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rendy-a · 8 months

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Pretty late but congrats on the follower milestone! Hope you reach an even higher goal 🫶🫶

If you are still taking in the event requests then may i please request for a Floyd and Riddle rivalry in asking for a dance? Their interactions are pretty funny ingame so i thought it'd be interesting lol

Well, I'm not entirely happy with this but I've sat on it long enough so...I'm just sending it out! It ended up being far more about Floyd mischievously setting Riddle up with a date but I guess that's close enough!

“How dare you,” Riddle asks in a low and menacing voice. Most people would find the severe slant of Riddle’s eyebrows, scowling expression and deep red flush to be signs of danger but Floyd only seemed further entranced by his anger. Floyd’s eyes were blown wide with excitement as he spread his sharp teeth into an even wider grin. “Speak up, Goldfishie,” Floyd drawls, “I can’t hear you from way down there.” Riddle’s face screws up as he choaks down his words. Under normal circumstances, you’d expect to hear the call for a collar come from his mouth but tonight was different.

Days prior, Crowley addressed the gathered assembly of Night Raven students to remind them of the importance of the upcoming Goodwill Dance. “Nothing will reflect more upon you than your conduct among your peers at this dance. More importantly, nothing will reflect more upon me. So, that means you’ll watch your manners!” Now, Crowley looks forlornly at his hands as thought overcome with sorrow. “Ah, my poor reputation. Tarnished by unscrupulous young persons!” He wasn’t wrong. The students of Night Raven had been known as troublemakers for good reason. They delighted in causing mischief to their rival academy Royal Sword and were not selective about how they did it.

A number of pranks and questionable deeds had already befallen the princely students of RSA. The last one, a spectacle that resulted in a certain mer prince’s shining red hair being ‘accidentally’ dyed a shockingly bright purple, Crowley had gathered the wayward students of NRC to lay down the law. “You’ve made trouble with our illustrious neighbor and, what’s worse, got caught!” Several students snicker in their seats, understanding the clear message. “In case I am not being heard, there will be no other instances of trouble until this Goodwill Dance concludes…OR ELSE!” While most students took Crowely’s warning as a mere suggestion to be cleaver with their pranks, one took it as absolute law, for the rules are the rules.

Riddle clenched and unclenched his hands again to try to relieve his anger that the headmaster’s rule had made it impossible for him to vent. And, oh, did Floyd know it. He’d delighted in testing just how far he could push the red-haired dorm leader without having him boil over. It was almost funny until you got dragged into the mix. “Say, Goldfishie, are you going to ask the Prefect to the dance? If you aren’t fast enough, I’ll steal them away from you and you’ll end up sad and alone. Aha ha.” You’d looked at Floyd in wide eyed shock at the statement before both you and Riddle had broken into sputtering. “Wha..what are you saying, Floyd?” you stammered. “Tha…that is a serious breach of etiquette!” shouted Riddle at the same time. Your reactions had given the eel a certain amount of entertainment and he’d chosen to keep prodding Riddle about it all week long.

You avoided both Floyd and Riddle as much as you could for the rest of the time leading up to the dance. It’s not that you were angry like Riddle, it was just that Floyd had hit a nerve. Perhaps it was silly after being isekai’d into a new world, but you’d still felt hopeful that you’d be asked to the dance. After Floyd made a scene in the hallway like that, all over school, students were placing bets on who’d ask you to the dance; Floyd or Riddle. Only, you were pretty sure that neither one planned to actually ask you, which threw a wrench in your plans. The reputation of your fearsome suitors was enough to ward away other students; the rumored love-triangle robbing you of other options. You’d been feeling really down about it too. Unfortunately, the only one you had to complain to was Grim. And complain you did. Frequently. Surprisingly, your furry partner actually seemed to listen.

“Hey, Riddle!” Grim demanded with his hands on his furry hips, “What did you do to my minion?” The Teapot Tyrant let out a startled gasp and peered over the table in the library at the direbeast. “Keep it down, this is a library!” shushed Riddle as sternly as he was able to in library volume, “Now, what is it that you want with me?” Grim points accusingly up at the dorm leader, “They’ve been upset all week, grumbling and complaining about that stupid dance. It’s interrupting my dinner. My DINNER!” With one final scowl, he accuses Riddle, “You’ve stolen the Prefect’s chance to get a date to the dance and now you have to make it up to them so I can eat my tuna in peace!”

Riddle quietly assesses the situation, “The Prefect is upset over the dance? And I’ve…stolen their chance to get a date?” Grim doesn’t reply, merely crosses his arms and glares up at the red-haired boy. “So…so you are saying that I should take the Prefect to the dance?” Riddle asks? Then he flushes as he thinks it over, “Me and the Prefect, at the dance together?” Finally, he tilts his head at a haughty angle and offers Grim a prim stare. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to then. Not! Not because I want to! But! But I have to!” With another deep flush coming over his cheeks, he pouts and declares, “According to Rule Number 53, anything stolen must be returned. If I’ve stolen the Prefect’s chance to have an escort to the dance, then I must return it.”

As much as Riddle tried, he was unable to avoid Floyd and find time to ask the Prefect to the dance. As the day of the dance dawned, Riddle decided that it was just as appropriate to ask the Prefect AT the dance rather than before. Yet, here was an obstacle, a 191 cm eel determined to stand in his way. “I don’t have time to play with you now, Floyd,” Riddle hissed up at the smiling mer, “I only have until the end of the dance to make things right with the Prefect!” Floyd’s eager smile prefaced his mocking retort, “Make things right? That’s none of my business.” Riddle scowled back at him, clearly believing it was Certainly! His! Business! after he was the one who started the whole mess. Riddle choked back his anger and made an attempt to push past Floyd. However, when he extended his hand to push him aside, a smiling Floyd instead grabbed it, “Why, Goldfishie, I didn’t know you wanted to dance with me. Aha ha.” Then, tugging the flustered Dormleader by said hand, he pulled Riddle out onto the dance floor.

With a sharp turn, Floyd pulled Riddle into a waltzing hold and tugged him into the dance. Riddle’s face twisted up in frustration, but he was too proper to break the etiquette of the dance and angrily fell into step with the eel. Both boys were talented dancers and able to mostly ignore the dance steps and hold a conversation in angry whispers instead. “What is the meaning of this, Floyd?” Riddle demanded. “Night not going how you wanted?” Floyd asked with a long lazy smile. “You know perfectly well what I’m trying to do! Now, stop getting in my way!” Riddle answered the question in an angry huff.

“I’m not the one getting in your way,” Floyd said calmly, “you’re getting in your own way.” Riddle looks up at his dance partner incredulously. “I most certainly am not!” he retorts sharply. “Then why’d it take all this to get you to ask the Prefect to the dance?” Floyd replies as they finally fall into silence. Why had it taken such extreme lengths to get to this point? Riddle flushed a touch while he mediated silently on his feelings. Finally, he looked back up at Floyd and asked in a small voice, “So what do you recommend then?” Floyd smiles and pats Riddle on the head, earning him another scowl, before he leans in and whispers, “Don’t overthink it.” Then he gives the shorter boy a shove that sends him backpedaling until he collides with another student.

“Ah!” you exclaim as you feel someone bump into you from behind, nearly sending you toppling over. You regain your balance and turn to see who’d been so clumsy. “Riddle,” you weakly observe. He stares at you, seemingly frozen. You had prepared a scolding for the rude person to bump into you but obviously you changed your mind about delivering such a speech to Riddle. Instead, you awkwardly rubbed your arm and waited for him to say something. When he doesn’t respond you start to turn away, “I guess I’ll go first then.” Only a hand catches your arm before you can leave. “Wait,” he calls softly.

You stop and look back at the flustered Dormleader. He mumbles something while avoiding your eye. “What was that?” you ask him. He blushes a deep red, looks straight into your eyes and repeats, “I’d be very honored if you’d allow me to be your escort for the remainder of the dance.” You give that a moment to process, “Are you asking me to dance?” He gives a short nod and you break into a smile. “It’s about time,” you say and hold out your hand. He gives a start and stammers, “Were…were you waiting for me?” You slip into a dance hold and look into his earnest face, “I don’t know. Maybe I was.”

From across the dance floor, two sets of mismatched eyes watch the nervous couple navigate their first dance. “You know, I’m quite amused by this outcome,” Jade muses, “I thought you’d play with him far longer.” Floyd shrugs, “It was getting boring, so I decided to help him out.” Jade puts a hand to his chin, pretending to ponder that, “Oh? Now you are becoming as benevolent as the great Sea Witch herself. How very surprising.” Floyd shrugs his shoulders, watching Riddle turn the Prefect in a spin. Then he smiles at his twin, “I don’t know about that. Maybe I was just thinking it would be far more fun to let him get attached more before I steal the Prefect away.” Now it is Jade’s turn to smile, “I’ll look forward to it.” The dance continued with smiles gracing the face of many a student; some lovestruck, some full of fun and others full of mischief. Each one full of a promise of things to come.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #500 follower event #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts x reader

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strugglingatart · 3 months

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Jr Year ep4

This is me live blogging bc I need to get thoughts out also would love fandom friends full spoilers bellow the cut just so no one accidentally reads anything they don’t want to this will be long

I have wanted most if not all of Zac's and Murph's shirts this season

I still have issues with the multiclass system but also no school thing has made the most sense in universe

I believe you and that's why I'm not saying anything is SUCH a trouble friend mood

"what's the drinking age?" "you have murdered SO many people"

BRENANS FACE WHEN KALINA SAYS I'M NOT BAD ANYMORE OH LORDS

the whole Kalina/Cassandra/Kristen scene is so nerve wrecking and interesting and once again I can talk so much about this topic and I know I have critized Kristen's approach but that's bc honestly I do have issue w it despite understanding it but it does make for an interesting arc and with this conversation it does seem like she believes in this domain of faith on the unknown. I will at some point talk more about from the point of someone who also left a culty religious thing but was still expected to perform similarly once out of it but my thoughts are still not the most organized

that being said I do not trust kalina and i do love cassandra

when you're in the dark I'm there holding your hand why am i crying

not kvx still being a thing lmao so Brennan

oh I just love how complicated but absolutely Bill Seacaster is the whole trust thing, the money going to the nemesees, there being a whole department, honestly that's a department I'd work for it's basically spy and gossip stuff

but also poor Fabian having to go through all this head ache stuff alone

watch Caperslolly Cattlekrush not be a direct nemesis but someone from her party be yes Fabian get that service!

