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keen-li · 4 months

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NEW YEAR, NEW MARMALADE; new year special.

☆BEFORE

Synopsis: where all you and jungkook's shenanigans began.

2nd drabble; Part of the MARMALADE series.

MASTERLIST

Warnings: two tipsy goofies, unprotected sex ( don't be silly, wrap it before you tap it), spanking, fingering, pet names, denial, no thinks, not so affectionate, dirty talking.

Wc: 4.3k

18+, Minors do not interact.

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It sucks how you were spending your new year's eve at home doing nothing. But you're glad at least you were living upto you new year's resolution. No parties.

You knew that there were parties happening, were you invited? No. Would you even go if you were? No, well maybe cause home is just a little boring.

You've settled to having a loner comfort night. Curled up into your couch with a blanket in your pajama shorts and a hot pizza by your side. Nothing better than this.

Ding dong.

You knit your eyebrows at the sound of the door bell. You weren't expecting anyone nor did you order anything.

You stand walking cautiously to the door, when you get to it you peep through the tiny hole. To your surprise to you see jungkook standing infront of your door, hand in his hair waiting for someone to open the door. His tattoos are perfectly on display in his black t-shirt.

Still a little confused to why he's here you open the door. Jungkook's eyes move to you as your figure comes into frame when you fully open the door.

"Hey" he says voice sure and deep.

The porch light illuminates his features well enough for you to admire, his lips look redder than usual.

"Hey" you respond a little more unsure and timid and your eyes move to the wine bottle in his hand.

"My brother isn't around" you inform "didn't he tell you?"

Your brother decided to leave you home alone and spend new year with his girlfriend out of town. You were glad that he left so you can enjoy the new year alone. You actually hoped to go to a party but ended up not feeling like it.

"I know" his words shock you, if he knows then what is he doing here.

"I came to see you" his sure smile and demeanour takes you back more.

You hum and nod awkwardly.

"Why?" You finally ask.

"Didn't see you at the party, so I thought you'd need some company"

"Do you mean the party I wasn't invited to?" You chuckle a bit directing for him to get in.

"What do you mean? I gave your brother the invitation" he informs you "he told me he'd give it to you." He waits for your response.

"I guess he didn't want me to go... cause he never gave it to me" you chuckle "he never liked me going going parties alone anyways"

"That's why you should give me your number so we can communicate directly" you smile at his attempt, which was kinda smooth to you.

Jungkook hums.

"Kinda sad you didn't come though" he places the bottle on your kitchen counter and his eyes meet yours. "I was hoping to see you"

Your heart thumps when he says that, you aren't sure if he means what you think but whatever he means it has your heart thumping.

You want to ask what he means but you don't want to ruin whatever you think he means.

"Do you drink?" He asks his eyes pointed to the bottle.

"Yeah I do" you pull out to wine glasses from your cabinet. Your mother insisted on you guys having those just in case, she's the care-free kind.

"Is it too strong?" He asks you leaning back against your couch, legs spread as he takes in his third glass of wine.

"No i-i don't think so" you stumble on your words showing the effect of the third glass on you.

Jungkook chuckles noticing how buzzed you've gotten. He himself's kinda buzzed too, he never expected wine to have such an effect on him so early on. He guesses it's cause of how comfortable he is right now.

"Why did you come here, you should've been at the party" you turn to face him.

"I came to keep you company. Plus it was boring anyways" he plays with the wine in his glass "it's good you never came"

You both laugh at that.

The party was surely boring, mostly cause his mind was so occupied with you. He'd been thinking too much about whether you were going to come and his mind ended up slipping to other thoughts of you. Like the ones of your Instagram posts. The one's you took for your birthday. By the looks of it, and by what your brother had said, you had taken a birthday trip with your friends and those pictures were a result of it.

Jungkook couldn't stop thinking of those photos, your thighs on display in that bikini and the sun hitting you just right. And that pretty smile of yours, that warmed his heart.

He didn't even plan on lingering or finding your pictures. They just popped up on his feed and after that he couldn't stop looking. His mind wondering too far for his liking leading him to have a very hot and needy session with himself which ended with him taking a cold shower cause he couldn't seem to reach his end. He needed you.

He knew it was wrong in some way to think of his friend's sister in this kind of way but damn he couldn't help himself. You were just what he wanted, what he needed. In more ways than one. Even though he doesn't like it and doesn't even know why.

At the party his mind was so filled with you that when yuji spoke to him, he got kinda pissed. And that's one of the reasons he left the party, cause of yuji.

He never planned on coming here, he never thought it was a good idea but he thought about you all alone, bored at him. So he wanted to keep you some company.

"Some company huh?" you questioned.

"Yep" he turns to face you. His eyes momentarily fall onto your lips while are lightly stained by the wine.

"Its on my new year's resolution anyways" you say and he knits his brows at you.

"What is?" He asks curious.

"No going to any parties" he laughs at your statement "what im serious" you laugh back, you eye the way his arm flexes when he stretches it to run his hand through his hair.

"It's a good resolution" he sounds like he's teasing you.

"Okay. Seems like you have a better one" you raise a brow at him leaning your arm on the couch head. "What's your new year's resolution?"

"Me?" He places his hand on his chest. "I'm not the type to do that kind of thing"

"Oh come on" you roll your eyes. "Don't be like that"

"What?" He chuckles at you.

"I know you have a resolution. Even one" you lift your pointer to emphasise.

Jungkook chuckles at your bubblely talkativeness. He never knew you could be like this, maybe it's the wine.

"No I don't have any" he laughs and you shake your head.

"Okay okay" you pause placing a hand in his chest. You don't seem to realise what you're doing but jungkook does. He looks down at your hand that's still on him and it brings a grin on his face. Makes him feel some kind of way. But he can't seem to deduce what it is. He lifts his head to stare at you and you don't seem attentive to what you're doing to him with that small touch.

"What do you want for yourself next year" you say your voice calm and you hold eye contact with him. Your eyes are genuine as you ask that question.

Jungkook puts on a thinking face as you stare at his wine stained pouty lips.

"You can tell me" your tone is warm and welcoming. He's never thought about what he wants for himself next year. He just lives life, hoping the choices come easy, which they never do. The way your eyes watch him warmly and your tone welcomes him to be able to open up, he feels like he can be open with himself and with you.

"Uhhh" he thinks "maybe to make better choices" he tells you voice calm and still in thought. He does think he should learn to make better choices, maybe his life would be a little better.

"See thats a good start" your hand finally leaves his chest and he already misses your touch.

"Now you should keep your word" you move and reach for your glass of wine.

Jungkook places a hand on yours stopping you.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink more... you've had enough" his face is so close to yours that you can smell the wine from his breath.

"Don't you think you've had enough baby?" He says voice soft and gentle and he stares into your eyes. He doesn't know where that name came from but he said it and he doesn't regret it. The look on your face tells him you probably don't mind it too.

You don't know why but that name causes something to switch in you. With the way hes looking at you and you're currently switching to look at his lips, you can't help yourself. You're not even sure if he wants it too and you know it's probably wrong but it feels right in the moment.

With his lips so close to you you take the chance and connect your lips. Maybe it's the wine that gave you the confidence or maybe it's just the need and desire for jungkook. Your lips connect and it feels good, you've thought about this for some time now, but with the way he doesn't kiss you back makes you feel like you've pushed the limit.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I-i-i shouldn't have done that" you move back.

"Maybe you were right, I shouldn't drink more" you chuckle awkwardly. You continue to mumble apologises and jungkook smirks at your mumbles.

"Shhh" you freeze when you feel his hand on your cheek. He lifts your face so you can face him.

"I liked it" He says before connecting your lips again. "You just caught me off gaurd" he smiles against your lips and your heart relaxes when he says he likes it.

You place your hands around his neck pulling him closer into your lips and hes kinda shocked by your forwardness. His lips are soft and smooth against yours, the way he pulls your lower lip makes you release a moan.

"Never thought you were the eager kind" he says leaning you back to rest your head against the couch.

You want to tell him you've thought about this before but you don't wanna make yourself seem desperate. You trap jungkook between your legs as he hovers over you.

His lips continue to move with yours in a hurried kiss, his tongue still tastes like wine which makes you pull him in closer. You hands pull at his roots and he releases a moan.

"Baby you're gonna have to go easy on me" he releases a breathy chuckle that brushes against your lips.

"I'm pretty sure you can handle it" your hands move down his chest to grab the end of his shirt.

"I can" he grinds his growing bulge against your core and you release a needy moan.

Your hands wantingly move to his belt and before you can rip it off; his hand stops you.

"Wait" he pauses and you knit your brows. "Are you sure or maybe you're just drunk"

"I'm pretty sober and sure I don't know about you?" You raise a brow at him.

"I am too" he smiles before going back to the wet and needy kiss.

You're both pretty sober. Sober enough to know that you're about to fuck your Brother's friend and for him to know he's about to fuck he's friend's sister. But that's the last of your concerns right now, what you have in mind right now is to take off jungkook's pants.

He stands moving from you to pull off his pants fully leaving him shirtless in his briefs.

"Take those off" he nods to your bottoms and you comply quickly pulling them off. Jungkook widens his eyes when he sees you aren't wearing anything underneath.

"Commando huh?"

"It was my day of rest today" you defend as he sits himself between your thighs.

"Or maybe you were waiting for somebody?" You shake your head at his question and he smiles.

"Good" he connects your lips, immediately searching for your tongue and finding it.

Your hands caress his abs and the muscles that contract under your touch.

"Are you a..." he asks cautiously hoping you catch on.

"No. But its been a while" you tell him getting shy for the first time tonight. You haven't slept with anyone in a while, you've just been trying to pay attention to school. Maybe that's why you feel so needy for jungkook, and not that you actually feel something for him.

"Fuck" you grunt when you pull jungkook out of his briefs, hot and heavy.

"What? Are you scared?" He asks a little cheeky and proud that he had that reaction from you. Cause he knows girls can get kinda intimidated by his him.

"No. But maybe just a bit" you stroke him a bit making him scrunch his face. How he'd love to have your hands wrapped around him forever but tonight he just needs to fuck you.

"Don't worry I'll be gentle" he whispers by your ear and brushes his tip through your folds. You release a moan hoping he doesn't tease you for long.

