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hyungieyoongi · 1 year

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Things They Do After You Get Engaged – Hyung Line

Pairing: Hyung Line x Reader (not poly)

Genre: Fluff (like extremely fluffy fluff)

Word Count: 1.0K

A/N: hyung line forever

Jin

“Jin, not again,” you whispered in panic to your fiancé, looking around at the many pairs of eyes staring at you in the park. You gave a soft smile to an elderly woman who was holding a hand to her heart, watching the two of you with fond eyes.

“Y/N, you are the love of my life. I am so lucky to call you mine. Will you be my wife? Marry me?” Jin asked, holding onto your left hand. He raised it to his lips, giving you a wink as he placed a gentle kiss to the back of it. Your cheeks flushed pink at his actions, shaking your head at your ridiculous life partner with affection.

“Yes, of course I will,” you said, letting out a sigh as the bystanders surrounding the two of you broke out into light applause. Jin smiled at you, standing up as he took you in his arms.

“Sweetheart, you can’t propose every time we are out in public,” you murmured into his chest, recovering from the slight embarrassment you felt as a result of Jin’s public display of affection.

“But then how will people know how much I love you?” Jin asked seriously, pulling back to look at you. You held up your left hand, the diamond glinting in the sunshine.

“I think that was the whole point of this,” you said. “Remember how you gave it to me the first time you proposed?”

“Ah yes, well, I just like reliving my favorite moment,” Jin said, taking your hand in his and entwining your fingers so you could carry on with your walk.

“Is this going to stop any time soon?” you asked.

“Hmm, I’m not sure, want me to ask again?”

“You’re insufferable,” you groaned.

“Good thing you love me anyway,” Jin said, wrapping his arm snuggly around you.

“Aren’t you lucky,” you teased.

“Yes, yes, I am.”

Yoongi

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked, glancing over at you with a confused expression behind his glasses.

You were frantically searching for your engagement ring underneath the kitchen table, hoping the sixth place you looked would finally be successful. You placed the ring in the same place every night before bed; this morning, it wasn’t there.

“Yoongi, get over here and come help me,” you said, frantically sweeping the wood floor with your eyes trying to spot a glimpse of the silver band.

“Babe, slow down, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asked, standing in front of you, hands on your shoulders to force you to stop your manic search efforts.

“I can’t find it,” you wailed, starting to break down from frustration. “My engagement ring—it’s gone!”

Much to your surprise, Yoongi chuckled.

“What could possibly be funny at a time like this?” you nearly shouted, stepping away from him in shock. Yoongi stopped laughing at your response, but a smirk still played at his lips.

“Y/N, I took it to the jeweler to get cleaned today. I’ll pick it up tomorrow morning on my way to the studio,” Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly. Your jaw dropped open slightly in shock, relief flooding your system as you realized it was in safe hands.

“Yoongi, I swear to God, if you ever do that again without telling me,” you threatened, stepping toward him with finger extended menacingly toward him. Yoongi held his hands up, acting innocent.

“Hey, I was just trying to be nice! I know it makes you happy when your ring sparkles.”

“If you weren’t so sweet, I’d throttle you right now,” you grumbled. Yoongi looked at you with pride.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my future wife.”

Hoseok

This morning, it was a bright pink sticky note.

Good morning, sunshine, have a great day at work!

Yesterday, it was green.

Hello, my love, miss you already! See you at dinner!

Since the two of you got engaged, you had gotten used to occasionally seeing a neon sticky note on your dresser in the morning as you got ready for the day. Your engagement ring was always sitting next to the note, lid of the black, velvet box open to show off the beautiful diamond.

The first time it happened, you asked Hoseok about it while the two of you cuddled on the couch later that evening.

“I just want to make you smile every morning, even on the days I have to leave earlier than you for work, and I don’t get to see you,” Hoseok explained, lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he continued to watch the show the two of you had started. Only your fiancé could manage to say one of the most romantic things you had ever heard sound so nonchalant.

You placed the ring on your finger, admiring it for a moment. You added the sticky note to your collection of them at the bottom drawer of your jewelry box before taking out your phone to text Hobi.

Thank you for making me smile, I love you.

Namjoon

You lifted the covers gently, trying not to wake your fiancé sleeping soundly next to you. You scooted under the duvet, a content sigh leaving your lips as your head finally hit the pillow. You were up late working on a project for work, Namjoon long having gone to bed before you finished for the night.

You reached over his sleeping form to turn off his bedside lamp that he had left on. As you reached the switch, you felt Namjoon shift slightly, making you freeze.

“Love? You finally coming to bed?” Namjoon asked, his voice muffled and rough from sleep.

“Yes, go back to sleep,” you whispered, successfully turning the switch, engulfing the room in darkness.

Namjoon turned around to face you after you laid back down, eyes still closed. He reached for your left hand, bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss on the empty ring finger where your engagement ring sits throughout the day—it was a habit that Namjoon had started after the two of you became engaged a few months ago. When you took your ring off at the end of the day and the two of you went to bed, Namjoon would take your hand in his, kissing the ring finger that symbolized your future together. It never failed to make your heart flutter.

“Goodnight, Joonie,” you whispered.

“Goodnight, my love.”

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 7 months

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Enemies With Benefits (3)

Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: Enemies. That was what you were. She was an Avenger, you were a criminal. You should hate her, she should hate you. So why do you love the feeling of her skin pressed against yours? Moans spilling from her lips? The taste of her on your tongue?

Casual, rough sex. That was all it was supposed to be but soon feelings start to get involved. Would something so scandalous be able to last?

Warnings/Tags: Angst, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Hydra, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture

General Masterlist | Enemies with Benefits Masterlist

Chapter 3- Surprise

As soon as you entered the grand hall, your eyes scanned around the room to search for your target. On the USB there was a file regarding an ex hydra scientist who not only performed on innocent people, which resulted in them dying, but he also abused many of his subjects, especially the young girls he managed to get a hold of.

Men and women in elegant outfits, showing off their wealth littered the room yet you paid no notice to the few looks sent your way from them, the lust in some of their eyes as you walked past in your suit. All black was always the way to go, it was the best colour to hide the blood stains after you had your way with a target.

You made your way to the bar, ordering yourself a drink before a woman sat next to you, her body closer than necessary to grab your attention.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Romanoff?” you say, not turning away from your drink as the redhead receives her own drink and takes a small sip.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't pin you to this table and handcuff you?” she says with a little bite in her words.

“Hmm let me think,” you murmur, pretending to be deep in thought for a moment earning a glare from your side. You roll your eyes at her serious state and mumble how boring she is before answering, “Because I’m your favourite bad guy? Oh wait no, because you’d know I’d enjoy it too much,” you turn to her with a wink, her palm colliding with your cheek making a few people look over before losing interest. You rub the spot she just slapped, her expression stoic as you stare at her in disbelief, “You’re not one of my favourite Avengers anymore, that was just rude.”

“Cut the bullshit,” her tone dangerous, “This isn't a game Y/n. Why are you here?”

“The same reason you are,” you turn back to your drink, your eyes looking around the room as you take a small sip.

“And that is?” You let out a sigh at her words, annoyed you now have to deal with the Avengers meddling in your plans.

“Look, let’s ‘cut the bullshit’, we both want the Hydra prick, so why don’t we just make this easier for everyone?” she raises her eyebrow at you, waiting for you to continue, “Let me take care of him and you can all have tonight off, maybe you could go and learn to have fun somewhere.” She shakes her head at you, a breathless laugh escaping her.

“I don't think that’s going to happen,” you turn to her as she speaks, looking behind her to see if the man has entered yet.

“Why not? Is it because you don’t want to be a fun person?” She can see your smirk as you raise the glass to your mouth and holds back from slapping the smug and annoying look on your face.

“Because your methods of ‘taking care of them’ are inappropriate and illegal,” she’s read all the files on you and even seen you in the flesh as you punish whatever guilty soul you could catch.

“It’s not inappropriate, it’s what they deserve,” your voice loses the teasing tone, becoming more cold and angered. “Do you really think I’m just going to let you take them, stick them in a cell for the rest of their lives that protects them from the people that want them dead? I thought you were smarter than this Romanoff.” She sighs at you, but you're too focussed on seeing the man walk in, a smile plastered on his face as he greets the surrounding people. “Lovely speaking to you Miss Romanoff but I must say goodbye now,” you say with a sarcastic tone, your hand grabbing hers and raising it to your mouth to place a kiss on, her pulling away her hand at the dramatic gesture.

“If you carry on like this, you’ll end up in one of those cells,” she warns but you're already gliding through crowds of people to find the scientist.

“Fancy seeing you here,” a familiar voice calls out, her arm interlocking with yours, holding you back.

“Not now my little witch,” you say, keeping your voice calm as you stare ahead, the man talking to a woman and standing a little too close to her and, judging by the expression on her face, it wasn’t welcomed, “I have to work.”

“All work and no play?” she echoes your words from a few nights ago, her hand cupping your jaw and making you look at her.

“Yes, I’m a very busy woman at the moment so, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do.” You slip out of her grasp but she moves forwards and pulls you back, your anger rising now as you can’t let another one get a life of safety in an Avenger’s cell.

“I can’t let you do that,” she says, an indecipherable emotion in her voice. “Come on, let’s have some fun,” she purrs in an attempt to distract you. Your attention from the man falters for a split second, moving to gaze at her lips for a brief moment before returning to where the man was. You swear under your breath at the fact he’s gone, along with the woman, and turn back to the witch.

“This will be your only warning,” your voice low as you whisper at the shell of her ear, “ Stay out of my way.”

“Or what?” she challenges you, a low chuckle immediately leaving you.

“You should have kept your mouth shut,” you mutter, “Enjoy the surprise I will send you later.” With that said, you pull away harshly and leave to find the man, pushing a person into Wanda who then spills her drink on her dress, the other woman starting a scene with the witch making it impossible for her to follow you.

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Wanda’s leg bounces as the other Avengers bicker between themselves, arguing about how they failed to bring in the scientist as well as how they lost them to you. Her fingers twirled the rings on her fingers, her thoughts out of control while the rest continued to speak. Her entire body froze when her phone vibrated in her pocket, a video and text being sent to her phone.

Unknown: I hope you enjoy your surprise :) See you soon my little witch Press play to watch video

Swiftly, she leaves the room, no one noticing her absence as they were too focussed on the argument, and heads towards hers room. Her fingers shakily pressed the play button, the phone taking a moment to load the video up.

“Hello my little witch” your voice can be heard over the groans of pain in the background. “I promised you a surprise, I hope you enjoy it,” the camera moves as you walk across the room, supposedly in an abandoned building. Soon, the man from earlier appears on screen, blood dripping down the side of his face, his white shirt unbuttoned showing the deep slashes across his chest. His head sluggishly raised to meet the camera, tears streaming down his face while a cloth was tied around his mouth to muffle the noises that left him. “Oh come on, smile for the camera,” you taunt the man, clearly unable to do so with the gag.

“Help,” the man screams behind the gag, but you only laugh in response.

“Stop with the pathetic pleads,” you groan in annoyance, moving closer to him. The bruising on his face is clearer on the phone as you move till the camera is practically in his face. “Now let’s say goodbye to witchy.” He glares at you but you're too busy trying to hold the camera still, not letting it shake with your laughter.

“Fuck you,” he manages out quite clear and you just tsk at him.

“Sorry for my rude guest,” the camera moves till it’s on your face, his blood staining your neck and collar bones. “Goodbye my little witch,” you say, a charming smile on your face as the video ends.

As soon as the video ends, she’s leaving the room, heading for the exit of the compound to find you. It doesn’t take long for her to reach your apartment, her fist pounding on the door. When you don’t answer, she tries the handle to find the door unlocked. She strides into your apartment, seeing your jacket laid across a chair along with your shoes near the door that shows you’re here.

“Y/N,” she grits out, walking through your apartment till she hears the water of the shower running. She wastes no time in heading towards the bathroom, her magic almost pulling the door off its hinges as it flies open. You turn around in the shower, smirking over your shoulder as you see her through the glass panel. The water around you is red, the dried blood on your body slowly washing off.

“It’s rude to walk in on people showering unless you plan on joining them,” you murmur, continuing your shower as if she wasn't there.

“Out. Now,” she seethes out, eyes glowing red while her fingers twitch with her magic.

“ Or what?” your sneer back, turning around in the shower, the blood now clean from your toned body.

“There is no fucking or what. Out.” Her voice sends a shiver down your spine and you turn off the water, stepping out of the shower and not bothering to wrap a towel around yourself as the water drips down your body.

“Why did you do it?” her voice wavers with anger and sadness, almost disappointment, as she looks at you. “We were going to put him in a cell to rot in for the rest of his life,” her finger jabs into your chest, pushing you back slightly before she uses her magic to wrap a towel around you so she can push you against the wall. A groan leaves your lip at the force of her shove, the wall colliding with your back painfully.

“I gave him what he deserved,” you grit out, “Do you even know what he did?”

“He still didn’t deserve to die,” she argues and you scoff at her. “He should have suffered in prison for years, not been killed.”

“You’re telling me that a man who used people, children however he wanted, didn’t deserve what I did to him.”

“You should have handled it differently,” she sighs out irritated, walking away from you and sitting on the edge of your bed. You pull on a robe and follow after her, leaning against your drawers as she stares at you.

“I didn’t kill him,” you whisper after a few moments of silence, hope glinting in her eyes.