I too keep thinking it is rat ccrushers no t grinders and will absolutely get it wrong

the gorthlax art is PERFECT

my school nurse did not have sweat pants but ok murph(i also absolutely am not from the us idk why i keep pointing out diferences)

they each will have a foil in my head so why just one owlbear contender? also is riz in the bloodrush team?

grinding for xp is so much weirder and terrible imo in this context also should be less effective bc like lbr experience is important like thinking on your feet etc like yes they are probably equal level and Brenan will play them well but they should absolutely not be as good as the bad kids at actual adventuring

I love how they all are so agro tho bc I get it and love the energy and I would absolutely be that mad

YES SOMEONE CALLED OUT THE HIPOCRISY

xp isn't bad if you at least still DO INTERESTING STUFF TO GET IT

if brenan makes them like grinding i will become as agro as the bad kids so far lol

gorthlax gave great advice, that being said i do hope they get a lil bit petty and end annoying grinders

nooo Gorgug (cries) I really want him to do well

listen I am so emo about gorgu's storyline like it's just no thoughts just feels and all of them

listen i don't do character builds but it does not sound to me like artificer and barbarian are THAT ill fitted, like yes the require different focus levels and types but they are also USED in different moments, nothing is stopping Gorgug from using his down time to come up with gadgets that work WITH his strenght and dex and rage and then use reckless abandon in battles. I think even th solar lasso is very much an example of that because it uses his strenghts, he's realing it in with atheltics checks iirc or how his shoes have jump like yes absolutely a challenge and not the most obvious but people are acting like it's impossible when it absolutely isn't

we love Corsica Jones

Riz helping Kristen <3

Brenan is absolutely having so much fun with Ayada's messages

Listen Fig does not need to go to warlock classes, no one in the school knows she is a warlock just do bard and barbarian and help your friend

also i get that procrastination girl

Please I want Fig and Gorgug to work on a song together and for us to get that scene so bad

Aelwynn is a whole entire mood

well that answers me: riz is not on bloodrush

I KNEW BRENNAN MADE THEM STUPID RATS TOO GOOD I HATE IT BUT I LOVE IT

wouldn't detect magic tell riz what enhancements she has? cause otherwise it's nnot THAT useful for spies (which is reason #1 the gadget exists)

oh brennan REALLY made people we will all hate

Yes Bucky I adore him

someone please go home with Fabian

ohhh Brennan put extra stakes at Fig just quitting/failling auegfort since she technically doesn't need it

oh warlock classes are night classes, kinda love that for Fig and also good for her being good at it

also looove the talk about exchanges and that

FIg could make an album out of pressure and expextations that woul be rad as hell

RAGH we love him

LISTEN Ragh should be like party guy, he was absolutely popular and is older and it takes stuff away from the bad kids to do

oh Fabian goes into it immediately we stan

Listen Ally is MASTER of weird ass energies and I love them for it

they truly are such dorks and somehow cool at the same time

I cannot tell if they don't know milkyriver's name or if they are benedict cumberbunching it and I love that

literally everything kalina says is so threatening

also the bad kids should count as followers of cassandra like they are not clerics sure but they ablsolutely belive in her... do only clerics/paladins count?

LISTEN BRENNAN WE DON'T NEED MORE PROBLEMS

oh the shard and red thing that was in one of the arts

oh I REALLY thought they were gonna split party this

I do hope the party still goes well

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #adaine o'shaughnessey #fabian aramais seacaster #fig faeth #gorgug thistlespring #kristen applebees #riz gukgak

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richonnesbitch · 1 month

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Hi this isn’t really an ask about Richonne but related to TWD. So I had stopped watching after season 7 (except to catch up on Rick and Michonne’s scenes) because of Glenn and having jumped back into TWD universe because of TWOL, it’s actually so bizarre to me that Negan is still alive…but not just alive, apparently has somewhat of a redemption arc (??) and Maggie even interacts with him (???). I understand as someone who has not kept up with the show that I’m just not ‘getting it’ but it seems as though it almost reaches into the realm of impossibility that someone would not kill the man who brutally murdered the love of their life and father of their child….even with the sake of their community. Do you know if the general fandom actually like how that storyline progressed? I can’t help but think if it had been Rick or Michonne they would not have been able to let that go ever and would have killed Negan eventually.

No, you absolutely ABSOLUTELY get it perfectly!!! They don't kill Negan and the show really declines in quality because of it. For one thing, the only reason Rick doesn't kill Negan (he actually slits his throat but saves him last minute) is because of a very rushed and forced scene of his dying son Carl telling him not to lol. Like that's the only reason Rick doesn't go through with it. And Michonne backs him up, of course, because she wants to honor Carl and also support Rick. And Maggie and Daryl are PISSED because of this. Richonne decide to stick Negan in a cell the rest of his life and for about two years it stays that way until Maggie and Daryl start plotting to kill him. Are they wrong about wanting him dead? Of course not. But the way they go about doing it? It's so wrong. Long story short, they come up with a plan to distract Rick (which accidentally leads to his "death" and capture) while Maggie basically guilt trips Michonne into handing over the key. So Maggie goes in and you know what she DOESN'T do? Kill him. All that plotting just to not even kill him. Because I guess she wants him to suffer the rest of his life.

Anyway I kinda stopped watching TWD at this point so I'm not really sure what happens over the years but somehow after richonne is gone Negan is free. Everyone literally hates him so bad but just refuses to kill him? Like. Therefore no reason they aren't able to kill him now. Richonne is gone, no one is guarding him. Anybody could take him out at any time. And they just don't? Like hey wanted to make him the biggest baddest villain but at the same time a redeemable and relatable guy (two things which really can't coexist).

And then Maggie and Negan get a spinoff because Maggie needs Negan (of all the people in the world that she knows) to help save her kidnapped son. She hates him to death but just won't kill him. There's no reason not to kill him. But she just won't. And she won't forgive him either. She's in this purgatory where she can never get over Glenn's death because of it. I'm sorry to say but they did Maggie so dirty.

So to answer your question I think a large majority of fans DID NOT like Negan being kept alive. It ruined the show and characters in a lot of ways. And if Negan had killed Michonne, Andrew Lincoln himself said that Negan would have been dead. And Michonne DEFINITELY would have killed Negan if he had killed Rick. Those two definitely would not have let it go. Which I guess Maggie didn't really let it go either, but they still won't let her do it? Like to me it's just out of character for her not to. But the writers for some reason love him too much for that to happen. It's just so weird to me???

Anyway, I'm sorry this was long. I hope I answered your question!

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teaveetamer · 2 years

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I think you hit the nail on the head with "I’m not implying people who like the character support any number of horrible things in real life.". A lot of Edelstans tend to think that liking a character means supporting their actions like irl politicians when it's not 100% that at all.

Edelgard as a character is just a weird one with regard to the fandom culture. Like, her most ardent supporters will insist that they love her because she’s so interesting and complex and “morally grey”… but then if you start listing off literally any bad thing she has ever done they will vehemently insist that she didn’t do it, and if she did do it then it wasn’t that bad, and if it was bad then it’s not that big of a deal, and if it was that big of a deal then it wasn’t her fault, and if it was her fault then you must have deserved it somehow. And like? “Nothing is ever her fault but if it is then she was 100% justified” is the literal exact opposite of interesting, complex, or morally grey. It’s antithetical to the concept of moral ambiguity.

It makes discussion of this game utterly impossible because it’s very clear that there is a certain subset of the fandom who relate to the character so hard that they will view any even minorly negative thing said against her as an actual personal attack on them. And that’s just? Exhausting. It sounds exhausting. If you feel THAT strongly then you probably shouldn’t be trying to have discussions about that character at all, because at best it’s going to wear you down and make you hate the game or the fandom, and at worst it’s going to completely and utterly demolish your mental health.