"But I won't promise that next time" he places open kisses on your neck.

Next time? You wonder. Does he plan on making this a routine, you don't mind though.

He continues to swipe his tip in between your folds and you honestly feel like you could finish this way but its not enough still.

"Jungkook please" you whine.

"You don't want me to prep you a bit" he moves his hands and sticks two fingers in you. The stretch burns a little but pleasures more. He watches your face show many emotions by the the he pulls his fingers in and out. The squelching sounds make blood rush to his cock making it pulse even harder.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking wet" he confesses by your ear but you're to lost in the pleasure to respond. Your whines and whimpers fall onto jungkook's ear. A melody to his ears.

Jungkook can feel your hole pulsate around his fingers and your moans grow louder. He knows you're close.

"Come on baby. Come over my fingers" he encourages.

Jungkook's words and the sounds in the air encourage you reach your end.

"Fuck" you moan breathless.

"Fuck is right baby" he kisses your lips. "You think you can take my cock, come for me one more time?" He asks and you nods.

"Please" is all you can say and you lock your lips with his. As your lips intertwine you can feel his tip at your entrance.

You gasp when you feel him push through. The stretch is wider than before and it has you gripping the skin of his back.

"Shhh. Its okay" he pushes further and your slick helps him move further. He fully settles in you and stays like that for a bit getting comfortable.

Jungkook can't help but think about how warm and comfortable you feel. He's thought about this ever since he doesn't even know when. Ever since that damn Christmas party last year. He doesn't why or when it happened but you made him feel different. Looking at you that night felt different, like he wasn't looking at his friend's sister. But he can't think about that right now, maybe later. Right now you're someone he really wants. And needs.

This is really gonna help him take his mind off things and enjoy you.

"You're so freaking warm"

He doesn't even want to move, he could stay like this forever. With his little cock sleeve to keep him warm and cozy.

"Are you gonna move or not?" You snap him out of his thoughts and he chuckles.

"Sorry got comfortable in your little pussy" you clench when he says that.

Jungkook raises a brow at that reaction.

"You like that huh?" He slips out. "You like it when I talk about this little pussy" you clench again as he moves In again. He groans at how tight you feel , the way you hold onto him for dear life.

"Fuck baby. If you hold onto me any tighter I won't last long"

You chuckle and pull his face towards yours.

"That would be a shame"

"I know, that's why you need to open up for me"

Instead you tighten restricting his movements teasingly. You see him scrunch his face then throw a warning glare and grin at you. Knowing what you're doing you smirk and tighten even more.

"Behave yourself Y/n" he says your name pleading and desperate. You don't seem to want to obey him so he does the only thing he knows.

You gasp when a smack lands on your thighs. It stings and falls hards.

"Ouch"

"I wanted to go soft on you, but you dont seem like you deserve it" another smack lands on the same spot.

"Huh?Do you think you deserve it?" You suck in a breath as he rubs the stinging area.

"Huh?" Another one lands and the fact that he's still in you makes you clench around him. Though it feels good you just want to feel him move.

You shake your head answering his question.

"So you like being spanked as well" he moves to your ear "you're not the good girl i thought you were" he chuckles "but I don't mind."

He grips your thighs spreading them roughing and you groan. And like a maniac starts to frantically rock into you.

You can barely hold in your moans and whimpers as he drills into you mercilessly.

His name casually falls from your lips in between moans.

Jungkook wants to confess how much he's thought about this and about you. But he doesn't want to seem desperate or like he just came here to fuck you. He didn't plan on it but he couldn't say no. He just wanted to talk to you, little did he know you also seemed to share the same thoughts. Or maybe you were just looking for a quick fuck cause you haven't had the chance to in a while. He doesn't want to think about it. Whether you're fucking for the sake of it or whether you actually feel something, he doesn't care. It'd be better if you don't think much of this anyways.

You move your hands to reach were you're both connected. Your hands start to rub circles on your bud and jungkook smacks your thigh drawing your attention.

He shakes his head. "Jungkook please" you whine.

He knows what you want, and jungkook doesn't like to take orders but he'll do it for you.

Your moans grow stronger as you feel his fingers rub circles where you need it the most. Your head beings to go dizzy with pleasure as jungkook starts to speed up.

"Fuck I'm so close" he says grunting.

"Me too" you inform.

His hips don't halt as you clench feeling your high reach.

"Fuck I'm not on birth control" you remember and inform him worriedly at the last minute. You got carried away.

"Fuck y/n" he sounds a little mad.

"Sorry"

"I'll pull out" he tells you his face scrunched up.

You grip the couch as the knot snap in you. "Shit" you moan.

"Where do you want it?" He asks rushed, you can't even think or ponder on his statement cause your brain gets foggy from the overstimulation from him chasing his own high.

"Fuck Y/n. SPEAK!" the way he grips your thighs pulls your attention. You don't get the chance to respond as he pulls put and spurts on your stomach.

"Fuck" he runs his hands through his hair. "When I ask you something, respond quickly"

He slaps your thigh.

"Otherwise next time I'm gonna put a baby in you" he grits his teeth as he stands to put on his trousers. He doesn't seem mad but maybe just a little annoyed about it.

"And we both don't want that" he throws you a tissue he got from the kitchen.

You wipe him off you and put on your bottoms.

You watch jungkook put on his shirt and the lack of a little more care and affection or even eye contact aches you in some kind of way. You shouldn't care but you can't help but to, you hug your frame as you stand. There's still a little discomfort in between your legs but its still bare able.

You watch jungkook walk to the door and you raise your brows.

"You're leaving?" you ask timidly no longer feeling so confident. He turns his head in question.

"I mean we could finish the movie" you say trying to convince him.

"That movie's long gone y/n" he chuckles as he holds the door open and steps on the porch, you follow and place your hand on the door.

"Plus, I'm not sure when when your brother will be back so I better get going. "

You want to tell him that your brother won't be here tonight or even tomorrow but you decide to let him leave. If he wants to he can leave you're not gonna hold him. Even though it does kinda make you feel used. Maybe it's the lover girl in you.

Jungkook notices the sad look on your face and that you're now shielding yourself from him, which makes him frown. He doesn't want to make you feel like he was using you, that's not what he was doing. He just knows that it's not best for him to stay. He knows your brother won't be here tonight, he just used it as an excuse, he can't stay any longer that he should've. Now that he thinks about it he shouldn't have even fucked you, but he doesn't regret it still.

"I enjoyed tonight" he says hoping that lifts your spirits up. It seems to only do half of it, and you give him a half smile.

"Me too" you say voice still shallow.

"Uhh"

He wants to say something but is interrupted by a loud pop and flash in the sky. You both watch the brightly coloured sparks spread in the sky, and the loud sound makes you jump a little but he doesn't noticed.

Jungkook hums pulling out his phone to check the date. You watch a smile pull on his face as he turns to you.

"I guess it's new year" he says trying to sound jolly and you give him the most genuine smile you have.

"Happy New year Y/n" he approaches you and places a kiss on your forehead, which he'd never do but he's just trying to make you feel better and let you know he wasn't using you.

Somehow it does give you some comfort as you take in his scent one more time, you're sure this scent's gonna linger for the rest of the night.

"Happy New year jungkook" you smile sounding a little happier.

Jungkook walks away as the fireworks still blare in the sky. You stay outside watching the sky a little longer as you wonder what the heck you just did. Did you really just fuck your Brother's friend. What makes it worse is that it was the best fuck of your life. What a way to start the year, your friends would tap your back for this. But you don't think its anything to cheer you on for.

As jungkook drives back home he hopes you dont get carried away with this. It would make the situation even worse. He doesn't regret it, he just doesn't want to drag you along. He kind of wishes he never slept with you, maybe he shouldn't even have visited you. But it's not your fault its his.

It's been like 5 days into the new year and you couldn't stop thinking about new year's eve. You still don't regret it but you're just kind of concerned whether your brother would find out.

You've tried to act like yourself and not awkward like jungkook told you to.

"Just act cool otherwise he'll notice" he says through the speaker of yaour phone.

"I'm trying" you say.

"Try harder" he chuckles and so do you.

"But what if he finds out?" you nervously say mentally biting your nails.

You hear jungkook sigh.

"Y/n" his voice drops an octave as he says your name and he gives you flashbacks of that night.

"Your brother won't find out, I promise you. That's if you don't give it away"

You hum and feel kind of reassured that jungkook won't tell. Its all up to you to not give it up.

"Do you kind of regret it" you ask softly and he seems taken aback by your question.

"Do you?"

You've been thinking about that and you're pretty sure of your answer now.

"No I don't" you bite your bottom lip. "Do you?"

Do you feel nervous asking him that? YES. Cause what if he says yes, what will you do then. You kind of don't want to hear his answer now, but it's too late you've already asked.

"No." Your heart thumps.

"But maybe I would if I couldn't still feel your pussy wrapped around my cock" you can hear the smirk as he says that.

You smile as he says that, some how even through the phone he has you clenching around nothing.

"Good night Y/n. See you when I see you" you can literally hear him smile it's crazy.

"Have a good year jungkook" you say before cutting.

This is gonna be an interesting year for you.

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I hope you all have a lovely and pleasant New year. hope you'll be with MARMALADE even next year:)

Happy new year.

I'm not a professional at writing smut, hope this was digestible.

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thegreatstoryteller · 10 months

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My parents were surprisingly the most into the idea. My mom and dad are some of the most heteronormative couples I know but it wasn’t 5 minutes before someone found them making out the frat house locker room. They kept saying it wasn’t gay if it was two bros, but I don’t think any amount of “No Homo” could save face there. Especially when they were caught a few hours later doing the same thing.

As for me… well maybe I put myself into the hottest guy there, the frat president, on purpose when I filled in the special requests portion. But hey. I think I deserve it for a job well done. In fact as I’m writing this review I’m still in his body! After all thanks to the “Extend your Stay” option, we were able to extend our swap vacation for another 2 weeks. Maybe if this continues going so well I can talk to the company about having us keep these bodies. I don’t think my entire family can go back to their old lives when they are loving being loud, raucous, muscle heads every day of the week. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got another frat party to plan. Thanks Body Swap N’ B!

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nburkhardt · 10 months

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Of Insomnia and Nightmares.