“Where is he-”

“That doesn’t mean he isn’t already dead,” your hands run through your hair before massaging your temples. Why were you telling her this? “I sent his location to a few people who wanted him dead, he was still alive when I left him.”

“Where?” you stare at the hopeful look in her eyes, noticing how much it contrasts from her lust-filled ones, how it’s somehow even more alluring. You give in, writing down the address which she quickly types into her phone, most likely in a message to a fellow Avenger as you move to change. “Thank you,” she whispers, making you turn around to look at her. You hate how it made you feel warm inside when she said those two little words and clenched your jaw in anger at yourself. What were you doing?

“Unless you want me to fuck you, get out,” your voice is emotionless while you move to grab the bottle of whiskey from one of the drawers.

“Y/n..” her face contorts to confusion at your sudden shift in mood, a frown now on her face.

“Yes or no?”

“Y/n-” she tries again but you cut her off, walking close till you're towering over her.

“It's a simple answer, if you say yes, I’ll pin you to that bed and have you screaming my name,” her breath hitches at your words, “if you say no, you can get out and go be the hero you so desperately want to be.”

Wanda’s entire body freezes at what you just said, a new wave of anger washing over her. She scoffs as she pushes you away, “At least I’m trying to be a hero unlike you.” You glare at her while the green in her eyes turn red again. “Y/n and her fucked up ways of trying to save the world,” she practically mocks before walking away. “Talk to me when you’ve learnt how to stop being a dick,” she shouts before the front door slams shut.

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yuikomorii · 1 year

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Happy Birthday to the BEST BOY!!🥳🏀❤️

// You have the ability to accomplish everything you set your mind to, and we all know you’re the apple of Yui’s eye. Thank you for never giving up on others and for making Yui the happiest girl alive while letting her feel like a normal teenager! (*＾ワ＾*)

Love you, Ayato! 🫶🏻

Since you guys asked for a new scenario, I decided to deliver it uwu. I’m still not very confident in my writing skills and I’m aware some parts sound really cheesy but I truly hope you will enjoy it! 💖

~Ayato’s Birthday short story~

Yui: Phew… it’s finally done!

( It took me three fails to make his cake but thankfully I finished it on time! )

Uuh… It was supposed to look better though but maybe the good result lays in the taste?

— Yui tries it —

Just like I thought, the taste didn’t deceive me! I tried my best not to make it too sweet, therefore I truly hope Ayato-kun will like it.

Speaking of Ayato-kun, I wonder if he woke up. It might sound a bit childish but I really want to be the first to congratulate him~!

— Place shifts to Ayato’s room —

Yui: Eh? The door is open…? Could it be that he’s awak—…! He left?

???: Nfu, what’s with the long face? Did you and Ayato-kun have a fight~?

Yui: L-Laito-kun! Gosh, don’t just whisper in my ear like that!

Laito: Why not~? Is it because it arouses you? As expected from you, Bitch-chan, you really grow into that nick—

Yui: E-Enough…!

Look, Laito-kun… do you happen to know where exactly Ayato-kun went?

Laito: And what if I do?

Yui: Well… in that case, where is he?

Laito: Bold of you to assume I’d tell you. You’re always so naive~

Yui: Eh? That’s…—

( Of course this guy wouldn’t help me! I can’t believe I really thought asking him would be a good idea… )

Laito: Nfu, I know that face, Bitch-chan, you were judging me in your thoughts, weren’t you? How rude~

Yui: W-Wait, you got the wrong idea! I just—

Laito: And I was merely trying to do you a favor, but I suppose you don’t appreciate such things from any man, am I right?

Yui: I don’t really get what you mean…

Laito: Well…~ all I’m going to say is that if you tried using your head a little, then maybe you would be able to guess where Ayato-kun is.

Yui: Hmm…

( Now that I think about it, the weather is beautiful today, neither too hot nor too cold. As far as I recall, this is Ayato-kun’s ideal type of weather for playing basketball. In that case… could he really be outdoors? )

Ah, I might actually know the place!

Laito: See? Making use of those brain cells once in a blue moon wasn't all that difficult, was it? Now hurry up or else you won’t be the first one to wish your precious boyfriend a “happy birthday” ~

Yui: …!

( Did he eavesdrop on me today!? )

( G-Geez… It’s a bit embarrassing knowing that he listened to such things. Despite this, he truly managed to be helpful in some way. )

Y-Yeah, I’ll leave right now. By the way… thank you, Laito-kun.

— Yui walks away —

Laito: ( Nfu, I wonder if she really guessed that place right. Too bad that desperate face didn’t last any longer, otherwise I might have truly taken advantage of it.~ )

— Place shifts outside the mansion —

Yui: Hoh— that’s a bit heavy!

( I tried to fit everything for his birthday in this basket but it weighs more than I expected! )

( Uuh… I really hope Ayato-kun is around here. )

???: Tsk, damn it!

Yui: That voice—! Ayato-kun!

Ayato: Huh? Yui?

— Yui jumps into his arms —

Yui: Happy Birthday, Ayato-kun…!

Ayato: Hah? Ah… Yeah…

So you remembered it, huh?

Yui: Obviously, there’s no way I would forget such an important day!

Ayato: It wouldn't have made a difference anyway. Birthdays have never been a reason to celebrate for vampires; they are just like any other day. Basically, we couldn’t care less.

Yui: Well… that might be so, however I do care about it. It’s true that humans and vampires have distinct points of view and mindsets, but this still won’t stop me from considering this day special. After all, that’s when Ayato-kun was born and I’m grateful for that, as a result I want to celebrate your birth.

Ayato: …

Yui: ( He suddenly went silent… Ah, did I really exaggerate with that confession? )

Ayato: Yui…

Yui: …!

( He’s smiling so brightly! )

( I would have never thought those words to make Ayato-kun so happy but seeing him like that… my heart can’t help but fill up with so much joy too…! )

Ayato: Geez, I’m supposed to be indifferent about my birthday but look at me grinning like a fool due to a Chichinashi such as yourself. Now you better take responsibility or else—

Yui: ( He says it in such a threatening way but that blushy face proves exactly the opposite, fufu. )

Ayato: Oi, what’s up with that basket?

Yui: ( Oh, right! )

I got something for you!

Ayato: Heh, only for me?

Yui: Yup!

( Although, I truly hope nothing got crushed. )

— Yui opens the basket and serves cake —

Yui: I know it doesn’t look perfect but I’m confident the taste is on your liking. I remembered that you aren’t too fond of very sweet food, therefore I tried avoiding adding marzipan and focus more on the fruits instead. Do you… like it?

Ayato: Haa… there’s no need for those useless explanations. You made that whole cake for me, so yeah, isn’t it obvious that I’d like it?

Yui: Ayato-kun…

— Ayato tastes it —

Ayato: Mm… as expected, it’s good! To be honest, Takoyaki would have been a far superior choice, but I can't deny that the cake Chichinashi made is also quite tasty.

Yui: Fufu, I knew exactly that you were going to say that, so I prepared this for you!

— Yui serves him Takoyaki —

Ayato: Hah!? Are you a magician or somethin’?

Yui: N-not at all! I just know Ayato-kun loves Takoyaki so much that he would eat them everyday, hence they couldn’t miss out on his birthday, right?

Ayato: You…

— Ayato pins her down —

Yui: Eh—?

Ayato: Bet you weren’t prepared for this, were you?

Yui: ( Is he going to suck my blood? )

— Ayato kisses her —

Yui: Nn…!

Ayato: Now I am the one catching you off guard. How does that feel, eh?

Yui: Good…

Ayato: Oh? What happened to “Ayato-kun, that’s so embarrassing!” ?

Yui: I-I mean… it is a bit yet I can’t deny that Ayato-kun’s gentle kisses are the best.

Ayato: Tsk… Why not so cute and honest all the time? Is it ‘cause of my birthday or what now?

Yui: I just felt like it…

( He’s just getting cuter and cuter! )

By the way… there’s one more thing I have to give you.

— Yui starts searching —

Ayato: A photo frame?

Yui: That’s so. I asked the school photographer to take this photo exactly when you scored and brought victory to your team. The happiness you felt in that moment… that’s something I always wish for you to experience.

— Ayato slightly blushes —

Yui: I also tried to decorate the frame myself based on what you like the most b-but if it’s too childish, then I will try to——

( He’s hugging me! )

Ayato: “What you like the most” she said, but how come I don’t see her there too then?

Yui: T-That’s—!

( Was that an indirect confession!? )

Ayato: Pfft… haha, that’s exactly the reaction I expected!

Love you, idiot. You really are the best~!

— Ayato stands up and starts walking away —

Yui: W-Wah—! Hey, d-don’t make fun of me like that!

Ayato: Can’t hear you~! If you wanna tell me something, catch me then!

Yui: You meanie!

— Yui stands up and starts running after him—

Yui: ( I can’t help but feel like a child once again when playing with him like that. It’s such a nostalgic feeling that somehow feels so distant... )

( As we run around the mansion, Ayato-kun is showing me his genuine smile… that’s the face that makes me fall more and more for him each and every day. )

( I love you Ayato-kun, thank you for being born. )

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dark-frosted-heart · 3 months

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Alfons vs Roger event (Alfons end)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Alfons: Now then-

Roger: Let’s get this over with. Oh right, we gotta be “friendly” today, don’t we? Then let’s be good boys and work together. Here we go.

Kidnapper: Wah!

Roger swiftly gets behind the man and pins his arms behind his back.

No matter how much he struggles, he can’t escape Roger’s strong arms.

Alfons: I’m disgusted by the fact that I have to fight with you…

Alfons bit down on a black leather glove, removed it, and touched his nape with his fingertips.

Alfons: But more importantly… I hate people who would do things such as throwing a lady’s life away for money.

Alfons then threw a piece of trash nearby out the window.

Alfons: Look, is it alright that your precious money’s flying away?

Kidnapper: Ah, ah…! How dare you throw out my money!

(Huh?)

As the kidnapper said that, he jumped out the second floor window after a piece of trash.

Roger: So that guy saw trash as money in your illusion?

Alfons: Yes. Also, there’s a large garbage disposal site nearby. There’s a big, big pit there, and once you fall in, you will not be able to crawl out.

Roger: Haha, you still got great taste as usual. Well, if you can die surrounded by money, that’s how you’ll wanna go. Kate, sorry for tricking you.

Kate: It’s fine, you guys gave me clear signals and I knew you would come to help.

Roger: I’d like to have watched you struggle for a bit longer, but this guy here.

Alfons: I’ve been under a lot of stress as a result of having to be friendly with Roger for the entire day. I should have punched him 2 or 3 times to relieve it.

I understood what he meant under that shameless lie.

Alfons tried to help me as quickly as possible.

Roger: So, little lady. I think it’s about time we heard how many points we have.

Kate: You’re right. Then I’ll announce the results. For the total number of points— Both Alfons and Roger scored 100 points, so it’s a tie.

Alfons and Roger: …

Roger: Pfft haha. Is it because we did a good job fighting together in the end?

Kate: Yes.

Alfons: An absurdity, but a funny one like Miss Kate.

Roger: Al.

Roger pinched Alfons’ nose.

Alfons furrowed his brows after roughly shaking him off.

Alfons: ……What? You couldn’t possibly be saying “That’s minus one point. I’ve lost.”

Roger: No way. I just got carried away with the fighting… You were originally gonna give Alfons the chocolates, weren’t you, little lady? I’m giving up.

Kate: Roger…

Alfons: That’s something about you that I really don’t like.

Roger: Pfft haha. I don’t hate you. Never have. Well, I’m leaving. Gonna go pester them for the medicine storage in the basement.

Seemed like Roger forgot he was even part of a contest and left.

Alfons: That glasses-wearing egoist. I’d like if he fell down the stairs and hit his head.

Kate: I like this.

Alfons: Huh? What is this? Are you shamelessly exposing your affair? Since when did you start leading men on?

Kate: I’m not. I was talking about your relationship with Roger.

Alfons: What do you mean?

Kate: You’re more childish when you’re with Roger. I think that’s when you’re acting like your true self. That’s why I like your relationship.

Alfons: …

Kate: Ah, but I can’t help but feel a bit jealous when I think about it…

Alfons: Aha! You would like to see my true self? Then here you go.

Kate: Huh? Kyaa…

He pushes me down onto the sofa.

Pinning me down, Alfons’ taps on my lips with a finger.

Alfons: Why not give me your sweetheart chocolates? Is this a part of your teasing?

Kate: Well… I’m sorry, Alfons. I was anxious…

Alfons: Hmm, anxious?

Kate: I had heard rumors about you receiving a lot of chocolate every year. So I thought that you wouldn’t want mine.

Alfons: You’re a dumb one, aren’t you? Of course I’d want it from my “lover”.

Kate: Alfons…

Alfons: The fact that you can’t understand such a simple thing has me sulking. Please make me feel better. Until I’m in a better mood, I won’t be able to do all the naughty things you love.

Kate: I d-don’t want to do that stuff.

(Though there were some interesting moments during the contest)

Besides, I really do want Alfons to enjoy himself.

I don’t care if he ridicules or teases me, I want him to spend each moment with a smile.

Kate: Understood. Then I’ll do all I can to put you back in a good mood.

I sat up on the sofa and took out a piece of chocolate from the bag I kept close.

Alfons: What will you do for me?

Kate: I put all my love into these sweetheart chocolates.

Box of chocolates in hand, I shouted out.

Kate: Alfons, I like you a lot!

