ignore all missed words/spelling mistakes to lazy to fix them T_T*

#takeomi x reader #manga #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #senju i just fucked your brother #boten

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putschki1969 · 3 years

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「Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.#16 〜Sing a Song Tour〜」 Report

Performance title: “Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.# 16 ~ Sing a Song Tour ~” July 28 Broadcast date: October 8; Open: 19:30 Start: 20:00 [Participating artists] Yuki Kajiura (Piano / Chorus) KAORI (Vocal), KEIKO (Vocal), YURIKO KAIDA (Vocal), Joelle (Vocal), Guest Vocal: Aimer

Once again, I come bearing gifts. ^_^ As mentioned earlier, e+ makes it almost impossible for foreign fans to register and purchase tickets, it’s a huge shame. Therefore, I have decided to share this with you. Please enjoy! 〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

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Random Thoughts

Note: Finally got to watch the YKL. Since this wasn’t a live broadcast, it wasn’t too high on my priority list but of course I couldn’t resist buying a ticket. My report/review will focus mostly on Keiko and whatever else strikes my fancy. I apologise in advance to all Joelle/Kaori/Aimer fans, while I would never bash anyone I typically don’t have a lot of nice things to say about them.

Outfits: YK’s “gown” is simply the best, hands down her most gorgeous outfit up to date. The utahime dresses are meh, nothing to write home about. Keiko in thigh-high boots is always a win though.

Beginning: This Saeko Chiba cover is totally new to me, it’s my first time hearing the song. The overture is adorable and so mesmerising. YK mentioned a while back that she wanted this to be a sort of musical/theatrical introduction to all the participating artists and she certainly achieved her goal. Love how everyone gets their turn to shine. Having the spotlight on Keiko right from the start is such a treat. She is using her cutesy voice but it fits the vibe of the song so I am not mad. Cuteness overload. And you know me, I am so weak when it comes to “lalala”s. Immediate fave!! Not a fan of Joelle’s singing here, Kaori is Kaori. OMG, Yuriko blew me away. Perfection. Surprisingly one of my favourite performances from this live. Did not expect that.

記憶の森: Also new to me. I don’t know any of Yuuka’s songs if I am being honest :P A solid song, not an instant favourite but it might just take a few more listens to grow on me. Very happy about the focus on Keiko :-) She sounds amazing! Love it when she gets lots of solo lines. Once again, Yuriko delivers some epic parts towards the end, － MC －

Distance: Have always enjoyed this song, I am not missing Wakana too much here but I can’t say I love the version without her. For some reason Joelle’s singing is rubbing me the wrong way during this live.

Fields of hope: Not my cup of tea. Doesn’t do anything for me for some reason. Maybe too much Kaori. Sorry to all Kaori-fans! I don’t wanna bash her or anything, I have just never liked her voice too much.

宝石: Will never get tired of this. 💕 Beautiful performance by Keiko. However, I don’t think this is as good as some previous versions of the song.

凱歌: Damn, one of my all-time faves but without Wakana it really isn’t the same. *sobs* She is sorely missed here. These cool WaKei harmonies just cannot be recreated. Also, I swear, I typically don’t mind Joelle’s singing but so far during this live she just sounds ughhh to me, I am having a really hard time appreciating her parts. Has she always sounded this squeaky? － MC －

moonlight melody: Cute! More “lalala”s for me!

ひとりごと: Okay but I have never been a big fan.

約束: Next

花の唄 (Aimer): No thoughts. Not familiar enough with the song to appreciate it. Sorry T_T

I beg you (Aimer): Ohhh, I can get behind this, a REALLY cool song. Loved the performance (and Keiko wasn’t even on stage XD). Still can’t find it within myself to love Aimer’s voice though. Of course it’s all up to personal preference. － MC －

wonderland (Aimer): Uhmmm...Next

春はゆく (Aimer): Wanna get into it because it’s a ballad and it has lots of Keiko harmonies but for the life of me, I can’t bring myself to like it. － MC －

eternal blue: Usually skip this song. Not because it’s bad or anything. It’s okay but nothing special. I really only like the short Keiko solo :P

stone cold: Just like “Gaika” this is one of my all-time faves but I miss Wakana in the chorus. I can still enjoy the performance without her though. Keiko is having a blast. Love her interaction with Kaori, On a side note, I actually kinda liked Kaori covering Wakana’s parts this time around － MC －

ユメノツバサ: LOVE 💕 － EN －

目覚め: Epic. Yuriko slays. Joelle also sounds great here. Not missing Wakana too much. Solid performance. 10/10.

zodiacal sign: The Ongaku of YK Lives. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don’t. Guess I have to be in the mood for it. LOL at Yuriko waving into the camera, so adorable. Keiko was totally flustered XD － MC －

maybe tomorrow: Still not over the fact that Joelle was given all of Keiko’s solo parts T_T I don’t like it

*sighs* I kinda regret buying a ticket for this. Definitely NOT my favourite YKL setlist. This once again reminded me how picky I can be sometimes, I am surprised by how many songs I disliked. I wonder if I got a little overstimulated today so my reactions to this were overly negative...? Will have to rewatch it tomorrow. At least my “lalala” needs were fulfilled XD And it’s nice to see Keiko recruiting a new member to her harem. She cannot help herself and almost tackle-hugs Aimer from behind, typical Keiko-attack :P

#yuki kajiura #kajiura yuki #fictionjunction #sing a song tour #ykl vol 16 #streaming event #report #review #keiko #aimer #kaori #yuriko kaida #joelle #long text post #video #audio #mp3s #mp3

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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bao | myg | 1

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Min Yoongi is always late to start work. He’s late in starting a lot of things. Like telling you he loves you.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of parental injury/surgery; it’s actually SO MUCH fluff; non-idol!AU; (slightly) jealous deliveryboy!Yoongi x hardworking chef!reader ft. bao fiend, next-door neighbor, model!Taehyung; Yoongi gets injured T_T

it’s Weverse magazine Yoongi; can’t be helped he looked too good and yes it’s another fic revolving around food like mango | jjk (less dark this time lmao), guess that’s my schtick now

Men in leather jackets?

Yes.

Men who liked to wear silver rings?

Double yes.

Men whose name was Min Yoongi?

Fuck, no.

But, unfortunately, Min Yoongi was both of the first two things, when annoyed you to no end. You could hate Min Yoongi, easy, if he wasn’t attractive, but the truth was that he was very attractive, with his dark hair, cat-like eyes that were the color of black coffee, large pale hands, silver earrings, silver bracelets, and raspy deep voice.

The infuriating thing was, he was always late.

“Sorry,” he apologized for the billionth time. “I had to do something.”

You always have to do something, you thought, pursing your lips as you pushed the paper bags towards him. Each one was stapled with a small piece of paper, indicating the address and complete order of the patron.

“I’m going to fire you if you’re late again,” you warned.

Yoongi grinned as he gathered the bags. He had pretty white teeth too. Fuck. You even liked seeing his stupid teeth. The fuck was wrong with you?

“Nah, you won’t fire me. I’m your favorite delivery boy.”

“You’re my only delivery boy,” you shot back as he retreated.