Idk what this is tbh. We’ll go with hurt/comfort mostly with absolutely no real plot 🫣

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

His head hits the back of the cabinet with a loud ‘thunk’, wincing he brings his hand up to rub it before looking over at Steve, standing there still with bed-head and his boxers on.

It’s not technically his first time waking up at this ridiculous time of three in the morning. Also not the first time Steve looks for him. It’s an unfortunate side effect from nearly dying; insomnia and nightmares.

They both have it, luckily or well maybe, unluckily.

Steve tends to treat his insomnia by doing house work or he bakes. When he wakes from the nightmares he doesn’t even attempt at leaving the bed; he shifts in bed and holds him tight. Which always wakes Eddie up, but he doesn’t mind.

Because his thing is louder usually, actually. Right now he’s in the kitchen putting dishes away, which isn’t his thing whatsoever.

“Sorry, sunshine. I couldn’t sleep. Nightmares and insomnia, ya know?”

Steve nods and walks further into the kitchen, before stopping next to him. “And you decided to do, my thing?”

He snorts and looks down at the plate in his hand, shrugs and puts it in the cabinet before closing it. “Just needed a moment, needed my hands to be busy.”

Steve wraps his arms around his waist, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder. Leaning back into his boyfriend, “I usually wake up to the sound of you playing, what’s different?”

“Just, needed to be busy, I guess” he shrugs before turning around to wrap his own arms around Steve, “Let’s go lay down?”

Steve looks at him. Concern is written all over his face and Eddie can see him trying to figure it out, “Bats?”

Sometimes he wants to dive into Steve’s brain and figure out just how he can read him and know. It’s a little frightening to know that he’s easy to read.

He sighs and rests his head against him, closing his eyes he squeezes his eyes shut. “Yeah, they hit before I could even start playing”

Steve let’s out a displeased sigh and squeezes him close. Doesn’t say anything because it’s not necessary, they’ve both told each other the words of comfort already. They’ve been together long enough to know when it’s not necessary.

All he needs right now is to be wrapped up in Steve’s arms.

They’re settled in bed, Eddie nearly on top of Steve. They’re quiet, but not asleep. Neither is actually sleepy at this point now; it’s still too late to really do anything else but lay in bed.

“You know, I was saving those dishes for when I woke up.”

Eddie could’ve sworn Steve was at least falling asleep, he moved his head slightly to look at his boyfriend and finds him with his eyes closed and a small smile, “yeah? You planned that?”

There’s a tiny hum of confirmation, makes him snort before laying his head back down and closing his own eyes. “Sorry, you just looked so comfortable and cute drooling on your pillow that i physically couldn’t wake you up with music”

He feels Steve tighten his arms around him, “I don’t drool”

A smile pulls on his lips, this is nice. This is everything, actually. Didn’t know he could have this.

“Of course not, sweetheart” he mumbles and sinks into the Steve’s warmth more, closing his eyes, “I love you”

The arms tighten again and he feels Steve’s lips press against his head, “I love you more”

Before I ramble more, i’m ending it there. This wasn’t supposed to take me this long but my brain has been lacking on creativity lately :(

Anyway, here’s my permanent tag list under read more! (If you want to be added let me know!!)

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito

Also tagging @momotonescreaming & @steddierthings because they asked for this during wip weekends and doing that helped me finish it 🥰🥰

#steddie #steddie fic #Steve x eddie #nburkhardt writes #this was supposed to be shorter #Eddie Munson fic #steve Harrington fic #stranger things fic #posting late again my time 🫡

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A (hopefully) comprehensive guide to german pet names

I've seen a lot of german being included in fanfic (mostly CoD, but I've also seen it in other fandoms before) lately and felt the need to air my grievances about the way I believe German pet names should be used.

There are similar posts by @itsagrimm that touch on how to include German in your fanfics. (sfw and nsfw)

When I say we aren't as big on pet names (or Kosenamen as they are called in German) as English is, I mean it. If you look up german pet names, you might find some pages that have a list of them, but if you were to use them unironically on a native German speaker, they would probably cringe. A lot of them just sound very cheesy to us. So I looked up some of those lists and tried to explain some pet names in this post.

This is mostly ordered from okay to use to "I'd cringe and close the fanfic if I saw them".

If you think you absolutely need to use a pet name, your go-to should be "Schatz/Schatzi" ("treasure"). It's the allrounder of pet names, whether it be platonic or romantic. If the person is dear to you, Schatzi is the word for you.

Similar but with a slightly different meaning (at least in my opinion) is "Schätzchen" ("little/small treasure"). More commonly used in Germany, as far as I’m aware. I think its best usage is when you use it on someone you pity, kinda like a slightly condescending "darling". (Example: "What's got you pouting like that Schätzchen? Was someone being mean to you?") It's also used for children a lot.

"Liebling" ("favorite") is also a good choice for tender moments or casually addressing your partner. As far as I know, it's used more often in Germany than here in Austria.

I've seen the word "Liebchen" ("little love") being used interchangeably with the word "Liebling" and while it may be used like that in some parts of the DACH region, I'd advise to proceed with caution! Firstly, because it's mostly used for women ,and secondly, because here in Austria (at least the part where I'm from), the word is used to describe a fling or a short-term girlfriend. So calling someone "Liebchen" to their face would be a borderline insult. (Imagine me having a "being called a cunt in Australia vs. being called a cunt in America" like moment the first time I read Liebchen being used in a fanfic.)

"Süßer(male)/Süße(female)" ("sweet one") and "Schnucki/Schnuckelchen" ("adorable one" i guess... literally translated it means "baby sheep") are also used more commonly used for women. They can also be used when someone has done something particularly sweet for you or behaves/looks particularly adorable. Although, "Süßer/Süße" has the weird side effect of also sounding like a come-on in most cases, like "Hey Süßer, could you help me out?". (Other examples: "You remembered how I take my coffee? Du bist schon ein Süßer, oder?/You are being a sweet one, aren't you?";[nsfw, because this one is one of the few ones I'd be okay with seeing in aftercare/cuddling scenes] "You were being such a Schnuckelchen crying and begging like that for me.")

Fun fact: a lot of my male friends jokingly call each other "Schnucki". To the point where they pick up the phone with a "What's up, Schnucki?" and the one guy with a girlfriend almost never calls her "Schnucki" so that everybody knows that when he talks about his "Schnuckis" it's about his male friends.

Now, we are descending into cringe territory with: "Liebster(male)/Liebste(female)" ("beloved") and "Herzblatt" ("loved/lovely person", literally "heart leaf"). If you wanna use them, make it dramatic! Otherwise, it sounds weird. They sound old-fashioned, so if your character is waxing poetic about/to their partner like some character on a stage play or being a drama queen, I'd say go ahead and use them. They're bad for casual conversations, though. Btw, "Liebste/r" sounds a bit like the beginning of a love-letter. (Examples: "It's in your hands alone, Liebste, and choosing me over the world is not worth it."; "How could you betray me like that, Herzblatt? You know I don't like chocolate pudding! So, why is it the only flavor you bought?")

We generally have a lot of animal related pet names in German: "Hase/Hasi/Häschen" ("rabbit"/"little rabbit"); "Spatz/Spätzchen" ("sparrow/little sparrow"; "Spatzl" being the Austrian version of it); "Maus/Mausi/Mäuschen" ("mouse"/"little mouse"); "Äffchen" ("little monkey", for when your partner is being a silly little monkey; "Affl" being the Austrian version); "Bärchen" ("little bear", the right choice for big and friend-shaped partners, generally for men). There are probably a lot more, but these are the most common ones, and they are great for casual conversations. These are also among the most common petnames for children, so for the love of God, leave them out of your smut.

Fun fact: There's an austrian millionaire who has the habit of calling his young, beautiful girlfriends animal names, "Katzi/kitten" and “Bambi” being among the most famous ones.

There are a lot of pet names that can be used when talking *about* someone's partner, but saying it to their face sounds weird. "Bessere Hälfte" ("better half") or "Angebeteter(male)/Angebetete(female)" ("beloved", literally it means someone you pray to) are among them. These can and probably will be tricky for non-german-speakers to work with. You'd have to keep the different case forms in mind, and they just sound better if you keep the whole sentence in german and then switch languages. (Examples: "Wo ist deine bessere Hälfte/Where's your better half? They not around today?"; "Schreib deiner Angebeteten lieber mal/Better shoot your girlfriend a text. She'll wonder where you are otherwise.").

And last but not least, here are some pet names you'd better avoid, for different reasons:

"mein Lieber(male)/meine Liebe(female)" ("my love/beloved") ugh... just no. This is the equivalent of your mother using your full name. Paired with a certain tone, this triggers my fight or flight. So do not use it unless your character is in trouble.

"Zimtschnecke" ("cinnamon roll"), "Schnecke" ("snail"; i also have no idea why we say that) or "Puppe/Püppchen" ("doll/little doll") are generally ways to adress someone beautiful. If you use them, however, you're gonna sound like a 60+ y/o man hitting on a girl in her mid 20s. Do not use unless used jokingly ,and the other person is in on the joke.

Personally, I'd say if you are unsure on what the character you're writing would use, just use the English ones or keep petnames out of their vocabulary entirely and make them show their love in other ways. Shortened versions of their partners name are also a very good alternative. Additionally, I'd advise you to pick one pet name and stick to it. Changing it up feels weird.

Feel free to add things or ask for clarifications

#german #austrian #fanfics #writing #author #könig #könig cod #könig call of duty #call of duty #fanfiction #writing advice #könig x reader #könig fanfiction

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hmshermitcraft · 10 months

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Now the hermits know Pearl’s past isn’t something she talks about often if not at all even Grian knows a whole lot and they’ve known each other since they were toddlers! But she sometimes get into a funk and just avoids everyone for weeks on end they get worried. They try and go to her base but she’s not there Impulse and Gem haven’t even seen her nearby and when she does return she’s usually covered in blood with dead eyes her head down. Not to mention the fact there’s been a massive increase in wolves showing up on the server and not the friendly kind.

Now they want to respect Pearl’s privacy they do really! But the last time she showed up she was curled in a ball next to the Hotguy shop crying with large claw marks behind her and her normally baggy jacket she always keeps on torn to shreds showing a large selection of tattoos they weren’t even aware she had. So after getting her patched up and making sure she was ok they went to her base and sat in front of her with Xisuma pulling the “I demand an explanation” look which he hates pulling.

