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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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I need you tonight

Avenger! Loki x Female reader

18+ | contains alcohol, swearing, smut, a lot of orgasms 😉

“I’ve got to give it to you Stark, you sure know how to throw a party.” You congratulated, eyes running over the decadent hall littered with New York’s most elite. Usually whenever Tony was hosting a party, he’d hire a mansion; however, considering this party had fewer guests and renovations in the tower had just been completed, he opted for a home party. As soon as you got the invite, you jumped at the chance of seeing the team again, most importantly the dark haired prince. Considering you were a SHIELD agent, you rarely interacted with the team as a whole however you did know them all well individually, especially Tony hence why you were the only person from your department in attendance.

“You know me, I love parties.” He smiled in agreement, looking around the room too.

“Ooo, looking good.” Natasha chimed in, joining the conversation.

“Thanks Nat” you grinned “not so bad yourself.” You winked before a few others wandered towards the three of you.

“Woah” Bucky began, pausing as he took you in “you’ve—changed.” He finished, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Thanks?” You snorted in reply.

“In a good way” he rushed out “a really really good way.”

“Evening y/n.” Steve smiled.

“Hey Cap.” You saluted, hand falling when your gaze met someone else’s.

“Well, aren’t you just divine.” Loki smiled coyly, dipping his head slightly before lifting your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Hello Loki.” You answered, trying to hide the deep desire you felt for him at this moment. Your eyes mapped one another as the sounds of the people around you faded out until the only thing you heard was your increasing heartbeat. You felt a slight pang of smugness when his eyes lingered on your chest for a moment, this dress was perfect. You had decided on a little black dress, nothing too extravagant just a cocktail strap, cowl neck, small leg slit dress which by looking at Loki’s expensive black suit was an ideal fit. You were both matching as if you had planned this prior. When the previously drowned out sounds came into focus again, you realised how long you had been staring at Loki and wondered if you looked as desperate as you felt. You waited for a few more moments, wondering if he was going to make a move so when he didn’t, you acted. “Well, come on soldiers, let’s dance.” You announced, linking arms with Steve and Bucky, catching a glimpse of Loki from the corner of your eye with his jaw clenched.

You, Bucky and Steve ventured over to the bar before you began dancing. It was fun, the three of you together like that. Close. It was nice. The guys who had spent half the night ogling you looked away instantly when they saw you with the super soldiers. They were protective in nature without even knowing it. When the music slowed slightly, Steve got more drinks whilst you danced with Bucky. His hands found your waist as you swayed feeling someone staring daggers at you both. When you had eventually turned 180 degrees, you realised it was Loki who was watching you both with an unreadable expression. Your lips curled up into a small smirk.

“You’re totally screwing her right.” Natasha spoke making Loki visibly flinch, he was too engrossed in you to take in the rest of his surroundings.

“Screwing” Loki scoffed, barely taking his eyes off of you “I would have preferred the term copulating or even fucking and for your information we are not doing any of those things.” He assured.

“Wow, really?” Natasha almost gasped.

“Well” Loki began, a smile playing on his lips in reminiscence “there was this one time we—well—let’s just say there was a lot of kissing as well as some heavy petting but nothing else.”

“So you’re not screwing her but want to screw her?” Natasha figured.

“Why are you being so crude all of a sudden?” Loki questioned defensively.

“Noted.” Natasha smirked before walking away, Loki calling after her before falling silent as she made her way towards you.

“Scoot boys.” Natasha instructed once she made it to you.

“Hey sexy.” You grinned at her as she replaced your dance.

“Loki was checking you out.” She spoke in your ear as you both moved closer together. There were few people you confided in, especially when it related to matters of the heart but Natasha always worked things out before you told her so you always did, tell her, there was no point keeping secrets.

“Wait, what, really?” You replied, eyes widening.

“Are you blind girl? He definitely wants to fuck you.” She cheered.

“Nat! Don’t be so crude” you whisper shouted, your back to him “does he?”

“Yes.” She giggled.

“What do I do, just go up to him and say hey, wanna share my bed tonight?” You mocked “It’s not that funny.” You added, noticing Natasha’s giggle progressing onto a chuckle as she looked just past you.

“It’d be my pleasure.” Loki practically purred from behind you as you froze, eyes rounding. You were rooted in your place, embarrassed over the fact that he had heard you that you hadn’t even realised Loki had replaced Natasha in front of you.

“You weren't supposed to hear that.” You laughed nervously, completely aghast.

“Wasn’t I?” He answered with a smirk causing one to eventually replace your aghast expression as you eyed each other again. “My lips have missed yours” he simpered “my hands ache to to touch your body” he continued, placing his hands on your hips sending shivers down your spine “my body yearns for your own” he whispered, lowering his head to speak into your ear “I want you whimpering and writhing beneath me so you never have to imagine how it feels to be fucked by a god ever again.” He finished, kissing that perfect spot just underneath your ear leaving you practically melting against him, a wetness pooling between your legs.

“Let’s go.” You murmured, needing relief.

“Not yet Angel, I want you desperate for me” he snickered, quickly sparing a glance around before trailing his hand up your thigh until it was underneath your dress “wet for me.” He insisted, cupping your pussy for a moment, a moment of pure ecstasy. You whined when his hand left you, wondering whether you should tell Loki that if he just slipped his fingers past your panties he’d be able to tell you were exceedingly ready for him but there was just something daunting about telling an Asgardian prince to touch you there again in front of a room full of people. Instead, you decided to press your body against his as you danced.

You spent a while dancing together, barely breaking apart. Whenever you were facing each other, your gazes were intense, a plethora of unspoken dirty thoughts being exchanged telepathically. When you’d spin around, you’d already miss him despite feeling his hands running up your sides. Occasionally a few guests broke you apart, wanting to speak with Loki who confidently greeted them as if he wasn’t sporting a semi after being pressed to you all night. Once they left, you took your rightful position against him; obviously he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“I can’t take it anymore Loki, you’re killing me.” You mithered. “Come on, I know you want me just as bad.” You smiled mischievously, spinning around, grinding your ass against his now obvious boner. His hands rested against your hips, grip tightening as a groan escaped him. “Whisk me away to your room Loki.” You finished knowing your fate was sealed.

Time moved seemingly quicker as you and Loki made your escape with rushed goodbyes. Once you reached the elevator, your hands barely left one another as you kissed passionately, your back against one of the metallic walls. Loki lifted you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, breaking the kiss when the elevator doors opened. Your breaths were labored as Loki carried you to his room.

“Go on then sweetie, open it.” He prompted when you reached the door. You pushed it open, Loki entering before placing you down, lips finding yours again. The door slammed closed as you hit it with your back, Loki pinning you against it. His tongue pushed past yours, claiming your mouth as his hand cupped your breast. When you needed to break for air, Loki’s lips traveled across your neck, nipping and sucking before he kissed his way down the valley of your breasts. He unclothed one, bringing the hardened nipple to his mouth before circling it with his tongue leaving your back arching off of the door. You barely had time to steady yourself before Loki was moving lower, kneeling on the ground. His hands were underneath your dress, tugging your panties down before he tapped the back of your left leg, prompting you to step out of them. You did, balancing with a hand on Loki’s shoulder. Once they were discarded, Loki littered kisses over your thighs, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder revealing your slick folds to him. He looked up at you, eyes dreamily looking into yours in a thankful expression as if you were the god with a loyal votery kneeling before you. Loki, this new found disciple waited for your small nod before his head disappeared underneath your dress as he flattened his tongue against your cunt. You moaned as he licked a firm stripe from your entrance to your clit, leaving no time before he did it again. His tongue explored your centre promptly leaving no place untouched. You heard him groaning against you, felt him groaning against you as his lips wrapped around your clit. He sucked, slowly, gently as you tried to keep yourself standing. He moved his head side to side, flicking your clit with his tongue as your panting turned to moans.

“Loki I’m so closee, fuck, don’t stopp.” You urged, grinding your hips against his face. He didn’t stop, sucking your cunt ardently until you came, coating his face in your arousal as he slowed his pace to light licks, prolonging your orgasm until you were too overstimulated for him to continue. You pushed his shoulder, Loki understanding that you wanted him to stop. He moved from underneath your dress, licking his lips before standing up again, kissing you. His firm cock, stiff against his trousers, prodded you as you deepened the kiss, tasting yourself on him before pulling apart. “I need you to fuck me.” You spoke, less of a request, more of an order. Loki, loyal devotee, reached behind you, unzipping your dress. You took this as an opportunity to rid him of his clothes too, starting with his trousers.