“Thus, being your favorite,” he chuckled, out the back door once again.

You sighed deeply as you watched the black leather depart. He was wearing black jeans today that showed off his long legs, with a tear in the right knee. Why did he have to look so good? And why was he always late? It was very annoying. You checked your phone, texting your father, asking how he was today.

You spent all day taking orders and prepping them for Yoongi to deliver. In between, you continued making buns of all kinds, from savory pork buns to sweet red bean buns. You father owned a small Chinese-style bao shop, but since his back surgery, he hadn’t been able to work for a while. Your mother was taking care of him and complaining quite a bit about having another baby, except this one was bigger and more demanding and sounded way too much like your father.

You just laughed through the phone as your dad asked for more water and a foot massage.

Being their only daughter, you naturally had some experience making bao, but actually running the business was much harder. You weren’t sure how your dad did it all these years to be honest. There used to be a counter where people could drop by and pick up a bun for their lunch break, but the person who worked at that counter used to be your mother or you, and that wasn’t happening if you were making them all day. You weren’t as fast making them as your father either.

Therefore, the small shop ended up being converted to delivery only, and your only delivery boy was late to arrive all the damn time.

Okay, he wasn’t a delivery boy per se, because he was definitely an adult man, but he might as well have been a boy with how often you scolded him about being late. At least he was good at delivering the actual orders on time.

You heard a knock at the back door and scooped up two steaming roast pork buns, brushing the excess flour off your hands before opening the door.

A bright, jovial, boxy smile greeted you.

“Hey!”

Your only exception to delivery only. Kim Taehyung, your next-door neighbor.

You handed him the pork buns and he handed you some bills.

“Keep the change,” he grinned, biting into the bun and gasping a little at the heat. “Mmm, delicious as always.”

You chuckled. “You need to learn how to cook for yourself.”

He pouted, chewing noisily. “Ugh, it’s so hard. Teach me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I tried. You burned it somehow. I don’t even know how that’s possible.”

He shrugged. “I’m better at watching anyway.”

You looked over his attire. A brown suit with a cream t-shirt, green silk scarf around his neck. His hair was dark brown again. “What are you advertising today?” Taehyung was a model. Sometimes you saw him on billboards or ads in the supermarket.

Taehyung shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m going to the agency right now.” He held up the buns. “But I gotta eat first because it’s gonna be long day.”

You chuckled. “Better go before your manager calls.”

As if on cue, a colorful tune erupted from Taehyung’s pants, chirping loudly. Taehyung shoved one of the buns entirely into his mouth and spoke around it, words muffled.

“Ugh, thanks again. Let’s hang out when I can!” he called as he ran off, snatching his phone from his pocket, mumbling into it as he chewed.

You smiled ruefully, watching him hurry away. “Yeah, like that will ever happen.”

Taehyung was far too busy to hang out with you. You were surprised he still lived in the same apartment complex you did, because he made decent money now, but he said it was because his dog Yeontan didn’t like change and his parents lived nearby so he could drop him off there when he was working.

“Your boyfriend or something?”

You suddenly noticed Yoongi standing next to the door. You jumped back, staring at him. He raised an eyebrow.

“How long have you been there?”

Yoongi shrugged. “As long as you’ve been making googly eyes at him.”

You frowned. “I’m not making googly eyes at Taehyung.”

Yoongi smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Ah, he has a name. And no honorifics. Very suspicious, if you ask me.”

Nobody asked you! You wondered if he needed both arms to deliver food, because you were pretty close to breaking at least one of them. Surely, he could drive one-handed? You were a bit disturbed on how imagining that seemed somewhat attractive to you.

“He’s my next-door neighbor,” you huffed, turning on your heel and going back into the shop to pack more orders for Yoongi.

“Next door to you puss–”

You spun around and shoved a pork bun into Yoongi’s mouth. He nearly choked, grabbing it as you let go, his fingertips brushing against yours for a moment. A strange tingle travelled through your palm, going up your arm. You ignored it, purposefully slipping buns into paper packages for an order for a local office nearby.

“It’s your lunchtime anyway,” you said impassively, not looking at him.

If you did, you would have noticed the pink tinge on Yoongi’s cheeks, the furrow in his brows as he chewed on the bun, watching you. You would have noticed the way his jaw seemed to be tense, thinking about what he just saw, holding tightly to the pork bun.

Yoongi knew you were the one who made it. It tasted great, almost as good as your father’s. He knew your father well, having been the on-and-off delivery boy through the years, from high school to university to now. Being an underground music producer didn’t make him a ton of money, but he didn’t care too much. If he was more popular, he would have to quit.

And he really didn’t want to quit, because he was staring at your back, hoping one day you’d notice he was watching you.

He knew who Kim Taehyung was. Taehyung came every day. Maybe even for the same reason as him. He never interrupted your interactions with Taehyung before, because it seemed rude. They were always short anyway. But, of course, Taehyung noticed you were alone now, and Taehyung had been dressing nicer, looking cuter, flirting more and more. Yoongi doubted you noticed, but it still bothered him all the same.

Yoongi sighed inwardly as he picked up another bun. You shot him a glare but he shrugged.

“Might make me taller,” was his response.

You raised your eyebrows. “You want to be a fucking skyscraper or something?”

He bit into it. Fucking delicious. “Maybe.”

Truth was, he just didn’t want to stop eating them because you made them.

Yoongi wanted to pretend you made them just for him.

"What's this?"

"Pork and leek bao. Tell me what you think."

Yoongi took a small bite, chewing thoughtfully. "Light flavor, but nice."

"Too greasy?" you pried.

"Mm, little bit."

You sighed. "Hm, okay, won't sell them then. I'll have to eat them myself."

Yoongi looked at the huge tray of freshly streamed buns.

"I can help."

"Wait for them to cool and then you can pack however much you want," you said absentmindedly, off to wash the pots. "You have a steamer at home?"

"Mhm."

He looked good today too, still in his black leather jacket and black jeans, different loose gray shirt. Almost cute with the way he was chomping on the steamed bun, his cheeks filling and becoming round.

Too bad he couldn't be punctual to save his life, you thought, violently scrubbing the metal clean.

Yoongi sat in his studio, holding one of the pork and leek bao you had given him. He stored them in his freezer and streamed them periodically when he was at his desk. Easy, quick meal that had very little mess.

He chewed on it.

He should have told you to sell them.

But he also liked having his freezer full of bao that you had made. You probably would have given him some of he asked, but Yoongi felt bad asking because he knew how hard you worked. They should be for customers, not him.

He sat back in his chair, taking bites slowly, savoring them. Salty pork with the mild flavor of fresh leek, a little black bean to add a hint of nuttiness, grounding the greasy nature of the meat. Made by your own two hands, your hard work, day in and day out, trying to make up for the absence of your father.

He really should stop being late.

Then again.

Yoongi was always late because he was always working on music and when he wasn't working on music, he was oversleeping his work alarms.

It wasn't until you had gone to university that he realized how much he missed you and your presence at the bao shop. You were smart. Had a Biochemistry degree and everything. Yoongi couldn't make heads or tails of science, so that alone was impressive to him. But you hadn't been able to get a job in your field because your father’s back pain got worse and worse, until he had to get surgery. Now it meant you did everything and, while it pained him to watch you working so hard, secretly he was a little glad that he could see you every day.