So after working up a voice Pearl explained her family wasn’t kind…in a traditional sense she comes from a long line of monster hunters who willingly or at least usually willingly become werewolves in order to fight back unfortunately she wasn’t one of those willing ones. Normally the process shouldn’t have side effects as long as it’s what a person wants but unfortunately her grandparents didn’t care for that so they forced the transformation which resulted in the tattoos on her body. So now Pearl has a raging monster inside her that unless she lets loose every once and awhile it can hurt her badly which is what she tried to do since she’s been doing since she’s been on hermitcraft and this is the end result that their seeing when the monster forcibly takes control.

And the last thing she expected was to be hugged by all of them with a good majority of them crying-Mumbo, Keralis your gonna drown Scar at this rate!-while the other majority was already trying to figure out to see if they can remove it or at least a way to ease the symptoms of it. And in that instant Pearl remembered why she fell in love with them all in the first place this curse be damned.

Rando anon

Jokingly, some of the hermits are offended that she thinks they could be taken down by a mere werewolf to begin with. Pearl shakes her head fondly, knowing no wolf is going to help her win that argument.

Xisuma throws himself into research, whilst some of the other hermits band together to find a way to help Pearl manage her symptoms. The wolf needs to be let out occasionally to run off energy, so they need a safe space it can do it! Really, it's just like designing a minigame, and that's something the hermits excel at.

Pearl gives her input, as well. Mostly it's telling people areas the wolf will be able to escape. It can jump over walls that low, yes it can open doors. Gates too. Iron doors take longer so it usually gets bored and gives up.

They eventually end up with a selection of minigames for Pearl to choose from when she needs it. There's ones for running, hunting, fighting- whatever the wolf needs that night! Xisuma promises to keep up his research, but Pearl feels so much better already. It's nice to wake up the morning after a transformation feeling refreshed and energised. She used to always feel like she'd been dragged backwards through a hedge maze.

(The hermits still aren't quite sure how to tell her about the time the wolf came to them and flopped over for belly rubs, though. They guess the previous arrangement didn't feel good for it, either.)

#hermitshipping #ask #pearl tag #xisuma tag #polyhermits #rando anon #mod 🎀

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Trick or treat! (Stargate SG-1 edition, especially any fic ideas or headcanons)

Okay so I don't know if this will turn out as a headcanon, a fic idea, an outline, or something in-between BUT what it mostly is is an Excuse. :P So here goes

The first time Teal'c watches Star Wars, the team's been grounded for a week. Don't ask me why - maybe the Gate's shut down, maybe Jack and Sam have leave, maybe Daniel's been exposed to a strange space pathogen and is in isolation while they wait to see if it's deadly. Important thing is, they don't have missions and Teal'c (it's early days still) isn't allowed off-base.

Sam pokes her head in his room with a set of VHS tapes and says, "Hey, I brought some Earth culture you might be interested in!" Explains that Star Wars is a classic and even if he doesn't like them, it'll still be useful to know the references.

Teal'c, very bored and always willing to hang out with one of his comrades, agrees.

He likes Episode IV. There's good vs evil. They're fighting an evil space empire! He gets to see what kind of space combat the Tau'ri have made up for their stories.

He thinks it's kind of...charmingly idealistic? Like, there's an Evil Oppressive Space Empire but there's still enough freedom for Luke to have his ideals and Leia to have a government position (they HAVE a government?) and even Han gets to choose whether he wants to fight the Empire or just slip under its radar. It's a little hard for Teal'c to relate to, but he enjoys it. It seems very much like his friends' views of the world.

Obi-Wan reminds him of Bra'tac. :) Vader reminds him of Apophis. >:/ Teal'c sees something of his team in the main characters.

Episode V! Sam is Very Excited.

Vader is still alive? Teal'c is disappointed by what, honestly, seems like an incursion of reality. Why won't the evil galactic rulers ever ACTUALLY die when they look like they've died.

He's invested in all the action on Hoth, though. These heroes still read as very Tau'ri to him, with their emphasis on loyalty to their friends and their hope and all that. He wants them to succeed.

He does guess the Yoda reveal. A little too similar to the Nox. :P

Then it's back to Darth Vader on his evil spaceship and

Darth Vader goes down on one knee and asks "What is thy bidding, my master?"

And they've taken plenty of pauses before while watching these movies, so Sam can answer questions about effects or plot conventions or other things lost in cultural translation, but this time when Teal'c says "Pause," he doesn't really have anything to ask. Just, "That...is the Emperor?"

Sam says, "Yeah," and they keep going. But suddenly the fun Tau'ri escapist fantasy is a little harder to watch, as Teal'c processes the fact that the villain of the piece to date isn't actually a System Lord.

Darth Vader is a First Prime.

Everything Vader does now leads to new questions Teal'c isn't sure the story even thinks it's raising. Like, does he want to be doing this? and Does he think he has a choice? and Why is he doing it? and How did he get to this position?

Teal'c watches Vader torture Han and tries not to think about his own past.

And then. AND THEN. You know what comes next.

(Turns out the movie did want him to be asking at least some of those questions about Vader.)

Turns out the evil Emperor's right hand is also a FATHER. He's the HERO'S father. But he also cuts off Luke's hand because the only option he'll apparently countenance is for Luke to join him in the darkness.

But he's a FATHER. He IS a person, not just a faceless villain. But does that make him better or worse?? If he's a person and he chooses to be part of the Empire, then all the questions Teal'c has about him have bad answers.

But also how is LUKE - the idealistic, hopeful shining figure of a Tau'ri hero - going to deal with his idolized father turning up on the Empire's side.

...Suffice to say, Teal'c is glad to see Han rescued and all at the start of Episode VI but he is REALLY REALLY waiting for expansion on the Vader plot.

Luke thinks there's still good in his father. Luke thinks he can SAVE him. Luke sees his father and he BELIEVES in him.

Listen. I believe in Teal'c's right to be a nerd, in general. I also believe that watching Vader say it's too late for him and Luke point-blank refuse to accept that is the MOST INVESTED Teal'c EVER is in experiencing any fictional story, ever.

And

LUKE IS RIGHT

VADER IS SAVED

Vader breaks free!! For his son!! Darth Vader hears his son's cries for help and is able to LISTEN and CHANGE and he is LOVED AND FORGIVEN AND ACCEPTED and he DIES FREE

The Emperor's enslaved right hand is REDEEMED and DIES FREE. That was the story all along

Anyway this is why Teal'c has watched Star Wars nine times. In conclusion.

#stargate sg 1 #you get a long one because this has been Simmering and i'm delighted to have the push needed to unleash it

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sainamoonshine · 1 month

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Re: Murderbot tv show

Okay so. I hope nobody gets mad at me for this post but given the following facts:

1) TV adaptations are like AU fanfics, they often have to change stuff for various reasons and while the bad ones just change it and keep the rest as-is, the good ones do the work of asking « okay but what impact does that change really have on the rest of the story tho? Let’s really explore that. »

and

2) we haven’t had a casting announcement for Overse and Volescu yet

I am thinking about a scenario in which the characters really have been cut from the story and how I would do that if I were them. (Not saying I think that’s what’s happening, I mostly think the characters just don’t have enough lines or screen time to count as « main cast » according to the rules of the industry so there wasn’t a press release abt their casting.)

So, cutting Overse from the storyline of ASR is fairly easy, she’s more of a background character until Network Effect. But Volescu? Now, Volescu can’t just be cut, he has to be replaced, because somebody needs to get talked up the side of that crater by MB at the beginning. (And then he only has a few lines and isn’t in the following books at all, so yeah he would be a logical character to remove, sorry!).

Anyway so you can’t replace Volescu in that scene with Mensah, because she’s coming in with the chopper. I want to see Ratthi almost get killed going back for the equipment so I wouldn’t consider him for the scene either, and I don’t think Pin-Lee would freeze like that.

A decent option would be Arada — who then could namedrop Overse for some fanservice that would make everyone angry, I guess — but I think the juiciest option, story-wise, would be Gurathin. Because then it would make all the viewers so fucking pissed that even after MB saved his life he still doesn’t trust it. Imagine the drama! The betrayal! You could really set up a lot of strong interpersonal conflicts and story arcs right there.

Aside from the obvious MB and Gurathin drama, would could have Pin-Lee replace Volescu as the one who helps him look thru MB’s code but she chooses to trust it instead; you could compare MB saving him at the beginning with it fishing Ratthi out of all those mud pits and how Ratthi decides he wants to be MB’s bff; etc. It would also set him up as a sort of « antagonist » that would explain why his casting was announced as playing « against » Skarsgård.

Anyway just thinky thoughts. Also I think it would be hilarious.

#murderbot #murderbot tv

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we can follow the sparks, I'll drive

sam/bucky | au | rated t | 2k words

An extremely fluffy alternate epilogue to the Sam/Bucky Formula One AU, midnight driving with the windows down.

( also on AO3 )

Back when he and Steve were still at the racing academy, one of the trainers used to say that most of Bucky’s mid-race overtakes happened because he was such an annoying presence on the track that other drivers would fall back just to get away from him.

He eventually figured out more effective maneuvers than pure persistent irritation, but he’s never been opposed to bringing back a classic, which explains how he’s chosen to spend his morning.

“Barnes,” growls Sam, for the third or fourth time, and Bucky feels it rumble through his chest where it’s pressed against Sam’s side.

“Sorry, did you need something?” he asks, as mildly as possible. (It’s a little muffled: when he opted to flop down on Sam and go fully boneless, he ended up with a face full of Sam’s pecs, and turning his head hasn’t fully solved that problem.)

“What I needed,” says Sam, “is to have left this hotel room twenty minutes ago, but I was stopped by an overgrown toddler.”

Bucky would feel bad, except that in spite of his complaints, Sam has made absolutely no effort to extricate himself from Bucky’s hold. He’s been idly playing with Bucky’s hair for at least the last ten minutes, and it feels so good that Bucky’s regretting all the years that he kept his hair short and missed out on the way Sam’s fingers feel running through it.