You made your way onto his bed once you were both bare. You felt his cock sliding through your slick folds, your walls eager to accommodate him. His tip was nudging at your entrance, begging to fill you but Loki was too preoccupied with kissing you. He loved kissing you. Deciding to take initiative, you reached between you, wrapping your hand around his length before guiding him inside, both of you moaning as he entered.

“Fuckk.” He hissed as he bottomed out. It took mere moments for you to get used to his size before you were begging him to move. Slowly at first, he moved, pulling out completely before slipping inside again. The sound of him fucking you was salacious, wet. It reverberated around the room, the sound of your combined pleasure. Eventually you rolled over, positioning yourself on top of Loki as he guided your movements with his hands on your hips. You barely broke eye contact, Loki occasionally glancing down as he watched himself disappear inside of you. “Do that thing you like, when you rut against me.” He gritted out. You remembered the time you and Loki were making out, you were both fully clothed as you straddled him, rutting against his stiffening cock. Your movements changed from a bounce to a grind as your eyes closed tightly in rapture, your clit moving against his pelvis. “You’re so wet baby” Loki cooed, using his thumb to draw circles over your clit “perfect pussy, you feel perfect” he praised, tapping it “I want to kiss her” he spoke, holding his thumb against the bundle of nerves as you moaned, looking down at him “want me to kiss her, hmm? Want me to suck your pussy again?”

“Fuckk, Loki I’m gonna cum.” You warned between moans as his words penetrated your ears.

“It’s okay baby, you can cum, cum for me, cum for your god.” He prompted, his words sending you reeling as your walls clamped down around him, body stiffening as you came.

“Oh god.” You mewled.

“Not a god, your god.” He nodded, another wave of pleasure consuming you as he held you down against him before fucking up into you.

“Ughhh my god my—g—oh fuckkk.” You cried, another orgasm hitting you as Loki continued pounding you, your overstimulated walls thrumming around him. The room was engulfed by your shrill moans as Loki sought his own climax. “Ohhh fuckkk Lokii.”

“Give me another one, I know you can Angel, cum for me again.”

There were tears welling in your eyes as Loki rubbed fast circles over your clit.

“Come on, I can feel it, you’re close.” He grinned.

“Lokii—I—fuckk.” You screamed.

“That’s it, just like that, let go my goddess.” He encouraged, reaching his peak too as you both came. Exhausted, you collapsed against him as you rode out your highs, Loki’s arms wrapping around your back before he started stroking it. You both fell asleep like that, completely naked, Loki softening inside of you.

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blue-jisungs · 3 months

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RADIO SILENCE ,, chap 08 — after all this time

synopsis. hwang y/n and park sunghoon do not like each other. end of story. god knows why (well actually, niki is the only one who knows why). but when they’re put as co-hosts on a radio show, they’re bound to bond.

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sunghoon was fiddling with his fingers, zoned out, eyes focused on you. his heart was beating unnaturally fast and he quite certainly didn’t like that.

you were talking to producer choi who was the host today hence you had a comeback. and you were truly glowing.

“so, y/n, what’s your favourite track on the album?” he asked. you let out a cute giggle and glanced at sunghoon, who was suspiciously quiet.

“‘radio silence’, definitely. although i cannot say, i do like the song that featured hwang minhyun” you grinned.

“oh right! you got a collab finally, didn’t you? how did it go?” producer choi asked, also noticing sunghoon’s weird state.

“yeah! it was truly something… in one word? chaotic. i think if we were to sing it live… no idea if it would work out” you scoffed and nudged sunghoon “what about you? which song do you like the most from my album?”

“ah… ‘radio silence’ as well” he said shyly and your smile dropped slightly. sunghoon nodded politely, scratching his neck “it’s really emotional, i like it”

“i like the title song though. it’s so catchy and refreshing! are you going to be back in vogue?” producer choi chimed in upon seeing how you looked at sunghoon.

“ah… maybe? who knows? we’ll see!” you shrugged and wiggled your brows.

“is there anything you want to add before we play something?” producer choi asked. sunghoon suddenly took a deep breath and forced a smile.

“well… thank you so much. my fans, my friends. for believing in me and being there for me. love you!” you waved and sunghoon tapped the desk, looking at the music program. your song was next but he still has too–

you watched him suddenly surge out of the room.

“oh” you laughed “but um, continuing: i want you to have fun with this comeback, just feel the songs and vibe…”

sunghoon came back with a huge flower bouquet, sending you a warm smile. the mic couldn’t pick up what he was about to say yet, so producer choi took over.

“you’re our host now so we wanted to congratulate you as well!” he said, clapping his hands. you stood up, hands flying to your mouth.

“oh wow… thank you so much! those are…” your voice died in your throat as sunghoon approached you. those were your favourite flowers. not many people knew that– “… beautiful. oh. i’m so flattered!”

sunghoon smiled and handed you the flowers, bowing. you bowed too and then faced producer choi and bowed again. sitting down with the flowers in your hand, you felt sunghoon’s gaze lingering on you.

“welp, i guess our listeners are dying to hear my voice again. which they will in a second” you grinned and looked at your co-host “we were y/n…”

“…hoon!” he finished, a playful sparkle in his eye. then you heard your song begging to play in the headphones, the sign live going off.

“good job! and y/n, seriously, congratulations!” he smiled and stood up. he left the room, causing you and sunghoon to be left alone.

sunghoon suddenly leaned closer.

“we need to talk”

your eyes widened, throat going dry.

“oh… okay, sure” you smiled softly, standing up. waving to the camera, you left. sunghoon led you to some random room, probably a janitor storage room. clearing his throat, he switched the light on and closed the door “what is it about?”

“i…” he took a deep sigh. his brown irises were running around nervously, eyes barely landing on you. fiddling with his fingers, he swayed on his feet slowly “i feel like… we need to sort some things out”

you listened, leaning against the desk. luckily the room wasn’t too small, though it was full of brooms and other stuff to keep the building clean.

“i’m sorry for what’ve done”

your eyes snapped up at him, a sudden bitter taste of painful memories making your mouth dry.

“you’re a fast one, aren’t you…” you mumbled sarcastically, crossing your arms on your chest. even though it felt like someone dropped an anvil on it.

“listen… i’m dumb. and a bit arrogant, which you should know by now. and i’m a man so…” he cracked a joke, scanning your reaction. relief washed over him once he noticed the corner of your lip rise in a tiny smirk. your eyes, however, were speaking louder than words; he saw anticipation but also sadness… anxiety. “i wish i could take back time, take back those words and my selfish actions. i was the reason why you were put on a hiatus and–“

“no shit” you grumbled “it’s not even about that, sunghoon. they found out about our relationship and told us either to announce it, which we weren’t ready for or told us that one of us needs to be put on a hiatus. when we proposed that we’d go both, they chose me. this is what fucking hurts. a man always has it better in this industry. and you… you didn’t even stand up for me. you left me there, alone. i was at my lowest and it took you… what, a year? to apologise? to reach out?”

your voice was starting to get a bit louder but not yelling. quite the contrary, you sounded stern and composed yet your eyes were flaring with anger.

“i suffered alone. i couldn’t contact my friends for over three months due to the legal issues. i don’t know what you have told riki but he stopped talking to me, and you know how much i love that kid. all of this right when i was to have a comeback. it was all delayed because… because we were dating and it’s just so fucking frustrating!” you finally snapped, or so he thought, saying loudly the three last words and punctuated it with three steps forward to him. “you broke my heart”

“i know. i know and i’m so, so sorry i’m coming to you just now. it’s dumb but… i listened to ‘radio silence’ and it opened my eyes. i’m so sorry” sunghoon breathed out, afraid that his voice will break. his eyes watered and he quickly wiped them with his sleeve.

you froze. he’s crying. and he… he got the message.

“i think i’m still in love with you” sunghoon whispered and it was too much for him. he felt horrible, both for realising too late and for putting you in this situation in the first place. for leaving you alone, not being there when you were in such a bad state… for…

the boy started crying, trying to muffle his harsh sobs. you stood there, frozen, watching him. sunghoon panically began to wipe the pearly tears that wouldn’t stop falling, his chest moving up and down irregularly.

you let out a shaky breath. then took a deep sigh. sunghoon still loved you. after all this time.

even though your mind was racing with thoughts and somehow anger, you stepped closer to him and hugged him. wrapping his trembling body in your arms, letting him cry it out. sunghoon hugged you back, finding comfort in your embrace. like he used to.