He felt ashamed for thinking that way, because your father had surgery for a misaligned disc and Yoongi didn't wish that on anyone.

His eyes shifted to his computer.

He hasn't dropped his mixtape for a lot of reasons. One, what if no one liked it? All of his hard work, ignored? Or, what if everyone liked it? What if he made it big?

Could he handle that?

He didn't know. He wasn't very good with people.

Who was he? A nobody. Yoongi doubted your parents would be happy if the fucking delivery boy wanted to marry you. They were nice people, but of course they wanted better for you. That's why they worked so hard to put you through school to the point of your father's back literally breaking.

Maybe it would be better if you dated Taehyung. It seemed like he made a reasonable amount of money considering his clothes. He was handsome too. Yoongi saw Taehyung's face at the local supermarket sometimes. His own face would never be in supermarkets. No one would pick up a coffee with his face on it over Taehyung's.

Yoongi ate the last bite of bao bitterly and returned to his music.

"You're even later than usual today!"

"I'm sorry. I'll grab the orders right away."

"And why are you wearing this stupid hat? It's unprofessional–"

You attempted to grab the black baseball cap off of Yoongi's head, but he dodged you. He seemed more aloof than usual today, but you barely noticed in your irritation as you clicked your tongue and grabbed his leather jacket, yanking him towards you and pulling the cap off.

Three things happened at once.

Yoongi's body collided into yours.

He painfully gasped into your neck, turning your skin burning hot with his breath.

And third, your eyes widened as you realized Yoongi had a black eye.

You barely even noticed the first two things because you were staring at the fair skin around his right eye tinged with rings of purple-red. You released him and he backed up away from you, wincing.

"What happened?" you asked in a stunned voice.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes and tried to grab his hat, but you moved it behind your back, eyes glued to his bruise.

"Yoongi, tell me what happened."

You saw him pause. If you weren't so fixated on the actual black eye, you would have noticed his expression change from annoyance, to bitterness, to realization. Your tone was not angry. You were genuinely worried, to the point you felt strangely emotional, like you were going to cry.

"It's nothing," Yoongi mumbled. "I'm fine. It only looks bad."

Your eyes locked with his. Those dark orbs did not want to say anything. They wanted you to treat it like no big deal, or yell at him some more for being late, anything but address his black eye.

"Please tell me what happened," you said quietly.

Yoongi sighed, rubbing the back of his head. Usually his black hair was styled, but it was messy and flat from being under the cap.

"I did something stupid," he finally replied. "I trusted people. And I got scammed."

You waited. Yoongi shuffled his feet and continued.

"I produce and make music. I mixed a guy's entire album and when I asked for payment, they told me I was getting paid with exposure," he spat, as if the word itself was disgusting. "I was already in a shitty mood. So I punched him."

"You did what?"

"I punched him," Yoongi repeated coolly. He shrugged. "There were three other guys so I punched them too."

"Y... Yoongi!"

"What?" he snapped. "They fucking deserved it."

"You can't go around punching people!"

"Yeah." He pointed to his black eye. "Sometimes they punch back."

You stared at him before you held out his cap. He took it from you and crammed it back on his head.

"Yoongi, go home."

He paused. Then he chuckled, straightening. "What are you taking about?" He changed his tone, making to more lighthearted and teasing. He gestured behind you, to the brown paper bags waiting. "I have deliveries to make."

"I'll do them."

You stood in front of the bags, blocking him. Yoongi frowned.

"You have food to make."

"Yoongi," you said softly. "Go home and recover. You probably didn't get much sleep last night. I can see your dark circles."

He chuckled, the noise dying in his throat as he looked at your serious expression.

"I always have dark circles."

"I don't want you to get in an accident because of sleep deprivation."

"I won't get into an accident," Yoongi said impatiently. He tried to move around you, but you and your flour-covered apron blocked him.

"I don't want you to get hurt."

The way you said it stopped him. You thought of your father, laying in the hospital, doctors and nurses trying to make sure he was okay after the surgery. Yoongi could see it in your eyes. He sighed.

"Look, it's just a couple bruises. I did this to myself," he mumbled. His eyes shifted from side to side before they came back to you. "I need to make money. I'm short on rent because of this."

"Then I'll pay you," you insisted. "You need to rest."

You suddenly realized Yoongi was very close to you now, looking down at you from under his black baseball cap. His chest was almost touching your chest. The scent of leather and pine cologne filled your nose, vastly different from your dusty flour-covered self. His cat-like eyes were on you, expression unreadable.

"This is my rest," Yoongi said quietly. "Helping you deliver orders is the least stressful part of my day."

For a long moment, you didn't move. You weren't sure if it was because you were still worried or because Yoongi was so close and it felt weird all of a sudden, as if you recalled the way his body hit yours earlier and the way his breath tickled your skin.

You moved away and Yoongi collected the bags, careful not to drop them. You always ordered them so they were from first to last delivery, maximizing efficiency and order number. He made his way to the back door, using his back to open it.

You spoke again, voice nearly cracking.

"Please don't get hurt."

Yoongi looked up from under his black cap, expressionless. You expected him to give you a snarky remark as usual.

"I won't."

He headed out.

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idontknowwhattomakemyurllol · 3 years

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Bakugou, comfort fan fic

Summary : You and your ex just broke up. And you didn’t leave your room for a week. Bakugou wasn’t having any of it, and took you out.

Warning (?) : Not the best writing

A/N : Hi hi hi, Blinky here. So uhm..I made this a few days ago and I didn’t copyread it so if it’s REALLY sucky I’m sorry T_T. I hope you still enjoy though :D!

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Bakugou’s POV:

‘That weirdo isn’t here again.’ the blond male thought to himself, as he scanned the common room area of the Class-1A dormitory. ‘Sigh…Y/N must really be having a hard time..” Raccoon eyes sighed Bakugou’s ears perked up at the sound of your name. “Yeah..They haven’t left their room in a while…” Round cheeks added. Sipping from her boba tea. “Didn’t they just breakup-” the invisible girl was cut off by the two other girls “Shhhhhhh!! Y/N didn’t tell us if they were comfy with saying that info!!” Raccoon eyes shushed. “Gah-! Sorry…!” Hagakure apologized.

As they continued to worry about Y/N’s well being. Wondering if they should go check up on them. Bring them some food. Comfort them. Or all the above. Bakugou got his phone, and texted you.

Your POV:

Memories of screaming and shouting and tears played through your mind as you clutched onto your pillow. The breakup. You and your lo-..I mean..Ex,broke up about a week ago. Was it a week..? You don’t know. It felt like forever. Yet the pain didn’t go away. You slowly woke up, and sat upright. The room was dark. Only a little bit of light coming in through the small gap between the dark colored curtains. But then you noticed another source of light. Your phone. Someone sent you a text. You picked up the phone to see who it was. And you never thought you’d see the day where he of all people would text you this, let alone text you at all!

Sparky sparky boom boom man ;

Oi. You idiot. Why didn’t you come out of your fucking room again? Those dumbasses are beginning to worry you know.