“You’re the one who got back in bed,” he says. “It’s almost like you didn’t even want to go to that brunch where you can’t eat anything and you just have to smile awkwardly in selfies with celebrities until you feel like your face is gonna get stuck that way.”

“I literally just sat down to put my watch on.”

“Who puts on their watch before they put on a shirt, Wilson?”

“People whose partners have no concept of getting places on time, that’s who.”

Bucky snorts. “You were already late before you ended up here.”

“And whose fault was that?” asks Sam drily.

“I guess we’ll never know,” says Bucky, whose first instinct when Sam’s alarm went off at six this morning was to say, ‘Absolutely fucking not,’ and shut the phone inside a drawer.

He can feel the slightest tremor of Sam’s shoulder as he tries not to laugh, but Bucky doesn’t bother to bite back his own giddy smile when Sam turns and presses a kiss to his hairline. “I guess we won’t.”

“Anyway,” says Bucky, “there’s no point in going down there now. All those Hollywood people? You know that pressed juice line is going to be a nightmare, and how are you going to start your day without a pineapple-tumeric-ginger juice?”

“And is being trapped here in this bed somehow an effective alternative to that?”

“It is if your favorite person ordered your juice from room service.”

“Man, I can’t believe Steve went and ordered me room service, and from a hotel he’s not even staying at,” says Sam. “What a great guy.”

Bucky pushes away from Sam so he can level a glare at him. “You’re not as funny as you think you- hey!”

There’s maybe a reason why Sam is famous for his maneuvering around tight corners. The second that Bucky pulls away even a little bit, he wriggles out from underneath him, disentangling their legs and smoothly rolling off the bed in a single motion.

“That was a dirty play,” Bucky says, slumping against the pillows and frowning.

Sam just grins at him, triumphant. “Three months out of the game and you’re already losing your edge, huh, Barnes?”

Bucky doesn’t have a response, mostly because Sam always looks stupid attractive when he’s like this, all cocky and teasing, and it doesn’t help that those tailored linen pants fit him like a dream. He’s saved from being called out for gawping when there’s a knock at the door and Sam moves to answer it.

He can hear Sam chatting with whoever stopped by, so he grabs his phone off the charger and checks his notifications, heart-ing the photos that Steve just sent of Ellie and the new baby and sending off a text to Olivia to tell her how much he approves of Sam’s outfit today. Then he swipes over to the group chat where he’s got more than fifty notifications and scrolls all the way back to where he last left off, reading through the messages like he’s skimming the headlines.

He’s still catching up when Sam comes in wheeling the room service cart—a good call, given that Bucky is neither dressed nor technically supposed to be in here—and subsequently steals a strawberry off of Bucky’s waffles.

“I’m going to let that slide because I know strawberries are the closest you’re getting to dessert until this race is over,” says Bucky, only glancing up before turning back to his texts. “No Rihanna at the brunch, by the way. Just a bunch of TikTok stars and actors from CW shows. Are you sure you want to go to this?”

Sam raises an eyebrow as he pours a cup of coffee. “What are you, running surveillance on the dining room?”

Bucky holds up his phone. “Hope said she didn’t recognize anyone there, and then Tandy was keeping an eye out for Rihanna but apparently she’s not making an appearance because it would be too busy with the press, so-”

“Hang on,” says Sam. “You’re in a group chat with Hope and Tandy? Why?”

“Not just Hope and Tandy,” says Bucky. “Colleen, too, obviously, and Gert, and Olivia Walker, and–”

“Are you talking about the WAGs? You’re part of that chat?”

He nods. “Colleen said the invite was my retirement present.”

“But…why?”

“It’s for the partners of active Formula One drivers,” says Bucky, shrugging. “And last I checked, I was the partner of an active Formula One driver, unless this is your way of breaking up with me for making you late to brunch.”

“Yeah, I’m real upset that I missed my chance to let all my food go cold while I pose for selfies with a bunch of actors I’ve never heard of,” says Sam, his voice flat. He steals another strawberry and furrows his eyebrows after he takes his first bite. “Wait, is this group chat where you get all that insider gossip that you’ve been sharing? Like Quill retiring? Or the new merch releases?”

“Obviously,” Bucky says, moving to the end of the bed and pulling the plate of waffles closer to himself. “You think they’d just give that kind of information to a retired driver?”

Sam snorts. “I should have known. Back when I was dating Leila, I swear she knew about every one of the FIA’s moves weeks before it was going to happen. Sometimes I think she was more in the know than Rhodey was.”

“Dot was the same way when we were together,” says Bucky. The waffle is proving a little stubborn to cut one-handed and he wishes he’d just ordered pancakes instead. “I should have listened to her more, honestly. I didn’t realize how good the intel was.”

“What about the year that you and Steve started racing together again? At Scuda? I met some of those models you dated; they knew everyone worth knowing at the FIA. Tell me they didn’t have insider knowledge.”

Bucky looks up from his breakfast with a smirk. “We weren’t exactly talking race strategy all night.”

“Too bad for them.” Sam grins back at him, wolfish now. “They never saw you get all worked up about speed control on hairpin turns.”

Sam’s been making Bucky blush long enough that he knows there’s only more teasing around the corner, but this time around, he’s armed with the perfect distraction. He holds his carefully-assembled forkful of waffle and strawberry and whipped ricotta in front of Sam’s mouth, giving the fork a little wiggle like he’s trying to entice a three year old and not a whole adult.

There’s a beat where Bucky assumes that Sam is weighing his options, and then he opens his mouth and takes the bite.

While Sam is busy chewing, Bucky seizes the opportunity for a counter-argument: “You’re the only person in the world who thinks that’s attractive, you know.”

His only answer is an unimpressed look, made a lot less intimidating by the slight chipmunk face that Sam has going on at the moment. Bucky just laughs.

“One,” says Sam, after some furious chewing, “there are thousands of thirsty instagram comments about you that prove otherwise.”

Bucky opens his mouth to protest, but finds that he doesn’t really have anything to say to contradict that.

Sam looks satisfied as he moves around to the closet and opens the door, disappearing from Bucky’s line of sight. “And two,” he calls out, “none of those matter anyway, because I saw you first.”

He feels his face go hot again, and suddenly all Bucky can think of is the first time that he saw Sam: not in race footage or in a crowded room, but out by the track at one of Bucky’s first races out of the academy. He’d had his helmet under one arm, head thrown back with laughter at something Steve said, and Bucky had taken one look at how fucking pretty he was and felt every last brain cell fizzle out.

Maybe that should’ve been a sign, but Bucky had resolutely ignored it, made his way over to the cute boy who was hanging out with his best friend, and immediately said something snotty about getting cozy with the competition. It had ended up completely backfiring, he remembers. Steve had looked absolutely appalled and Sam had just given Bucky an appraising once-over, then turned that maddening grin on him and said, “I mean, if you want to call yourself competition.”

He’d walked away before Bucky could think of any sort of comeback, and an infuriated Bucky had spent the entire subsequent race chasing him.

It only took twenty years to catch up, he thinks, and has to hide his dopey grin behind his coffee mug when he hears the closet door click shut.

When Sam comes back around the corner, he’s still bare-chested, but he’s swapped the tailored linen trousers for what Bucky recognizes as his favorite of Sam’s many pairs of sweatpants.

Bucky only processes what that means when Sam drops onto the bed beside him and plucks the coffee out of his hands. “You’re not going?”

Sam shrugs, taking a sip of Bucky’s coffee when he’s got his own cup literally six inches away. “Couldn’t let that pressed juice go to waste, could I? Not when my favorite person ordered it for me.”

Just to have something to do that isn’t grinning at his boyfriend like a fool, Bucky turns and reaches for his Nets hoodie, dragging it over to them from where it was balled up by their pillows.

He’s expecting Sam to protest that he’s fine—he’s not; Bucky can already see the goosebumps on his arms—or crack some kind of joke about Bucky not wanting to warm Sam up himself.

What he’s not expecting is to turn back and find Sam’s face caught between interest and alarm, staring fixedly at Bucky’s thighs.

“What?” asks Bucky, following the line of Sam’s gaze to his new boxers, down to where the number 25 is printed just above the hem. “What’s wrong?”

Sam is quiet for a long moment. Then, with an impressive amount of gravitas for such an absurd question, he asks, “Am I hallucinating, or do your boxers have my name printed across the ass?”

Bucky’s eyes go wide with understanding. “Oh, right. About that…”

“About what?”

“So you know the new merch release that the other WAGs told me about so I could impress you with all my insider knowledge?”

“Oh my God,” says Sam.

“Yeah.”

“They’re selling boxers with my name on the ass.”

“They’re pretty comfortable, for what it’s worth,” laughs Bucky, letting Sam pull him in close and peer over his shoulder to get a better look at the lettering.

“I’m gonna kill Parker.”

“Could you at least wait until next month? Because he promised to get me some of the pairs from the other teams’ merch stores, and I feel like the Leone colors would look pretty good on—”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Sam all but growls, just like Bucky did earlier, and tackles him to the bed to prove exactly why Bucky won’t be wearing any colors that aren’t Sam’s.

(The pressed juice, regrettably, does go to waste.)

#sambucky #sambucky f1 au #this is just So Silly there's zero plot but I do think they're cute all the same #a total of three people expressed the vaguest interest and I was like WELP IT'S WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT #this is a little rough but to be fair that's why it's not the official epilogue #'hey zainab did you spend time polishing this instead of working on your valentine's day fic' no comment #my fic

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thatcoyperson · 1 year

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Alright were saying F it we ball and I'm posting writing for the Overthrown AU cause I feel like it [yes it has a name now, yes I'm insane]

Honestly if I put any more thought into this au this'll probably become outdated but whatever it's fine I'm proud of it either way

[@stiffyck enyoj]

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“Scar,” BDubs toyed with a Royal Emerald, moving it around with one hand with his other resting across his stomach, “Can I be honest with you for a second?”

Scar looked at where BDubs was slouched in his mini throne through the side of his sunglasses, Hotguy bow loaded and pulled back, pointing towards the stone brick wall of the throne room. “Of course you can, my mossy friend!” His smile was evident in his voice, and he let go of the arrow after he spoke. A piece of flint on the arrow rest scraped along a bit of iron near the arrow nock, setting the arrow ablaze before it cut its way through a banner, leaving a jagged hole which was charred around the edges.