Alfons: Hehe, that was unexpected… I want to hear more.

Kate: Alfons, I like you a lot…

Alfons: Good, good. Once more, with spirit.

Kate: Alfons~~! I like you a lot~~!

Alfons: Pfft, ahahaha! You…Hehe, you look like a raving fool.

Kate: Hehe…you’re right. Geez.

Alfons: Okay, I forgive you. I’m in a good mood now so let’s do something naughty. How about we play with the chocolate?

Alfons’ hand went to the back of my head and our lips drew closer.

Kate: We can’t do that here. It’s another lord’s mansion…

Alfons: No one will think of your moans as anything but a lady’s illicit affair.

Kate: It’s still not a good idea…

Alfons: You’re so stingy, Miss Kate. Well, I thought you would say something like that, so I’ve already arranged for a carriage to take us home.

(Huh?)

Alfons: So let me take as much of you and the chocolates in as I can.

#ikemen villains #ikevil translations #ikevil #ikevil jp

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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I’d love to see a tense and restless Jack on his and the reader’s first night out since El was born. Like moms are usually the tense ones, but Jack can’t even think straight because it’s weird not having his kid around and not knowing if she’s okay or not.

“Jacky, she’ll be okay.” my hand rubs circles on my husbands back, our daughter held tightly in his arms as i try and reassure him that the four month old will be okay without us.

“there’s prepared bottles in the fridge, you’ll just have to warm it up. and you know the diapers and wipes are in the diaper bag on the table. she just ate like twenty minutes ago, so she might only need one bottle in about two hours, if we’re not home by then. um-”

Jack is cut off by Quinn’s sigh.

“bro, it’ll be fine! you have a whole house of babysitters right now!” Quinn reminds his brother. “go. take. your. wife. on. a. date.”

Jack heaves out his own sigh and nods, finally handing El over to Luke, who stands next to Quinn.

“yeah! remind her she’s sexy, or else i might become El’s new stepdad!” Trevor chimes in from his spot on the couch. i roll my eyes as Jack lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“my wife knows i think she’s very sexy. how do you think we got here in the first place?” at Jack’s words, i lightly smack his shoulder, huffing out a chuckle.

“let’s go, babe. just ignore Trevor, i’m not sure why he thinks he would be a fit decision for a stepdad.” i joke, pushing my husband along towards the front door. “if anyone, it’d be Alex!”

Trevor gasps at my quip, swinging around to look at me.

“i resent that!” he calls out.

“i knew i was daddy material.” Alex shrugs as he walks out of the kitchen and into the living room, dropping his weight onto the couch.

“never say that again.” Cole laughs, stretching his leg over from the armchair he sits in to kick Alex’s leg.

Jack rolls his eyes as i laugh at our friends, a small smile playing on his lips.

“let’s go to dinner, J.” i tell him, finally able to pull him out of the house.

Jack spends the entire drive to the restaurant gripping the steering wheel tight, his eyes glancing down towards his phone in the cup holder every minute.

“Jacky.” i sigh as we’re seated at our table, him immediately checking his phone as i pick up my menu.

“hmm? yeah?” his eyes flicker towards me briefly before setting his phone back down.

“she’s fine. i promise.” i reassure, my voice gentle as i snake my hand to rest on top of his on the table.

“i’m just worried.” he confesses, as if i couldn’t already tell. “what if something happens? we should be there, we’re her parents.”

i can tell the guilt of any hypothetical situation is eating away at him, and i’d be lying if i said it wasn’t setting in slightly for me. but i know that our daughter is in good hands. she has five uncles who love her, watching over her right now and she’ll be okay.

“i know you’re worried, and i know you feel guilty at the thought of us not being there if something were to happen. but we need this, Jack.” his shoulders square when he realizes i didn’t use a nickname, showing him that i’m serious.

“it’s been probably five months since we’ve had a date night. four months since we’ve spent any time to ourselves. there has to be at least some semblance of romance still in order for us to to not turn into a pair of zombie parents who drift apart.”

my voice trails off at the end, and i know he knows i’m referring to my own parents. who after i was born, took their roles as parents much too seriously, thinking i was their only priority, never taking a date night, never putting their relationship first, until eventually they grew apart. they stayed married, but it was somehow worse, as they had fought and became locked in a toxic marriage that hadn’t done any of us any good. they became overbearing and overprotective of me as a result. which only ended badly.

“hey.” Jack coos, squeezing my hand in his to ground me back to this moment. “i won’t let that happen. i promise to you, and to El.”

a smile pulls at my lips at his words.

“i know.” i assure him. “and i know it’s hard to leave her right now, it’s hard for me too. but it’s the first time, eventually, it’ll get easier. i hope.”

he chuckles at my last words, nodding his head.

“i hope so too.” he tells me. “it’s different when i’m on roadies because you’re there. you’re the one taking care of her. but…”

Jack wrinkles his nose.

“my brothers? our friends? do we really think they’re capable?”

i bark out a laugh, covering my mouth to try and muffle the sound in the crowded restaurant. a grin spreads across my husband’s face at my laugh, making my heart race like when we first started dating.

“i really think they’ll be okay.” i giggle. “she’s their niece, they don’t want anything to happen to her.”

“you’re right.” Jack nods.

“i always am.” i shrug and he playfully rolls his eyes as a waitress finally steps up to our table. as i’m telling the girl my order, i can’t help but notice Jack checking his phone again, even typing what i assume is a check-in text to his brothers.

once the waitress leaves, Jack’s phone buzzes on the table and he reaches out for it like his life depends on it. reading his incoming text, his shoulders slump in relief and i furrow my eyebrows at him.

“she’s asleep.”

#el!hughes au #jack hughes x reader #ask faithlynn ✨

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heartkyeom · 1 year

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election

politician!boo seungkwan x campaign manager!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: light political talk but nothing too complicated (fuck capitalism), choking, fingering, descriptions of female anatomy, hate sex (!!!!)

notes: once again got a random idea in the middle of the night and wanted to run with it! thanks to @junhui-recs and @flowerwonu for beta reading <3 hope you all enjoy it!

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“I didn't think you could do it, actually.”

“Why doesn’t my campaign manager believe in me?”

“Because your pre election polls were fucking abysmal- shit!” He smacks your clit unexpectedly at your comment and your voice goes up an octave.

Over the past few months, you’ve learned Boo Seungkwan is a glutton for punishment. You assume that’s why you keep having sex with him despite how horribly wrong it could all go, seeing as you’re both in extremely visible positions.

With him running for an extremely coveted city council position with you as his right hand, all eyes were on the both of you.

Yet, his fellow candidates were far more experienced so you thought there’s no chance in hell he could make it to the runoff election.

However, that sickeningly sweet charm of his landed him in 3rd place amongst voters. It’s been an impressive rise to say the least, but now you have to face the consequences.

You lost the bet that he couldn’t make it this far, hence why he was torturing you with open mouth kisses against your pussy, moving his tongue torturously slowly into your entrance.

You could feel the pulsing of your clit in your ears at this point, internally fighting off the urge to push him to go faster. The sight of him between your thighs is equally disgusting and perfect, seeing as how you shouldn’t even entertain him as a sexual partner but you can’t resist it.

He’s more often frustrating than not, especially now when he decides to move at such a nonchalant pace with your orgasm hanging in the balance.

“What is it gonna take for you to shut the fuck up and enjoy what I’m giving you?” He lifts his head to tell you off, face glistening from your juices.

“Start by making me cum first, mister third place,” You knew it wasn’t nice, but you wanted to.

He sucks his teeth and sighs against your skin, making your cheeks burn from the warmth.

“That’s not how you ask, peach,” He reminds you gently. He knows calling you peach makes you cave every single time, no matter how much you hate being compliant with him.

“Please make me cum, shithead,” You offer a biting smile that gets you a knowing look from him, but he accepts it anyways.

He returns to his previous motions but with a stronger sense of urgency. The sound of your arousal on his lips is driving you insane, and his tongue prodding against your entrance every two seconds just reinforces how badly you need him to fuck you.

“Fuck,” You moan out in frustration. He’s always good at this, but tonight your desperation requires a bit more than he’s giving.

“Seungkwan,” You try to call his attention.

“Hmm?”

“Need you to fuck me instead, please,” You admit.

“Oh? What’s with the sudden change of heart?” He stops to climb up the bed to meet you. He lazily grazes his fingers across your belly. You don’t want to think about how his touches make you feel so relaxed.

“As much as I love you eating my pussy for an entire hour, I’d like to cum before the sun rises if that’s okay with you,” You find the bite in your voice again and he chuckles.

“That didn’t take too long,” He smiles and pinches your nipple. “Now don’t talk about my poll results again or you’re not gonna cum. You’re not supposed to be thinking about work,” He continues to work his fingers against your nipple, rolling it slowly with the occasional pinch. You don’t want to whimper, but it’s making you internally melt.

“That’s hard to do when I’m having sex with my boss, but sure,” You attempt to free your mind of the million different things that take up your daily life, including the hassle of trying to keep this campaign in one piece.

He’s a handful and he knows he is, but you suppose that’s the allure of him.

He moves his hand from your nipple to your neck, slowly pressing his fingertips into your skin. The slight restriction of your breathing makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Well, try harder,” He whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss against your cheek without a second thought. He removes his hand from your neck to place his mouth there instead.

You feel his teeth begin to sink into your skin and you curse.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” You breathe out shakily.

“You lost the bet, remember?” He fully sucks against your skin and you hesitantly accept your fate. His kisses soon become feverish and he attempts to cover as much skin as possible, leaving you with red marks that go across the expanse of your neck.

He was a dick for that, considering how long it’d take for you to cover it with makeup.

His cock has been torturing you this entire time. It’s been pressed against your abdomen for the past few minutes and you can practically feel yourself drip onto the sheets.

“Think I’ll let you have what you want now,” He finally sits up and settles between your thighs again. He doesn’t need to stretch you out from how wet you are, and you’d probably kill him if he tried to do more foreplay at this point.

He slides into you without warning and the impact has you moaning far too loud for your own good.

“You’re always so fucking tight for me, peach,” He reminds you, his strokes gradually wind up faster until you’re shaking underneath him.

He pushes your leg up to hit you deeper than before, and the sudden movement springs tears up to your eyes.

You can’t hold back your whining anymore, but how could you when he’s practically ramming into you?

“Shit, Kwan,” He knows he has you in the palm of his hand when you call him that, the name you only use for him in the bedroom.

You finally look up to see his face and he’s a goner. He’s so concentrated on you that his eyes have gone completely black, lust overtaking anything else. You almost want to pull him closer until you hear your phone vibrate.

Your mind is broken out of the trance instantly.

“For fuck’s sake,” You look at your phone before looking at him again.

“Answer it,” He hasn’t slowed down his movements and you think you’re imagining his response.

“What?”

“You heard me,” He raises his eyebrows.

You eye him again before picking up the phone and bringing it up to your ear.

“Hello?” You turn your head to the side to avoid his glance. It’s his secretary, calling you for god knows what reason.

It was after 6 pm at this point, and it was definitely something that could’ve waited for the next business day, so you can’t hide your disdain.

“Look at me,” He whispers. You glare at him and he smirks. You’ve been murmuring your way through the call, hoping that she doesn’t pick up on the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

“Yeah, I’ll let him know,” You breathe out gently, trying to hold your composure. You notice him moving his hands to your chest, palming your breasts in his grip. It forces a small moan out of you and he bites back a smile.

She doesn’t seem to notice though, as she continues with her train of thought.

“Just email me everything and I’ll take a look at it when I can,” You can’t believe you’re functioning halfway normally with his relentless pace. You can feel your orgasm approaching and it’s almost pathetic how hard you’re trying to fight it off on this call.

You screw your eyes shut and Seungkwan leans down, placing his head in the crook of your neck. It forces you to hold your arm up with your phone still pressed precariously against your ear.

He starts pressing kisses against your neck that she can almost certainly hear on the other line.

You could kill him.

“Okay, thank you, bye,” You rush through your words and hang up, throwing your phone onto the floor instantly.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” You whimper. He laughs against your skin and moves to your mouth. You’re both still shaking from how hard he’s slamming into you, and you’re dangerously close to cumming around him.

“That kind of focus is what I pay you for,” He knows you’re close and it’s his version of praising you, in a backhanded sort of way.

“You don’t pay me enough,” You whine pathetically, you grab onto his hair to ground yourself.

“I’ll see what I can do about that,” He kisses you so deeply, knowing that you could cum at any moment.

“I bet you wanna cum, huh?” He teases.

“Please, please I can’t take it anymore,” You beg and he finally grants you mercy.

“Cum for me,” He whispers into your ear, he finally lets you go and the coil inside you snaps instantly.

You let your head tilt against the headboard as you flood around him, you can’t tell how much you’ve cum until you feel the wetness seep out underneath you.

He doesn’t stop moving, forcing you into overstimulation as he fills you with his cum moments later. His moans sound strangled against your skin, but he’s satisfied by the way he sighs.

After a few minutes, he finally leans up to kiss you on the mouth. It’s far more passionate and sloppy than earlier, but you’re not complaining.

“Clean me up, now,” You let him have it as you try to regain your energy. He laughs at you and leaves one last kiss against your lips before getting off the bed.

“Anything for my favorite campaign manager,” He calls out as he disappears into the bathroom.

—

You wake up to the sight of Seungkwan’s face against your shoulder. His cheeks are slightly fuller than normal, and you chalk it up to morning puffiness. He’s quite pretty when you don’t let yourself think about the technicalities of this.