Bakugou Katsuki. THE. BALUGOU. KATSUKI. Asking if you were okay? Well-- he isn’t really but you can tell he was somewhat worried. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be texting you,

Y/N :

Sorry Bakugou. I still don’t feel too well.

You replied, and in the skip of a heartbeat he texted back.

Sparky sparky boom boom man:

I’m omw.

..You read the text aloud. “I’m on my way..?” you asked yourself. You took a minute to process what those words meant. “..Wait…” your e/c eyes stared at the phone in disbelief. “HE’S COMING OVER?!?!”

Third Person POV :

He got you some breakfast and started walking towards your room. “Hey! Bakubro! Where are you going?” Shitty hair- I mean. Kirishima, asked. “IT’S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou snarled and began stomping towards your room.

Bakugou knocked on your bedroom door -more like banged his fist against the door-. “Hey, Let me in.” he demanded. No response. His eye twitched. “Oi oi oi…Don’t tell me you’re just gonna leave me out here.” ..Nothing. He realized what he said could make you not want him in your room even more. He sighed, trying to calm down at least a little bit. “Look. I’ll only be doing this once. So if you don’t let me in now. I won’t help ever again. Including your homework shit.” he lied. Of course he would still help you. He-…No he didn’t…He just saw you as a good rival and wanted to make you even better. The better you are. The more challenging you are to fight.

“I’m gonna count to three. And if the door isn’t open by then. I’m leaving.” He stated, “One..Two..” then the door made a click noise. And his vermilion looked down to see you. Your h/c hair was a mess. And you were wearing a gray hoodie. “H-Hey Bakugou..” you muttered. He huffed, “You look like shit.” you laughed. “I know..” you agreed. You then looked at the plate of food he was holding. “Thanks for bringing food. I needed it haha,,” you reached out for the food. But he just lifted his hand higher to a height you couldn’t reach. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “You thought I was just gonna give you food then leave?” he asked. Your eyes widened. “Uhm..Maybe..?” you laughed nervously.

“Move.” he demanded. You tried to close the door, but then he stopped you with his one hand. “Heh. That was a bit rude don’t you think?” he teased. But then looked at you. And saw the look on your face. He then realized this could’ve been the wrong choice. “..Sorry” he mumbled and handed you your food. “What..?” you stared at the food. Then looked back up at him. “I said I’m sorry okay! I..I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” he averted his gaze. He..Was apologizing to you? He. HE-..Said sorry..?

You smiled and took the plate, “It’s alright. It’s just..’ You looked at your room. “My room is a mess right now..You’d get even more pissed..” He looked at you. “Now I just wanna get in there even more.” he complained. You thought about whether or not you should let him in. He won’t get that mad right?

You let him in. And God were you worried with anticipation. Just waiting for him to lecture you about keeping your room clean or something like that. But no. He just kept quiet as his eyes trailed along the room. Which may I add, DID NOT MAKE YOUR FEAR ANY BETTER. He finally sighed. And said “Go sit and eat. I’ll clean this fucking mess.” and he began to pick up one of the clothes on your floor. “E-EH!? Y-YOU DON’T HAVE TO IT’S OKA-” “JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME DO THIS.” he barked back, as he crouched down and put it around his arm. You did as he said and ate your food, and tried to make sure he doesn’t catch you staring.

He had this look on his face. It..Wasn’t that pissed off angry face. It looked a bit like that but..It felt somewhat different. He looked a bit worried..? Sad even..? God. You’re probably overthinking it. Just don’t think about it, Y/N! You shouted at yourself. But as soon as you did. You remembered the breakup. And tears began to prickle at your eyes. But you wiped it off as soon as you realized you were about to sob. You turned to him, hoping he didn’t see. And he had his back turned against you, and was entering the bathroom. “I’m gonna look for the laundry basket. I’ll be back” he said, then rummaged through the bathroom.

He saw you. He saw those tears. But he didn’t say anything-- Yet anyway.

After you had finished eating. He finished cleaning the room a bit. It wasn’t full on cleaning since he would have to sweep the floor and dust the dirt and etc but hey, it looked better than before!

“Thanks Bakugou. I’m sorry you had to do this..” you thanked the explosion boy. “Yeah yeah. It was no problem. Now get dressed we’re going out.” he turned to leave but you stopped him. “Huh? What do you mean?” you question. “What does it sound like? You haven’t left your room in a while and I can tell you’re getting lazy again. So we’re gonna go out for a walk. You understand?” he explained. “O-Oh. Okay..” You trailed off. “Where will we be going?” “Don’t ask. Just get dressed. And you better take a bath okay?” he said and closed the door.

A little later you took a bath. Combed your hair -you had a bit of a hard time with that-.Got a bag and filled it with things you need. And wore some casual clothes, You then heard a knock on your door, and as expected it was Bakugou. He glanced but walked away immediately. “Hurry up. I won’t wait all day for you.” And you ran after him

. As the two of you entered the common room. Eyes stared at you and the blond. Some began asking if you were okay. Others teased and asked If you were going on a date, then the small portion minded their own business and didn’t say anything. Bakugou raised a middle finger to those who were asking if you two were going on a date, you told those who asked about your well being that you were okay. And you two were off. To wherever Bakugou said you would go.

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You stared in awe at the scene in front of you. Sparkles in your eyes as you read the sign. Bakugou tried to contain the smile on his face. But he couldn’t help it. Not when you looked so happy. “This..This is…” you began. Bakugou forced himself to make his usual grumpy face. “It’s a damn dog cafe.” he stated the obvious. You ran in the cafe and grinned, looking at all of the puppies inside. One immediately running towards you. As you crouched down and cooed at the small creature. Bakugou tsked, and walked toward the counter. Asking for a menu. Since he won’t really be playing with the dogs, “OI! Do you wanna eat anything?” You were swarmed with puppies. A LOT of puppies were gathering around you. And you were loving it. And so was Bakugou. He loved seeing that smile on your face. Although he would never admit it. He ordered you some fries and the lady asked, :”Is she your girlfriend?” Bakugou turned red and yelled no. Then stomped to a nearby table. The lady chuckled in amusement.

Bakugou grumpily sat down. Arms crossed as he muttered insults. Boyfriend. The word played through his head. He snapped out of it and scolded himself. He can’t date you. Not yet anyw- no never, nope nope nope- “Bakugou!” you called for him, and his heart pounded against his chest a little bit more than usual. You were now sitting on the floor. Your eyes sparkling like stars from the galaxy. Your smile warm and bright. “You’re not gonna play with the puppies?: you pouted, holding a puppy up to him. It’s puppy dog eyes staring at him. “No. I don’t play with dogs.” he said, about to pull out his phone. Before you hastily put the puppy around your arm, and used the other arm to hold his hand. Catching his attention. “Pleeeaaaseee? It’s fun! I swear!” you begged. And he blushed. “Ugh! Fine! If It will stop you from making that annoying face then..Fine!” he got out of the chair, and sat next to you. “And stop holding my hand!” he quickly pulled his hand away from you as you simply laughed at his aggressiveness. And placed the puppy on his lap.