Like I love Takumi. A lot. Like a lot a lot. Probably the closest I’ve ever come to “kinning” a character (is that what the kids are calling it these days?). I also thought a lot of the fandom memes around him were dumb and annoying (#BlameTakumi being one of those lol). I cannot even imagine how godawful I would feel if I went into every. Single. #BlameTakumi post to argue about how actually Takumi has never done anything wrong in his life ever and if you make jokes about him you’re just a big hater who personally insults me every time his name is even on your lips and actually I don’t think you deserve a platform here let me organize a campaign of other people who also think the meme is stupid and are willing to harass you until you delete absolutely everything you have ever made just because you made a stupid edit of Takumi’s face with png flames around it and #BlameTakumi so you could post it on a story about how you accidentally dropped your Pizza in the parking lot for the haha funny jokes fandom bandwagon except it’s NOT a haha funny joke you’re literally slandering my precious boy and that’s literally unforgivable because that means you’re slandering ME personally and if anyone DARES cross me so help me god I will do the same to you.

Like Christ even just typing that out was exhausting. I can like a character without approving of everything they do, and I can look at negativity surrounding that character and say “oh that sucks, I don’t like that. Anyway, moving on.” Some people REALLY need to learn how to do that.

#edelgard discourse

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sadincae · 1 year

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With every “!!” i get, I’ll introduce you to an OC!

My sunshine boy Naoise!!! He's a Pathfinder1e character I played fairly recently. He's a summer sidhe, a starsoul sorcerer, and an absolutely cheerful mess who I love so much.

Naoise is extremely happy all the time, and extremely stubborn. Once he sets his mind on something, that is what he will believe until the day he dies. He dislikes purposely causing harm unless those he cares about are in active danger, preferring to talk his way out if possible. He wants to be friends with literally everyone with very few exceptions. Essentially, everyone is either his friend, or will be his friend in the future.

He does have two people who he is closer with than anyone else, however, which would be two nobles of the Winter and Summer courts, Julius and Aislinn respectively. He's completely oblivious to the fact that these two hate each other immensely, and that both really like Naoise.

He initially left his homeland of Tír na nÓg to search for Julius, who had gone on a mission to the connected world of Hadreon and had not yet returned, nor even contacted anyone since leaving. Naoise nearly completely skipped out on training and learning about Hadreon in his eagerness to find his friend, and was thus woefully unprepared for what this new world had in store.

He managed to make more friends, learn Common well enough to at least speak and understand what was said to him, and make no progress in actually finding Julius for a long time. He followed some rumors of sidhe-related activity though and made his way northward to the country of Tomra with a caravan, making even more friends as he grew closer to a specific party of three others.

While helping those in Tomra who were recovering in a war (with the sidhe specifically, but Naoise tried to not think too much about that), he met some rebel sidhe (very nice, if misguided, friends!), was the accidental reason some kids got killed (they got better, it's fine!), helped his friend Archibald set up a drakon noble on a date (he got kidnapped, but it's fine!) and eventually he helped his group traverse the Glass Wastes, the dangerous northern edge of Tomra, in order to recover some airships up there and to free some of the poor souls who had been trapped within the glass there, and for Naoise specifically, to see if Julius was potentially there (spoilers: he wasn't).

It was around this time that he did end up actually getting into contact with Julius via speaking to him through dreams, and he was was livid that Naoise had come to Hadreon alone since he didn't think Naoise would be safe, and that he was going to find him and bring him back to Tír na nÓg. That was fine by Naoise! He was just happy his friend was okay, and that he would be able to see him soon.

After Julius did eventually meet up with Naoise (not before teleporting into the freezing ocean a couple times, lol, lmao), Naoise stayed long enough to help his party clear out one of the airships, rescue one of the only remaining sidhe on board, and take down the captain who was succumbing to corruption. He was sad to leave his new friends behind but did want to return home with Julius, so he said his goodbyes and made his way back home.

Well, for a little while. Julius still had a mission to complete which he had put on hold to grab Naoise and return him home, and Naoise was insistent about coming along with him... and also having Aislinn come along as well, since he'd missed his other best friend immensely in his absence. To further complicate things, Aislinn was very intent on making Naoise a noble as well which would be kind of impossible if Naoise wasn't around to finish the training for that, and Julius wasn't about to let Aislinn screw things up more if he did leave Naoise behind with him......... so Naoise ended up having his way. No one is happy about the situation, except for Naoise, who is just happy to travel with his two best friends.

They definitely aren't going to cause more problems in the campaign.

Surely not.

Never.

#.:: { answered asks }#echotheghost #i miss naoise so much;;;;; my stupid pink ray of sunshine #the consequences of his actions have already had effects on things #so there's that at least :3c

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benjaminthewolf · 1 year

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Buster (Brawl Stars) Lol 2

My first ever commission story, written for @luci-voracious-blog

Ah, I’m so happy!

WARNING: DIGESTION, FATAL VORE, CHEWING, BLOOD, BONES IN STOMACH, CRUEL PRED

(And no this isn’t the uniquely difficult writing project I was talking about lol, this was already done when I posted that.)

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Much like the vast majority of the humongous giant-oriented world you lived in, Starr Park was rather difficult to navigate around as a Borrower. The towering booths that ensured you were practically invisible to anyone attending business there, the game equipment that was many many sizes too large for you to use, the ride seating whose handlebars could not properly hold you, it was rather disheartening yes, but at this point, you’ve for the most part gotten used to it.

Your Borrower claws which allowed you to climb did slightly mitigate for these size disparities, but nonetheless, as it was all but impossible for you to patron this theme park like all of your much larger colleagues, any time you entered the park, your first and foremost priority was, naturally, making sure you weren't going to get accidentally squished, rather than figuring out what attraction you were going to go to next.

Of course, this was slightly less of the case once closing hours came ‘round, but nonetheless, scurrying your way across the cobbled grounds of the park, you still knew you had to be careful.

Thus, the moment that your Borrower ears subconsciously swiveled to attention upon the distant clobbering of oncoming footsteps, you immediately stopped in your tracks, so you may be able to properly survey the circumstances.

Crouching with caution behind a booth, gingerly grasping onto its brightly colored cloth covering, you listen rather intently as the constant, echoing beats of footsteps only continue to grow louder. You could tell there was only one set, and that this person’s gait was rather heavy in nature, but that was just about all you were able to tell. It wasn’t until the mysterious person in question at last entered your gaze were you able to pin an identity to their steps.

You give a vicious shudder as you fiercely suppress an instinctual squeak of terror. You knew this person. You knew this person quite well. As ever since the initial incident, the local Borrower community living around Starr Park had absolutely not shut up about him.

The moment the reports came in that one of your own had entered into the area past closing hours and hadn’t been seen coming out by anyone, (this combined with the fact that this particular Brawler’s car was the only one left in the parking lot at the time, and that the body was ever recovered), had lead the vast majority of Borrowers, you included, to come to the obvious conclusion. Whatever Buster had done to the poor person in question, it had most likely resulted in their death.

“Well hello there, short-stuff!” a voice suddenly called from above you.

Giving a sudden, frantic squeal as you instinctively leap a few inches away, you aren’t even given by Buster the proper time to contemplate what had just happened before he has wrapped all of his fingers tightly around your being, trapping you within his grasp, and leaving you fully at his own mercy as a result.

“Heh, so lost in thought back there that ya couldn’t possibly even notice the danger right in front of ya huh?” he sneers, bringing you closer to his face.

Internally cursing yourself for not paying attention to where Buster was when reciting his probable crime in your head, the considerably larger, sunglasses-donning, sleeveless Brawler proceeds to chuckle at your utterly helpless being for a while before at last speaking again.

“Welp, guess this means there’s only one thing left to do!”

Upon the utterance of this sentence, your heart skipped a beat.

“I am a little hungry after all, so, I suppose that would mean…IT’S TIME FOR ANOTHER SNACK!”

Your blood almost instantly ran cold. “ANOTHER snack”? What could that possibly mean? Buster, of course, could’ve just been talking about food, but…it was still, in fact, rather indeed possible that he was instead referring to…………your heart practically lurched forwards into your throat. No, there was absolutely no way he could be talking about THAT, could he? He couldn’t! He absolutely couldn’t! RIGHT?

Naturally having sensed your sudden terror, Buster gives a smirk. He does not follow up this action with any words, however. Instead, rather cunningly, he opts in an exceedingly calculated fashion for the considerably more explicit and thus more intimidating motion of simply opening his maw. His body seemingly knowing all about his scare tactic as well, decides to compliment the gesture as such with a couple of low growls emulating from the giant Brawler’s middle.

If only your poor brain even had the resources required to label your suspicions as all but confirmed. Casually tossing your limp, unresponsive, yet still definitely awake body straight into his maw, Buster immediately snaps his jaws shut, the resulting crash instantly forcing your being back to attention as you involuntarily spasm from the shock.

Lifting your head up off of the soft, squishy surface of the tongue, you just barely avoid scraping said head against the rough ridges at the roof as the reality of the situation at last begins to settle. Buster swiftly opens back up his jaws, leaving you as such with but a fleeting second of hope where it was indeed a possibility of leaping right out of the area, however rather quickly douses this hope, and thus any chance at all you had of making an escape, as his jaws come falling back down again, however this time, with one of your skittishly reaching arms placed right between them. You aren’t exactly able to feel the impact when it hits, but upon retracting the poor limb back inside the maw, you are able to immediately discern that there was indeed, right upon your skin, a considerable amount of blood.

Not even daring to give your poor body a break, Buster suddenly forces your body back downwards as the front of his tongue folds over onto your being. Now that he has a weight keeping your down, the relatively gigantic Brawler, calmly and cruelly, maneuvers your body back over to his teeth, a poor little leg getting caught between the mollaras, before at last coming down upon your tiny, fragile body once again, tearing up the skin upon said limb, and causing it to start significantly bleeding as well.