You almost think you missed it, but you feel a slight movement against your leg.

“Are you fucking humping me?”

“Maybe,” He rasps out. His length is hard against you and you sigh.

“Are you gonna do something about that?” You retort.

“I wanna finger you before you run out of here, at least. I can handle the other part,” You picture him jerking off and promptly regain focus before you get too horny for your own good.

“It’s the weekend, where would I even go?”

“Well, you don’t ever linger,” He kisses your cheek and the realization hits your chest. You always get away before you can consider the weight of all this, making your hookups with him just fleeting memories amongst the hustle of your everyday life.

You think you can afford this, just once.

“Fine. Don’t get greedy,” You face him and give a peck on his lips. He wastes no time before slipping two fingers into your core. You can’t deny how good it feels, how wet you are for him already with no prep.

You suck his fingers in instantly and you both let out quiet moans.

“Does that feel good, peach? Do you like it when I make you fall apart like this?”

“Yeah,” You moan against his mouth before capturing his lips in a kiss. You’re deliberately sweet with it, cupping his face with your hand.

You hook your leg across his hip to trap him further into your hold. You’re too tired to be mean, too tired to come up with some witty comeback. His fingers curled inside of you so precisely that it made you want to cry from pleasure.

He knows your body well, and you wanted to enjoy it.

Your hips start to rut against him and you highly doubt that you’ll make it out of his apartment without being split open again.

He starts to move faster after you make your desperation known. He uses his free hand to grab your ass, gently kneading his fingers against your flesh.

With all of this stimulation, you press yourself against his lips and he swallows your moan with a long kiss.

“Just let go, okay? Let me take care of you,” He breathes gently against your lips.

You’re done for, cumming around his fingers the moment he finishes speaking. It takes a moment for you to come to your senses, but you feel him plugging your cum back inside you.

It’s terrible how good he is to you, how enamored you are with him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He mutters with a smile.

“Like what?”

“Like you wanna kiss me again, or else you’re not leaving this bed,” He turns away from you with a gentle pat on the head.

He’s awful, you’re sure of it, but you know the butterflies will be fluttering inside your stomach long after you make it back home.

#svthub #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #seventeen smut #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt smut #loooooved doing this one #seungkwan just deserves more smut writing. point blank period

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i-love-def-leppard · 6 months

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I Wanna Touch You (Joe Elliott x Reader) - Part 2 🔥

A/N: At last…Part 2 is finally here!!! Here is the link to Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet or would like to reread :) I apologize again for taking forever to publish this part of the one-shot. Most of you have heard I’ve been super busy recently, experiencing some writers block, and accidentally deleting HALF of the story when I was almost finished *sigh.* Please keep in mind that this is my first time writing smut so please bear with me for this one. I promise I will get better with some time! Anyways, I’ll shut up now and let you get to reading!! I hope you enjoy!! ♥️

WARNING: detailed smut ahead ‼️

1983 Pyromania Tour - backstage

After what felt like forever, the boys were finally done their set.

You see Joe quickly making his towards you at the side of the stage where he left you standing in demand, seconds before he walked on.

He quickly tosses his microphone to his roadie, taking the final steps to meet your figure.

“Fucking finallyyy.” Joe exhales as he grabs his hands towards you.

He waists no time, pulling you into him by your waist, placing hungry kisses to your lips. He kisses the corner of your mouth, slowly moving downwards to plant sloppy kisses along your jaw.

Softly moaning at his touch, you bring your hands up to lightly tug at his hair, sweaty from what felt like the longest gig ever.

“Mmm, Joe” you moan into his ear.

As soon as the noise leaves your mouth, your eyes grow wide, quickly remembering that you are still surrounded by many members of the band and their crew.

Shit.

“Gonna give us a free show, eh?” Phil laughs as you look up and see the rest of the band standing right there.

“In your dreams, Collen.” Joe shoots back after he reluctantly pulls his lips off your neck. “C’mon, love. Let’s go somewhere where we have some more privacy, hmm?”

“Yes, I’d like thatt. Lead the way, baby…bye boys!” you giddily respond. Joe adding to the humor by jokingly flipping them off.

After earning gross looks from the rest of the band, Joe grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the direction of his dressing room.

“NO SHAGGING IN MY ROOM! GOT IT!?” you hear Sav yell from behind you. Flashbacks quickly flood your memory, remembering the time you both mistook his dressing room for Joe’s resulting in…

Well, let’s just say, Sav was rather traumatized.

With this, you and Joe can’t help but let out childlike giggles as you make your way to his room, knowing how much you’ve grossed out the rest of the band.

When you finally reach Joe’s dressing room, the laughing mood between you both changes in an instant.

Joe kicks open the door, quickly locking it behind him, immediately pinning you up against it.

Your lips hungrily attach to one another like magnets. You felt like you have already waited too long for him, so you pick up the pace by parting your lips, letting Joe’s tongue explore your mouth.

Wow. He is such a good kisser. I could come undone right now.

Your hands tug at his hair while his squeeze at your breasts, skillfully making their way down down to your ass.

“Damn, Y/N. All I could think about during the set was you and ripping this perfect little outfit off.”

Joe says, gasping for air against your mouth as both of your hands desperately roam one another, starved all night to touch.

“Please, Joe. I can’t wait any longer. I need more.” you desperately plead into his ear, reaching for his belt.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll take good care of ya.”

He replies as you feel him reach down in between your thighs, slowly pushing them apart so he can fit his hand in between.

“Fuck. I forgot you weren’t wearing anything under this skirt.”

“You are such a fucking tease, you know that?” he growls into your ear as you start to feel him rub his long fingers through your slick folds.

“Ohh, Joe.” you whine at the sudden attention to your clit.

“So wet for me already, baby?” he praises you as he forces your chin up with his free hand. You are now forced to look deep into his darkened eyes.

“You look so pretty right now. Goddd- I’m so lucky.” Joe says in admiration, right before he pushes two of his long fingers into your entrance.

“Ohh, fuck! Feels so good!” you moan into his mouth. His lips sloppily cover yours, muffling the rest of the sounds trying to escape your lungs.

Knowing you want to feel more, Joe picks up the pace of his fingers. You can’t help but to grind your hips against his palm and the prominent bulge in his leather pants, looking for as much friction as possible. This earns a deep groan to escape his throat.

“Feel good, hm? Shit- I can’t wait to get inside of you.” he pants, already out of breath as he watches you fall apart for him.

Coming close to your fast release and your legs threatening to collapse, your heart rate increases and your moans get louder.

Your boyfriend knew all the tell-tale signs your body makes before an orgasm, but you can’t help but remind him.

“Joe- I can’t last much longer” you moan into his mouth.

With this confession, Joe quickly pulls his fingers out of you causing a loud whine to escape your mouth from the sudden lack of contact.

You are left standing against the door, your face flustered red, as you watch your boyfriend’s lips curve upwards into a grin inches away from you.

“What the hell? I was so close! Why’d you stop?” you whine as you watch him raise his middle two fingers to his face.

Your jaw drops as you watch him push those two slick-covered fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices clean off.

Fuckk. That was so hot.

“You taste so good, love” he smirks. “You thought you could just tease me earlier without receiving any consequences? Tsk- now you know how it feels, hm?” he playfully taunts you.

“Please, Joe. This is torturee. I need to cum.” you beg.

“Hm- alright, love. I’ll let you off easy this time, but only because you asked so nicely.” He replies, not being able to tease you any longer.

He too was getting increasingly desperate for some relief.

You attack each other’s bodies again trying to get as much clothing off as possible.

“Fuck, Y/N. As sexy as these tits look in this top, they’ll look even better with it off.” he says ripping it off of you and throwing it to the ground.

“And fuck it-. You’re leaving this dirty little skirt on. I wanna watch you get fucked with it on” he growls into your ear.

Whimpering at his filthy words, you go straight to pulling his Union Jack shirt up and off his head. You throw it to the side. Then, you grab his handcuff belt, working on getting that undone.

As you work on his belt, Joe attacks your neck with his mouth like his life depends on it.

There will definitely be marks later.

Hooking your long nails into the waistband of his underwear and leather pants, you lower them down both at once. Joe steps out of them, exposing what you have been waiting for all night.

“Shit, Joe.” you admire, sucking in the breath of air you forgot to breathe due to the sight before you.

No matter how many times you’ve seen your boyfriend naked, he never fails to impress you with his size.

“Like what ya see?” he proudly questions.

“Mmhmm, yes. Anddd…I’m gonna prove it.” you purr against his lips.

Suddenly taken over by a dominant urge, you place your hands on his chest, gently pushing him back onto the couch behind him.

He lays completely undressed with his back lying flat against the cool leather material. Just the position you want him in.

“Wow, Y/N/N. I could cum right now, just from looking at you.” He says admiring you through the top of his eyelids as you stand over him, ready to pounce.

His words are all it takes for you to throw your legs over his, straddling your entrance just over his twitching cock.

Before you allow yourself to sink down on him, you bring your face to his saying, “I love you, Joe,” softly kissing his lips.

“I love you too, Y/N. So much.” he wholeheartedly says right before sucking in a sharp breath, failing to notice your sneaky hand traveling down in between your bodies to stroke his aching cock.

“Fuuucckkk-” he moans with relief.

With this relieving sensation, Joe is now the one falling apart for you.

After a few pumps, you rub the tip of his cock in between your folds, collecting as much wetness as possible before slowly sinking down on him.

“God, you feel so good.” Joe grunts into your ear.

You quickly both gain a steady rhythm that pleases the both of you.

“Mmmphh-” you loudly moan, adjusting to his size.

Joe’s hips buck up into your g-spot with hard thrusts, adding to your pleasure as you ride him with all of your energy.

Palming your hands on his chest, your hands can’t help sometimes trail downwards, tracing the patch of hair leading down to his shaft.

Your hands grip his shoulders for support, in fear you may already collapse.

“These perfect tits. Damn-”Joe swallows heavily while he massages them with both hands.

Throughout, Joe’s hands switch from playing with your tits to hardly gripping your waist. He pulls you down further onto his dick, grinding against each other with great force.

“Ahh- baby you take me so well.” Joe praises you.

You start rolling your hips in a circular motion, knowing that this is what throws Joe right over the edge.

“Christ, Y/N, you’re so fucking goo-.” Joe moans as his sentences become slurred due to intense sensations of pleasure.

The slick sounds of his dick pounding into you echoes throughout the room.

“That’s it, baby. Right there. Ah-” he cries.

“S’close- Ohhh my god, Joe!” you scream, not caring if the people on the outside hear you both.

Oh, they can definitely hear us right now.

You notice Joe’s abs flexing more and more, realizing he is getting close too.

“Fuck, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll be able to last any longer with you. I’m about to cum.” he gasps into your mouth as you lean down to kiss him.

“Don’t fucking stop, baby.” he begs on the edge.

“C’mon baby. Cum for me.” panting as you struggle to kiss him back. The feeling of your oncoming orgasm getting increasingly more intense.

“Ohhh. Fucking hell-. Mmmphh. Baby, I’m cumming.” he deeply whines, echoing off the walls.

Thrusting down onto him one more time, you watch as his face contorts in ecstasy, body trembling at the sensation.

“OHHH, Y/N! Ah, fuck- fuckkk!” he deeply moans as his load fills up your insides. His hips continue to thrust up and into your soaked entrance, mindful of making sure you finish at the same time.

You sneak your hand down to rub at your clit, causing the well-known sensation to bubble down low in your stomach.

Immediately after Joe, you cum. And -shit- you cum hard.

“OHH!! Joe, mmphh. Fucking hell-” you scream at the top of your lungs as your body completely weakens and shakes from your orgasm.

The hand giving attention to your clit drops to your side in weakness, giving Joe the opportunity to take over the motion, helping your ride out your high.

“There you go, baby.” he says sweetly, watching your body shake and collapse on his chest. Your face now resting in the crook of his neck.

Shortly after, he slowly pulls out of you causing the familiar warm sensation to creep down your legs.

You both lay there for a minute or two, allowing yourselves to come down from your high. The smell of sex fills the room.

“Wow. That was so fucking hot, Y/N.” he says, catching his breath. “You did so good for me, love.”

Unable to form a proper response at the moment, you just tilt your head up to his, planting a sweet kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Y/N.” he says.

“I love you too, Joe. You have no idea-” you reply lifting your head to look into his eyes.

He laughs saying, “Oh, but I dooo. You proved yourself pretty well just now, love.” he smirks as he gently squeezes your hip in a teasing manner.

Giggling, you can’t help the pink shade that rises to your cheeks created by a mix of pride and slight embarrassment at your performance just moments ago.

“Sooo…what do ya say-? Round two when we get back to the hotel?” Joe asks.

“Oh, definitelyyy.”

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okay okay just so that you have it in your inbox, the two videos i sent with freddy🥰

Pregnant Pause : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 5.3k wc, Freddy and his wife are expecting a child and it results in them trying to find a balance between getting enough rest and not putting their lives on pause for the pregnancy; fluffy, based loosely on funny videos from Tiktok

Warnings: pregnancy and related topics

“Love, are you ready?” Freddy coos sweetly as he makes his way down the hall to their living room.

He hears no response so he picks up his pace and tries again, “love?”.

Y/n still having not responded prompts Freddy to speed around the corner at the end of the hall, skidding to a halt when he sees her pretending to be asleep.

He smirks and rolls his eyes playfully, “oh, my sweet tired girl”.