You were always like this..You always laughed it seemed. And for some reason, it felt like music to his ears every time he heard it. He patted the small creature on his lap. He sneakily took his phone from his photo, and took a picture of you. And you didn’t notice. You looked..Beautiful. He caught himself thinking that, and tried to ignore the feeling again.

The food soon came and you whined, not wanting to let the puppies go. It took him awhile but after threatening to finish your fries you agreed. You looked at the puppies longingly. And he couldn’t help but chuckle. Then you two began to talk about whatever came to mind. Stupid new trends. School. Homework. Your love for dogs. Anything to keep your mind off your ex. And it seemed to be working. Or at least he hoped it did.

After you finished eating, you immediately went back to the puppies. Still somewhat keeping the conversation with Bakugou, just distracted by the puppies. He then finished his meal, and you two had to leave, And Bakugou caught a glimpse of the same lady giving him a thumbs up.

“So..Where are we going now?” you asked. As you two walked around the mall. “..Shopping.” he blurted out. He didn’t think he would make it this far. You tiled your head in confusion, “What was that?”. He grumbled “We’re going shopping..I swear your deaf.” he mumbled. And shoved his hands in his pockets. “OOh~! Shopping!!” you smiled. “I wonder what the oh so great King Explosion Murder is looking for?” you teased. “Shut up or I’m leaving you alone.” he began to walk faster. And you hurriedly chased him.

You two looked at a lot of stores. You two looked at clothes, stationary, stuffed toys, -all might- merch, skin care, etc. You bought a few of the said items, and walked out of the mall drained. “God. Why did you drag me to so many stores?” Bakugou groaned. “Huh?! You were the one dragging me around!!” you shot back at him. As you two sat down on a bench. “I’m not the one who went into a store full of stuffed animals and gushed over how cute they were for a long damn time!” he said, expecting for your response. Until he noticed you went quiet. He glanced at you, noticing that you were looking at something- rather, someone. He followed your gaze and saw your ex with their group of friends. He grit his teeth, but turned his attention back to you.

He was not having it. He stood up. Grabbed your wrist. And pulled you away, “B-Bakugou? Where are we-” “Don’t ask. Just follow me.” he replied. And picked up the pace. And you followed suite.

He then stopped when you were a good distance away from them. And looked at you. Then at the place he wanted to go. He sighed, and gave you the few bags he was holding. “Take them.” and as you did as he asked, he bent down a little and made his back face you. “Get on.” “What..?” “I said get on.” he growled and glared at you. You hesitantly got on and he stood straight. And off you two were. Flying. In the air.

…Flying..

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You..YOU WERE FLYING-

After a short trip. You were finally at your final stop. A fricking mountain. You swiftly got off of Bakugou and gazed at the beautiful view. The sun was setting. And you could see the city from here. “Woah..” is all you could say. It was..An amazing sight to see. Bakugou put the bags down next to a tree and walked over to you. “You like it?” he questioned, and you nodded. “It’s..Pretty..” not as beautiful as you. He said, in his brain of course. “Mm. I come here ever once in a while. I usually run up the mountain but I still got my exercise.” he commented. “I see.” you replied. Not wanting to say much.

He bit his lip. Wondering if he should really go through with the plan. “If you want. You could scream all of your emotions out here you know>” you faced him, and wondered if he was serious. “I..Do that when I’m feeling stressed sometimes. It doesn’t fully help but it gives some sort of comfort.” he added, his ruby eyes glowing.”I know you bottle up your feelings you damn nerd. And thats not fucking healthy. So,,If you want to. Just..Scream and yell it all out.”

The offer sounded nice. But you weren’t sure if you should or not. He sighed. Then suddenly yelled which made you flinch. “Like that. See? Wasn’t that hard.” he smirked. You took a step. And took a deep breath in. And yelled.

You yelled, and you screamed, and cried and everything. You got angry, and you got sad. You let all of the things you wanted to say go. You let everything out.

And by the end of it. Your voice was hoarse. As you cried, Bakugou didn’t think this through, so he wasn’t sure on what he should do. But he pat your shoulder, and pulled you in.

“I..Don’t know what to say other than..You’re not allowed to give up. Cause I’m the one who will defeat you and become number one. So until then..Be strong. And fight everyone who gets in your way.” he pat your head. “B-But..I’m so..Weak..” you sniffled. “You know that’s pretty insulting. Since I’m the one who helps you train. No rival of mine is fucking weak.’ he pulled you in closer.

“You’re not weak. You got that, dumbass.” you nodded. “Good.”

#bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n

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engineer-in-space · 3 years

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a simple call of the wild review that is totally professional and not way too detailed by me (February)

It's gonna be a bit of comparing to previous powerwolf albums/songs and remember everything is my own opinion. If you disagree/agree we may talk about it in a civilized way, I actually love talking to others about this shit!

But otherwise (hate, insults, etc.) you can keep your opinion somewhere where I can't see it :) Also, the album has barely been out for a day and things change with time and I may grow to like certain things more. (but there's not too much that I don't like tbh) But I hope you enjoy this metalhead-gremlin's ramblings!

Faster than the flame

I had to listen to it quite a few times before I could say anything about it. It's a powerful start into the new album, however, it is (as previously stated) powerful but didn't blow me away like the first songs on the previous albums. (Fire &forgive, Blessed &possessed, amen & attack - wait am I just now noticing a pattern here? oh my god. Anyway.) Maybe I got that personal feeling that I want it to be Fire & Forgive, which is, of course, not possible and would be boring. So i think I'm not even critizing the song but rather the order of the songs.

It feels like a typical powerwolf song; both lyrics and instrumental. Fast, heavy, something about flames and burning - awesome. The two Latin parts (I think it's called the pre-chorus? man, I have no idea and will just throw around these words because my internet connection is too bad to look this up. But if you listen, you'll know which parts I mean.) already give me goosebumps. I also really, really liked the bridge (again?? idk??) aka the "flame, flame, burning wild in heavens name" part. This was the most memorable part for me after the first time listening. Of course, the guitar arrangement throughout the whole song is just... god bless. I must say that using the word "pastor" is dangerous because my stupid brain keeps thinking Attila is singing about "pasta" again... Oh well, moving on!

Beast of Gevaudan

Man, I've been listening almost non-stop since it was released as a single! At first, my head was comparing it somewhat to army of the night but after a few times this feeling was gone and it became an awesome new idea/song. The choir and orchestra part are so well placed and support the rest of the instrumental and Attila's voice perfectly. Again, much fast, very powermetal. I've grown very fond of the guitar solo. The lyrics tell us a little about the story of the beast and I. Love. Storytelling. In. Songs. Glad matthew finally came around to put his idea out there!

This song also has a video, which left me speechless at first. I love Attila's acting so much??? And making this sort of their own story of Jesus was such a cool idea. Production is high quality as well (didn't expect anything less after The Sacrament of Sin MVs) and there were really nice shots in there. I doubt that I will get tired of this song and this video anytime soon!

Dancing with the dead

That choir stuff in the beginning, following by that awesome guitar riff already had me. I couldn't stop listening to this one either. This might be, in my opinion, the most catchy song on the whole album. The intruments are in perfect harmony with Attila's heavenly voice. The transition into the guitar solo is so damn smooth and well done. I'm having a whole crisis about how good this song is.