It is finally at this point that Buster decides he has had enough of playing with his food, and as a result, carefully lifts his tongue off from the bottom of the maw just slightly, in order to condition your for future caution and gentleness, before instantly and aggressively flinging your poor being straight off the muscle, flying en-route for the gullet, causing you to splat harshly against the plump, dangling uvula, before your lower half slides cleanly into the gullet.

Merley working off of instincts at this point due to having been tricked, the second you are able to take note of the smooth sack of flesh, your body knows what to do.

Buster is just about ready to swallow, thus squeezing you into his esophagus that would escort you all the way down to your doom, before, completely out of nowhere, he fiercely lurches forwards, and is forced to suppress a gag.

Swiftly shaking off the initial shock of the matter within the next few seconds, however, Buster is rather quick to realize that all you have done on the inside of his maw was grab hold of his uvula, holding on firm for quite literally dear life, therefore causing the now considerably more calm Brawler to, in a rather unimpressed manner, give a lengthy sigh.

“That seriously all ya got?” he scoffs out to your being on the inside with a rather dragged-out eye roll.

This little display of mockery is almost immediately followed up with a gulp, that which forces your lower half and midsection down into the esophagus, leaving only your upper half, head, and arms free from its squelching force. As this now reduced your little uvula hang maneuver to to that of a game of time, the clock constantly ticking down on you, all you are able to do at this point is tighten your grip further, although you implicitly knew this was all in vain, as Buster swallows again, causing the uvula to get rather stretched out from how far it was being pulled, as most of your chest is pushed through.

An audible, shuddery breath is suddenly heaved forth from your chest as you are suddenly able to hear the unmistakable squishy sound effect that was Buster swallowing once more. Knowing quite well you couldn’t keep hold on his uvula any longer, you are rather reluctantly forced to finally slide all the way off the thing as a result, your hands slipping off in spite of their firm grasps, causing it to bounce back to its normal hanging position, as your head and arms at last join along with the rest of your body, and are squeezed into the esophagus as such.

Buster on the outside gives a rather satisfied sigh paired with an extremely euphoric grin as he is able to feel your being getting rhythmically squelched down his throat. Placing a couple fingers upon the slight bulge you were making in there, Buster casually flops down and leans up against the stand you had been previously attempting to hide behind, preemptively patting over his continuously rumbling stomach as he does so.

Back on the inside, whilst the thick, goopy walls of the throat only continue on with their squeezing, you are suddenly able to pick up the solid, firm heartbeat resonating out from Buster’s chest, as well as the lower, rumbling growls stirring deeper within. It doesn’t become very long then, before you are able to notice the lower esophageal sphincter, as it at last opens up, and welcomes you into your doom.

The moment the sphincter squeezes you through, however, you are able to sense something instantaneously brush past your face, before it naturally subsides and you are left without it once more. Pretty soon, that mysterious essence is revealed to be that of air, as Buster casually lets out a belch that rings out through the park, and is even able to reach your ears despite your current position.

……………..Reach your ears, that is. Not your brain. Not even close to your brain. From the start, from the mere instant you had entered into this place, it had standed at absolutely no chance whatsoever.

Your assumptions, in the end, that had been conjured within the long, long, long ago of Buster’s clenched fist, had, indeed, ended up as being completely correct.

A barren, intact, lifeless skeleton lay floating aimlessly, without any speakable resistance, along the sloshing waves of the acids. Acids that, as the belch had no chance at reaching your brain, held no similar chance of reaching the organ at all, leaving you only able to sit yourself down against the squishy, slick walls of the churning, gurgling stomach, whilst all sensory aspects, including your rapidly fading eyesight, present around your being were nothing other than null. Nothing to see anymore, nothing to hear anymore, nothing to feel anymore, nothing, nothing at all. And most of all, there was no longer anything to think. Not now, nor ever again. Just as had been the truth for the skeletal Borrower before you, you, yourself, were nothing else, but bound to meet the exact same fate.

Meanwhile, back on the outside of the situation, Buster was…well…enjoying himself rather excessively.

Allowing his tongue to loosely loll out of his mouth while his drool dripped downwards until it splattered into a rapidly growing pool against the floor, Buster leisurely allowed his hands to rub themselves all over his midsection, throwing in the occasional pat, as, for the second time this occasion, he could feel something rising up in his throat.

Spewing out one last reverberating belch as it rings itself about, Buster teasingly smacks his lips, as his heavenly state of euphoria only continues to flow forth. He had been waiting ever so patiently for this moment, so, so patiently! And now, it had finally arrived. That moment being, of course, the moment a Borrower once again entered the park when it in and of itself, as well as all the establishments within were well past closing. And now, just as was promised, you would never, never ever, not within anyone’s wildest dreams, think a single thought again.

Your skull, at long last, has been seared clean. No flesh remains. At last, it is perfect.

The two floating bodies of cruelly striped remnants bob and heave along with the acid levels as they are rumbled and sloshed about. Cordially greeting each other in the way that only dead bodies can, the two skulls embrace each other, for there is nothing more than the other that can keep them company now. No sights, no sounds, no thought. This was their shared reality, and it was one they readily planned to enjoy, just as did Buster, with many, many, many… more to come.

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obsessivelollipoplalala · 2 years

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It boggles my mind that anyone can take what Rudi says at face value. Yes, sometimes liars tell the truth, but this is a guy who has repeatedly lied and spread false rumours around about Freddie for nothing more than clout. And harmful rumours at that - he wants us to believe that Freddie not only cheated on Jim with Barbara Valentin, but also put her at risk of contracting AIDS (he claimed they had sex in a bathroom in 1987, after Freddie was diagnosed.) That isn’t a little white lie, that’s a disgusting accusation. So forgive me for thinking that whatever comes out of his mouth, is nothing but sensationalist nonsense.

What bothers me about the Jim quote is that it sounds like something right out of a cliche Hollywood movie. I’m not saying it’s impossible that Freddie might have watched the footage and commented on his love for Jim, but Rudi frames it as if this was some astounding revelation, when in reality Freddie was very open about his love for Jim around trusted friends and colleagues. He’s clearly doing this as another, “Freddie and I were so close! He told me he loved his husband, I’m so special!” Because anyone who takes the time to actually research what Rudi says about Freddie will know that’s the narrative he pushes.

And of course, he just has to throw drugs into the mix. I have a hard time believing that Jim was sniffing poppers, because there’s no mention of that in his book. He didn’t shy away from saying that he smoked cannabis in his life, so I don’t understand why he’d cover up taking poppers. Again, I’m not saying it’s impossible. Maybe Jim was so drunk, he didn’t remember taking them. Maybe he included it in his book but it was edited out because they thought it was irrelevant. Who knows? But I get the impression that it’s just Rudi trying to emphasise the whole Freddie-was-an-out-of-control-drugged-up-party-animal image that he also loves pushing.

Believe me, I love the idea of Freddie watching Jim onscreen and gushing about his man. But when that claim comes from someone who’s notorious for spreading lies, I’m inclined not to believe it. Should we take Lesley Ann-Jones seriously just because she sometimes told the truth in her book? David Brett? Barbara Valentin? The crazy queen stalker? No. That’s absolutely absurd logic. Just because they’re sometimes truthful doesn’t negate the fact they’re dishonest 99% of the time. The consequences of lying is that everything you say is forever scrutinised. They made their bed and now they have to sleep in it.

And to the people who get annoyed when others (rightfully) express disdain at unreliable sources: grow up.

Well! You took the words right out of my mouth lol. Yes, yes, yes. Rudi is a notoriously unreliable source and that doesn’t change just because he says something cute or vaguely plausible. Recap: Rudi claimed he filmed Jim doing poppers at Freddie’s 39th birthday in Munich, and Freddie lovingly watched the footage back like “that’s my husband!” And Rudi threw in general stuff about Freddie loving Jim.

It’s not that this story is completely unbelievable, but this comes from a liar and it contradicts an actual reliable source—Jim. We have Jim’s firsthand account of the party and he mentioned nothing like that, but he did mention Freddie accidentally being drugged and having a panic attack as a result. Why leave out his own drug experience and not Freddie’s? It’s possible he forgot, but Jim told us about the time he got drugged in a club while in a relationship with Freddie, and it was a really unpleasant experience, so that’s doubtful (Freddie was not pleased when that happened, either!). Like you said, Jim told us he all but stayed away from drugs except for an occasional joint in his day. He turned down cocaine for cats lol.

It’s important to emphasize your other point, too. This story isn’t impossible, but it does push the “these wILd gay guys and their crazy drugs!!!” narrative that Rudi has pushed before. He has an agenda to make Freddie and his lovers out to be wild, and this story from a known liar contradicts a firsthand account? Forgive me for being skeptical.

Like I said in my other post, Rudi often seems to wrap up his fanfiction in truthful, general statements made by other people to give his stories credibility. That could easily be what’s happening here. He didn’t actually say anything new about Freddie’s feelings towards Jim that we haven’t heard from other people, as you pointed out. The people who knew Freddie knew he loved Jim. Freddie instantly got cute with Jim when he first met Anita! None of what he said in that section was new, juicy stuff lol. He just likes exaggerating his importance in Freddie’s life, like a typical clout-chaser.