He pushed himself to sit upright more, staring at the green gem in his hand, “Look, I know I’m the one who made Ren king and all, but he’s not-” BDubs laughed as he spoke, “He’s not doing a very good job at it, I have to say.”

BDubs looked up from the emerald and watched Scar walk over towards the main throne Ren used, taking a seat and setting the bow beside it, “Oh no I agree,” Scar said, resting his elbow on the armrest and propping his chin on his hand, “Like I don’t mean to doubt your wisdom BDubs, but he used magenta glazed terracotta to mark out road plans, and use of that block is an unforgivable sin! It's a crime against minecraft that it even exists!” he said, hitting the armrest with the fist of his free hand for dramatic effect, “Plus the whole economy thing I guess.”

BDubs laughed at Scars drama about the whole situation. “No you’re right! I thought that he’d be a good fit! He was planning things out around the shopping district and the server was a mess, so I thought that he might be able to… I dunno, take some action to start cleaning it up!” he explained, putting the emerald down and moving his hands around as he spoke to emphasize his words. “And I mean to give him some credit, he did do that, but- just between you and me Scar” he leant over the arm of his smaller throne and lowered his voice to a hushed whisper, Scar mirroring his actions, “I think- I think the diamonds went to his head.”

Scar gave a small nod. “Good!” BDubs sat back properly in his chair, “Good I’m glad we’re on the same page with that-”

“Y’know we could do something about it,” Scar suggested casually, returning to his former position on the throne, head resting on his hand, “Since neither of us like having him as king. And I know other hermits don’t exactly like him either.”

“I suppose so, yes,” BDubs said slowly.

Shifting in the throne to look forwards down the throne room, “I mean we already know about the soup gang and their shenanigans, plus Grian’s complained to me so many times about it. Though, that's mostly been about royal emeralds lately, and the general diamond loss.” leaning to the side, he rested his cheek on his hand, tapping his temple with his finger which was covered by the archers glove he still wore. “Which I mean I can agree with. I was in charge of a shopping district in season 7 and it wasn’t that hard to keep track of the diamonds.”

BDubs nodded along as Scar spoke, turning his head to look over at the man sat on the king's throne.

“Like I understand that those diamonds belonged solely to the shopping district, but so should these! Sure, it can be a little bit tempting to spend those diamonds on personal stuff, but an important part of a good leader is being able to have people trust you to do the right thing, y’know, like not use the server diamonds only for personal decoration,” Scar glared over at one of the many piles of diamond ore that littered the castle.

“I know that sounds hypocritical cause of the diamond trees and diamond throne, but the thing is that was decided by me, you and Grian- well the throne was, and the diamond trees were for the shopping district. I mean they were already sittin’ there doing nothing! Plus I used them to pay back to people who helped fix the shopping district up and make roads. These diamonds were meant to be redistributed back to the hermits to try and balance the economy. But here they sit, doing nothing! They probably have dust on them by now!”

Scar let out a long sigh and slid down the throne, then laughed to himself. “The more I talk about it the more frus- fr- fru- frust- hang on,” BDubs chuckled along with Scar as he stumbled over the word. “Frus- frustrated- there! The more I talk about it the more frustr- gosh dang it. You know what I mean!”

“I do, I do. And I really- I can’t help but agree with you,” a quiet laugh came through as BDubs spoke, sounding far more exasperated than a typical BDubs laugh. His forehead was rested on his hand, facing forwards down the throne room as he spoke. “He started off doing so well too! Like I know I already said this but he did! He had the whole quest system to give the diamonds back in a more evenly-distributed way so that we didn’t have a few hermits with hundreds of diamonds while everyone else has so much less, and I mean it was a pretty good system! It worked!”

“I mean personally,” Scar pushed himself to sit upright in the throne, looking over and putting his hand to his chest, “I would have preferred to keep the diamonds, but I guess the quest system worked.”

“I- You’re biased! You had a good chunk of the diamonds! You don't get a say here.” Being just as expressive as he normally is, BDubs shot up in the chair to lean over the arm towards Scar, pointing towards his friend and giving him a well-meaning, though very angry looking glare.

The overzealous reaction caused Scar to lean back in the chair, his legs pulling up towards his chest a little bit as he gave a full laugh. He sighed, “I guess you’re right, yeah yeah. But I worked hard for those diamonds. My hands were calloused for weeks I say, weeks! …I sound like Grian right now,” he laughed to himself at the small observation, and BDubs once again joined in.

“You do, yeah. But clearly we’re both on the same page here,” he got up from his small throne, mossy cloak dragging across the seat before falling and hovering just above his ankles. Scar watched from behind his sunglasses as he walked to stand directly in front of the throne, facing the man sat in it. “Neither of us like Ren being king, so, why don’t we do something about it like you said? You do look good sitting on the throne, after all.”

It took a long moment for Scar to clock what BDubs was implying, his expression visibly changing and lighting up once he did. “Wait, are you… saying that we should dethrone him?” His tone was almost hopeful. BDubs did nothing more than smile in response. “Because that's what I’m picking up here.”

“That is exactly what I’m saying. Like come on, what’s Ren gonna do if his advisor and knight both turn on him? I’m almost certain no one else in his court would oppose us,” he opened up his arms, holding his hands to the side as though he were holding something in each. “We team up to overthrow the king - maybe get the Soup Group or Resistance Assistance involved as a distraction - and then once Ren’s out of the way you take the throne for yourself. Then we can start making changes to get the server back to some sort of normalcy.”

“You don’t want the throne?” BDubs seemed shocked at Scars question. “I mean you’re probably just as qualified as I am, seeing since we seem to be having the same thoughts about it.”

“Oh no no no! I’m not one to take the throne myself, more of a king-maker than a king, you feel me?”

Scar silently stared at BDubs for a moment, then signed and sunk down in the throne slightly, “I guess…”

“Yeah. Out of the two of us, you’re definitely more the leader type. Plus, you did a great job in Season 7 as mayor,” BDubs stretches his hand out towards Scar, who's still slouched in the throne, “So, whaddya say Scar? It must be nice being on the throne again.”

A long moment passed where Scar stared at BDubs’ outstretched hand in silent thought, before he pushed himself off the throne and walked over to meet his friend. Grabbing onto his hand, Scar smiled. “Let’s do it.”

#forgot to tag this oops #anyways yeah im insane #calling this the overthrown AU for the sillies #...yeah #gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #king ren #rendog #overthrown au #coy writes

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ryuichirou · 9 months

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Hi! You guys have converted me to the Kalijami ship. Your headcannons have been great and I've been enjoying them a lot. I'm glad you agree with shipping bottom!Jamil with Kalim. Most fics have it the other way around which is fine but I mostly want content with the opposite. Thank you for the food 🤭👍

I kinda wanna hear your headcannons for Time travel!Kalijami. Lately I've been reading those villainess mahnwa where they re-do their life. I think Jamil would probably regret how he went about separating himself Kalim. He literally tried to kill him, granted he was overblotting. Point is I think he'd regret taking his frustration on the Master-Servant system on Kalim. So when he gets the chance to repeat it, he takes it and makes some changes.

Plot twist: The butterfly effect proceeds to kick him in the metaphorical ass. He ends up raising/turning Kalim into a yandere for him. I think I want a more villainous take on Kalim cause I think he has the potential. This boy DID end up in NRC, papa Asim's generous donation was just a bonus. You don't have to make major changes to his personality which could make this even creepier in Jamil's perspective once he realizes. I think you can also show a more competent side to Kalim here cause I think that would be one of the first things Jamil changes. He would encourage Kalim to be more independent and sly in getting what he wants when being nice doesn't work. This new approach will backfire on Jamil hard 😉

It would be even better if Jamil doesn't realize the web Kalim has been spinning around him. It could start small, Kalim could start lowkey convincing people that the idea of Kalijami wouldn't be so bad. I think people would enjoy the forbidden romance aspect and its just like the fairytales. For Kalim's parents, he could emphasize to them how loyal and devoted Jamil is. If the subject of children come up, he can just handwave it- surrogacy or magic as a solution.

I'd like to hear your ideas on the idea. If you have any NSFW! headcannons for this too, I ain't gonna complain 🤫

Anon! Sorry for such a late reply. I feel like it’s already a given that it takes me ages to reply, but I still want to stress that I appreciate your patience and all the asks we receive.

I am very happy you like our KaliJami content and especially like bottom!Jamil lol, their dynamic is very nice like that, it works well with their power dynamic and unusual relationship. So it’s great that we could post something that you enjoy and don’t get to see often, even though we ourselves don’t post KaliJami often…

I like how well you’ve thought your idea through lol, you clearly have a vision and a story, so I wouldn’t really want to influence it with our own interpretation of the ship. Despite our love for yandere!Kalim and darker themes related to him, I guess we still tend to write him with some naiveté. Like, he isn’t totally stupid of course and he is charismatic and sometimes uses his charisma in surprisingly impressive ways, but I don’t really see Kalim as cunning, even if Jamil influences him and teaches him things. It’s not impossible to write this type of story believably, but I guess I personally have a bit of a hard time imagining it because of how we view Kalim and his inner darkness. I guess we tend to make him blunt, stubborn and spoiled, and boy oh boy how spoiled he would be if Jamil never lashed out on him and never told him about how he felt…

I’ll share a couple of thoughts, but then again, it could really differ from what you wanted to read. Sorry in advance for that.

If Jamil does this thing, he would really get a whiplash because of the butterfly effect. First of all, he would get surprised by just how much his relationship with Kalim has changed: now Kalim basically expects him to have sex with him for some reason. Are they together? When did the line dividing them disappear? And why is Kalim so pushy? (And Kalim, being even more spoiled that he already is, is super pushy)

Kalim could definitely find a way to make his family accept the fact that he and Jamil are together, so Jamil would suddenly enter the world in which everyone thinks they are a couple, even though he himself never agreed to it. It feels almost sinister, as if Kalim is doing it maliciously, which is a huge contrast to the way Kalim talks about this: being his usual sunny self. He decided for both of them, and he doesn’t listen to anything Jamil has to say. All of the arguments against their relationship that Jamil had (their status, future children, all this) are already invalid: Kalim destroyed them with his surprisingly sound and mature sounding reasoning. But Jamil just couldn’t shake off the feeling that behind this maturity and understanding hides a spoiled kid is too used to getting anything he wants and just doesn’t even register the fact that Jamil isn’t sure about this… and it’s not like he can say something about it now that everyone is congratulating and hugging them.