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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yk that video of ruben yelling and cursing to another Portuguese player?? where he looks all angry and hot. .. hmm yeah angry sex with ruben .. after u make him jealous .. or after a fight or ... idk there's something about angry sex and ruben that just... yeah - lewis anon

you know I had to come through with daddy ruben <3

Dinner with his friends was a monthly thing, the boys rotating from house to house and this month was Ruben’s turn to host. Hence why you were in the kitchen with his friend, Jorden.

You smacked his arm playfully, laughing at what he said and Ruben had seen it happen, rolling his eyes as he walked in to get something from the fridge.

Ruben being Ruben, took the situation completely out of context and was stewing all dinner. He barely spoke and when he did, it wasn’t to you. You weren’t sure what caused his sudden change in mood but you didn’t like it.

If he wanted to be all grumpy and brooding, he could have at least waited for his guests to leave. It’s rude.

Finally, it's the two of you, alone. You turn to him when he walks into the kitchen with the last of the dishes. “Okay,” your arms folded over your chest. “Spit it out.”

“What?” He asks harshly.

“Why are you being an asshole? What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” He says, setting the dishes in the sink. “Ruben, don’t be like that.” You grab his arm, forcing him to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

“I hate when you flirt with my friends.”

You let go of his arm. “What?” You laughed, “I didn’t flirt with your friends.”

“You and Jorden? You spoke to him all dinner.” Ruben rolls his eyes. You cannot believe the audacity of him; men huh.

“Are you serious? You didn’t speak to me all dinner! You had a stick up your ass the whole time!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me,” he tells you, the tone sending a shiver up your spine, and the good kind too.

“Then don’t be a fucking asshole!” You practically shouted at him.

Ruben wasn’t having it with your attitude, pulling you to him. The man pins you against the counter, his lips find yours as his hand cups your jaw. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, Ruben’s hands wandering across your body, tugging on the dress you had on.

He lifts you onto the counter, your legs on either side of him as he steps between them. Rubbing up your thigh with one hand, the other pulls you by your chin to look at him.

“Are you going to behave?” He asks and you shrug, “do I ever?”

He rolls his eyes, grumbling. “You're a pain in the ass.”

“Are you sure it’s not the stick up there?”

He pulls you toward the edge of the counter a little more before he pushes into you. One ankle is over his shoulder and the other hooked around his hip.

He fucks you the way he knows you’d like it; rough.

And once again, you were a sight to see; back arched off the counter, eyes closed and your head tilted back, his name tumbling from your lips for what felt like the millionth time.

Ruben’s has never seen a prettiest sight.

He feels you clench around him, the hand on his shoulder digs in, your nails leaving behind their own set of marks. His hand reaches between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit once again. “Oh my god,” your hips bucked, his fingers matching the pace of his hips, your body rocking back and forth to get the most out of him.

He watches as your eyes flutter shut and he reaches you with his other hand, holding your jaw and pulling you up a little, your elbows holding up the weight of your body.

“Look at me when you cum.”

You’re forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, focusing on Ruben. A few more sloppy thrusts and between that and his fingers, you’re over the edge.

He kisses you, muffling the noise you were making. “Shocking that you behaved for once.”

“Don’t count on it happening again,” you huffed.

#idk if ruben has a friend named Jorden lmao I made it up go with it #ruben dias #ruben dias smut #ruben dias x reader #lewis anon <3

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bastigod · 10 months

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sunaosa // royalty au // 1k

Ever since Atsumu was officially declared crown prince of Inarizaki, Prince Osamu had enjoyed his quiet freedom at the royal family’s winter home in the countryside. There were no monarch parents, no stuffy politicians, no strict governesses bothering him, just him, his cat, and the house staff.

When he first moved to the winter home, the staff had expected him to be just as uptight as the rest of the royal family but they swiftly learned he couldn’t be fucking bothered with the formalities. They welcomed him as a friend and companion, relieved that he wasn’t another overly dependent bratty noble. It was common to find the prince plucking vegetables from the house gardens, riding bicycles with the young stablehands, and joining the kitchen staff around dinner time.

However, his peace was disturbed by the arrival of foreign dignitaries from a kingdom to the east. The queen was hosting a grand ball at the end of the month in the capital and had offered Miya Hall and its empty rooms as the perfect place for King Rinsuke, his two grandchildren, and their small army of relatives, ambassadors, and nobles to stay until then.

If Osamu had to say ‘It’s lovely to meet ya, enjoy yer stay at Miya Hall’ to one more visiting dignitary he was going to explode.

He finally managed to dodge a long drawn out story from the Baron of Blahblahblah by feigning a sudden illness and escaped up the staircase. While his staff knew he hated all this foolishness, even they couldn’t protect him from this. He needed to hide somewhere no one would think to look.

Osamu exhaled a soft sigh as he closed the library door behind him. This was more of his mother’s domain when she visited, with himself only flipping through the cooking books and not much more. He was about to let his shoulders relax when he heard a small yawn.

Who in the world would be in here while there were festivities below?

He grabbed the heaviest-looking book from a nearby shelf before creeping towards the sound. When Osamu rounded the corner, he discovered a young man sitting on the hardwood floor — his long legs awkwardly scrunched between the wall and a bookcase. He had a novel propped up against a knee and held a porcelain plate of pilfered pumpkin bread slices. Beside him was a small pack filled with more books and a pair of kicked off shiny leather loafers.

A random young man squeezed into Osamu’s library was an extremely uncommon occurrence, to say the least. However, what was the truly rare, incredible, and mind-blowing part of the entire thing was the fact that Crouton, the most ornery tabby in the entire kingdom, was curled up in the man’s lap and softly purring.

When Osamu set his heavy book down on a table, the young man looked up at him with an expectant expression — waiting for something, anything to come out of Osamu’s mouth. But he was speechless. Crouton hated everyone except Osamu and half the staff had the scars to prove it.

“What?” The young man grinned up at him, green eyes crinkling with mirth. “No ‘Guards! Guards! There’s a devilishly handsome biblioklept in my library!’? I’m terribly disappointed.”

“What… what the hell is a biblioklept?”

The young man turned a page in his book before responding, “Don’t spend much time in here, do you, Prince Osamu?”

“Asshole,” Osamu murmured under his breath. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are ya here?”

“I always have some half-hearted hope that if all the nobles downstairs don’t see me, they’ll forget I exist. Like collective short-term amnesia.” He exhaled a wistful sigh. “What a lovely fantasy that would be. No one to introduce me incorrectly.”

Something inside Osamu willed him to join the young man on the floor. Crouton’s ears flicked when she saw her favorite human, offering a tiny meow before closing her eyes again. He fiddled with his jacket before speaking, “I’m a bit tired of havin’ people introduce themselves to me — hence why I am also hidin’ in the library — but I s’pose I can make one more exception.”

A grin and an outstretched hand. “Prince Rintarou. First in line for the throne, noted societal degenerate.” Osamu shook his hand, though it seemed odd. He was always told that King Rinsuke had two granddaughters, but maybe he’d heard wrong. “And, erm, cat magnet?”

“Ya should consider yerself blessed by the cat gods,” Osamu said, a smile crossing his lips as he watched Rintarou pet between her ears. “She hates everyone.”

“Sweet little ratcatcher,” Rintarou murmured as she purred. “We’re like three peas in a pod, aren’t we? Just want to be left alone.”

He was right. A pair of princes who wanted nothing more than to escape the confines of their station. He was annoyed when he learned he’d have to play host to all of these foreign dignitaries, but maybe the silver lining was he’d have someone to commiserate with.

“Yer highness? Are ya in here?” Osamu’s eyes went wide as footsteps echoed through the hall outside the library door and the knob rattled. Osamu found himself grabbed by the embroidered collar of his jacket and yanked behind the cover of the bookcase by Rintarou. Crouton yowled and dashed away. “Oh, it was just that blasted cat.”

When the door closed once more, Osamu exhaled a relieved sigh and faced Rintarou. “That was close.”

“Yeah,” Rintarou mumbled, green eyes wide. A faint pink blush had bloomed on his cheeks. “So, erm, Prince Osamu.”

“Yes?” Osamu flicked a bit of cat hair off his jacket.

“You planning on getting off me, or am I gonna have to pet between your ears, too?” Rintarou gestured at their position, himself still folded up like a human pretzel with Osamu sitting atop his lap. Osamu froze — utterly mortified — before Rintarou started laughing. Bold, bright, and contagious.

Osamu couldn’t help but look forward to the trouble he and Rintarou would get into while the prince stayed with him.

This would be fun.

Little writing challenge from twitter. My task was to write a ficlet with the words crouton, biblioklept, pumpkin, amnesia, dependent, and bikes in it. (I cheated and used bicycles instead. Shh.)