Freddy watches as y/n snuggles into the couch more, her hand still resting next to the cookies on her 8 month pregnant belly.

“I suppose you don’t need these cookies then” he teases, reaching for the remaining cookies on her stomach.

She groans and opens her eyes, glaring at him in disbelief, “never steal snacks from a pregnant woman “.

Freddy bursts into laughter, handing her the cookies before holding up his hands in surrender.

She huffs in triumph, tilting her chin up at him before taking a bite from one of the cookies.

Freddy smiles widely, bending down to kiss her forehead, “darling, the party is in just a bit. Let me help you get dressed, hmm?”

Y/n pouts dramatically up at him shaking her head defiantly.

Kneeling down beside her he grabs her hand, “are you not feeling well?”.

She shrugs.

Furrowing his eyes Freddy kisses her hand, “do you want to skip the party?”

She looks over at him in surprise.

He just chuckles, his other hand resting on her stomach, “we can just have a nice relaxing family night if you’re not up for it”.

Y/n smiles guiltily, “whhhyy do you have to be so sweet? I’m okay Freddy, just lazy”.

He laughed but shook his head, “you’re growing and carrying our child, you’re not lazy my dear”.

She blushes, smiling down at her belly.

Looking back up, she leans slightly off the couch to give Freddy a tender kiss.

“I want to go, I know I’ll regret it if I don’t,” she says, knowing it was for a family friend’s birthday.

Freddy nods, standing back up before extending his other hand to her to help her up.

She holds on but huffs, making him laugh.

“I don’t want to get up” she remarks.

“You just said you wanted to go” he reminds her with a smirk.

“I do. But I don’t want to get up” she argues, knowing it sounds crazy.

Freddy laughs, smiling widely at his wife and unborn child.

“Mmm, I see. You want the party for y/f/n to move to our house?” He jokes, glancing around the room, “with all this going on in here?”

Y/n bites her lip and shakes her head, not bothering to look at the chaotic scene of numerous boxes containing excess nursery supplies and more baby toys the couple ordered covering the living room floor.

“No!” She assured him, “we can’t have people’s germs here when the baby comes Freddy”.

Freddy nods with a soft laugh, “I know love, so let’s just get up hmm?”

“It’s not that easy” she argues and he towers over her, using his arms to hold himself off of her but lower his face down until he can give her a kiss.

She smiles into the kiss, batting her eyes softly at him when he pulls back.

“You don’t need to plead love, you know I’d already do whatever you need” he admits, his cheeks warm but lips grinning.

Y/n nods, playing with his hair, “I have a feeling you’re going to have to drag me off this couch for the next month”.

Freddy chuckles and shakes his head, “if you wish, let’s go”.

He gently holds her hands as he tries to lift her and the baby off the couch.

“Not going to help at all huh?” He asks, rolling his eyes.

“I said drag” she says, annoyed.

“I’m not dragging you, but we’ll figure out a way to make this work,” he says, squatting a little lower to use his legs more in his next attempt.

Y/n was right, it had been like that for the next several days.

She was tired but claimed she wanted to still do things, so Freddy tried to help her.

However, as it got closer to her due date, she became less and less cooperative.

At this point he wasn’t sure she would even argue if he told her they’d just stay home.

But he knew his wife well enough to know she really would regret it later.

Plus, the OBGYN suggested that walks would help some of her symptoms and aid in speeding up her due date.

So, today Freddy once again found himself hovering over his wife and trying to guide her off the couch.

“I don’t wanna” she whined, crossing her arms so he couldn’t grab them.

He laughed as her top moved up slightly, exposing more of her stomach.

Bending slowly, he placed a soft kiss to the exposed area of her stomach, “mum is being fussy huh?”

“Hey!” Y/n laughed, frowning at him.

Freddy winked and held out his hand, “prove me wrong”.

She shook her head, teasingly arguing “not after that comment”.

Rolling his eyes playfully, he gently hooks his hand around her wrist, pulling her into a seated position.

“How much longer of this?” She whined, rubbing her stomach with a pout.

Freddy sat next to her, kissing away her pout, “just a few weeks, my love, my super-woman."

She smiled shyly, her head on his shoulder.

“Now, come on” he says, his arm around her back to support her, slowly standing them both up, “there we are”.

Freddy pressed his lips into a tight line to not laugh at her adorable appearance.

She was in a pair of sweats and one of her maternity shirts, the top still rolled up from earlier causing her tummy to peak out.

Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, flyaways all over her head, and had no makeup on.

Yet, she looked so unbelievably beautiful to him, somehow only increasing as he gazed at her stomach; their child.

“Wait” she mumbled, looking at the wall clock, “we don’t have to get ready for another hour”.

Y/n pouted at him, “rude, you tricked me”.

Freddy laughed, holding her in place as she tried to lower herself back to the couch, “I wanted to do some more photos”.

She wanted to groan and complain, her body being sore from the last 8 months.

It didn’t help that he’d done at least two full-on maternity photo shoots with her and her baby bump each and every month, with daily cellphone photos in between.

But as she took in his excitement and happy face, she nodded slowly, “I need to change first”.

“You look so damn gorgeous love” Freddy said as she rested her head on his shoulder as he scrolled through the photos he got earlier.

She blushed and burried her face in his neck.

He lowered his camera, looking over at her.

Freddy smiled and held his arm around her waist, palm on her baby bump, “I seriously cannot get over how beautiful you look”.

“Looked” she emphasized, laughing as she moved her head back up, grabbing more crackers from the box between their otherwise touching legs.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing the box from her.

She scoffed and glared, “I’m trying to feed our child, Freddy”

He laughed and nodded, “our little one will be fine for a moment”.

“Cause they stole all the food I had earlier” she argued.

Freddy smiled, rubbing her stomach, “mmm, we’ll you’ll get these back when you apologize",

“Me?” She huffed, looking down at her bump, “can you believe your dad? Me, apologize? When he stole our delicious crackers!”

Laughing, he held the box up to examine it, “I don’t think delicious is the right word”.

She glared, pointlessly reaching for the box, her arm not getting even close due to her bump blocking her.

Freddy laughed softly as she squirmed in an attempt to grab the crackers.

“They are delicious, you don’t deserve to touch them, Mr. Carter” she argues, flapping her arm futilely in the arm between them.

He tauntingly raises an eyebrow as he side-eyes the box of crackers that she’d picked out the other day.

Her hormones were still causing cravings that resulted in some odd snack choices and he loved teasing her about it.

“I’ll give them back Mrs. Carter, once you apologize for what you said” he says smirking.

“What did I say?” She asked, yawning.

Freddy sighed contentedly and smiled at her, “for saying you don’t actively look beautiful “.

She glanced down at herself and shook her head, “Freddy, I’m in shorts that are far too big and a shirt that is far too small, I have cracker crumbs all over my breasts and stomach; you’re insane”

He huffed, shaking his head, “you’re stunning love, no matter what you’re wearing, even crumbs”

She giggled, “thank you Freddy. If I say I agree can I have my crackers back?”

He nodded with a smug smile.

“Fine, I agree, now gimme” she replied, reaching for the box.

Freddy laughed and brought the box back down to her, pulling a cracker out and placing it between her lips.

She smiled and ate the cracker, leaning back with a soft sigh.

“When you’re done, we’ll need to get up you know, so I wouldn’t get too comfortable “ he hummed, rubbing her leg.

“Three times today? You must hate me” she groans.

He shook his head, “nope”.

He leaned closer, hand on her bump, “ 'I love you, and, I love you, little one."

She grinned and used the hand not holding a cracker to rub his neck, “why do I have to get up?”

“Eat first, but then it’s time to get you to bed, the couch isn’t good for you and we both know you’ll fall asleep in a few,” he said softly, his eyes on her baby bump.

“See that wasn’t so bad “ Freddy says as he tucks his wife into bed.

“Says you, carrying a baby around for months is soooo fun, why don't you try it?" she sarcastically asks.

Smiling he walks to his side of the bed, “I promise I will once they’re here love”.

She stares at him as he crawls in next to her, tears forming.

“Hey now, what’s happening love? Why are you crying?” He asks, wiping her tears.

She sniffles, leaning into his hand as he cups her face, “you’re just so wonderful".

He blushes and chuckles softly, “thank you lovely, so are you”.

She sniffles, more tears falling.

“Oh honey,” he says softly, a small laugh following as he dries her cheeks with his thumbs, “no more tears, shhhh”.

“Do we have to go somewhere tomorrow?” She whispers through her tears.

He nods his head, “h/f/n is having that engagement party”.

She sniffles and nods slowly, crying again.

“But if you don’t want to go, darling, we don’t have to” he comforts, shifting so she can rest her head on him.

“Why? He’s your friend though” She asks quietly, gazing up into his eyes.

He smiles widely at her, “because you and this little one, are my life. You’ve been reluctantly cooperating with me getting you moving and out of the house for the last week. If you need rest, let’s take it”.

She shakes her head adamantly, “no, maybe in a few days when we don’t have plans. I want us to be able to go. He’s your friend and we should be there”.

Freddy hums softly at her childish stubbornness, her lips pouting as she stares at him.

He nods, “okay love, I’ll get you going tomorrow too. But no more crying okay?”

Y/n laughs once and nods, “okay”.

But as she scoots down the bed to lay down, Freddy catches sight of more tears.

“Sweetheart” he whines, wanting her to feel better.

She peers up at him and he shuffles down in the bed before he opens his arms to signal her to come to him.

Y/n moved her head onto his chest, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying”.

He chuckles softly, “it’s okay y/n/n. I’m here, you don’t need to hold it in darling”.

She sniffles, her face damp by now despite his best efforts to dry her cheeks.

“I hate hormones” she mumbles grumpily, one hand on her bump the other clenching Freddy’s shirt.

He laughs, tilting his head to kiss hers, “I’m sorry angel, it’ll start getting better soon honey”.

“H/f/n said we don’t need to bring anything, I’ve got the gift wrapped. All we need to do is get you-“ Freddy begins but stops when he sees y/n holding her head in her hands.

He drops everything he’s holding, with no concern for the fragile gift in his hands, as he rushes over to her.

“Y/n? Talk to me” he says, kneeling in front of her, brows furrowed in concern as he rubs her biceps.

She screws her eyes closed, so tight her nose scrunches; only increasing his panic.

He takes a deep breath as to not worry her with his own panic.

“Sweetheart, I want to help. But to do that, I need you to talk to me” Freddy pleads, softly pulling some hair from where her hand had trapped it against her face.

His fingers infinitesimally brush her forehead but it’s enough for him to be alarmed.

Between the wrinkles from her scrunching her face and the small amount of perspiration forming, his mind races.

“When's the last time you ate?” He asks, worried about her blood sugar.

“Shhh” she whimpers, pressing her palm against her forehead.

Freddy gasps out of guilt; not having considered how loud he’d been in his panicked state.

He lowers his voice as much as he can, “so sorry, angel. Your head hurts?”

“Yeah” she says, trying to give him a small nod.

Wincing she sucks in a breath, both hands moving to grab the sides of her head.

Taking a stabilizing breath to not increase his volume, he rubs her back, “and … you’re… dizzy too?”.

She sighs, voice barely audible, “yes”.

“Did you eat-“ he began softly.

“I ate everything you cooked for me,” she says, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips, “and drank the whole jug of water you made me. I don’t know why this is happening again”.

Freddy frowns, glancing over and checking the table, seeing her empty dishes and the large water bottle.

“Let me call Dr. Tess and see okay?” He says, getting up slowly to walk back to where he’d dropped the device.

“Freddy” she whispers, head moving a tiny bit to look at him.

He nods, spinning to face her.

“Aren’t you going to help me up?” She asks, trying to form a laugh.

He squints, “you want to stand right now? Love, I don’t think that’s the best thing to do”.

“We have h/f/N’s engagement party to go to though” she points out, “speaking of, encouraging me to go is also your job”.

He gives her a half side-smile as she laughs once at her teasing, but it disappears when she moves her hands to the couch to push herself up.

“Woah, no, no” he says, his voice a bit higher which makes him flinch but she doesn’t seem as impacted.

“Just stay seated hun” he pleaded, moving her hands off the couch, “please, for me?”

“But the party” she pouts.

If it hadn’t been for the seriousness of the situation Freddy knows he’d probably laugh at how quickly they’d switched sides in their daily debate.

“I don’t give a rat's arse about the party right now, y/n/n” he says softly, “you need to stay seated”.

“But he’s your friend, and -“ she argues, trying to stand but gasps as she gets another rush of vertigo.

“And you’re my wife, and this is our child. I’m not risking anything when it comes to you two! Especially not for a party,” he huffs, arms secure around her as he helps keep her from swaying.

“Now, please, honey, for me, and for the baby” he says as he pulls his hands back.

When she gives him a small smile in response with a weak okay, he squeezes her hand; not wanting to make her symptoms worse by kissing her forehead.

“Come on, pick up” he mumbles softly as he dials their OBGYN’s number- pressed the contact from his speed dial.

“Freddy,” she sighs, reaching her hand for him.

He rushes back to her side, kneeling on the floor next to her, free hand on her closest thigh, rubbing it soothingly.

She reaches down, playing with his hair to try and calm him, “it’s going to be okay”.

“I’m supposed to be saying that to you” he remarks, sending a deadly glare at his phone when the call goes to voicemail.

She hums, “you always do babe, now it’s my turn”.