Ahem, well, that’s all I can. Once again, thank you for sharing and sorry for the disappointing reply, but I hope you had some fun reading it anyway.

#replies #kalijami

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kurisus · 4 months

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Noragami reread: Volume 25, 26 & 27 thoughts

The last of the reread thoughts. Until the next reread (I'll still use the same tag!), and see you with the release of the final chapter shortly. Until then, I'll be mostly off the grid.

Volume 25 is...absolutely brutal. It starts right off with Yuka clearly seeing Hiyori as similar to her mother (aka someone who smiled her way through problems), then we get a flashback of Yukine's father finding the letters and ripping them up in front of him. The most chilling part is that he said he knew all along what was in them, but Yukine isn't even listening. And then there's the page of sound effects followed by an unsettling silence. I just. ANOTHER TOP 10 MOST GUTTING MOMENTS OF NORAGAMI. (Maybe I will actually compile a list.)

Nora goes back to trash dad because even though she's figured out he's full of shit, she still craves the love of a parent--she wasn't ever alive long enough to have it, so that yearning will never go away. So when he calls for her with a fake apology, she's never heard that from him before and believes him, and gets swept up in the moment of working as they used to. But the illusion is broken, and that's why she eventually turns on him.

Yato's struggle to get Yukine back contrasts beautifully with trash dad's backstory--a story about how the world is mean, and cruel, and you have to fight to survive because everyone's just in it for themselves. Trash dad is projecting his anger onto Yukine because he never had a father figure to look up to, but Yukine does now--Yato.

Yukine realizes this in what is still probably the most beautiful scene in the manga (although him asking Yato about him being buried is tied). I cried so many tears over this, and I will continue to do so.

Trash dad in Yomi with Izanami is a super interesting scene because of how casual she is with him. She sits with him a while, seemingly never pressures him to dine with her, and willingly tells him all about shinki and ayakashi while asking him about his own past. At the end of this, he steals the brush from her and escapes. When we see Izanami in the current story where Yato and Ebisu encounter her, she's desperate for a friend and keeps pushing food on them. So my guess is that back then, she was a lot more hospitable (or maybe just because she knew humans aren't allowed to leave Yomi), but him stealing from her and escaping caused her to become even more lonely and distrustful.

Likewise, what Father says about the brush naming shinki is very interesting too. The law of Yomi supercedes the law of heaven as far as spirits are concerned, because she was the first person to try naming ayakashi. Since Hagusa and Mizuchi were both named as corrupted spirits, the names bestowed by the brush can't be removed by Amaterasu. Could Izanami remove them? Probably.

That makes me wonder if, in the final chapter, because the brush is destroyed they will lose those names. It doesn't really matter, though, because (a) Yukine already made the choice to become a stray. That won't change. Same with Mizuchi, even if she'd personally gone around and begged every god to release her. But (b) both of them were pushed into this choice by a master manipulator, one who is dead and won't be able to control them anymore. And (c) Yukine, at least, has found his forever master. Mizuchi is...a little lost in that regard, but I'm hoping the fan theory that Kofuku names her comes true.

Not a lot from volumes 26 and 27, but I didn't notice before that trash dad separated himself from Fujisaki so he woke up, but how did his lifeline to Father get cut? I assume they'll explain it in the last chapter--maybe Yato stopped by? He's unable to talk super well (probably because he's feeling some of the effects of decapitation) but he would still remember the name...but that also fades as he talks to the police.

Side note, I love that his birth date is omitted in his student ID. The month and date, not just the year. Adachitoka said NO celebrating Fujisaki's birthday for you.

Now that I'm not distressed and angry about the Hiyori shinki thing (because I know it was reversed), I want to comment that I wish she had said, like, a single word while she was a shinki. Wondering where she is, or who that girl's body is, or something. I do just wish this whole business hadn't happened in the first place, but it is what it is. Since it was undone, it's not a dealbreaker.

As for my other ending hangups--I think Yukine's father won't have his fate mentioned, or maybe just a quick mention that he's dead. There's a point in Yukine's Hagusa arc where he decides his father isn't worth his time, basically, and the official translation talks about forgiveness. But it's not really forgiveness, it's just accepting that getting revenge won't do anything now.

Still kind of wish Hiyori and Bishamon had had more to do in the final arc, still think it's a bit funny that the gods started slaughtering humans only for them to go back to normal like 10 minutes later, don't really care that much though. As long as the trio stays alive and trash dad stays dead, I'll take it.

Discord reactions:

#live update #Noragami reread #GoodbyeNoragami

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that-wildwolf · 7 months

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Get to know your fanfic writer!

Thank you @callista-curations for tagging me!

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

Circa 2008 I think. Let me tell you those were the wild days. FF.n wasn't really that popular and AO3 straight up didn't exist yet. You would make a whole ass entire blog. And you would post your fic on that blog. And people actually found that shit???? Wouldn't work now.

First Character(s) you wrote?

OCs actually, in the PJO fandom. I don't really enjoy writing OCs now but that's what was cool back then 😅 The first canon characters I wrote were Sarah Jane and the Doctor from Doctor Who.

Main Character(s) you're currently writing?

Well I've always got that Shakarian brainrot, don't I? Also like. Saren and Nihlus I guess.

Character(s) you haven't written about before but plan to soon?

Jolyne and Jotaro Kujo! I've still lowkey got that Eyes of Heaven brainrot, and isn't it cool to write characters that are biologically parent and child as having a sibling relationship, but I'm aware that the target audience of that fic would be uh. me. so I'm not in a rush.

Fandom(s) you're currently writing?

It's mostly mass effect. Even the WIPs I have of other fandoms are scarce among my mass effectses.

Platonic Pairing(s) you're currently writing?

Jotaro and Jolyne, definitely. Shepard and Saren is always a lot of fun to write, though my Kryterius fic mostly focuses on Shepard and Nihlus. Also fun, but not as much.

Romantic Pairing(s) you're currently writing?

Shakarian and Kryterius. I mean what did you expect? a magic trick?

Your top AO3 tags?

Interspecies Relationship(s) absolutely sweeping at 32 fics. Followed by Fluff (19 fics) and Post-Canon (18 fics). Like I said I have no idea where this idea that I'm an angst writer came from, I'm all about the fluff--

Current platform you use for posting?

I guess I might as well officially say that since finishing up my first contact Shakarian AU two years ago, I am no longer posting my fics on FF.n anymore. It's all AO3 now.

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

"Saren." Nihlus is immediately at his side, one hand on his cowl and another grabbing his good arm. "Saren, you're not going to die. I'm getting you out of here. I swear."

"Shepard will never allow that."

"She doesn't have a say in this. You're my responsibility." Nihlus nearly growls at the thought of anyone getting in the middle of that. After everything he's done, the Council will have to agree if he asks. Damn what Shepard thinks. "She doesn't have the authority."

"Nihlus..." Saren shakes his head at him. His subvocals, as always, remain infuriatingly silent, but Nihlus has learned to read his body language to make up for that. He doesn't like what he's seeing: Saren's eyes are completely vacant of any emotion and his shoulders drooped. There's nothing left in him, no fight, no hope. He's given up already.

And that's something Nihlus can't accept.

“I’m getting you out of here,” he promises again. This time, he receives absolutely no reaction.

It nearly breaks his heart to leave now, but he has to. He has to get Saren out of this as quickly as possible, he can’t allow this to go on. So he quietly slips out, silently hoping that Saren isn’t looking. He wouldn’t bear to have that hopeless gaze on himself right now.

Shepard is waiting for him just outside the holding cells. Of course she is. Nihlus doubts she would ever allow anyone to make a decision about Saren that she didn't approve, or at least know, of.

Which is probably going to make things very difficult for him from now on.

"You can release him," he says simply.

Shepard, to her credit, doesn’t say a word. She just looks at him like he's just done the worst thing she could imagine. In all honesty, the flicker of rage, disappointment, and disapproval that lit up her eyes almost made him pause.

She slowly shakes her head and walks away without as much as a single look back. Nihlus isn’t sure how he feels about that.

He just hopes he hasn't just made an enemy he won’t be able to deal with later on.

Tagging (but you guys know my tags are no pressure. I won't be upset if you don't do it.) @whiskynorocks @milkywayes and @nicolasadrabbles

#fanfic tag game #tag game #wild rambles #you don't have to do it if i tagged you btw #obviously #and if i tagged you and someone else already did im sorry i just wanna look inside your brain. show me your wips. i crave the fic.

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svtdarlingbby · 2 years

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Dance the Night Away! HoshixTrainee!Reader

pairing: Hoshi x gender neutral Reader genre: angst in the beginning mostly fluff/humor no warnings! just Hoshi being the best boi word count: 1495 Ok guys this is my first fic on here! Hope you enjoy!

getting accepted into HYBE was your dream come true

just becoming a trainee under one of the biggest companies was surreal

it seems like your hard work was starting to pay off

however, things can't be 100% perfect

the loneliness was for sure getting to you

sure HYBE was a big company but you never had time to create meaningful friendships due to your workload

not to mention your homesickness

going from living with your family and seeing your friends often to being isolated in a new city with hardly anyone to talk to was rough

the effects of these feelings began to show through your performance

which brings us today to your dance coach snapping at you for not mastering the choreography as fast as you should have

"Y/N! How many times do we need to go over this? You should've had this down a while ago!" yelled your dance instructor

"I'm sorry" was all you could muster as you held back tears

"I thought you were better than this. Even if you have to stay in the studio all night I want you to master this choreography. No ifs or buts," sighed your dance instructor as they left you alone in the studio.

now that they were gone it was safe to let it all out

the tears you had been holding flowed out as you let out choked sobs

it really was a pitiful scene as you leaned against the mirrored wall with your face buried into your palms

I'm really going to screw up my chances at going big because of my feelings? you wondered

just thinking this made you cry even more

you didn't hear the door to the dance studio open in the midst of your crying session

whoever walked in didn't see you either

just as he was about practice dancing his newest song, he saw your wallowing figure in the mirror