#haikyuu #sunaosa #osasuna #hq #miya osamu #suna rintarou #fic #basti fic

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sea-moon-star · 10 months

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Bangtan Village: Pregnancy Series || Maknae Line: 1

1: Deciding to have a baby

Pairing: BTS maknae line x f!reader, jimin x dancer!oc, taehyung x psychologist!oc, jungkook x idol!oc

Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, husband!BTS, dad!BTS

WC: 3.5k words (1k ish each)

Summary: The part of Bangtan’s life where they’re all living next to each other in a privately owned township that’s just outside Seoul, it’s close enough for them to get to their social & work lives but far enough to provide them with privacy as they’ve become global legends after the end of their most successful re-union, comeback and world tour in 2025-26. While they continue working simultaneously on solo and group endeavors, they take it slow to focus on their personal life, especially with their growing families taking precedence. As of now, all 7 members are married, with Hoseok & Jimin already having kids of their own. But they’re nowhere close to done, the number of tiny humans in this village is yet to increase!

A/N: The one where all my ocs are named after flowers hence the header! Hyung line to follow soon, more parts too. Spot the cameo by Astro's Eunwoo & 97 liners. Ready, set & begin 🌷🌺🌹🌻🌼💐🌸

Jeon Jungkook x Lee Hae-rin🌷:

Jungkook and his wife had already had a baby conversation before they were married, one where they’d both decided they were more than happy being pet parents- Jungkookie with his dog named Bam and Hae-rin with her cat named Haru. Although they were opposites called Night & Day, the Doberman had learnt to get along with house cat since they had been introduced back when she was a kitten. And this gave them the chance to have company at home while the other was busy with their career, their schedules often clashing as two idols at the peak of their stardom. Though Jungkook had the security of having a group and hence, could take more time off, unlike Hae-rin for whom being a solo artist meant she had no stand by to rely on. And yet by some miracle, today they had both taken time off work to attend a dear friend’s baby shower.

Fellow 97’ liner, Eun-woo, the host of the event had taken a moment away to greet Jungkook while Hae-rin congratulated his wife. “Are you sure, you can’t stay for longer? It’s so rare that we get to see the both of you together and spend time. Once the baby comes, it’ll be much harder, why don’t you stay, Jungkook-ah?” Eunwoo tried to persuade Jungkook but he just shrugged his shoulders with a defeated sigh & replied back, “You know I’m really happy for the both of you, right? I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to… I just need to go…” “But why, Jungkook-ah? You’re always the most excited one at all our baby showers, be it for Mingyu, Jaehyun, Bambam, so what’s wrong today? I can see it on your face that something is really bothering you. Tell me, friend. You know I’m here for you…” Eunwoo reassured Jungkook, a hand on his shoulder as his friend broke down at his touch & replied, I won’t lie to you, it just hurts too much to be here. And that’s why I need to go… I can’t see any more of these baby showers, knowing that I’ll never host one of them myself. And it’s worse today because she’s here and I’m scared she’ll see through me, that I’ll ruin this for both of us because I’m the selfish one that wants kids when we decided we wouldn’t have any.”

“You made that decision years ago, why don’t you speak to her once again? She’s so good with the kids, whether the 97’ liners or Bangtans, maybe she’s changed her mind?” Eunwoo offered hopefully but Jungkook pursed his lips as he said, “It’s not that she doesn’t like kids, we both do. But it’s one thing for us to enjoy with our nieces and nephews, it’s another to actually have children. And for all the women around us, it was easier for them to have children, it’s different for her. They aren’t celebrities in their own right, they have ordinary lives and jobs that allow them to do both side by side. And your wife, even though she’s from the industry- she’s an actress who’s allowed to take a maternity break and get back. The roles might be different but the fame remains untouched, the success does too. But it’s not the same for an idol, our careers are short spanned as it is and this is akin to self-sabotage. Stamina, reputation, fan following, everything takes a hit and I couldn’t do that to her, not while BTS continues to thrive. I can’t pull the plug on her career, that’s the most self-serving and sexist thing I’ll ever do and I refuse to be that man.”

“And what about husbands that hide things from their partner and mislead them? That doesn’t make you a misogynist, Nampyeon?” A voice said from behind and Jungkook almost dropped the glass he was holding in his hand, as he saw his wife standing there, having heard their conversation. Eunwoo slipped away, after a quick pat on Jungkook’s back, wishing him luck as he gave the couple privacy to discuss what had just gone down.

“Who were you to decide what I should do? Whether I choose my career or my family life, it’s my choice to make. Not yours! Why have you never once told me this? I thought you genuinely didn’t want kids, so I never brought it up. Sure, I’m indifferent about being a mom, I wouldn’t mind either ways. But I’m not indifferent to you! If this is part of your dream, then why would you just let it go? You’ve let me put my dreams first, since day one. You welcomed me into Hybe as my sunbae, you recommended my debut song to armys and catapulted me to success, you stood by and watched as I ranked #1, won awards and went on world tours, you even pushed our marriage so it wouldn’t affect my prime. And you think I wouldn’t want to do the same for you? Give me the chance to do for you, what you did for me, love. Please?” She implored him to listen as he asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret it, it’s not just your career, it’s your body, things won’t be the same again… you’re doing the heavy lifting, it’s not me…” “You think I’d ever regret creating something that’s a sign of our love? To bring a child that’s part you into the world, that’s the easiest idea to get on board with. How could I ever not love someone who is a mini you?” She said with a wide smile on her face as she gazed into his eyes, and he broke into a grin, “You make a good point but truth be told, I’ll be rooting for our child to be a reflection of you.”🌷

Kim Taehyung x Ahn Nari🌺:

There was no deciding about when to have a kid, with Taehyung and his wife. She’d been writing a baby diary filled with poetry, letters, life lessons & more since she was 18, he’d been craving wanting to be a dad ever since he’d grown up raising his younger siblings. With them, they’d just left it up to faith, they just wanted to be pregnant, they’d be preparing all their lives and the when didn’t matter. Everything had been blissful after their marriage, until the day when Taehyung came home to find his wife curled up on the sofa, crying her eyes out. He rushed to her side, his heart constricting in his chest as he felt her heaving sobs and tried to contain her grief in his arms. He wasn’t sure of what to do to help her feel better, being a therapist- comforting others & helping them through their emotions was more her department than his. In fact he couldn’t remember the number of times, she’d motivated, validated & held space for him.

Still, he knew what words couldn’t say, his actions would so he hugged her tighter as he whispered, “Yeobo, what’s wrong? I’m here, whatever it is. It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Just please, look at me…”. Despite his pleas, she couldn’t meet his eyes, her gaze trained at the piece of paper on the coffee table of him. It was stained with her tears but he picked it up, he saw it was a medical report from a local fertility clinic. It had been barely a year into their marriage but they knew something was amiss when they still couldn’t get a positive test. Though his way of coping had been to deny it all along and bury himself into work, clearly she’d had enough and decided to go looking for answers.

“They… they said… I would never… be.. a mot…” She tried to whisper but he cut her off, “No, don’t say that. They’re lying, they’re just being insensitive and stupid. You will be a mother, I promise. They don’t know shit, they’re just a small suburban clinic, I’ll take you to the best doctors, to the biggest super specialty clinics, adoption centers, we can go abroad, whatever it takes okay? We can do whatever we want, the options are endless.” She shook her head and stepped back from his embrace, the fury and hurt painting her expression as she cried out, “It’s hard enough to adopt ONE child, you always wanted our kids to have siblings, you wanted 5 children!? And we wanted a child before we were even married, how long are we going to wait? Do you know how long medical procedures take? It could be YEARS because we even have a child, are you really going to be able to wait that long? Can I? I wanted to be young, I’ve seen what happens when there’s a huge generational gap between kids and their parents, I never wanted this… it’s the one thing we’ve always pined for… and I’m going to break that dream for both of us.”