His eyes lovingly flicker to her for a moment before speedily typing out a text to their OBGYN with the word “urgent” in it and hitting send.

“Let’s try again” he says, redialing.

“Baby, it-“ she began but as he let out a sigh of relief she stopped, knowing the doctor had picked up this time.

“Yes 'ello, thank you, this is Freddy. I-“ he began, excitement taking over as he finally got the doctor to answer his call.

“Freddy” y/n whimpers, feeling guilty but knowing he’d want her to tell him his voice was too loud again.

His head snaps to her and his eyes widen, offering her a small whispered apology before excusing himself.

“Okay, with me” Freddy orders in a low voice as he reenters the room and walks to her.

“What?” She asks with a small smirk, “I thought I had to stay here”.

He rolls his eyes in frustration but a small amused smile forms on his lips as he grabs her hand, “doctor says you need more rest, so we need to get you back to bed”.

“I will, tomorrow, we have his party today,” she says, feeling bad they had to miss Freddy's friend's event.

Freddy shakes his head, “today and tomorrow, come on”.

She sighs, “Fre-“.

“Nope, not even going to dignify whatever you’re thinking by listening, the only thing that matters right now is getting you back to bed, we’ll talk when you’re in bed” he interjects.

Noticing the frown on her face, he tugs softly, “I will carry you if I need to”.

She sets a hand on her bump, “you’re going to carry me?” the other hand now on her bump as well, “While I’m 8 months pregnant?!”

He shrugs, silently hoping it doesn’t come to that, “if you keep being stubborn about not coming to bed”.

“I’m really sorry, I know you wanted to go to his party” y/n mumbles as Freddy plays with her hand as it rests over her bump.

“Darling, it’s not your fault. And I don’t mind, I’m always good with a day that's just us,” he smiles, “well us and this sweetie” he adds setting his other hand on her stomach.

Watching her eyes get heavy as he tucks her in, Freddy kisses her shoulder, “sleep”

She smiles softly, “okay. But first, you do know I’m okay, right?”

He laughs softly, “yes love. I do”.

Y/n hums, “okay, night love”

Freddy holds her closely, “goodnight darling “.

A few silent moments pass by y/N’s eyes closed as she lay beside her husband, his arms around her to both comfort her and reins himself she and their baby were okay.

“Freddy, handsome,” y/n laughs softly, eyes still closed, “I can feel your eyes on me”.

He blushes biting his lip as he laughs in response.

“If you’re not worried about me and the baby, why are you staring at me while I sleep?” she sighs, one hand blindly rubbing circles on his chest.

He smiles as he watches her hand tracing his skin in her attempt to comfort him without moving herself and getting dizzy again.

“I'm just so intrigued by you, and I can't help, but.. somehow fall more in love with you. You--" he says, kissing the air millimeters above her head as to not cause pain but have her get the sensation nonetheless, “are so wonderful. You're gonna be an amazing mum."

Y/n’s nose shifts slightly and Freddy panics, “no no, please don’t cry”.

“Shhhh” he says, laughing softly as he holds her, his hand on her bump, “if you try and respond you’ll only cry right now. Just sleep pretty girl”.

“Which tie looks better with this suit?” Freddy asks, holding up three options for her to chose from.

Y/n glances up and points at one, “but it doesn’t matter, we can’t go”.

He laughs, “oh and why is that?”

“Because, this little one is in timeout” she mumbles, pointing at her bump.

Freddy laughs loudly, shaking his head, “what?! Honey they’re not even born yet”.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m their mum, and I said they’re in timeout” she huffs.

Freddy wipes the corners of his eyes, a few tears forming from his laughter, “couldn’t one argue they’ve been in timeout for nearly nine months already?”

Y/n gives him a pointed look, “are you saying I’m a punishment?”

As his eyes widen he shakes his head, “no, no” he laughs softly, “course not love, it’s just the baby has been inside of you this whole time so that-“.

“So being inside of me is-“ she stops, a burning sensation filling her cheeks, “Nevermind, do NOT answer that”.

“Now, now, go on. You had a question?” He teases.

“Shut up Freddy!" she laughs, still glaring "You know what I was trying to say! You are saying the baby has been in timeout by having to be in me for the last 8 months, that’s a really rude thing to say to your wife you know”

Freddy chuckles and shakes his head, “I wasn’t saying that, now come on love, let’s get you dressed”

She shakes her head, “not after how rude you just were “

Rolling his eyes he reaches for her hand but she pulls away smugly.

“Alright, I’m sorry darling, now will you please get up for me? I have the outfit you wanted to wear set out already” he says,

"Mmmmm, mmmm, no, " she shakes her head.

"Why not this time?" He asks teasingly, his lips curled into a grin.

“Well, if you must know,” she sasses, making Freddy laugh again.

“As I was trying to say before you insulted the mother of your child… Your child has been kicking me all day." she pouted.

“Oh, so now it's my child?" Freddy asked with a chuckle.

She nods in affirmation.

Freddy rolls his eyes but beings to help her up, nearly falling over as he pulls her up.

She pulls her shirt to cover her stomach more as she stands, "hmmm as repayment for making me move, I’m excited to see you changing a lot of dirty diapers in the near future."

Freddy laughs, “we certainly will be darling”.

“Not we, just you, you’re the one who made me move,” she remarked as she waddled towards the hall.

He knew if she was serious he’d give in and do it without complaint, after all, she’s going through hell for months and is giving him a child.

“We” he teases, hands on her lower back for stabilization.

“I’m not doing a single one" she jokes, stalking off to their bathroom.

“Again?” Freddy teased as y/n pretended to be asleep on the couch.

“This is your event love, besides, I’d be okay with staying home” he laughed, sitting down.

“My back is sore, it’s truly killing me” Freddy says, rubbing his back.

Peeling her eyes open she gives him a look, “your back is sore?! Imagine it being so sore you can’t even get off furniture” she huffs, rocking herself on the couch to show her argument.

He chuckles, standing back up and holding his hand to her.

She pouts with a sigh, “I just want one day of peace”

He shakes his head, “you looked plenty peaceful when I came in”.

Sighing dramatically again, she lets him take her hand, “exactly, I’m comfy”.

“I know, and we can get comfy and cuddle when we get back okay? How does that sound?” He asks. “you don’t even have to change love, it’s a very casual event and you look beautiful no matter what”

She blushes and nods, “fine you big flirt, help me up”.

He bows dramatically before moving to guide her to her feet.

Y/n tries to help, shuffling her and her baby bump toward the edge of the couch.

Freddy’s hand slips briefly, laughing he shakes his head before grabbing her hand again.

As he nearly gets her up, her back spasms and she plops back down.

They pause as they stare at each other in defeat and then burst into laughter.

Pulling her up towards him, his arms around her waist this time, he grunts softly.

“Don’t grunt” she scoffs in offense.

Freddy bites his lip, still trying to help his very pregnant wife stand.

“Freddy, really?” She whines as he grunts again, positioning her differently for the next attempt.

“It’s not you, love” he promises, kissing her cheek, “I don’t have any abs right now”.

Raising an eyebrow at him in silent suspicion, she hums unsurely.

“Okay, well, fine, I don’t normally have abs” he laughs, tenderly rubbing her hips, “but I usually have more abdominal muscles than I do right now”.

It was true, while she obviously had gained weight as needed during the pregnancy, Freddy had been working out less as he took care of her, so the two combining didn’t help the task of getting her off the couch.

“Count of three” he encourages and they lean on each other as she finally gets to her feet.

Excitedly Freddy cheers, “we’re up, whew, we’re up, okay”.

She laughs and grabs his hand as he moves to help her walk waddle to their bathroom to fix her hair.

Freddy smiled to himself as he watched his wife from the hallway.

She’d gotten dressed earlier as the couple had gone for a morning walk to their typical bakery down the street.

Y/n had been blissfully unaware as to why her husband had loaded up on the bakery’s pastries and snacks; just ecstatic to have options when they got home.

As he worked on finishing the setup for the baby monitors and crib/nursery camera system, he used the snacks as an incentive as he persuaded her to rest instead of trying to help.

With her pregnancy brain and strong hunger to blame, y/n hadn’t put two and two together.

So she was still nibbling on the blueberry muffin as she watched TV.

He suppressed a giggle as crumbs fell down her front, making her pout.

“Oo, sorry little one” she said, dusting the crumbs off and onto the floor.

Y/n glanced at the floor and bit her lip, “oooh, mummy’s gonna have to vacuum. Well, your daddy probably will because I doubt he’ll let me “.

Freddy laughed, making his presence known, “your mum would be correct” he said, admiring her bump.

Y/n smiled up at him, “it was an.. accident?”

He laughs, kissing her forehead, “it’s,” then her lips, “alright,” then her belly, “y/n/n”.

She grinned, playing with his wedding band as she held his hand.

“I’ll vacuum while you use the restroom before we leave” he says, stepping away.

She shook her head, snuggling deeper into her pile of blankets, “I can’t go”.

“Why not?” He asked, turning around quickly before realizing it was probably a joke, or at least a dramatization.

“I’m sick” she mumbled.

He raised an eyebrow, knowing she was faking, “you weren’t a moment ago”.

Shrugging she faked a cough, “don’t know what to tell you, I am now”.

He fought back a laugh, trying to stay in character.

“Just like that?” He questioned, moving to stand beside her.

She nodded, pretending the task was much harder than it was, “just like that”.

He laughed and shook his head.

“Don’t laugh at me “ she ‘coughed’, “I’m sick,”.

Freddy rolled his eyes, pulling her up without help, “you’re not sick, you’re pregnant:.

“Same thing” she argued with a pout.

Freddy cracks up, smiling at her actions, “come on”.

“If I get people sick it’s your fault” she says, taking his hand.

“I’ll accept those terms” he smirked, “besides, your coughing seems to have stopped”.

Freddy watches as she fights off a grin, her lips shaking as she purses them.

He laughs, gently pushing her towards the bathroom as she fakes a small cough and mumbles, “it’s back”.

“So I changed my mind, I’m going to keep the hospital bag in the car so we don’t forget it on the way out” Freddy explained, coming back inside.

Y/n smiled and nodded.

“Or is that a bad idea? We don’t want the baby blanket to get cold” he mumbled, “or yours. I’m such a Div, I should’ve thought of that!”

As he begins to head back outside, keys in his hand, y/n laughs tenderly, “Freddy, sweetie calm down, either way, is fine”.

“No, I can’t have my family getting cold” he says, shaking his head as he goes back to the door.

“Freddy” she calls, smiling when he turns to face her.

“Yes, love?” He asks.

While her feet are killing her she wants to offer him a distraction, “why don’t we go for a walk?”

He seems to catch on; not that the way she flinched when lowering her feet to the floor gave anything away.

“You’ve got to stop moving, today is a day of rest, remember?” He asks, walking to her.

This isn’t the distraction she intended but if it keeps him from bringing the hospital bag back and forth between the car and their flat, she’d take it.

“I told you I don’t want to put our lives on pause” she argued halfheartedly, her feet screaming at her to shut up.

“Hmm and I told you that you’re pregnant, and a pause every few days is okay” he reminds her, “and necessary, we cannot have another day like Monday darling, that wasn’t good for any of us”.

She nods and reaches for his hand, “then come sit with me”.

“But there’s things I need to do, you’re due date is coming up and I’ve got to decide on where to put the bag, then on which route to take to-“ he began, unconsciously sitting down next to her and grabbing her hand.

Smiling at her sweet and thoughtful husband, she leans her head on his shoulder.

He startles a little, just having noticed that he'd sat down while rambling, but quickly relaxes into her touch.

“I think you need to pause too, handsome” She smirks.

He laughs, “I’m not the one who is pregnant”.

She hums, rubbing her baby bump, “well aware of that, babe, but still. This pregnancy involves us both and you’ve been doing so much, which the baby and I both appreciate. But you need to rest too".

Freddy smiles but still goes to argue.

Noticing, she holds her pointer finger in front of his lips , “pregnant pause. Both of us. Effective now, so shut up and cuddle me”.

Freddy laughs loudly, grinning as he complies.

He situated them so she was between his legs, her back supported by his chest as his arms wrapped around her, his hands rested on her baby bump.

They both sighed in relaxation, y/n nuzzling into him as he turned on their favorite show.

“Maybe a mutual pregnant pause isn’t such a bad idea” Freddy admitted, kissing the top of her head as she giggled at something on the tv.

She bent her head back to see him and gave him a wink.

He decided he’d worry about the other tasks tomorrow, for now he was going to enjoy the moment with his wife.

FREDDY CARTER NAVIGATION/MASTERLIST

KAZ BREKKER NAVIGATION

MAIN SIX OF CROWS NAVIGATION

GRISHAVERSE NAVIGATION

PIN HAWTHORNE NAVIGATION

MAIN MASTERLIST NAVIGATION (AII MY WORKS)

Current tag list (comment here to be added): @ell0ra-br3kk3r @brekkershadowsinger

#freddy carter x y/n #freddy carter x yn #freddy carter #freddy carter x reader #shadow and bone netflix #sab cast #freddy carter fanfiction #freddy carter fan fic #freddy carter fluff #original post #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #shadow and bone cast

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jujumin-translates · 11 months

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Misumi Ikaruga | [SSR] MANKAI Feature | Today’s Star: Akari Shinonome - Part 1

*Phone notification*

Misumi: !

Misumi: Waah, I got a LIME from Madoka!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*LIME Start*

Madoka: I’m at Grandpa’s villa right now.