Rudi told big lies, terrible lies, and it’s common for weirdos like him to tell smaller, less egregious lies, too. If he’s willing to lie about the big stuff, then why would he not make shit up about the small stuff, too? That’s what habitual liars do. I agree, I don’t see why we should trust him any more than Barbara or LAJ or the Brett biography. He’s proven to be a liar time and time again. It’s just common sense to not take what he says at face value lol. People who lie consistently are bad, actually, especially when they do it about dead people who can’t defend themselves 🤷‍♀️

#Freddie Mercury #jim hutton #queen band #// drug mention #replies #Anonymous

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tealchameleon · 1 year

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lmao accidentally (purposefully) started shit in one of my group chats from school. It’s not a club or anything just a big group chat called “we need friends” for ppl to socialize and shit. Well one person was randomly like “I have a husky does anyone else have a husky they want to breed with mine” liek dude wtf. A) why do you have a fucking. HUSKY. In texas B) ppl that breed dogs give me the ickies SO bad like dude they’re not just fucking commodities to buy and sell they’re ANIMALS, not only do you have a husky in a shit climate but you’re gonna make more?? For your own personal gain????

Anyway I could not help msyelf and I commented something mild like “lol no offense but how can you own a husky in texas…?” And boy oh boy did I open a can of worms lol. The original guy was dense as shit and could not effectively come up with an argument agaisnr me and the like three other ppl telling him what was wrong with that. First he said “well I have tons of neighbors with huskies” ok lol that still doesn’t make it right. I then explained it like, “they have SIBERIA in their name do you rly think TEXAS is anything like fucking SIBERIA.” And this mf, I kid you not, responded “ok well if I get a French bulldog do I have to live in France?” Like wow dude. Astounding comprehension and critical thinking. Totally did not miss the point at all.

Finally he realized he wasn’t gonna win and got hella defensive, and he tried explaining to us “well when it gets hot out I don’t let them outside, they’re always inside.” Yes, he said “always inside.” Always. Like good on you for not letting them die of heat stroke but cooping them up inside constantly also sounds quite inhumane too. These dogs are bred to pull sleds, run like hell, all in extremely cold weather. You have provided none of those conditions. I finally just had to buckle down and tell him like dude, I’m sure you think your dogs are happy and to some degree im sure they are, but when picking a breed you absolutely HAVE to consider that dog breeds are a thing bc dogs were BRED to fulfill very specific niches. If you don’t replicate those conditions, your dog will definitely not be living its best life. It’s way more important to find a dog that matches your lifestyle than one you just think is cute/is a purebred. Oh and what do you wanna bet that this guy bought them instead of adopting…

So yeah basically with the like 3-4 us telling him that he finally dipped and stopped arguing his impossible case. Sorry dude but you’re not gonna say that shit in front of me and expect me not to call it out. My neighbors had huskies too dipshit, and I wanted to bash their heads in too for getting dogs so ill fitted for our climate.

TLDR huskies do not belong in texas, dogs are not just fucking ornamental accessories that you can force to live whatever lifestyle you have, and always adopt instead of buying

#shit pissed me the fuck off #I tried to mind my business I rly did #but a HUSKY #in TEXAS #you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me dude #personal #deep #I’m honestly just glad I had ppl backing me up #bc when I sent that first message I was like #welp time to get hated on by everyone lol #but luckily most sided with me only like one person was dumb enough to defend that guy #and they dipped pretty fast too lol

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ace-ace-attorneys · 2 years

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AA Ask game: 50, 51, 52

sorry that it took me a bit to get to these! i should have anticipated that i’d be indecisive ahah

- 50: Fav moment?

it’s honestly impossible for me to choose a single favorite, i doubt i would even be able to narrow it down to ten favorites lmao, but here’s a moment i really like that was the first one to pop into my head: Edgeworth’s objection in 1-3 in order to prolong the trial. (“I was hoping to come up with a question while I was objecting, Your Honor. …I didn’t.”)

i like that moment so much because, especially in hindsight, it’s incredibly significant character-development wise. it’s one of the turning points of Edgeworth’s arc. it’s the first proof we get that the noble man Phoenix believes he is is still in there somewhere, and Phoenix is slowly starting to drag that deeply buried conscience out of him. in that moment, he just wanted to know the truth, and it hits hard knowing that a year or two later, he’s made finding the truth at all costs his whole philosophy. this was really the moment that started him on that journey, and by his own admission, it’s almost entirely because of Phoenix.

(also, it’s hilarious)

- 51: Saddest moment?

this question made me realize that there are a lot more really heartbreaking moments in AA than you would expect from the silly anime lawyer game lmao. again I could never really choose just one, but a plotline they use a few times that absolutely destroys me every time is when a character thinks they may have accidentally killed someone when they were little. they do it with Edgeworth, Ema, and Athena (am i forgetting any?) and while they all emotionally ruined me, I think there’s something especially compelling and awful about Athena’s. even though it turns out it's not actually what happened, the idea of a child "taking apart" her mother without understanding what she was doing is unspeakably sad and disturbing. for a specific moment, I’m torn between her “did I kill my mother…?” and the mood matrix segment where Simon takes the stand and lies desperately to try to protect her. it’s also been a while since i played DD and i only played it once, so I can’t remember all the specifics but that’s one I still sometimes lie in bed and think about lol

- 52: Funniest moment?

(DGS2 spoiler warning!)

in the first investigation day in DGS2-3, Ryunosuke and Iris go to Van Zieks’ office to ask him some questions. while they’re there, examining various things around his office leads to a series of very funny dialogue as they criticize and muse about Van Zieks and the decor… while he stands there within earshot, exasperated but unwilling to actually make them leave. this exchange in particular had me in stitches:

Ryunosuke: Look at all those ancient casks lining the wall there.

Iris: Casks in the Reaper's chamber... ...Or are they caskets?

Ryunosuke: You, you don't think... ...all those p-people who escaped c-c-conviction in court are lying inside them...d-dead, do you?

Van Zieks: What ridiculous notions are going through your head, man? This is my collection of fine vintages!

Ryunosuke: Oh...yes, of course. Thank you for clearing that up...

Iris: Runo and I were just musing to ourselves. Don't mind us, Mr Reaper.

Van Zieks: I wouldn't, if you hadn't invited yourselves to my office to talk nonsense within my earshot.

all the TGAA escapades (especially the iconic Asoryuu tongue twister one and the one with Kazuma and Sholmes on the boat) are also absolutely hysterical to me, but they’re technically non canon so idk if they count.

thanks for the ask!!

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #athena cykes #simon blackquill #ryunosuke naruhodo #iris wilson #barok van zieks #skye speaks

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gladerscake · 2 years

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Just a Touch

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. Shameless fluff, my teeth are rotting. Wouldn’t have it any other way lol Enjoy!

You and Gally were friends. That’s how it always had been, ever since he let you on his team of builders, and how you thought it always would be.

As staggering as it initially was that the rough and tough Keeper had warmed up to you, you welcomed it thoroughly.

You were comfortable in each other’s presence. Working alongside him was fun, with your lighthearted conversations and the multitude of inside jokes you had come to share. Having lunch together had become a fairly regular thing for the two of you and being in one another’s company throughout the day, even when work wasn’t involved, inevitably brought you closer.

You liked Gally very much. Admired him, even. He was strong, one of the strongest boys in the glade, which was saying a lot.

He took his job and responsibilities with utter seriousness and made sure to keep order in everything he did and everything his builders did. Whatever was made by him was sturdy, durable, safe and would probably last way longer than anyone would expect.

He was strict but he was fair. Sure, he could be a bit harsh with his criticism and you pitied any poor shank who’d find himself on the receiving end of it, but it was never undeserved.

Despite Newt’s opinion that the builders were much better with their hands than they were with their brains, you believed that was wildly false for Gally. He wasn’t dumb in any aspect. His sketches, designs and measurements were sometimes too complex for even you to understand, but he knew exactly what he was doing and he did it confidently.

As much as you enjoyed his work-focused and resilient side, his laid-back and genial one pulled you in even more. You loved seeing his boyish grins, hearing his deep laughs and snickers, watching the crease on his forehead disappear as you and him relaxed together after a long hard day.

It was also impossible not to notice how protective Gally was of you, and it wasn’t just because you were the only girl. It was because he cared. Though you already had a few months of experience working with the builders and could definitely be trusted to be left alone with your tasks, he would still keep an eye on you, just to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself.

He never let you carry anything he deemed too heavy, and every protest you had on the matter was ignored. It got a bit annoying at times, but you knew it was one of his ways of looking out for you and you couldn’t help but find it sweet.

While it was perfectly okay for him to occasionally lift you off the ground or deliver you a playful nudge, it was absolutely not okay for anyone else to try it. Whenever it looked like someone was getting a little too close, he would appear out of seemingly nowhere and immediately put a distance between you and whoever was pushing their luck. You didn’t mind it. You didn’t really want anyone except for Gally doing that kind of thing anyway.

You and him were close, you were thankful to have a friend like Gally.

Friend… He was your friend.

Just your friend.

The words that normally wouldn’t have a shadow of a doubt behind them, you now had to repeat to yourself, over and over again.

All because of one mere moment that had taken place a few days ago and refused to leave your mind since.

You and Gally had just finished putting together a new ladder and were about to head off to dinner when he suddenly stopped, his bluish-green eyes narrowing before a chuckle fell from his mouth.

“What?” Your brows propped up at him in questioning “Is there something on my face?”

He shook his head, a soft grin forming on his lips “No. Not on your face.”