The lyrics are interesting too! Again, there's a story to be told. As far as I can interpret it, being introduced to some darker powers and growing to enjoy them, despite previously having lots of faith, is what's going on here. It has this slight feeling of... corruption (in a good way of course). This makes me want to go dancing (with the dead)

This one also has a video! Once again, very high quality. Every band member had their "special moments/shots" and just looked stunning. But Attila left them all behind this time. Slow dancing, in a suit, with that smirk on his lips??? Well done, my dude.

Varcolac

This one's dark and heavy. It brings me back to the good ol' times of Lupus Dei and Bible of the Beast. Just with more orchestra, choir and overall harmony. It makes me so happy that Powerwolf is using so many real life legends and figures on this album! And they did such a good job with them as well. If this song was alive, it would be a scary beast.

The typical metal elements and orchestra/choir parts are very well balanced. And the organ throughout the whole song is fitting. It supports the dark and sinister feeling of the whole thing. My favourite part may be the "And as army we bing fire..." parts! Man, I just love werewolves. Also, I think Attila's famous gibberish singing made a return in this one!

Alive or undead

Oh boy,here we go. The piano in this one is incredible. "Here we STAAAAAAND!" Goosebumps and shivers. Everything about this is so emotional andreading the lyrics while listening just makes me want to cry, ok?! T_T Powerwolf has become so flexible, exploring different ways to make music. This could have been some kind of typical powermetal song but it's not and I'm glad about it.

Even if it's a little different, they never stray to far from what makes them special. The few parts, reminding one of typical church music would not have been necessary but are appreciated! They know when to leave out the guitars and go slowly. What bothers me a little, is that it somehow feels like Attila's voice had a tiny bit more potential up to the chorus. It could've been a little bit softer? if i can put it that way. But honestly this song is raw emotion and everything still fits together. If you thought their first ballad was emotional, buckle up, this one kicked me right in the feels.

Blood for blood (Faoladh)

Powerwolf ventures again into the folk metal territory and successfully conquers it! Could be a headline of something. Anyway, this song is a very worthy successor of Incense & Iron! It just makes me happy, its melody is so light - combined with your typical Powerwolf lyrics. Perfect song to start jumping up and down! It radiates motivational energy. Just like Dancing with the dead, this song has a very smooth transition to the guitar parts.

The melody is strong but still easy enough to quickly get into it! I can barely sit still and write this aaaa. Seriously, I am just happy with this song and will go jump and headbang a while to it!

Glaubenskraft

I have returned from jumping and oh no. It's a German song. Bold of them to go all out on that Latin beginning... it works really well though! It might be because I'm German but this song hits hard. Very hard. It's not easy to make this language sound good and ( if you don't happen to know much about German) the lyrics consist of a bunch of old words and grammar you wouldn't normally use anymore. But they made it fucking work!!! The quiet verses only make the pre-chorus and chorus itself heavier and blow me away. And SOMEHOW this super epic song with (made up, at least I'm pretty sure they don't exist like that) Latin words is about.. you know what Powerwolf writes about a lot. And I LOVE that. It's so subtle and only if you read into it, you're like "wait a minute".

This song has a feeling of corruption too. But not in a good way this time. It feels evil and intimidating and - honestly, I can't get enough of it. Everyone of my neighbours will think I'm some kind of weird Christian fanatic because I WILL yell "Glaubenskraft" just as much as I yelled "Stossgebet". Worth it, tho.

Call of the wild

The song with the same title as the album! (or the other way around, whatever.) This song is just catchy from the beginning to the end. Like many other songs its fast and hard. Just how I like it. Don't take that out of context.

The lyrics and instruments go wild (haha get it), with a really neat Latin pre-chorus. It's very fun to listen to. Personally, it makes me feel like I belong to the pack. That we're strong together, that we can say fuck it once in a while and just go crazy. The chanted part near the end of the song reminds me strongly of Sanctified with dynamite (ya know "die, die dynamite" and "call, call, call of the wild") and it's really cool they pick up on old things once again. Be it intentional or not. It's a reminder that they still are who they were back then - and their music is still fucking incredible.

Simply an epic song, strong vocals, strong guitars. I really, really like the intro. Attila has to sing so many words in such little time, does he even need to breathe now and then?

Now I'm wondering what came first; the album title or the track title? Chicken or the egg?

Sermon of swords

First of all: WHAT IS THAT OMINOUS VOICE IN THE BEGINNING. Mark me down as horny and scared. Ahem.

I really like how the verse and the chorus have their own theme and melody going on and yet they're connected. The chorus is super catchy too! And just say it yourself "Sermon of swords", how cool does it sound??? The choir in the beginning is a really neat introduction into the whole song. The lyrics match the whole album, very much a soundtrack to go on a crusade to, like Raise your fist, Evangelist or Christ & Combat. Just... "AAMEEN!" Ok, I'm actually going insane here, calm down, Feb. These might be my favourite lyrics of the whole album I think?? (unless I said that somewhere else already, then i have more than one favourite.)

The whole song has a more "classical" feeling to it, not only in the Powerwolf sense but also in the Heavy Metal sense in general. BUT. Orchestra and choir are prefectly mixed, especially supporting Attila in the chorus. The guitar solo is really cool and sounds very Greywolf-y, if you know what I mean. It's just Matthew's style.

Undress to confess

The name of this song says it all. This is your friendly reminder that no matter how much they preach about Jesus or the Devil, Powerwolf should not be taken too seriously. When I first saw the title I couldn't help but chuckle a little.

The melody is pretty catchy and easy to remember, the organ and general approach reminds me of Demons are a girl's best friend. I absolutely love how the lyrics are on that thin line of somewhat poetic and ridiculous. Let me provide two examples here: "all the world we posess for desire and sin we carress" - man, this sounds pretty.

And there's also "dressed to hide the dark, and obsessed to ride him hard on the.... crucifix." Yeah, I... I don't know what I expected here. Anyway, this is how you describe church sex without actually using explicit words. (why are you booing me, i'm right)

Still really nice to listen to and have a good time!

Reverent of rats

We arrived at the last song of the album! And here we picked up on the speed and power again! The way the organ is played during the verses makes it so... sinister. Again, this piece reminds me of Lupus Dei. The verses keep the sinister feeling while the chorus picks up more... drama? An epic melody mixed with epic words make my soul ascend to heaven.

This guitar solo is also the absolute good shit. It might be my favourite from all the songs of this album?! Additionally, the drums? I don't know why but they really stand out here. Love how fast paced they are.

Aaaaand that's it! If you've read all the way through holy shit, you are actually a badass. Thank you for staying with me, my werewolf friend. Maybe we'll meet where the wild wolves have gone. But always remember: Metal is religion.

#powerwolf #call of the wild #album review #well sort of #come talk to me about it i love the whole thing!!!!