Madoka: I found some paper airplanes.

△△△: I probably forgot them there when I last visited!

Madoka: Makes sense.

Madoka: It seems like the cleaning person found them and saved them.

Madoka: If you want them, I can bring them whenever I see you next.

*LIME end*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: Hmm…

Tenma: Hey, what are you staring at so intensely? Walking while on your phone isn’t safe, you know.

Misumi: Ehehe, sorry~.

Misumi: Umm, I was just replying to Madoka…

Misumi: …Alright! Sent!

Tenma: Okay, let’s go then.

Misumi: Yeah! Practice time, practice time~.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door opens*

Kumon: Ah, they’re here, they’re here!

Tenma: Hm? What are you reading?

Kazunari: This month’s online survey results!

Misumi: Waah, I wanna look too~!

Muku: “Shiro from Sardine Search is so cute! I love him so much!” Fufu, I think so too.

Yuki: “Thanks to the streams of the performances, I’m able to see all the subtle changes in the performances that I otherwise would’ve missed out on.” …That’s a good point actually.

Kumon: It’s so great to get all this feedback~. I get super hyped just reading them!

Kazunari: Totally! Tenten and Sumi got a lotta feedback too.

Yuki: Here’s one that says, “I really liked all of the paintings Shinonome-kun from Sky Gallery did and I’d love to see more of them.”

Misumi: Ehehe, I’m glad~.

Kumon: This one here says, “After watching the stream again, Rio became my favorite Tenma-kun role!”

Tenma: Huh, Rio.

Muku: There’s a lot of feedback we got about roles other than the leads and co-leads.

Kazunari: All the characters are just that interesting thanks to Tsuzurun’s scripts.

Tenma: That’s true. Nice to see that fans seem to understand that too.

*Door opens*

Kumon: Ah, it’s like we summoned them here with our talking! It’s Director and Tsuzuru-san!

Tsuzuru: Hey, good work, you guys.

Izumi: Since you’re all here, can we quickly borrow you before you start practicing?

Izumi: You guys were just looking at the online survey results, right?

Yuki: Yeah.

Izumi: Perfect timing.

Izumi: As you can probably tell from the survey responses, we’ve started putting out streams of past performances…

Izumi: Since we’ve been getting more and more feedback on past performances, it seems like it’s become a topic of conversation among the company.

Kazunari: Definitely.

Tsuzuru: When I was reading through the feedback, I got the sense that a lot of it was related to the supporting characters too.

Muku: That is true.

Yuki: That’s what we were just talking about too.

Izumi: So we were thinking of something interesting for what we could do with that information.

Tsuzuru: And we thought it’d be interesting if we did spin-offs that focused on the supporting characters as the main characters instead…

Izumi: Exactly what Tsuzuru-kun said.

Misumi: That sounds like a lotta fun!

Kumon: Yeah, and super interesting too!

Izumi: I’m glad you think so. I already went ahead and discussed it with Sakyo-san and we came up with a plan.

Izumi: And we wanted to ask you guys to be the ones to kick the whole thing off.

Tenma: Us?

Izumi: Here’s the proposal--.

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

#a3!#a3! translation #misumi ikaruga

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soranihimawari · 1 year

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Needle & Thread

An Azumane Asahi x reader short

Word count: 2.2k+

Rating:AAF (azumane asahi fluff)

Warnings: none, a little ooc moments from Sawamura & Suga//unspecified gender!// fluff

I just wanted to say perhaps Azumane having a crush is something I’d love to read about every once in a while. Also, this is how I think he hypes himself up mentally when yn is around

All was well in the home economics lecture hall at the community college you were attending this semester. The fashion course you had signed up for had been advertised as an introductory one and though you may have been one of the youngest designers among your peers, yet your desk mate was another student definitely from another part of your city.

You were always intrigued by both his designs as much as he was enamored with your use of unique materials when you had much simpler projects due. Perhaps it was your use of felt and wirework that inspired him to create an ornate jewelry set for that week and maybe he inspired you to create a three piece suit in hunter green and navy. You each had received praise from both your peers as well as the professor who hummed with a curt smile during the review.

Now, as the chimes on campus begin their late night tune to announce the hour, you settle into your seat and wonder about the young man whose seat has remained vacant for the second week in a row. It’s not like him to be absent, you wonder. Yet you recall him mentioning his volleyball team had won all necessary matches in their prefecture. Your professor drones on with the attendance list since art courses, especially design ones at that, where time is of the essence. Your sketchbook along with your personal tablet holds the keys of the past designs you had breathed into existence. As your attention is drawn back to the front of the classroom’s whiteboard, a singular word was written there: BIRDS.

The hell are we supposed to do with this? You think. Funnily enough, as you were zoning out, your hand had already picked up the stylus and you had already begun making several shapes that resembled crows’ feathers. The fact you remembered your deskmate had a little white crow plush on his sewing fabric bag to show ‘school pride’ must have been the silver lining when you continued to sketch a few more key components for the dress you will attempt to create.

An hour goes by and pretty soon you had a more refined sketch of the completed outfit. Your professor stops by your desk as you add a few more details thus tapping their index finger on the desk to announce their presence. You slower your stylus strokes of color to give your professor your undivided attention.

“Fascinating design as always,” they say.

“Thanks,” you reply. Holding up your tablet, you give a brief summary of the birds you chose to showcase with the completion of the project.

“Hmm… a crow and a pheasant, huh?”

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe adding some hints of sapphire satin or even amethyst tulle to the bodice…”

“Given your design, I suggest a more pliable fabric, but if sophisticated chic is what you were aiming for, try playing with nylon and pleather fabrics for those details,” was their advice.

You nod.

“By the way, y/n,” the professor pauses before moving on to the next workstation. “I heard Azumane-san’s team won against Inarizaki today. You ought to text him later.”

You feel the blush creeping up the back of your neck as you realize your professor’s intention on feeding you that intel. Your brain seems to have short circuited as you hear their voice give other advice a few work stations ahead. Nervously swallowing the pooled saliva in your mouth, you feign a cough as you shake your head side to side to reset your focus.

Class wraps up about twenty or so minutes later. On the train ride home, you decide to search the intramural results. There in the black white newspaper sports pages for the Tokyo City News you see the results from today’s match. You swipe that article away and immediately open your text message chain with Azumane, A.

It’s forty-five minutes post the Karasuno coaches’ “Light’s Out” call when suddenly Azumane’s phone lights up with your name flashing across the screen. He immediately picks up though the others the ace shares the room with suddenly scramble to take possession of his phone.

“Oh ho? Is that text from the illustrious y/n?” Sugawara wriggles his eyebrow.

“Or is it from your mom this time reminding you to buy her a souvenir?” Sawamura teases in a light hearted tone.

The fact Sugawara brings up your name so casually causes Azumane’s ears to sort of turn a magenta hue.

“And so what if it’s y/n?”

He unlocks his phone to read the texts you sent him. The first was fine:

-Y/L/N, Y. (23:13): Professor Z told me you had a game today. Missed having you in class tonight. Congrats on winning against Inarizaki! :]

His phone vibrates in his hands again after staring at your text for about five more minutes. There is something about your cheerful demeanor radiating over there words you sent that make Azumane’s face flush—perhaps when he returns to class he’d muster up the courage to ask you to walk home together. Maybe even pick up some hot cocoa at the combini near the train station by the college.

-Y/L/N, Y. (23:25): Been home for about an hour or so now. You must be tired. Is it too late to call?

“So, before you mentally shut down for the night Asahi,” Sugawara sits up on his mat with his arms crossed over his chest. “What did your crush say this time?”

“Suga!” Sawamura used his eldest sibling's tone this time thus forcing a playful yet sincere apology to come from the vice captain. “Ya can’t just blurt out facts like that aloud. I mean sure our Asahi is tall, devilishly handsome, and our charming ace finally has someone who caught his eye…”

“Y/N w-wants to call me,” Azumane’s voice is a mixture of excitement and nerves. It’s eerily similar to the first time he attended practice again in the dingy gym back on campus, yet glancing back to the way he was then versus now. He slides his phone in his pajamas pocket while reaching for his hoodie at the foot of his bed.

With an abrupt and politely uttered, “I’m headed out for a bit.” Azumane grabs his hoodie and slides the balcony door open. He slips on a pair on house slippers as well. Tokyo and the neighborhood they’re staying in seems to glow in the wintery haze. Once the door is closed behind him, Azumane taps his reply. He presses the green arrow only to be greeted with a delivered message under his reply. A couple minutes go by as the winter wind whistles through the barren tree branches in surrounding the hoteru when a familiar ringtone designated just for you reaches his ears.

Meanwhile, Sugawara and Sawamura updates the rest of the team of their ace’s latest installment rightfully dubbed by Yamaguchi: ‘love but make it fashion’. Even Kiyoko and Hitoka-chan were included in this team chat. Though by now most of the team had begun to drift off one by one prior to Azumane dialing your number.

Azumane breathes your name with a visible puff of air.

“Asahi,” there’s a cheerful register in your tired voice. It’s like a warm invitation to stay awake for a little while longer. “I’m surprised you’re still awake at this hour. Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“Yeah, but I figured you could fill me in on what I missed in class today?”

“Oh,” you sound a bit disappointed. “Professor’s word today was BIRDS. It’s the theme for the next project.”

“Ah, I see.”

You hum into the receiver. “You played a really great game today. Saw some highlights on the late night sports recap on t.v. Almost makes me want to ditch classes tomorrow and cheer your team on, haha.”

He chuckles after regaining his composure because surely you’re flirting with him right now, yes? Absolutely.

“We play Nekoma next.”

You suppose it’s your turn to be a bit bold. A small smile tugs at your lips. You hear the wind whistling in the background.

“Is that an invitation I heard from my dear deskmate?”

“Yes.”

He hears you struggle with the sheets as you sit up bolt straight in your bed. A soft thud he imagines came from you clumsily hitting the back of your head on the wall by accident and a curse escapes your lips as you feel your heart beat increase.

“Smooth ass motherfucker,” you mutter through gritted teeth. “When do you play?”

Azumane on the other side leans against the railing trying to suppress his laughter. A few more minutes go by before your call ends with an open ended promise of attending the match in a few days time.

Come the morning, you awake with a bit of a headache. Your phone rests charging by the end table in your room along with a glass of water your parent typically leave behind before reporting for work. Across your bed on the wall located next to your computer desk is a rip off calendar themed with Chococat imagery. You realize you forgot to tear it off the night before, so as you mentally replay the conversation you had with your fashion course classmate, you hum blissfully to yourself until you pick up your phone with wide eyes.

“Oh shit!” you whisper yell into the air. “No way! It can’t be that late. Right? Arugh!”

Kicking off your sheets and tearing off the date off the calendar, you rush into the hallway to wash your face in the guest bathroom of your residence. Afterwards, you decide to dress rather quickly opting for the jeans and crew neck sweater along with a beanie to keep your ears warm when you leave. You knew attempting a day trip to Tokyo would be an ambitious endeavor, but if your parent can do it, so can you. You send a text quickly after sorting out a travel drawstring backpack complete with bottles of water, a few almond butter and jam sandwiches, your wireless headphones, your Canon AE-1 35mm camera, and external battery pack.

Leaving a note behind on the kitchen counter for your parent in case they would eventually blow up your phone like the first and last time you left for a day trip (to go shopping with materials at the beginning of the semester-long course) with a girl friend from your school.

The total amount of travel time to reach Tokyo, more specifically the sports arenas where the Intramural Spring Tournament for Volleyball was held, had been estimated to be a solid ninety-minute commute via trains. Apparently luck was on your side since most trains had been running on time. Renewing and purchasing the student monthly pass at the automated ticket kiosk had been a breeze and now you stand on the designated platform; you wonder if this rush of excitement and nerves will be as close as you’d ever feel to what Azumane felt when he (and by extension his team) walks on to the court. Once you arrive at your final stop (since your trip included two transfer trains), you walk off the up escalator and breathe the bustling capital city warming air. You see a sign for the local coffee haus: within a matter of fifteen minutes, you leave with a warmed bagel in a small brown bag and a cup of coffee. You follow a few cheerful students who came to cheer on their classmates; you figure you’re headed in the right direction when you bump into a voluptuous blonde who seems to have a very unique outfit despite the weather.

“Whoops, sorry miss,” you apologize as politely as you could.

The blonde raises an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you, then something changes in her demeanor as she extends her hand to you.

“You came to watch Karasuno beat Nekoma, right?”

You sip your coffee and nod. The bag with your bagel crinkles in your other hand.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to the arena where they’re playing. I’m gonna go cheer for my little brother,” she adds.

You bite into your bagel quickly before she calls out over her shoulder, “Tanaka Saeko. Call me Saeko-nei.”

“Y/L/N.”

The walk to the arena doors isn’t that far, nor is it too long. Saeko fills you in on what you had missed since the tournament began (or rather when she arrived with a few of the neighborhood ex-volleyball club members) to formulate the Karasuno cheer club. She had dubbed themselves that considering how the school was once considered powerhouse.

“Flightless crows?” you continue eating your bagel while pondering upon the insulting title. Saeko points to the banner hanging over the railing with the team’s motto: FLY. You crumple the now empty bag and toss it in the next trash bin while you still sip your beverage.

“Crows aren’t flightless creatures,” you mention to Saeko when she joins you in the second row of the bleachers. “They’re quite intelligent. Besides, a flock is known as a murder. How flightless were they?”