And then his hand lifted, reaching to pull a spiral of sawdust out of your hair, his calloused fingers inadvertently threading through your soft locks as he did it.

It was a second. The lightest, most innocent touch. But it was at that second that you felt time stop.

You had no idea why that small gesture felt so… intimate, but it did. Your breath halted, an unfamiliar spark of warmth and excitement igniting deep within your chest as you felt blood rush to your face.

Like a gong booming through your head. Like something that had been forming, building up and simmering for months was ready to shine through, and Gally had just flipped the final switch.

His fingers were gone too quickly, the piece of sawdust floating to the ground as you momentarily locked eyes with him.

The piercing gaze that normally brought you only comfort and tranquility was now making your heartbeat quicken with an emotion you couldn’t say you had felt before. It was new, disorienting and a bit frightening. However, it was also intriguing, compelling and immensely difficult to resist.

“Hey, you alright?”

Gally’s deep voice swiftly brought you out of your trance as you managed a shaky nod before the two of you proceeded to go grab some food, all while you idly tried to ignore the hammering of your pulse.

That was the moment something in your and Gally’s relationship shifted.

Whatever that one touch of his had set off, you couldn’t shake it, and all you knew was that you wanted more of it.

The thought of romance had hardly crossed your mind before, but now every time you looked at Gally, you felt it filling your mind like a thick fog, disregarding anything your better judgement had to say about it.

Every warm feeling you had towards him had amplified, molding into something else, something beyond your control.

As you and Gally sat by each other’s side after dinner, stretching your muscles and talking about your plans for the next day, your eyes kept flickering to his face much more frequently than they used to.

His vibrant eyes, the curve of his brows, the faint freckles that dotted his skin, his lips that looked so inviting… He was handsome. Very handsome. How could you have not noticed that before…?

Your movements felt like they were being guided by some unseen force as you gingerly moved a little bit closer to him, your arm nearly brushing against his.

Gally stopped talking, his head tilting to look over to you in curiosity.

You stayed completely still, afraid to breathe as you awaited his reaction, your gaze fixated on the dancing flames of the fire you sat by.

By the sudden silence you figured he was taken aback by the closeness, but much to your relief, he didn’t seem opposed.

There was no telling what was running through his mind, what exactly he was feeling.

But when his arm moved, tentatively wrapping around your shoulders and bringing you into his side, you knew for sure what you were feeling.

The next few days passed quickly with you venturing into the new territory that laid before you and Gally.

Fleeting brushes of your fingers against his, soft nudges of your knee at lunch, your arm gently circling around his here and there.

Gally still wasn’t bold enough to initiate the contact that now felt doubtlessly more than friendly, but he never rejected or avoided it.

You realized that this was just as new to him as it was to you, so you were happy to take it at a steady pace. With every touch he returned, with every time the distance grew smaller, you felt your heart beating with unremitting hope.

Gally wasn’t pulling away. Whatever was happening between the two of you, he was leaning into it. Slowly, cautiously, but he was.

He wasn’t afraid to be alone with you.

You were on the watchtower, sitting by his side in comfortable silence, you feet dangling down as you watched the sun descend and disappear behind the giant maze walls.

He had invited you to hang out there with him before, more than once, but this time felt different.

He was close, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body as your head rested on his shoulder. Neither one of you wanted to speak first, afraid that it might disturb the serene quietude you were basking in together.

With bated breath, you trailed your fingers down to his hand, timidly tracing his rough palm before interlocking your fingers together.

Though Gally didn’t object, you could feel his form stiffen beside you, and that was enough for concern to flash across your features.

Was he uncomfortable and just couldn’t bring himself to tell you that? The thought of it worried you, you didn’t want to believe it, but you had to make sure.

Your head lifted from his shoulder as you looked up at him, searching his face for answers.

“Is everything okay…?”

Gally met your soft inquisitive gaze, giving you a firm nod “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

You shrugged, slight nervousness creeping through your veins “You seem a bit tense. I’m trying not to take it personally, but…”

Gally quickly shook his head, not letting you go on as his hold on your hand instantly tightened.

“No, no, no. It’s not you. I promise.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion “Then what is it?”

Gally huffed to himself, looking away as he struggled to find the right way to put it.

You weren’t sure what the problem was, but if you had to guess…

“Gally…” You tipped your head to the side, your eyes not leaving his face “Do you just… not like being touched?”

An unusually timid half-smile curved the corner of his mouth as he returned his gaze to you.

“I’m just not really used to it. Not like that.”

You felt your hand being given an indicative squeeze, signifying exactly what he meant.

Your features softened with an understanding smile. Of course he wasn’t used to being touched in any type of way that resembled affection. All he ever knew, just like all the other boys there, were casual claps on the back or competitive shoves in the fighting circle. This, what you were offering him, was entirely unfamiliar. He needed to be shown how nice it could feel to believe it, and you were more than willing to help him out.

Slowly, you withdrew your hand from his, only to inch upwards towards his face.

You paused there, your warm gaze lingering on his “May I?”

Gally’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his cheeks painting with pink. After a few seconds of thought, he nodded his head.

Tentatively, with all the gentleness in the world, you fingertips skimmed down his cheek in a delicate caress. A feathery light touch, but it was enough to make his mind float.

Gally’s eyes closed, his chest rising and falling evenly as he relished in the foreign but utterly pleasant sensation. A comforting warmth flourished through his body as your thumb brushed over his cheekbone, your soft palm resting on the side of his face.

He could get used to this. He could, for sure, get used to this, as long as you were the one giving him that warmth.

His breath caught in his throat as he suddenly felt a tender force press to his cheek, being gone before he could fully comprehend it.

Gally opened his eyes, finding your face just mere inches away from his, a sweet smile adorning your lips as you looked at him in a way he had never dreamed of being looked at.

The impression of your kiss burned on his cheek in the most captivating way as he reached up, his hand covering your smaller one as his heart thumped in his chest.

“You’re gonna kill me, greenie…”

His low whisper prompted a chuckle to escape your lips.

“You do know I haven’t been a greenie for about five months now, right?”

That didn’t faze the builder in the slightest, a charming grin brightening his face.

“Doesn’t matter. You’ll always be my greenie.”

A wave of heat flowed to your cheeks, your heart fluttering at his words.

Your hand lowered from Gally’s face to interlace with his calloused fingers once again, your head tucking into the crook of his neck as his muscular arm smoothly wrapped around your waist, bringing you into his hold.

One single thought occupied your mind, but in that moment, it was the only one you needed.

His greenie.

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#the maze runner #gally x reader #tmr gally #gally imagine #my gif #gally x fem!reader #tmr #gally x you #tmr x reader #gally x y/n #gladers #tmr imagine #tmr gally imagine #gally oneshot #gally fluff #will poulter #gally tmr #gally fanfic

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huge-enthusiast · 3 years

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MIRACULOUS FIC RECOMENDATIONS!! (Part 2)

You can find part 1 here.

The first one was really popular! So I decided to make a second part.

The rules are the same:

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don’t put the author’s tumblr is because they didn’t put it in the fic or/and I couldn’t find it.

The only thing that changes is that I would be putting the pairing in the description of the fic.

Without further ado...

Written in the Stars by Boogum (@botherkupo here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Marichat and Adrienette.

He was the god of destruction. She was a princess whose kingdom had been prophesied to fall. To save her people, she became his wife. To save him, she would have to do the impossible. The castle has secrets, the gods are watching, and time is running out.

Chapters: 37/37

TW for mild violence.

Arrange marriage, God AU. While I'm making this list, I still haven't finished the fic, but I had to recommend it because is THAT good. The way I gasped out loud while reading some of the plot twists. The worldbuilding is so good, and even if you aren't into AUs that deviate a lot from cannon like me, I 100% reccomend it.

Need a Lift? again by Boogum.

Pairing: DJWifi

Getting stranded on a foreign planet sucked. Luckily for Nino, his rival was willing to give him a lift home. Unluckily for Nino, she was beautiful and funny and he might just be in love with her.

Chapters: 1/1

Space Bounty Hunter AU! Really sweet and funny. If you are into flustered!Nino then this fic is for you.

hey, you by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

“Have you ever had a dream about someone that changes the way you think of them?”

or Adrien has a dream about Marinette.

Chapters: 1/1

Okay so, peachcitt is one of my favorite ml writers. Everything that they write is sooo good y'all, and i'm already a sucker for adrienette, so I cannot recommend this fic (or any of theirs) enough.

double dare again by peachcitt (I told ya!)

Pairing: Ladrien (with lots of sided ladynoir)

“Don’t ever do that again,” Marinette says, maybe a little too emphatically, and Adrien looks at her, his expression quiet. His cheeks, Marinette notices, are a little red.

“But I wanted to save you,” he says.

or Ladybug and Adrien can't seem to stop running into each other. (whether that is on accident or on purpose is nobody's business but their own, of course).

Chapters: 30/30

This was a ladrien june fic! Every chapter corresponds to the day's prompts but it also continues a story. If that doesn't make you want to read it then I don't know what it will. I fear fanfic writers, they're insane.

(not) so much by therentyoupay (@therentyoupayfanfiction here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Marichat and adrienette

(The claws are sharp, but the host of Destruction—for all of his loudmouth chaos and lack of reserve—is paradoxically careful.)

Chapters: 1/1

In which Chat Noir pays a visit not long after Marinette has made a pretty difficult decision, and they accidentally make a routine.