He cupped her face in her palms, forcing her to make eye contact with him, “Y/N! Stop. I won’t allow this. As long as you and I are together, the dream is alive. We’ve made the impossible come true before, we can do it again. You were a preemie kid who wasn’t going to survive but you did! Bangtan defied the odds with our success. We’re fighters, we don’t give up, okay? We’ll find a way, we always do, love. Why wait? I’ll make an appointment tomorrow and this time, no doing it alone, I’m coming with you. I’ll take the tests, I’ll be there for your follow ups, whatever it takes, we’re in this together. What do I always say, huh?” “Teamwork… makes the dream work.” She replied gingerly, her voice getting stronger with every syllable as he gave her a kiss on the forehead and felt the tension exit her body with his gesture. 🌺

Park Jimin x Song Jang-mi🌹:

Park Jimin was the only Bangtan member to already have 2 kids, his childhood sweetheart turned wife from his dance school had given him two daughters. It was obvious to anyone that he loved them more than life itself- that’s why their names were Ae-Cha, which meant loving daughter and Mi-Cha, which meant beautiful daughter. He had the biggest smile on his face when he came home from work to watch both his daughters, aged 5 & 3- sit together at the dining table playing, having a fake tea party with their dolls. They were so engrossed with the pretend play that they didn’t even notice that their dad had come back home. But even though part of him wanted to swoop them up into his arms, he held himself back, watching in admiration while leaning against the door frame of the living room.

He was joined by his wife who slipped her hand, across his waist and leaned closer & whispered, “Can you believe we actually made it past the terrible twos & threes? I can’t believe they’re our girls? That the same kids who once turned the house upside down are now both sitting quietly, the house is clean, I actually had time to have a cuppa without being interrupted, it’s surreal!” “Yes, that’s why I dare not disturb them. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, they’re really grown up, huh? Where did the time go? It feels like yesterday that we got married & here we are already… At this rate, they’ll be in college soon & I’ll have to walk them down the aisle!?” He said incredulously, while she responded, “You’re forgetting the hormone crazy teenage phase, where they’ll hate everything we say & do, rebel & go out at night, you’re gonna have to give them a talk about safe sex, & not murder any boy they decide to bring home. I’d pay good money to see that!” She chuckled as he glared at her, as she relunctantly stifled her laughter.

“Stop it, you mean woman! I’m not even slightly ready to go there, not even in my mind. And you might hit me for saying this but… I actually miss the chaos? I miss tripping over legos, wearing mis-matched shoes, having spit-up on my clothes, knowing that they’re tiny enough to be safe in their cribs or even better, inside you.” He sighed & told her as she agreed, “Yeah, you’re right, I actually miss the time, it felt like everything was slower when they’re not born yet, almost like you can control how fast they grow up. 9 months of time, where it’s just us & nothing & no one can get in the way of that.” “If you didn’t hit me then, you’re definitely going to hit me now but I’ll take my chances… would you, consider doing it all again? Having one more kid? I don’t think I’m ready to let go of them being babies just yet.” He softly muttered as her eyes widened in surprise at the proposition. “I’m not going to hit you, trust me. In fact, I think you’re right. That must be why I haven’t been able to part with any of their baby supplies, I’ve held onto them- they’re still in the attic, you know? Even though I was supposed to give it away to charity ages ago. As much as I want to jump right into this, are you certain we can do it? 3 kids is a lot. What if we bite off more than we can chew?” She asked, a hint of anxiety in her tone as he pulled her closer to him & said firmly, “We’re a power couple, we’ve always been. With you, nothing is too much trouble. I have full faith in us, jagiya.” 🌹

To Be Continued... 🌊🌙⭐️

#bts pregnancy #bts dad au #bts maknae line #bangtan #bts #bts series #astro eunwoo #bts x reader #taehyung #jimin #jungkook #festa 2023

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ao3wasntenough · 7 days

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Anon again lmao. Thankyou so much for all the recommendations and I’ll definitely be checking them out. Oo I agree that mini bot Sam has a lot of potential. I love the idea of minicons not being that common anymore from the war and I saw this piece of lore somewhere on tumblr about how minicons had a fear of being trampled or not treated so well hence why they view bigger bots as clumsy and reckless. I look forward to seeing what more you add to your au. :DD Sam fr could be such a pest and it would be interesting to see what alt mode he could have as in RID (which I somewhat despise) we see minicons such as Fixit, Slipstream and Jetstorm. Of course there’s others but they seem to have a range of useful alt modes to bigger bots e.g. weapons, extra armour plating. So it be interesting to see how Sam’s new status would be taken with the bots and how the relationships would be. Especially if Sam have to choose a host or a bot to be close to. Somewhat like cassette bots bonds. I love the aspect they need this connection to keep their spark stable.

Oop sorry for the spam. I like to chatter too much. 😆 totally not stalking ya blog.

Sam realising his a bot ＿|￣|○

Sam being told minibots can transform and be helpful partners to larger bots ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Sam when he realises he still doesn’t know how to transformer or even if he has a helpful alt form and the autobots are just as awkward and walking on eggshells about having a minibot around for the first time in forever (c" ತ_ತ)

I think that’s why I thought Prowl would be an interesting choice with Sam cause from what I’ve learned about his character he’d probably get over the precautionary factor around Sams situation the quickest without to much thought and start incorporating Sam into routines around the base.

Maybe Prowl picks up how Sam can move amongst larger Bots without them perceiving him and Sam’s natural trouble magnet to have him fetch and find out who’s doing shit their not supposed to. Or using Sams human nature in feeling peoples and bots changes in mood or behaviours to aid in handling human to bot communication or complaints.

Also having the bot most at risk of being physically taken hostage or captive by his side means he doesn’t have pankicked autobots running around trying to find Sam thinking he’s missing.

And while Prowl fully believes he’s not Sams larger bot partner everyone thinks that’s how their acting. Envy it just a little bit to but other bots even Bee and Optimus get a bit lost in how to handle their former human friend now bot

Though if I had to think of another bot I could see minibot Sam working well with would be Jazz, both deceptively good at disarming Bots and humans with their behaviours while noting personal details and information to use later. And Jazz’s relaxed approach while believably acting like everything under control comforting to Sam’s anxiousness. Little intel hunters that make Prowl alarmed at how much they know

I am so stuck on alt forms for Sam 😅 the funniest idea I had was a high tech Bat, something bots would be like wtf at seeing another bot wield still they hoods are smashed in while also being familiar to Sam as a human

And don’t feel bad or nervous about spamming or rambling!! It’s actually so enjoyable to have people talk or ask questions at length for something I can talk with!! I get like huge imposter syndrome over wether I have valid ideas or takes so feedback or interpretation off something I’ve created or said is like crack to me

#transformers #transformers bayverse #cybertronian sam #bot!sam #transformer minicon #prowl #jazz

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welcome-to-amity-park · 1 year

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Our First Broadcast

The shadows are long, the dead still speak, and we are all exactly where we want to be.

Welcome to Amity Park

Poltergeist: Hello listeners. We are your hosts; Poltergeist, Revenant, and Spook. Welcome to our new show, where we will tell you all about Amity, ghosts, and all the things that go bump in the night. I am Poltergeist.

Revenant: The name is Revenant. Amity is a nice place to live, whether you're living or dead. All nice places have their shadows though. Tonight's shadows will be darker than average across three random blocks. We do not know which ones, or why they do this. But it is normal, and nothing to be wary of. If anything, learn to embrace them instead.

Spook: I'm Spook. There's not a lot we have to go over today, with it being our very first show. However, to the ghost supplying teenagers with small ectoplasm samples, stop that. Teenagers do dumb stuff, we do not need radioactive material.

P: Word on the street that a new cult is forming.

R: Ooooh, what's this one worshiping? I'm rather fond of the Dark Abyssners myself.

P: Still deciding on a name, but apparently it's one for the moon and cemetery dirt.

S: The….the dirt?

P: The dirt. Specifically from cemeteries.

R: And yet, still better than Phantom's cult.

P: Oh, much better than Phantom's cult.

S: Speaking of cults, a petition has started going around to classify ghostly summonings as criminal harassment. With the recent uptick in cultist behaviors, comes recent attempts to summon and bind ghosts to do their bidding. However, ghosts do not appreciate this. Most would like to be left alone. So far no serious incidents have occurred due to ghost summonings. In fact, most tend to fail, because most cultists are illiterate in whatever language they decide to pull off of google translate.

R: Has anyone tried summonings in their native language? I feel like they'd have a better chance.

P: Ghosts do not want the cultists to have a better chance. Hence the petition.

S: Exactly. The criminal harassment charge will cover all intended, successful summonings of ghosts, ghouls, specters, spooks, shades, poltergeists, and wisps. Demonic entities, eldritch beings, and wish based specters have proposed an exception system for themselves, meaning that the ones who do wish to be summoned, will basically get a license that states their name is free to use.

R: And where can you sign this petition?

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R: Excellent.

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S & R: Technus?!?!

S: Technus was our very first sponsor?!??! Are you out of your mind?!?!?!?

P: He offered to spread the first broadcast over the radio waves in return for his own plug. Honestly, it was a pretty good deal.

R: I am going to throttle you.

P: And now for the weather!!!!