For once, the blonde remains quiet. She has a pensive look to her face, so much so that when other members of the neighborhood alumni come to join you two, one of them asks Saeko who you are.

“Oh, this is Y/L/N-san. They sort of bumped into me on the street on the way here, past the bakery. Mentioned they wanted to watch the match.”

“So you just tagged along?” the man with glasses and a kind smile asks. “Y’ know you shouldn’t really talk to strangers, haha.”

You shrug, mentioning that if it weren’t for his blonde friend you’d be even more lost and would probably be at the arena when a good chunk of the matches were done for the day. The man nods as he adjusts his glasses.

“I wanted to see what a classmate of mine does with his spare time. Attending fashion courses isn't cheap either,” you stick with the truth. “Besides, I go to a different school; one where a few of our sports team clubs were cut due to lack of funding. Unfortunately volleyball was one of them.”

“That’s awful, sorry to hear that,” the man continues. He turns to see Saeko busy conversing with another alum along with the rest of the drum line. “You want to sit here to stay a in the next section over? You might see your friend better from there.”

He points to the front row a few meters away close to the railing. It’s close enough to the side of the net where you would presume Azumane’s team would play.

Meanwhile, in the locker room provided for Karasuno today, an entirely different conversation was happening.

“Did Y/L/N contact you?” Nishinoya wonders.

“You better not freeze out there if you see ‘em,” Sawamura teases.

On the other side of the bench, two first years are having another tussle of words as well that had little and or nothing to do with trying to Azumane to calm down.

“Quit it boke!”

“You’re going to break my brain even more Bakayama!”

Azumane for the life of him decides to silence the room and his fellow teammates with a sharp squeak of confusion in a poor attempt to mask his incoming text tone. Funnily enough, though the majority of the club had already changed into their traditional ebony uniforms, hearing their ace squeak made them shut up rather quickly.

-Y/L/N, Y. (10:59): do your best. I know you and your team deserve to win, Azumane-san. Win or lose, you’re still an ace. [ : oh! And a damned good designer.

A strange sense of calm comes over Azumane when his shoulder receives a gentle yet affirming squeeze by Kiyoko who just nods with a small smile. Surely everyone knows of you, but considering how their friend currently stares at his sent reply to your message with a mere thumbs up emoji accompanied by a ‘Thenks’ line a child on the morning of their birthday, they knew they might need to cover for him for the first few plays of the match.

Lo and behold the telecasters begin their normal routine checks not too far from the court you’re standing above. The anchor men are having their microphones hooked on their lapels when a different chime to announce the hour goes off. You watch as both teams enter the court with to begin their warmup routines. It doesn’t take too long for you to open your bag to pull out your camera and watch as a few members of your classmate’s team take to the air to hit the airborne ball back over the net. Others on both sides of the court continue with their stretches. You snap a few photos here and there to test out the original settings, making adjustments as needed.

The game begins with a shrill call of a whistle. You hear the team chant and when you lower your camera for a split second, the player in the black jersey with a bright “2” on the front grabs Azumane’s attention; with a swift nod in your direction, your eyes meet briefly.

“Holy shit,” the ace who rarely curses suddenly becomes nervous all over again.

You just mouth out a quick “focus & excel,” with a raised fist.

And for once in his young adult life, Azumane Asahi chooses to embody the very definition of those words.

“Ready?” Sawamura asks him with a smirk.

“Let’s play,” Azumane chuckles preparing to receive the first serve of the match.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #sora scrbbles 2023 #azumane asahi x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff

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mickittotheman · 1 month

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Weekly Tag Wednesday

Thank you to @stocious for tagging me!!!

🔠 Name: call me Mechy (like mickey but mech like mechanic)

🌀How do you pronounce your own Tumblr handle in your head? Mick it to the man but said very quickly

🪟 When you look out the window right now what do you see? My blinds are never not closed. But if I were to open them I would see a wall.

💼 What is the most unusual profession someone in your family was in? Hmm well for a brief period of time in college I worked as the basketball team’s mop boy. As in, I was the one who sat on the sidelines with a fancy mop and had to run out and wipe away the sweat left on the floor each time they fell. Very glamorous, I know 💅

🎨 What hobby were you really into as a kid? I was weirdly into survival stuff. Like, I has multiple wilderness survival books, I knew how to set up a campsite, I had a pocket knife collection, I would bring a little emergency kit everywhere with me. Mind you, I never actually went camping until I was like 20. I still have some of the survival books and I still have an amped up version of my emergency kit in my bag tho lol.

🔍 First autofill google result when you type ‘How can I…?’ “how can i help you in spanish” ???

🎶 If you were the main character in a sitcom, what song would be playing during the opening credits? Hmmm I’d say either I’m Just a Kid by Simple Plan or It’s Jungle Out There by Randy Newman (which is coincidentally the opening credits song to my favorite sitcom when I was a kid. Monk counts as a sitcom, right???)

🎬 What’s the last movie you watched? Did you enjoy it? What genre is it? I think it was Nope ? I loved it. Horror/ sci-fi.

🎥 What is your favourite movie genre? I honestly don’t watch movies that often. I guess I would say queer films? But the more upbeat ones. The Gay Deceivers, To Wong Foo Thanks For Everything Julie Newmar, But I’m A Cheerleader, The Birdcage, Jennifer’s Body, etc.

What movie would you recommend? All of the above listed. Also not a movie but each episode is basically movie length so I am going to seize this chance to recommend Psychopath Diary

👯‍♂️ Do your IRL humans know about your fandom life? If you’re a creator, do they know you create? My friends do. They are mostly aware that I write fics/do art on occasion. My family absolutely not.

🚣🏼‍♀️If you could do one activity with your pocket/fandom friends what would it be? Omg I fumble irl interactions so bad. Ummm card games. I feel like Cards Against Humanity would be hilarious with some of yall.

Okay tagging @gallovichhhh @jademickian @sillygoofygoobersstuff @mickeym4ndy and @sgtmickeyslaughter if you want if not I'm just saying howdy 🤠

#weekly tag wednesday

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faithfromanewperspective · 7 months

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Gotta do it. Will Herondale. He's neurodivergent. Go

damn it you had to give me a difficult one. Other than the ‘all herondales have adhd’ joke headcanon that’s not really a joke. Hmm. He’s the perfect example to me of someone who grew up with very neurodivergent parents who were totally fine with it and celebrated each other and as a result he’s totally fine with being as weird as possible despite and even because of obvious ways fake curse did a number on him. In TID it’s hard,we don’t see the real will very well, fake curse and all, but he doesn’t really fit any stereotype and I love that for him. And yet he’s EXACTLY what I’d expect or Edmund and linette’s kid, Cassie has invented genetics again, even from what little we know about them. He makes me want to rewrite the DSM as a continuous thing based on Vibes rather than discrete categories but then again so do my own parents. I don’t know. To me he highlights how the deficit model of everything doesn’t work. Because Will Herondale is weird and amazing and the kind of stubborn the shadow world desperately needs at the time. And I’m still at such a loss.

#will herondale #neurodivergence #someone help me out #I’m so stuck let me keep thinking this one over

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spontaneousglitterbees · 1 year

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Legally required to ask for Kokichi for the ask game

[For this ask game]

gosh ur so right anon. I am so sorry this got readmore levels of out-of-hand full spoilers for NDRV3 and also rated C for Current Hyperfixation.

favorite thing about them

Counter-intuitive, but I know my past self (including the era when V3 came out) would have hated Kokichi for the same reasons I like him now. Mainly:

I really did go into V3 expecting to loathe Kokichi as a nuisance at best; I’d been spoiled on Ch. 4 before getting into DR because I thought ‘my aim sucks I won’t play it anyway’ and, loving bees and assorted bugs as I do, I figured Gonta would be my favorite. And I mean, he’s up there, but this little shit. How dare he be an engaging character.

Unsure where I said it previously, but Kokichi seems like the kind of guy who would run a How to Beat [X Movie] channel out of earnest (admit so or not) love for the thought experiment of it all, which isn’t just relatable, but a very interesting Type of Guy to have in your killing game scenario. The one constantly pushing the boundaries, but not quite meta-level aware they’re in a video game; genre-savvy and trying to Actually Accomplish Something Constructive. He also goes about it in such a way that launches a couple malatovs at every bridge he has, which, having been anxious and overly rejection-sensitive in high school, is fucking wild to me. You are going about this in the worst way you could, on purpose, and that is fascinating. Mentally I am putting him in a microscope slide because What Is Your Deal

Plus, the way he constantly has some kind of front up to a point where Saihara can’t decide who he really is by the end of Ch. 5… hmm chameleon complex? I find it quite simple, really. Unclear to me if they meant to make him Like This but doubling down on constant over-performance of social signals because communicating frustrates you and it lets you feel some small degree of control in your life is (in my experience at least) very autistic of him and as a result hearing the whole V3 cast consider him entirely indecipherable down to the bitter end… oof ouch real anxieties?

least favorite thing about them

A) Some of the iconography they chose for his talent. Which I’m pretty sure they pretty much ditched outside promos? So B) Some of his art in the wake of Ch. 4 is… wonky, but not in a way that looks fully deliberate? It undercuts the drama for me a bit. I think Kokichi seems much more menacing when he drops pretenses entirely and just goes blank instead of trying Very Hard to act out a particular emotion (like he does pretty much all the time). Instead of the demon face, something more like this?

favorite line

I blame this for getting "The more that you suffer, the more I enjoy it" stuck in my head, plus the combo of "Now you'll never, ever forget me for the rest of your life! [...] I stole your heart, so now I'm satisfied." The two surface Kokichis asdfghjkl

Looking for quotes though it came to my attention that in Chapter 2 he says "[...] I wanna win this killing game! So I'm not gonna run from it, I'm gonna crush it! That'll be waaaay less boring, don'tcha think?" kicking screaming they knew exactly what they were doing

shipping and handling

tbh I less ‘ship’ and more ‘please make them interact with one another’, so grains of salt I suppose!

brOTP

Kokichi + Miu. Gotta find who in the amalgamate server said ‘in any other circumstance they’d be besties’ because they are Correct.

OTP

This is a self report but like fuck it we ball Kokichi ♢/♠ Kaito

If you know the intricacies of what that means you may be entitled to—

Pretty much this vine

nOTP

I guess I'm a little squicked thinking of Kokichi/Gonta in a romantic sense? See at least in TAPP they've still got a Lot to talk about before comfortably calling one another 'friend' instead of 'working on it'

random headcanon

Ah a lot of these are already sprinkled in TAPP so what’s one y’all haven’t heard before,,

He started painting his nails during the game initially to interrogate (RE: get-to-know) Rantaro, and kept doing it to discourage himself from biting his nails and cuticles all the time. There's only like one sprite where he does it, but I think it could be a nervous tick

TAPP!DICE may not be real but the tea party policy absolutely is

I've drawn him in skirts doing outfit memes, but I think for him it's less concrete than feeling like dressing femme sometimes and more that, post-game and organization-less, he has no idea who he's supposed to be anymore and is throwing pretty much everything at the wall in many facets of his life. Including but not limited to saying 'screw uniforms' and seeing how long it takes him to get in trouble with HPA for wearing different clothes every day. After long enough unchallenged he starts getting his classmates to do it too. Considering... their entire circumstances in TAPP, they get away with a lot more than the other classes

unpopular opinion

Is it unpopular to say that some of the info from Kokichi’s FTEs should have been in the main plot? The knife game scene, besides being my favorite, seriously clues the player into what he’s like beyond the artifice without having to posthumously dump that exposition in his room, and that a lot of players confused by him are likely to miss out on characterization that would clarify things Irks Me.

song i associate with them

Oh, only one song? Too bad, 'cuz I Can’t Decide - Scissor Sisters

My other cop-out is 'Cause I’m a Liar - Mcki Robyns-P, which I’m working on a cover for in Synth V

Other than that? I haven’t built up nearly enough song-based associations with the DR cast yet somehow, but I’ll throw in Queen of Nothing - The Crane Wives which is less a Kokichi vibe than “I’m writing TAPP!Kokichi in the wake of Chapter 5” vibes. Isn’t this what you wanted? Time sure feels like it’s running out. Finish what you started, Queen of Nothing, wearing such a heavy crown.

I don’t know if this is in the spirit of the prompt but the thought did occur to me that a Trial 5 animatic to I’m Alive from Next to Normal would slap really really hard actually.

I need more peppy songs in my life, is what I’m gathering.

favorite picture of them

Let’s split it like this:

Favorite from the game? Probably this one

The face of a man asking “what are you gonna do, shoot me?” promptly before getting shot.

Sprite? This one

Is it genuine curiosity? Is he mocking me? Some mysterious third thing? Yes.

and a fanart that lives in my brain rent-free (the-everlasting-ash). Linking instead of reposting bc please support the original artist. There are many, many wonderful pieces of fanart out there, but this one carved a niche in my brain and stayed there (it is the cover image for DR art on my phone on account of Stunning).

Also for the uninitiated on TAPP- [Talent Acquisition Pilot Program AU Masterpost]

#answers #Anonymous #ask games #danganronpa #dr #new danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #took me so long bc i made a gif and a sprite edit #genuinely surprised I couldnt find that bit from randy writes a novel in gif form #so i made it myself (thats why the gif is amateurish OTL)#also first DR sprite edit i hope its okay #i kept the pose the same and just tried to change his face and reduce the shadow intensity #sometimes the most powerful menace is a lack of it #TAPP AU #TAPP AU adjacent

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