Prompt: Marinette gives Chat a hickey. Adrien has a suspiciously similar looking hickey the next day at school...

Gotta be honest with y'all, I did not expect this fic to be as good as it is. The adrienette has everything a stablished!Marichat should have. Marinette conflicted with her feelings? Check. Adrien being a hot mess bc That's My Girlfriend But She Doesn't Know That? Check. Them being absolute idiots? Check. It's good!

Doctor, Doctor, Give Me The News (Your Lips Is The Only Cure I Could Use) by BreG21.

Pairing: Adrienette

Rainwater sloshed up from the pools they had made on the sidewalk and coated his jean pants with every step he took. He couldn't bring himself to care.

He sniffed away some of the water that dribbled down his matted head. "Yeah?"

He paused as if to consider his words while Adrien stared down at him, so lost. "You weren't wrong when you thought you knew. A part of you wanted it to be her, but it was too perfect, you let the illusion fool you because how would you get that lucky. But trust me, Adrien. You weren't wrong."

He wasn't wrong? What was he not wrong about?

You weren't wrong. You want it to be her.

And it finally clicked as a small gasp wisped past his lips. He wasn't wrong.

In which, Plagg falls ill, and with Fu gone and Ladybug being the guardian now, has to go find her civilian self-even with the knowledge that she might not like that-is shocked to realize that even with having the kwami that was supposed to embodied the very being of bad luck, Adrien could conclude the very opposite of what he had thought for so long.

He was so very lucky.

Chapters: 1/1

I screamed so hard while reading this fic. It's just one of those who gets the characters right. Do you like a good reveal? Go read this now.

Operation Mega Sleepover by InTheWild (@smellerbeee here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

When Alya and Nino drop out of their long awaited mega-sleepover at the last minute, it leaves Marinette and Adrien alone together for the night. An Adrinette one-shot with lots of fluff and sleepover shenanigans.

Chapters: 1/1

I just,,, I love adrienette fluff so much,,, I love them,,,

You, Me & A Little Bit Of The Future by joonapeach.

Pairing: this is a fortunate case of all lovesquare shenanigans™

Marinette expects some disaster on her first outing alone with Adrien.

She just doesn't expect that disaster to be her future self passing off a baby for her to take care of with Adrien.

(Alternatively... two idiots obliviously in love cooing over their daughter while acting like they have no idea whose kid this is.)

Chapters: 1/1

I think the description says anything that it needs to be said. It's really sweet and funny and I love how they just change their minds so quickly and get emo for literally nothing. Peak shakesperean dumbasery.

The entire Marry That Girl series by Miraculous_Max (Maximilian_Alexander).

Pairing: Adrienette

Let’s say Marinette has a special sketchbook. This sketchbook is filled with drawings of their future house, of Adrien as an adult in multiple occupational settings, of Marinette and Adrien’s wedding, and most importantly, their future children.

Let's say Adrien found this sketchbook.

Works: 8 (All are 1/1 chapters)

Just realized how this list exposes me as number 1 adrienette sucker... oh well. I love how Adrien doesn't feel weirded out by the intensity of Marinette's crush. He likes it! He's as weird and romantic as her! That's one of the reasons I love the lovesquare so much and it makes me happy to see that everyone is in the same boat with me.

Strenght by 11JJ11.

Pairing: Adrienette

Marinette knew she was much stronger than she looked thanks to being a hero. So when her class had an arm wrestling contest she knew that she could beat all of them with ease, but she wasn't expecting anyone else to come close.

Chapters: 1/1

Good ol' accidental reveal feat. the entire class shenanigans. I, once again, screamed for an adrienette fic. Who could've thought.

Super Fan by Taliax.

Pairing: Ladrien

It was a good thing Alya was holding the phone and not her, because it would have slipped from her fingers and shattered. How had she not noticed? She had been there, and somehow she’d missed her crush looking at her like she was an angel sent from heaven.

Forget the perfume ad. This picture was going to be her new desktop.

(In which Marinette realizes that she and Adrien might both be obsessive fans.)

Chapters: 1/1

Canon divergent from after Gorizilla. They're so dumb. That's my opinion on this fic.

How to Kiss Your Crush in Five Minutes or Less also by Taliax.

Pairing: Ladrien

He just needed to know if Ladybug needed Chat Noir. He didn't expect to learn just how much she wanted Adrien.

This would be the best five minutes of his life, if he didn't expect her to forget it.

Chapters: 1/1

CW for making out.

Set during Desperada. I promise there's a happy ending. Also Luka is there for some reason, felt really bad for him.

Laying Down the Rules: The Gabriel Agreste Clauses by LadyKae

Gen

Adrien leaves the manor on a dark and stormy night and seeks sanctuary at the only place he feels safe: The Home of the Dupain-Cheng Family. When Sabine learns why her dear boy is fleeing to her home in the middle of the night, she makes a personal visit to one Gabriel Agreste.

There's more rules in play, but not for Adrien and Marinette.

Chapters: 1/1

This is just Sabine going to beat the fuck out of Gabriel and it's really satifying ngl

4am. by hannieks

Pairing: post-reveal lovesquare

In which Adrien has the cat tendency to wake up their owners at stupid o'clock, and Marinette just wants to sleep. Cuteness ensues.

Chapters: 1/1

Really short but really sweet. If you like Adrien acting like a cat then you would like this.

Can I Date You(r Character)? by midnightstarlightwrites (@midnightstarlightwrites here on tumblr!)

Pairing: Adrienette

Adrien turned to her, something unreadable in his gaze. “Are you ok with this?” he asked.

And what a loaded question that was. Was she ok with it? Was she ok with the one guy she couldn’t seem to get over in real life kissing her in a game of Dungeons and Dragons? When she put it like that, it seemed a bit silly to get so worked up.

It was just a game...right?

She was ok with it, right?

“Sure,” she lied. “I’m ok with it.”

When Adrien's character falls in love with Marinette's, they decided to date in-game. What could go wrong?

Chapters: 7/?

THIS ONE IS SO CUTE. You want to scream??? Read this.

two idiots and a hamster by Boogum (again) and carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Pairing: Adrienette

How do you hide your superhero identity from your roommate? (spoiler alert: badly)

Chapters: 5/?

Once @anna-scribbles described this fic as "is literally the closest i’ve ever seen a fic come to matching the energy of canon", and I couldn't have described it better.

And that's all for now! Next time I will probably make an only DJWifi list since I've been treating them so dirty lol.

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BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant

Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.

Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬､¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.

OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD

you named your car??

you named it Hercules??

I love you so much??

please marry me you giant fucking dork???

lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks

who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do

like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment

“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might

OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES

[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it

and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you

omg they didn’t know it was All Might??

okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???

(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)

OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES

PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE

omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded

so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now

OH MY GOD

LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)

and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this

who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it

man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!

I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading

ANYWAY, SO

HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!

omggggggg

ouch

update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in

wait what

feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku

oh lol did he realize she could fly??

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest

so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku

so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help

oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks

OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS

seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man

damn this is getting intense now

(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)

well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun

anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong

(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)

OH SNAP???

AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER

(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:

1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.

2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.

3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).

4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.

5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.

6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.

anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).

basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.

anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)

anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys

En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime

OH DAMN DEKU

at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit

what in the fuck

?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape

update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun

hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy

anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them

OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU

LOL SHE’S MAD NOW

JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH

DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY

but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned

LOL YOU MANIAC

I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg

well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??

(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)

anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while

anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao

#bnha 313 #midoriya izuku #lady nagant #bnha meta #deku meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Knee highs and short skirts | N. Jm

Pairing- Na Jaemin x reader

Genre- Smut, fluff, college!au

Word count- 3.82k

Warning(s)- nsfw, softdom!Jaemin, pretty pwp, corruption kink, slight voyeurism? (they make out in public) possessiveness, dacryphilia (getting aroused by one crying or sobbing), fingering (for prep), unprotected sex (play it safe y'all this is a fiction), slightly inexperienced?reader, unintentional overstimulation (unintentional LMAOO), pretty filthy i say. Lyra back at it with smuts lol

Synopsis- It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on, but here we are.

Type- requested!

@kpopscape

It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on.

Watching you as you entered the campus had always been a sort of daily serotonin boost for Jaemin. More like, watching you smile and wave at every passing acquaintance regardless of the fact whether you spoke with them or not was a serotonin boost for Jaemin. You were extremely intriguing.

You're a jolly person, an extreme extrovert, shy at first glance of course but nevertheless outgoing, you'd had little to no problem at all at making friends. Your close ones called you the human magnet and most would agree to it. Could you help it? Company is always better than being alone (unless preferred to be alone).

The first time Jaemin saw you was when you came into the campus first bumping into not his, but a very pissed Jeno's back in a very cliché way which resulted in him accidentally pour out his anger on you, which led to Jaemin having to find you later in the day to apologize on Jeno's behalf. That experience had a very interesting impression on the two lads, well, a not too positive impression on Jeno but the opposite for Jaemin.

The next time Jaemin saw you was in his philosophy class, and god bless you and your perfect complexion complimenting all your curves and edges and oh of course, that cute black and white knee high socks that you wore with a skirt a little too short for him to stay sane and a sweatshirt loose enough to give you adorable sweater paws. That's when wanting to see you on a daily basis became Jaemin's sole reason to attend college.