P: Thank you @lance-thunder-reporting-live for providing the daily weather reports.

S: …..I am so disappointed, on so many levels.

P: Well, today's broadcast is coming to a close. We know people will have questions, so we have devised a way for you to connect with us. First, find a leaf that has fallen from a tree, and write your questions on it. Do not write your true name, just in case these are intercepted by outside forces. You do not want them to have your name. Use any tree leaf, writing utensil, or ink you want. I find sharpies work wonderfully, while Spook is fond of glitter pens, and Revenant uses a squeeze tube and fake blood. Once your questions have been written, blow it a kiss, burn the leaf, and scatter the ashes in the wind. Your questions will eventually make their way to us.

R: We hope you stay with us listeners. If you wish to hear more, don't worry. Those who want to listen will find us in the night. Those who need to hear us, will never have to fear. And those who wish us harm through our broadcast….ğøœɗ lųçƙ.

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Goodnight Amity Park….

Goodnight

#broadcast #weather #cults #amity park #poltergeist #revenant #spook #unreality #welcome to amity park #technus #thank you sponsors #shadows #petitions

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tpwkwriter · 1 year

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Sore loser

Day 2 of my 12 days of Christmas concept ⛸️

No warnings! Soft and domestic.

Hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

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The last of the bags had been unpacked and set down, for the run up to Christmas the couple agreed to stay for 3 days up in y/n’s hometown and would stay over at her parents for the time being.

Y/n’s Family practically saw Harry as family, the approval couldn’t have been better.

Tonight was family ‘game night’ as they called and the couple were more then excited to be apart of it. H was most definitely the most competitive out of the two any team games or trivia were always a blast. But on the other hand y/n liked the feeling of the closeness and the shared laughs between everyone. Hence why Christmas was undoubtedly the best holiday

“Ryan buddy, you should be on uncle Harry’s team” Harry said to the just under three year old who sat beside him. “Uh uh Ryan come be with your auntie Y/n” she said making grabby hands are her little nephew. Ever since y/n’s sister had Ryan he’s always been attached to H, y/n would claim to be hurt by that but really she found it adorable. “Uncle hawwy” he says emphasising on the W as he can’t pronounce his ‘R’s yet. “Awww ry, replaced by my own nephew” with a big smile on his face Ryan beamed up at his ‘uncle’ “Guess he has Favourites babe” he said flashing a wink over to the girl. “I got board games!” Y/n’s mum exclaimed walking Into the room.

After what was nearly 3 n a half hours of random board games of course it was time for the dreaded ‘trivia pursuit” which always led to any side of the family having high competition and debates about who’s winning. “I don’t know if this is how we play babe” y/n said reading over the instructions. “It is darling your just losing” he said calmly and continuing to move his piece around the board “harr-“ she quickly got cut off “Ryan..WE WON” he exclaims not hesitating to stand up and picking Ryan up who probably had no idea of the situation but just knew he was loving. “Babe, you cheated” y/n laughed “heeeyy, did Not y’jus a sore loser my love” “My goodness you two and your competition” her mum laughed leaving the room to check on the dinner that was currently cooking. Once the evening was reaching a finish and the last of y/n’s family headed home the couple went into the spare room (which was y/n’s teenage room) which was going to be there’s for the next 3 days “how are you liking it up here hmm?” Y/n asks finally climbing into bed “s’interesting seeing where you grew up, and of course seeing you lose y’own game” he smirked “Harry!!!” She said swatting his arm “s’only cos you cheated” she pouted “m’only kidding lovie, now c’mere and give me some love” he says leaning back on the headboard with open arms, even in a pouty mood she never denied the comfort of his arms and happily obliged. “makes me excited to have Christmas with y’mum” she mumbled into his chest “yeah?” He asks pressing a kiss to the crown of her head “we’re all excited lovie, first Christmas together gonna be so special” he adds holding her tighter, though the couple have been together nearly 4 years crazily this will be there first Christmas together in there own home as they’ve always been with there family for Christmas Day as this year y/n will be hosting for Harry’s family making it that one bit more special.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #my fic writing #fine line harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #hs #hshq #fluff #12 days of ficmas #12 days of christmas #12 days of Xmas concept #merry Christmas #happy holidays #🎄🎄🎄#❤️❤️❤️

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bfdifan26 · 9 months

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everything i have to say abt every burner character, my interpretations of every one as of rn because i quite literally cant wait for episode 3 so i need to distract myself. disclaimer of sorts, if you couldn’t tell, i see these guys as way more human than probably intended. like i feel as close to them as you would with say your childhood neighbours (DISCLAIMRR i was actually going to do all of them but i ended up not feeling like it. i overestimated myself for once with burner isn’t that crazy. i hope what i ended up writing is good)

-roomy

roomy to me is one of the coolest types of characters like ever. shes been completely isolated for her whole life apart from daddy long legs being close with her, and she seems to be very desperate to please people and to just do whatever is “nice”. she doesn’t necessarily want or dream of anything because she hasn’t seen anything to want. episode 2 was the first exposure to the real world she’d ever gotten. also she really likes kit and spraypaint and was referring to them when she said “all for you two to explore”

-daddy long legs

despite him being the host, i dont actually think he’s the one behind burner. i don’t think he’s the one who teleported them in. and he definitely wasn’t born in the realm! he used to have a normal life in the real world until, thanks to the same being that teleported the contestants, he got sent to the realm without warning one day, and he has been instructed to do the same to other people and make them compete against eachother, for a reason which i havent exactly gotten figured out in my head yet, and hey, maybe he isn’t entirely sure either. anyway personality wise, i think his shyness and how he gets talked over indicates that during his time in the real world, he was seen as the quiet kid, and was shunned whenever he’d try to join in a conversation, and when he got teleported this of course stayed with him, although because of the burner contestants this will slowly begin to fade the more time he spends around them. also yes i do think our cast are the first people this is happening to

-erasey

i love erasey and i am so crazy excited to see what’s going on with them as the series progresses. they used to be completely different as a person, sort of like limey or pilly. they were sent to the realm for a few minutes when they were a kid, even way before daddy long legs was, and from that point dedicated their life to figuring it out. however, during a sort of experiment of theirs that went wrong, they lost an eye and left arm, and were sort of broken by that, it was realised they’d bit off more than they could chew. that was when they became the erasey we know now, laid back and apathetic about most things. not hanger though. erasey loves hanger the way a mad scientist loves their lab rat, but in this case in the non fucked up Im Going To Torture You For Results way. lol

-playdoh

ah playdoh my least favourite one but really that doesn’t mean too much considering i love them all so dearly so i honestly love him too. he has no like psychological reason to be the way he is he’s just. a bitch. like that’s it. he expects everything from everyone around him and for him to do nothing in return for that to be deserved. the realm is his first experience where that is not the case and people are actually opposing him, hence why he’s the most hostile towards rosey and hanger. i like to think hes gonna be changed by the end of the show.

-spraypaint

although i do really like her i dont have much to say except her personality and whole demeanour interests me and i feel like she kinda grew up having to be this dangerous confident figure to even stay afloat for her family n stuff. i do not like the fact that her knife potentially is just laying around on the floor somewhere still

-tissues

oh my goodness this guy. he is my 2nd favourite! i say this about every character but i mean it the most with him when i say i am super excited to see what their whole deal is and what the extent of his powers are and why they seem to know way more than he lets on. i also just really like his personality lol. one of my favourite moments in the show so far is when record said she was warming up for the challenge and tissues thought she meant literally warming up and got all worried that she was sick. them and record remind me of simon and marcy for literally no valid reason

#burner #roomy #daddylonglegs #erasey #playdoh #spraypaint #tissues

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m-art-i · 2 years

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My parents are hosting a royal ball with neighboring monarchs and you noticed me, heir to the throne, shoving food into a bag to steal

thanks to @toxixpumpkin for the prompt :)

sunaosa, 1k

Osamu had never really cared for balls, nothing but vain obstensions of emptiness, frills and golds, itchy clothes and painful shoes. There was only one thing that kept him from completely disregard his parents orders to attend (that wasn’t the fact that he was the crown prince, heir to the throne of Inarizaki, destined to rule above all, yadda yadda…), and it was the food.

His parents, despite their complete ignorance on how to relax, knew what good food was, and had the best cooks from all over the Seven Islands come work for them, and what were balls if not excuses to show off how much better you were than every one else? Hence the best dishes in the universe were just waiting for him, not to mention the most exquisite pastries and the softest cakes, and the sweetest wine, and… well, really, everything.