"AAAAHHHH!!" he screamed and jumped surprisingly high

"AAAH SORRY!" you half squeaked/yelled through teary eyes

you realized that you had terrified the Kwon Soonyoung aka Hoshi aka Tiger

"You got my heart racing haha, no worries, Y/N was it?" he chuckled as he walked toward you

oh no

this is not how you wanted to meet any of your labelmates

you simply nodded in response attempting to hide your tear-stained face

you definitely failed for sure

"Y/N? Are you okay?" he asked as he kneeled to your height

"Yes" you lied

"You don't look okay. What's wrong?" he frowned as he sat next to you on the ground

something about his question made you want to cry more

this was probably the first time someone here has ever thought to make sure you were okay

"It's just..." you begin as you began to cry more

ngl Soonyoung felt a bit awkward but he felt his heart break at the sight of you

"It's okay, Y/N. Let it out" he said gently patting your shoulder

usually he was known for being super energetic but seeing his comforting side was calming

so you cried, at least until you felt composed enough to tell him what was wrong

"Sorry for bugging you, I guess trainee life is a lot harder than I anticipated," you admitted wiping the last of your tears against your sleeve

"Ah I remember those days, they were tough," reminisced Soonyoung

"For sure... I've just been feeling pretty lonely. My whole life is completely different than it was a couple of months ago and I guess the homesickness and anxiety is affecting my performance. My dance instructor was pissed off at me and I guess that was my breaking point," you vented as he listened attentively

"I'm sorry they were harsh on you. I wish they'd have a little more empathy. If you need any help with dancing and what not I'd be more than happy to help" he offered with a smile

"You'd help me?" you asked kind of shocked that someone as busy as Soonyoung would offer to help a lonesome trainee like you

"Yeah why not. You seem dedicated and you got this far. I don't mind really!" he said as he got up.

"Wow Soonyoung, I can't thank you enough," you said

"Alright let's get up" he said as he pulled you off the ground. "So what do you need help with exactly?"

You explained to him that you needed to memorize your assigned choreography by tomorrow

"My dance instructor said I needed to know this even if it took all night" you said worriedly

Soonyoung took a look at your assigned work and beamed

"Hey I know this song! Okay which part do you need help with?"

You were so thankful omg

You explained to him that you knew the beginning up until the first chorus but were kinda lost afterwards

"Okay Y/N, by the end of this session you're gonna know this dance by heart thanks to me"

As soon as he played the music Soonyoung went into full tiger dance pro mode

you were in awe of how a human could just become the concept of dance itself like woww

it definitely took some time for you learn and master the new parts of the choreography but Soonyoung was impressed by your motivation and drive

not gonna lie you did feel your face flush when Soonyoung would fix your positioning or stature

you knew he was being professional but man was he hot when he was in dance mode

he was very patient with you too!

and learning the choreography was actually fun because he'd joke around

"Okay Y/N, this final move is the hardest. Think you can keep up?" he asked raising a brow

"Heck yeah!"

"Okay, I'll guide you. First you raise your right hand about shoulder length" he said as he performed the move

"Alright" you followed raising your right head

"Good! Okay now you open your palm like this" he said opening his palm

"Yup!" you followed his instructions

"Okay, don't screw this part up. It's fundamental to the choreography. Bend your fingers and thumb forward" he said as his smile grew

"Alrighty!" you said bending your fingers forward

before you knew it you horanghaed

"HAHHA HORANGHAE Y/N" laughed Soonyoung as he horanghaed

it took you a second but you burst into laughter

"WOW SOONYOUNG tricking me a poor trainee into horanghae-ing. The tiger agenda has gone too far" you laughed

"Ugh Y/N, you're too cute" chuckled Soonyoung

aaaaand you felt your face get warm and felt all shy

"Anyways, this is what happens when you hang out with me for too long. Just ask my members!" laughed Soonyoung

"Although tricking people into your Tiger agenda is devious, they really are lucky to have you Soonyoung" you said with a smile

"Aw Y/N stop" blushed Soonyoung at your compliment as he looked down smiling

"It's true! Thanks to you I got the choreography down! Seriously thank you so much" you said

"I just couldn't leave a poor little trainee alone like that. But you made my night Y/N. I had fun" he admitted with a small smile

"Night?"

"Yeah, it's about three quarters past midnight" said Soonyoung matter of factly

"HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN HERE?" you wondered loudly not realizing how much time has gone by

"Shoot I don't know maybe 5-6 hours? I wasn't keeping track" chuckled Soonyoung

"Oh my gosh I'm sorry I didn't mean to keep you up this late!" you apologized

"Nah don't worry. I had fun Y/N. And I'm glad to see you happier now"

"Thanks Soonyoung"

"But you're right, it is kinda late. I know you need your rest but let me know if you ever need help dancing. Or if you just wanna hang out in general. I know you said you've been feeling lonely and I would love to spend some time with you" he rambled with sparkling eyes

"Soonyoung, I'd love that. Thank you for everything" you said enveloping him in a hug

he gently returned the hug giving you a gentle comforting squeeze

"You're welcome" he smiled as you two pulled apart.

you two planned to meet tomorrow after you presented your newfound choreography skills to your dance instructor to tell him how it went

and maybe hang out some more

but you could not be more grateful for Soonyoung

and hey, you now have your first fan!

BONUS:

"Soonyoung, where have you been all night?" asked Chan running into his bandmate in the halls as he got up to get some water

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD CHAN!!" yelled Soonyoung

"SHUSH the whole floor is asleep!" whisper yelled Chan

"CHAN I MET SOMEONE THEY'RE SO CUTE THEY'RE A TRAINEE AND- AHH" yelled Soonyoung as he felt himself blush remembering the evening you two shared

Needless to say, all of the boys heard about you through Soonyoung's very loud recounting of the day you two had

#seventeen x reader #hoshi x reader #hoshi x you #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung x reader #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen idol au #hoshi imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n

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No. 8 quote for Whumptober with FCG?

heheheeeee had some fun incorporating some meta thoughts i had about fcg after 4sd 17 into this one! i sorta combined the quote ("it's all for nothing"), the lyric ("i've got a soul but i'm not a soldier"), and one of the words (outnumbered) for the full inspo. i love me some good put that robit in situations <3

F.C.G.’s no good in a fight, not a straight one.

It’s not like he doesn’t have weapons at his disposal—he has his buzzsaw, he has his bolt thrower, he has that one spell that can smack people with divine energy in various forms, and another spell that summoned those tiny F.R.I.D.A.s one time. He has weapons. He’s just really bad at using them. It’s almost laughable, how often he misses shots that should be so easy.

They’ve never had to rely on just themself, though, there’s always been others to fight with them. Always. So their lackluster combat skills that consist mostly of flailing wildly and trying to look intimidating weren’t a continuous issue, a fatal flaw, more than they were mostly a joke.

Nobody’s here, now. F.C.G.’s been dragged off to the side of this particular skirmish, far out of sight of their friends. It’s his own fault. He was supposed to be on watch while his soul-touched friends slept, since he didn’t need as much rest. They’re all probably still asleep right now, blissfully unaware of the danger he’s in.

Because F.C.G.’s no good in a straight fight, and there are so, so many more of them than there are of him.

He, of course, has been trying to fend off his attackers himself, which is why they currently have his bolt thrower captive. He'd tried to skewer one of them with it only to have them catch it and yank him in, severing the rope that tied it to his arm with a swing of a shortsword and throwing him off balance in one fell swoop. The second they get close enough, he's sure they're gonna take the buzzsaw he has strapped to his back; he hasn't had the chance to put it on, yet, and it wouldn't do much good anyway considering how he's avoiding getting close to them as much as possible.

There are four of them, best they can see, which wouldn't be a problem if the entire group was up, but with just F.C.G., they're completely helpless. All of them seem humanoid. They're not wearing the reds of the Ruby Vanguard or the pendants of the Paragon's Call, so F.C.G. guesses that they're just bandits completely unaware of the situation at hand who saw something shiny they could grab and sell. Probably didn't expect it to fight back, which might be why he's still alive at all.

They have a spiritual weapon up, but they can't see out here, and their attackers seem to be purposefully keeping it dark. All of them must be fighters like Orym or Ashton, without access to spells, because he's not been hit with a paralyzing spell yet, and they seem to be growing tired of the fighting.

"It's all for nothing," one of them growls, swiping out at F.C.G. so quickly their spiritual weapon goes completely wide. "You're coming with us, one way or another."

Their strike lands on the metal of F.C.G.'s jaw, denting the plate significantly. Before they can move, another one plants itself squarely in the center of their chassis, and another spins their head on its socket. They reel back, surprised at the effectiveness on mithral-reinforced metal, and reassess their options.

This is bad. This is really bad.

Sending's not working. He knows that. He knows that, he does, but oh, this is so bad, and he really wants to get back to his friends, and they can't hear him from where he is, and none of his spells are doing anything helpful here anyway, so--

"Imogen! Help--some bandits came while I was on watch and they dragged me away from camp and I think I'm in some real trouble--"

The spell cuts off. F.C.G. curses themself for not giving any further instructions. They're just gonna have to hope Imogen gets the message.

They wait. The spell didn't seem to unravel when they cast it, no static or strange feedback (that's good, they might still be in range, there's still hope), but there's still a decent beat of silence. In the meantime, the closest combatant has slipped closer, and though they manage to get a good strike in with their spiritual weapon this time, the bandit yanks one of the wires stored deep within F.C.G.'s chassis and tears it out, forcing their body to go limp.

"Letters? We're on our way. Just hang in there. Fearne thinks she knows where you are. We'll be there. Promise."

Imogen's message is nice, but F.C.G. doesn't really have a choice in the matter at the moment. The stunning strike vanished his spiritual weapon. He's only barely conscious, completely functionless without that damaged wire. His captors grumble something about having to carry him.

He hopes that his friends hurry. He's no soldier. He can't hold his own.

#cr #cr3 #fcg #fresh cut grass #roll history #roll performance #charisma save #i love making up situations that somehow fuck the hells up more than canon lolll #it's a challenge but with your help we can get there #it's ok fcg gets some nice saving from the gang after this #chetney manages to fix the stunning strike and fearne gives him some heals #and fcg doesn't take watch alone again <3

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