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freeseafirefly · 3 years

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Ob[li]vious (RinHaru fanfic)

Since I'm back to the fandom after a 7-years-hiatus (not that i ever stopped loving these idiots) and have just learned some exiting things like a new movie coming out on the date Harurinralia episode aired, RinHaru advertizing Tokyo Olympics merch etc, you can imagine what an emotional mess I am rn. Also, i've rewatched the anime and read some things i haven't yet read (like Season 1 novel), and all the feels are so fresh as if i'm back to 2014 T_T Thank you, Free!, for being my time machine. Thank you, RinHaru fandom, for being strong over the years, I love you all sfm T_T

Anyway, there's probably tons of RinHaru Olympics fanfiction (gonna catch up on it), but I couldn't help it once my head started imagining this. It's nothing much, no plot and non-native engrish, but i want to contribute something to this fandom, too. Also, it's probably a parallel universe cause it's Sydney Olympics. Idk. I just wanted it all in one :)

Read on AO3 or under the cut

“Haru…!” Rin chokes out as he claps his hand against the wall and watches the familiar slender shape cleave the air over his head, all in one heartbeat that seems like eternity.

It’s the same as in elementary school. The same as in the second grade of high school. As in a number of dreams Rin had over the years. The same, yet much, much louder.

...The crowds on the stadium lose their minds as Haru slices his way through to the end of the pool, a ferocious underwater lightning that seems to warp space and time themselves, and the moment he touches the wall the world goes white with noise.

Shining.

It’s the shining of the Olympic Gold.

Rin drifts back to reality, at least some limited version of it, to the feeling of Haru's body crushing against his in a stormy hug, and they're both screaming, God knows what, just as the rest of their relay team and the Olympic Sydney and probably the whole freaking world right now.

And Rin can almost process it, flashing before his eyes in an almost coherent sequence of images: years of ups and downs—Haru—their best team—his father’s proud shadow—Haru’s laughter—Japanese flags everywhere— But for an endless moment, the spinning world freezes, and it’s only him and Haru. Alone. They’re together in this place of dreams, right on the spot where Haru broke out of his shell and found his passion, eyes shining and wings unfurled; and Rin can barely breathe as he squeezes him in return, something irrepressible exploding in his chest. And Haru laughs , all tears and sweat and dripping water that leave a salty taste on Rin’s lips because at this moment, it seems only natural to press a kiss to the side of Haru’s neck and then breathe out: “We did it, Haru! We fucking did it...!”

He doesn't think about how gay it must look, and he doesn't have the time to, actually, because the next moment the world picks up full speed, and it's not just him and Haru but their whole team in a jumbled heap of dorks going nuts on the poolside because they have the fucking right.

The locker room is a mess, too. They sing and shout something jolly and off-key and victorious, kiss their gold medals, drink non-alcoholic beer because some of the guys still have races tomorrow, but Rin is still drunk and he can’t quite feel the ground under his feet. They have to sober up a bit for some government officials to congratulate them on the phone with high words about the honor of Japan and the historical achievement; then for the press to ask them some obligatory, obvious things. What do you mean what I’m feeling right now? I am HAPPY! What? Me kissing Haru? Of course I would kiss him all over again because WE FUCKING DID IT! Hey, Haru! But Haruka is not by his side as he’s probably answering some stupid questions, too, and Rin just laughs, blows kisses into the camera I LOVE YOU ALL! and rushes back to hook himself into the jumping circle of his precious teammates, coaches and staff, and sing the hymn once again.

The emotional burnout afterward is real. They walk down the street in deafening silence, he and Haru, just two ordinary guys in their everyday clothes as if they weren't THE BEST IN THE WORLD mere minutes ago. Hell, they still are. Rin can barely keep in the giggles that are bubbling in his chest. He feels like they’re some galactic heroes in disguise. It’s freaking awesome.

Haru is silent, though, probably still not quite back to it, or maybe he’s just being Haru again. Rin leaves him be.

Sydney fusses around them, colorful and bright, all dressed in olympic yet still the same familiar Sydney that once broke his bones and watched him drown with these bright cold eyes. Yet Rin loves Sydney. Look at me now, he thinks proudly. Look at me.

But Sydney doesn’t care to look, too busy in its daily routine, too large. They could’ve just taken a taxi to the station, but somehow, without sparing a word, they both decided it’s a walk. Sometimes Rin wonders if they’ve already reached that level of synchrony where they just don’t need words. It’s been years, after all. Mostly spent apart, but still. It’s not so hard to read Haru when you know him through. Not hard at all.

Yet now, he keeps dead-silent, and keeps not looking at Rin, and Rin begins to feel uncomfortable.

Is it that kiss, after all…?

Rin tries to think back, through his most recent memories which are a mashup of the wildest moments of his life, back to that moment. And his body immediately flushes with heat from the vividness of it.

...Haru’s skin is silky and smooth, and his wet hair are soft between Rin's fingers. Haru’s hands are squeezing Rin so tight there must be bruises on his back. Haru’s taste is… Haru-like. Rin can still sense it on his lips. He sucked it in too hungrily, absolutely in a non platonic way. At the mere thought, a sweet wave washes through his body from head to toe, making his every nerve buzz. Rin chokes on a breath and stumbles.

“Fuck,” he murmurs.

Haru flinches slightly but still doesn’t look his way.

The reality begins to sink in. Rin is an idiot.

It does look gay. Totally.

Rin sees the photos on their train ride—mostly the screenshots various people mailed him—when he jams a cap over his hair and fishes his phone out of his pocket, absently going through his inbox. All the messages are a crazy mess of emoji and caps YOU DID IT WERE SO PROUD OF YOU and they all end up mentioning that kiss. Rin curses under his breath and switches his phone off.

Shit.

And of course, of course where they have to be heading now is that exact same room in that same freaking hotel because Haru called Rin on the night before their flight and said he must book it.

That was a joke, moron! Rin palmed his feverish face, for once relieved they're talking on the phone, no video.

Yeah, I figured, Haruka said, and Rin registered—or imagined?—notes of sadness in his voice. But I thought it's a nice idea for a good luck tradition…

How is it a good luck tradition if we can't stay there before the tournament? Rin moaned, because obviously, they would be living and training with the national team in the Olympic village, what is this airhead even thinking?

Then we'll stay there afterward, Haru said matter-of-factly. It's the intention that matters. Book it.

It won't be available anyway, Rin sighed with exasperation.

Do it, Rin.

And just like that, Rin succumbed and went on to book the damn room, his face hot and his heart jumping and missing beats. Because it’s one thing when it's a mistake, and it’s a whole other freaking thing to do that on purpose, clicking all the OK buttons under the "1 double bed" "ensuite bathroom" shit and the pictures of the said bed and the said bathroom behind the glass.

And of course, of course it just ought to be available for that exact date. Holy fuck.

There would be times when Rin would seriously consider confessing. He would even go through the most romantic places in his head and compose the most perfect, totally non cliched lines. In his imagination, it would all be sakura petals and city lightscapes, breathtaking views, fancy restaurants with the best mackerel dishes and—if he let his imagination wander off further—private pools and night beaches. He knew it obviously wasn’t a good idea, but he also knew he would jump into it someday. Probably. When they’ve achieved their dream and he’s desperate enough and—

And what? Haru—suddenly—likes him back?