And here laid his biggest problem. He couldn’t eat all of it. He would take him a week just to taste every single thing on display. And what if one was so good he wanted seconds? Not counting the fact that he probably would need to stand still next to his parents for the whole thing, not even getting close enough to the refreshments table to get a whiff of the most amazing smells known to human noses.

Hence his great plan for tonight: set Atsumu loose on their parents just before the bulk of the crowd started to shuffle in so they would be distracted and pay him no mind as he raided the buffet. He had a bag and was planning on getting two of each treat, so he could try them all later, in the peace of his own quarters, savoring the tastes without the anxiety of always needing to appear presentable in front of the guests that had come all the way here from the other kingdoms likely just to see him.

It wasn’t really fair, he thought, as he got a wink from Atsumu over their father’s shoulder, signal that’s it was go time.

It was his house, after all, he should have been allowed to do what he wanted, he reasoned, as he got the bag out from the inside pocket of his jacket and started scanning the table. He decided that any plate was good to start, so he just started grabbing his loot, shoving everything inside the bag unceremoniously and silently asking for forgiveness to the cooks if the poor treatment he was giving to the food were to ruin some of the beautiful plating they had made.

But he didn’t have time to worry about that now, and he’d rather eat something ugly and ruined that tasted delicious than some beautiful, shiny, perfectly plated thing that only tasted of plastic—

Osamu stilled, hand half raised towards his next victim, eyes glued into a beautiful, sharp pair of green eyes, staring at him from the other side of the table.

“Oh,” he said, letting his gaze travel down to the black jacket perfectly tailored over perfect shoulders, gold buttons on lapels in a fashion that was so distinctively not Inarizaki—

Osamu straightened up, letting his brain catch up to the situation. Presentable. He needed to be presentable for the guests, he was the prince—

“Are you stealing food?” the boy in front of him asked, raising one perfect pretty eyebrow in question.

Osamu hesitated, looking everywhere for an escape route. “Uhm, I was just…”

“Your food?” the boy continued. “In your own castle?”

“Well,” Osamu tried, but no proper excuse came out.He just looked at this boy, perfectly casted in his role, standing there in front of him, and his brain drew completely blank. He deflated, admitting defeat, and replied: “Yeah, I was.”

The boy’s mouth curled up on one side in a small asymmetrical smile that he was quick to push back down. “Why?” he asked, mirth still making his eyes shine.

“Cause I was probably gonna miss it all, standing there,” Osamu said, gesturing vaguely with a nod to the dias where his parents were still being distracted by Atsumu. He owed him so much, for this. Maybe he’d even let him have his share of desserts for a week. Maybe.

“Scared everyone’s gonna finish it before you get here?” the boy said, perfectly set shoulders slumping slightly as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Can’t you just ask your cooks to make more just for you?”

“I guess, but that would trouble them. They don’t cook like this everyday, y’know.”

“Oh. Right,” the boy frowned slightly, staring down at the table deep in thought. Then suddenly he looked back up at Osamu, and there was something mischievous shining behind those sharp green eyes. “Need help?”

Osamu felt his eyes widen of their own accord. “What?”

“Do you need help? We can go faster if we use four hands,” the boy said, circling around the table to reach his side. “Only thing I ask in return is for you to tell me were can I hide this ball out without being found,” he added, staring at him hard with his chin slightly raised in defiance.

Osamu just stared back, mesmerized by the way a short bang had escaped his perfectly coiffed hair and was now hanging freely over his forehead. Marveling at how the boy wasn’t making any move to put it back in its place.

“Do we have a deal?” the boy asked, seeing Osamu wasn’t being very responsive.

Osamu felt a smile pull at the corner of his lips. “What’s your name?” he asked instead of replying.

“Rintarou,” the boy said.

Osamu was waiting for his family name, to know where he was from, which kingdom he had to keep an eye on, but nothing else followed. His smile grew larger. “I’m Osamu,” he said.

Rintarou chuckled quietly. “Oh, I know who you are. Do we have a deal or not, my prince?”

“Well, Rintarou,” Osamu said, opening the bag again and raising it higher to make it easier to throw the food inside. “I think we definitely do.”

[the end? more like the beginning...]

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aschlindartroom · 2 years

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6, 15, 17, 18, 23, 34, 39, 44, 48, 49! I've tried very hard not to list all of the numbers lmao. Go off <3

LOL HOLY HELL. Okay, then. *cracks knuckles*

6. Single or multiple POV?

Depends on the work! Short horror lends itself well to single POV so I've worked a lot in single POV (specifically 3rd close). Although, Second Serpent will have multiple POVs in 3rd close.

15. How do you deal with writer’s block?

If I'm blocked and can't write, I usually try world-building a little. Reacquainting myself with the world, and what connects my characters to it, can be really helpful for me.

17. What writing habits or rituals do you have?

Lol I have ZERO habits or rituals. I am the chaotic neutral of writers in that respect. I'd like to say that I, like, settle myself at my desk with a cup of tea and a tray of almonds but, like, nah. I usually frantically open up a new word document when/wherever I have a new idea and just go for it.

18. If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?

Oh, shit... I don't even know. Maybe Glen Duncan? Or Neil Gaiman. With Duncan, I'd work on something more literary and less speculative. With Gaiman, maybe something Neverwhere-esque?

OH! And maybe the M.A. Carrick duo. I'm currently making my way through Mask of Mirrors and loving it.

23. Favourite author

Not sure I have a favorite, but I've been telling people Glen Duncan soooooo...

34. What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?

I can't really think of one that was the "hardest." I know that there are WIPs I haven't finished (literary fiction) that are very emotionally intense, and some of those scenes are painful to put down on the page. Hence why I haven't finished them.

39. Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had

Pffft. Gosh, maybe Dick Soloman? He's a character who will insist on having tea time precisely at 3 o'clock even if there's blood still on his clothes. That man is terrifying and dogmatic and has literally kidnapped and tortured children but he's still, like... he's an excellent host.

44. How much research do you do?

A metric fuck ton. My problem is that my notes are spread out everywhere. The day I get organized, I'll rule the world.

48. What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?

A lot of my main characters have conflicts that I struggle with myself, but I think that the "most self-inserty" award goes to the character who was, literally, named after me. I wrote myself into a story when I was in like 2nd or 3rd grade with some friends of mine. We hunted down monsters, went on adventures, yada yada yada...

49. Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

Aw, this is a good one! I think I'd love to spend at least a day with all of my characters (well... maybe excluding Egon and Antoni). My gut, however, screams Martin or Ehren. Martin would always have a plan for what to do when we get together, and I'd have fun verbally sparring with him. Ehren would be a friend I could just sit with in the same room-- read books or watch a movie together.

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tyrannuspitch · 7 months

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okay. endgame thoughts. the scene in new asgard...

it's interesting that even when thor is at rock bottom, he doesn't show outward sadness. he's not just drowning his feelings, he's constructed a sort of cocoon - as well as the alcohol and the escapism, he's isolated himself except for friends he knows won't challenge/disrupt his coping mechanisms, he's apparently specifically avoiding asgardians, presumably because it's harder to face the *people* he's failed - and he's actually projecting a mask of happiness.

it's not the most convincing mask, but still - he's smiling, he's laughing, he's warm. he shows affection, he introduces people to one another, and he offers them drinks. he's acting as a host, which is a royal trait, and how he's used to relating to his friends on asgard.

he's trying to create recapture a sense of community, of the kind he feels most secure in - a community that centres around him. (notably: an entourage, not a family. so no-one outranks him, and no-one gets too close.)

and he's trying to earn support and approval via... maybe not admiration, but something like it. love is something thor's always had to win, and he wins it by being giving, and by concealing his own needs. hence: depressed thor is sooo happy and amiable and agreeable, why don't you come in and live in his house forever, he doesn't mind.

and then there's also... anger. or not. he can turn his anger on and off at the drop of a hat; he's lending it to his friends as a tool. you could say he's using it protectively, but it's also without much direction, or any genuine need. and he's angry when hulk/bruce tries to ask for his help, but even then, he's mostly just passive-aggressive.

there's an interesting sort of disconnection going on. anger is the easiest to feel out of his negative emotions, but even that he doesn't really look at face-on... perhaps because so much of thor's anger is aimed at himself. but also perhaps because anger has always been a tool to him, and he doesn't have any direction now, so what's the point?

i think it's also interesting that he's shown arguing with children. what he says to that gamer kid sounds childish, but what he says to korg positions him as authoritative, and could even be interpreted as parental.

i think both of those things were present in how he related to other children (especially loki) when he was a child himself. thor is regressing, but thor is also someone who's had to grow up far too fast. childhood and adulthood were blurred then, and they're blurred now. (which is also just part of how ptsd works. and to be frank - we've seen odin's parenting. whether thor knows it or not, his trauma started a long time before t1.)

anyway. all this is a mask - but it's a weak one and thor knows it. for the most part, he's hiding. he's severely neglecting his physical appearance, not even brushing his hair - i think he might be literally struggling to look at himself in the mirror.

and it's also a mask whose fragility is known. korg and miek know his triggers and there's a formal agreement to avoid them. and it's probably quite hard for thor to have shown even that much vulnerability.

but there's an interesting kind of contrast here - on one hand, thor compulsively covers up vulnerability to avoid provoking his own feelings of grief, guilt, etc. but on the other hand, thor is very obviously not okay and he looks like he's lost his shame.

i think he is ashamed of his drinking, his depression, his weight gain, etc. but... as well as struggling to cope, i think he might be deliberately not hiding these things, because he thinks he deserves the shame. because he thinks others respecting and trusting him is dangerous. if he isn't worthy to protect his people, he can at least make sure no-one mistakes him for someone who is again...

so. thor is trying to escape his own trauma as far as he possibly can, but he's also limiting himself to escapism that mean no-one is relying on him for anything that matters. thor has decided it's better for him and for everyone else if he disappears.

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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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Look Who's Inside Again

Kyoya Ootori

genre: angst

My Kyoya kinnie ass kicked in because I barely did anything all day and I felt like shit about this so I speedwrote this before I went to bed. enjoy. aka: I listen to this song way too much for it to be healthy

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Well, well, look who's inside again

Kyoya stared at the clock.

01:16.

He’d been up later before.

He kept glancing at his phone, almost like he was waiting for a text. Of course, he wouldn’t get one—it was too late for that. Nearly everyone was asleep, and if they weren’t, they certainly weren’t looking to talk to anyone.

It was crazy, he knew, to be wanting to talk to someone this late. He didn’t even want to talk to anyone, he wanted someone to talk to him. If that made any sense at all.

There was so much going on in his head at the moment, he wanted someone to reach out to him, even with a quick ‘hey’. Just to say they were thinking about him. Was that so much to ask?

But no, it was 1 in the morning and he knew that text wouldn’t come.

Went out to look for a reason to hide again

It was stupid. He shouldn’t be awake, but here he sat, his bed covered in books. He hardly ever needed to study, but he did anyway. Just to make sure he was still top in their class. Luckily for him, he had no competition from Haruhi since she was in the grade lower.

He had to be the best, after all. Even being the best, his father barely acknowledged him. His older brothers had done good things with their lives, so he was expected to do something great if he wanted to be even acknowledged, let alone accepted.

He was the vice president of one of the most popular clubs at school. He was top of the class. He had a good group of friends who came from excellent families. He knew he was incredibly smart, great at making business deals, and could charm girls throughout Ouran Academy.

But it still wasn’t good enough.

He’d never be good enough.

Well, well, buddy, you found it

Someone would always be better.

His brothers. His sister. Tamaki.

Tamaki.

Anything he couldn’t do, his best friend seemed to excel in. He was always more charming, better at talking to people, a phenomenal musician—and he was simply incredible.

As much as he loved him, he also envied him. And he knew it wasn’t a good trait and it was something about himself he needed to learn to fix. But that didn’t change the here and now, hence why he felt so guilty about it.

There were some days that guilt ate at him for hours while he thought about it. He’d think and stare off into the distance, ridiculing himself for not doing more. But at the same time, for not being able to get over himself. It was stupid—

He thought that a lot. One of his worst fears was someone thinking he was stupid, or just not knowing things in general. That’s why he was constantly learning—so he could know everything. It didn’t make him a very good friend, though.

With all these thoughts racing around his head, he closed the book he was reading. He shoved everything else to one side of his bed and pulled the covers over his head. The faster he fell asleep, the faster he could stop thinking.

It seemed like sleep never came—or when it did, it didn’t stay long enough. Fuyumi came to wake him up that morning with his first cup of coffee of the day (he made sure to thank her several times), and he got dressed and set out for school.

The moment he arrived, he was smiling. That charming, gentle smile he kept when talking to anyone outside of the host club. It would stay that way until he left to do the same thing again that night.

Now, come out with your hands up, we've got you surrounded

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Alllrighty, here they are! The Gerudo, with Nabooru, Urbosa, and Ganon reppin' their folks. :3 Link is there for height purposes: the average height of the Hylian is 5ft tall, so the Gerudo are typically well over 8ft in height. uwu

Now then! Have some headcanons for the Gerudo and the characters present! ------------------ -Urbosa is the chieftan of the Gerudo and is well loved by her people. She's as fierce as she is caring, a beacon of strength and compassion and wisdom among the Gerudo and all across Hyrule. Being as influential as she is, Urbosa has many a myth tailing after her: how she once defeated an army of evil spirits all by her lonesome, how she once tamed a Molduga, or how she commands sacred divine power gifted by the gods (her lightning magic, one of the most notoriously difficult magic schools to master). A recent rumor is that she's even eloped with the Queen of Hyrule once, charming her socks off, and it resulted in the birth of Riju. If asked directly Urbosa will say that the rumors surrounding her are only half-true. She's too concerned by the brewing trouble all across the kingdom to worry about gossip. -Nabooru is the mortal form of the Gerudo patron deity, Ordona. Still undecided if the Gerudo outright know that she's their patron deity or if it's a mystery to them, but regardless of that she is a trusted source of wisdom to Urbosa and acts as her personal advisor, as well as having a seat on the council. It's because of her and Urbosa that Ganon wasn't culled when he was first born after he was taken away from his mother. She's curious of how he'll develop now that he's no longer under the influence of Demise, and is having thoughts of suggesting him as the Gerudo Champion. -Ganon as seen here is completely free of corruption. When the Calamity rejected reincarnation for the sake of raw power in its attempt to kill the heroes in BotW, it unknowingly released its host from its grasp. Without keeping hold of its host, Ganon is free from the curse that is Demise’s unfiltered hatred and malice, and as such when he reincarnates again in this cycle he's a mostly normal Gerudo, with only a birthmark on his chest serving as a physical reminder of his past life. Despite this the elders of his people are very wary of him, so much so that they originally opted to outright kill him when he was born. Thanks to Urbosa and Nabooru that decision was rejected, but the compromise was that he was raised elsewhere, outside of the borders, and be kept a close eye on at all times. That "elsewhere" ended up being in the temple dedicated to Ordona, and his ever-watchful eye ended up being Twinrova, a highly renowned priestess and keeper of Ordona's temple. Ganon himself is confident, almost to the point of being boastful. He often puts on airs of being uncaring of what someone thinks of him, but that's very untrue; he'll do almost anything to prove himself to his people. It's why he works hard at any tasks given to him, even if its as small as fetching water. Outside of that, he is curious and wants to know more about the world around him, and often reacts to anything new with enthusiasm. -------- -The Gerudo as a race are characterized by their impressive height and equally impressive stature; they're known to be some of the strongest warriors in Hyrule. Typical characteristics in Gerudo are their red hair and dark skin, and their eyes are usually a shade of green or yellow. Brown and blue eyes are especially rare. They all have the innate ability to transform into what is known as a "Boartusk", a large boar-like beast, hence their tusks even in human form. -The Gerudo's population is largely made of women with a smaller male population in comparison, and as such they've developed a unique ability to be able to mate, and bear children with, any sapient race of any gender. The child will always be the race of their birth mother. More in-depth info on that can be read HERE. -Outside of the Hylians, the Gerudo are the most capable of magical feats. They contrast the Hylians by mixing their magic power with their physical prowess, making them rather diverse warriors. As a fun fact, the Gerudo typically don't have steeds both due to their ability to transform and an average Gerudo is able to keep pace with a horse on foot even in human form.-The Gerudo capitol is located in the desert as a thriving oasis. -The Gerudo are fairly popular among the other races, but there's always an underlying tension present due to the history of The Calamity. After the defeat of Demise, its hatred and thirst for destruction lived on through its possessed vessel (Ganon), using it to reincarnate itself and to wreck havoc on Hyrule in an endless cycle. Given the chosen vessel was Gerudo, there was a time where the default thought was that Gerudo in general were in league with The Calamity. That belief has since been trampled out, but there is still remnants of that mistrust in some of the races, Hylians and Rito in particular, and all the Gerudo wants is to be entirely rid of it. This is why they, as a whole, reacted so poorly when Ganon was rebirthed, despite finally being free of the possession.

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