Rin knew Haru liked him, probably even loved him, but not in that way. Obviously not in that way.

...But now, just like that, everything is out in the open, and there’s no meaning in confessions anymore. Rin clenches his sweaty hands as panic begins to engulf him, slowly like a tide.

They walk the last stretch past the quay, and somehow it feels so nostalgic as though they used to live here, not spent a couple of nights some years ago. The city skyline across the water is drowning in the purplish haze of the evening as the night draws closer. So does their destination. Rin feels nausea tugging at his insides.

His voice is a crack as he finally braces himself and says, “There on the poolside... Sorry. I lost it.”

It does not rip through the thick silence between them. Somehow, makes it even heavier.

...This is not how Rin pictured their post-victory evening. In his thoughts, it would be a blur of merry partying involving blissful laughter and bright sparkles in Haru’s eyes, as well as touching words of eternal friendship, team spirit and camaraderie; and the most intimate feeling of love finally intertwined with the joy of the achieved dream would be only for Rin to bask in, drown in, his deepest secret. It was never supposed to confuse and burden Haru. It was never supposed to come out for the whole world to behold.

Now, it must be all over the news. A spur-of-the-moment Olympic coming out... The Japanese Team lets passion speak after the dramatic victory... The Pride Flag rises high in the Olympic Sydney... Rin hisses under his breath.

He's fucking ruined it.

“It won't happen again. Ever,” he finds it important to add. Like it somehow can turn back the tide, fix things and make Haru—along with the rest of the world—just forget.

“Eh?” Haru's voice comes barely audible through the thick beats of pulse in Rin's ears, and the sound of his steps halts.

Haru...halts.

Rin flinches and turns around.

“Ever... Again...” Haruka's lips move without producing a sound. He still doesn’t look at Rin. The bangs fall over his eyes like a shadow.

Rin is confused.

...until something rings alert in his memory. It was one of Rei's talks while Rin was teaching him swimming on the evenings. “...He had been out of it ever since that loss to you. And in the Regionals, it's like he finally collapsed. ‘Will I never swim with Rin again...?’ He seemed devastated.”

Rin was... shaken once again by Rei's revelation. "I won. It means I don't have to swim with you ever again. Ever." He never knew his words had affected Haru that much back then.

It was another grain of hope, another detail Rin attached to his imaginary “signs puzzle”, too eager and incautious. He knew it was a bad idea, he fucking knew it right from the start, and today it finally overflowed, breaking through the barrier of his self-control.

“Ever. Again.” Haru repeats in a firmer voice, his lips twitching in a scoff. And when he raises his head at last, his eyes are a flash of blue blazing Rin’s heart: “Are you chickening out now?”

Rin gulps. Heat flushes the back of his neck. “I’m not...! It’s my fault, ok. You don’t have to comment on it to the press. Just tell them they can go to hell. I’ll do the explaining.” It’s my fault. You shouldn’t be dragged through that shit. You can’t let it affect you, Haru…

“Rin.” He still can’t read through the calmness of Haru’s voice, and maybe even Makoto wouldn’t. “It is you who cares about these things. I never did.”

...and Rin feels all the air being squeezed out of his lungs. He’s back to that horrible, devastating moment in the dark changing room when Haru yelled at him almost the exact same words, “What future? What dreams? It’s you who cares about these things! I’m not like you...!”

Rin forces air back into his lungs. Now, Haru seems rather steady. It is Rin’s voice that trembles as he says, “Like hell you don’t care… wasn’t it you who stopped in the middle of the pool once because of all the pressure?”

“It wasn’t because of the pressure,” Haru denies right away. "It was because I couldn’t understand why I must feel pressured. I just wanted to swim. Not to please the public.”

“You mean… This thing now doesn’t bother you either?”

“Why must it?”

Rin chuckles as he exhales, “Right. You’re the guy who would undress in the middle of a shop to dive into an aquarium, after all…”

Rin's knees almost give out with relief. He’s been an idiot to fear that Haru may leave this path—the path he’d once chosen and never wavered since then—just because of some stupid public scrutiny. And no, Haru's also wrong, because this shit doesn't really bother Rin on itself—but only as far as it affects Haru.

Haruka just nods seriously, his eyes—deadly focused blue lasers—never leaving Rin’s. “If this issue is settled, let’s talk about the important stuff. You kissed me, Rin.”

“I-I thought we’ve just been talking about it,” Rin says in a small voice, panic returning and hitting him like a wave. Right. Publicity is one thing; but what happened between them still stands, and it can't be brushed away just like that. “Haru… I’m sorry. I was carried away by all the feels. It's nothing. It’s not like I… want anything, you know…” he trails off.

Breathe, Rin. Just breathe.

“So, you are chickening out. Even with the gold medal on your chest.”

“I’ve said that I’m not!” Rin clenches his fists in desperation. "God, what do you want me to say now? The obvious? Wanna laugh at my misery...?” No, Haru wouldn’t laugh, he would feel guilty and sad, like that winter when they were 13, and it’s even worse. “Want it to ruin everything we’ve achieved together...?”

“Ruin?” Haru closes the distance between them in a few firm steps like he means it, and halts only when they’re inches apart. Are they being too loud...? Right, they’re still on the quay… Rin backs off until his ass bumps against the railing. But Haru probably wants to push him into the water because he closes those last inches, too, and presses their foreheads together. “Ruin...like this?” his breath soughs across Rin’s parted lips, “—or maybe like this?” And then it’s not just air, but a touch, too. Hot, angry, gentle, wet, greedy— short. Too short. “You’re such a drama queen, Rin.”

...Passers-by continue walking past them as if the world hasn’t just shaken and ground to a halt. Nobody even looks their way. Ok, this is Sydney, not Iwatobi, not like it’s too big of a deal here, two guys standing like this on the quay and— wait, what…?!

“Haru… Do you… too…”

“Obviously. I do.”

“Since when…?”

“Since forever. I thought you knew.”

“Me? Knew…?” Rin barely recovers enough to peel his hands off the metal and clasp them on Haru’s forearms lest he disappears, and everything is another dream, and Rin is the biggest idiot again. “How on earth? Why couldn’t you just say anything?”

“...wasn’t sure you feel the same,” Haru grumbles.

“Oh? Wasn’t it obvious ?” Rin asks in a mocking voice.

“It kinda was.” Haru is still agonizingly close, just enough a distance to look into each other’s eyes, yet he keeps glancing down at Rin’s lips, and each of these glances releases a jar of butterflies in Rin’s stomach. “You’ve been staring at me with these lovestruck eyes since elementary. But it also could have been that you’re just an idiot, so.”

Rin digs his nails into his skin, outraged but too messed up to come up with a witty response in a second, since another second Haru adds, his voice soft and suddenly not so confident anymore: “Anyway... I was afraid to screw up everything, and before the Olympics, too.”

“Now who is the drama queen?” Rin whispers, tentatively sliding his hands up Haru’s arms, sensing goosebumps popping up under his fingertips.

“It’s still you,” Haru smiles and kisses the tear off Rin’s eyelashes.

I want to add the hotel part, of course, once i finish it. So, let me know what you think about it so far! Love you all <3

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