The next time was weeks into talking to each other, getting comfortable to a point where you went over to each other's house, exchanged numbers, went on small platonic dates and where your friendship started to turn into a touchy one, and you absolutely loved it. Well, Jaemin loved it more than you. Watching your face flush when he'd place his hands comfortably a little too close to there on your thigh had him feel sorts of emotions he's never felt. How your eyes would widen each time he'd place playfull kisses on your cheeks, or when he pulled you onto his lap to cuddle up closer when watching a movie or two, Jaemin lived for your reaction.

Weeks after that was at a small dinner send off party of sort by one of your friends for the senior batch, where seeing you in a white body fitting turtleneck full sleeve with a grey skirt consisting of blue hue with a plain white knee high sock had him crave you more than before. When the occasional touches and kisses turned into a form of self destruction for Jaemin and those longing touches turned into a want to take it up a notch.

And maybe it's the fact that Jaemin genuinely seemed intriguing to you, or the slight intoxicity you felt after a glass of not that strong of drink went down your throat, making you want to comply with everything Jaemin wanted. The expression he wore of pure bliss and satisfaction had you feeling proud of yourself. Like you're doing the right thing, like standing in a hallway beside your classmates bedroom with his hands around your waist in a vise grip, face inches away from colliding into a passionate kiss where anyone could bump into you two was a right thing to do. Like not caring about the all 'good mean no bad' girl image you'd formed to fade away in front of your classmates and probably next the entire campus was the right thing to do.

The next time, well, this moment right now when you went over with him to his studio apartment hand in hand after evening lectures, it had been nearly impossible for Jaemin to keep his hands to himself. How your lips pucker into a pout complaining about all the workload you have, how you jump up in excitement at the sudden strike of another topic you want to discuss with him, or how you seemed so dreamy in general and all Jaemin could do was stare at you with an expression of pure admiration, desire and want to change the whole innocent image you held.

"so Mr. Li asked him to-ah!" and all he could do was pull you onto his lap with his hand on your hip to hold you up in place and unintentionally cut your sweet voice's narration short, but he wanted to hear you more, "I'm listening, doll. Keep going" he cooed at your flushed expression at the sudden proximity, pulling you closer to connect you two by the hip, tapping at your now exposed thighs as your skirt had ridden up at the shift in position to urge you to step out of your daze and continue speaking.

"What.-what are you doing, Jaem?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest as you push yourself a little back to create some space, clearly astonished at the sudden spark of something at the area between your sock clad legs, only to be pulled back closer towards him once again.

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, keep going, baby, I'll just be doing my thing" and so you let your hand rest on his chest while continuing your story as he looked intently at you.

Being in such proximity with Jaemin had never been a new thing, it's how no matter how many times you'd see him up close you'd still can't look him straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds because of how strong his gaze is that would have you flustered. Ever since the said party, your first proper kiss and Jaemin's first step to calling you his, you wanted to stick around him and just him. You felt like yourself around him and he made you feel so loved that you were willing to let him do anything just to have him around.

In Jaemin's case, it was that he'd not move forward with his plans if he'd noticed the slightest of discomfort in any of your actions, fearing that you'd leave him once and for all before he could even call you his. And so in that way, you two did what pleased the others the best.

Smiling at how you slowly got comfortable with his warmth, he leaned forward, slightly startling you but you nevertheless continued speaking, "Show his homework to him, b-but he couldn't because the only co-opy he had.." you squeal in a breath as you feel his breath fan your exposed neck, courtesy of wearing a slightly deep V-neck to college and of course to the hangout that day, "Had..?"

Jaemin rasped in a voice a little too low to what you're used to hearing, dangerously low that you felt yourself squirming under his grip, which elicits a groan from the male. Not knowing the weightage of your action, you accidentally end up doing it again as his plush lips come in contact with the sensitive skin. "H-had was.. mine-"

"Mine, a pretty word, right doll?" The feeling of his lip moving against your skin was ticklish to describe the best, but good, good enough to have keeping your legs closed uncomfortable from the sudden pool of arousal that bedded itself in your foolishly white panties. "Yes..?" you answer with a shaky voice, moving once again to get rid of the said uncomfortable feeling which resulted in Jaemin throwing his head back to rest on the head rest of the couch, his perfect eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Darling, if you keep moving like this, i won't be able to stop myself from doing what all I've imagined doing to you," he spoke with the same low voice of his, which had you unintentionally moving regardless of the empty warning that lingered in the air. That's when you notice the visible switch in the way Jaemin looked at you. Determined to carry this forward and put an end to the friends title to develop into a whole new one.

"What you've imagined doing to me? W-wha-?" you let the question linger, not really expecting an answer when he looked at you with a smirk on his perfect lips. He let one of his hands off from your side to comb through your perfectly set hair while the other wrapped around your torso to keep you upright.

"Should i tell you what I've imagined?" Surely fueled by desire, Jaemin still counted on your consent, basic etiquette and he wouldn't let it go down the drain just because of his lust. The silent look of curiosity gave it away that you really wanted to walk through the dream boys imagination, so you nod your head. "Words, darling. I need words"

Looking at him patiently waiting for your verbal confirmation, you swallow down the nervousness before looking him straight in the eyes with your own widened ones, "Y-yes."

"Hm, well, I imagined having you close to me, just like this, all responsive to everything I do."

"Then I imagined feeling that soft lips of yours once again, the one that I remember so vaguely. Will you let me taste it once again?" He asked, leaning in closer than what your bodies would allow, nevertheless feeling ecstatic at the effect he has on you. "Hm?" you could obviously not say no to the expression he wore, filled with excitement and expectations, happiness, desire and maybe.. love?

Instead of answering, you lean forward, closing off the small distance that kept your bodies from colliding, pressing your lips onto his with least force. The type of kiss got both of you feeling hot, bubbly as you feel Jaemin smile against your lips.

The kiss was a mix of aggression and passion, slow and fast, lust and innocent emotions, one strong enough to deliver all sorts of emotions and of course, sloppy out of desperation, "Still as sweet as ever," he speaks against your lips, beaming down at you with the same smile as you refuse to meet his gaze at the sudden shyness that overtook your desire.

Jaemin's hands slip up the open clothing to grip your thigh raw, the feeling of his cold fingers making you shift position again, looking down and cowering behind your palms as you shield your heated face from the lad, "What's wrong doll?" he moves his thumb up and down, massaging the skin he had his grip on, "Talk to me, princess, do you want me to stop?"

"No!.. I mean, n-no, it's just.. I've never done this before, ever" As though your usual behavior never gave it away that you're too innocent for anyone existing in the world, you confirm Jaemin's suspicion all the more, to which his smile only just widened, the burning desire to change the status if innocence way too strong for him to contain himself now, "I know, darling, I'll go slow, alright?"

At your nod of confirmation, he wastes no time to lift your shirt out of it's confinement inside your skirt and over your head to reveal a not so appealing bra, yet, Jaemin thought you looked absolutely exquisite in it. Just a plain white lace bra, a cherry on top to the innocent image you held that he oh so much wanted to destroy, "W-wait! Can.. C-can this..-nevermind," you sigh, not wanting to disappoint the boy in front of you at your insecurity, "Can what, baby?" you shake your head, "Tell me, love"

"Can..can the bra stay on.. Just this once..?" you ask in a soft voice as Jaemin notices your tiny gestures of an attempt to cover yourself a little, feeling a little too hot, "Do you want it to stay on?" he asks in a voice all too understanding, no signs on the disappointment you were worried about, you nod, "Then it stays on" he smiles before placing a chaste kiss at the valley of your chest and swiftly shifts you on his lap in a way that your back rest flat on his chest, a hand secured on your waist to hold you as close as possible.

You feel a sort of warmth spread through your body at Jaemin's understanding and non persistent behavior towards your request as you allow yourself to relax and go limp on his body, "Do you know how many times i've imagined this? You on my lap.." he moves his legs to break your legs apart, using his knees to spread them and hold them open, "All pretty and for me to touch," He attaches his lips to your neck once again with a better access this time as he lets his hands wander up and down your legs, the hand that held your waist moving down to bunch up your skirt and pull it up to reveal to leaking mess you'd become which made Jaemin twitch and you shy.

"All wet for me, and for me only" you whimper at his shameless words as his wandering hands move closer to your heat, cupping it as he felt up the wetness he'd caused to form there, a throaty groan escaping him while doing so as you feel yourself jump at the friction you got for a second at the place you needed it the most. The thought of someone other than you touching your sex causing your insides to twist, in the best way possible of course.

Jaemin resumed to feel up and down your wetness from over the fabric while still keeping his lips attached to your neck, just to make sure you were wet enough to take him, or better, his fingers.

"J-Jaemin..,"

You let out a loud moan feeling his fingers directly over your clit once he pushed you drenched panty aside, coating his fingers with your arousal before easing one slender digit in, causing your back to arch.

Way too sensitive and aroused, it was obvious you wouldn't be long until your first high, and Jaemin knew that all too well as he felt your tight walls clench over one little finger when he started pulsing it in and out of you and a steady pace, minding to not make it too much for you, though, that thought seemed highly appealing to him, but he'd rather save it for the next time.

"Does that feel good, my love? Because watching you look all angelic like this for me is what I'd imagined next" he speaks against your hair, as you try to close in your leg at the friction you're getting suddenly becoming overwhelming for you, added to that came in Jaemin's words, talks, voice laced in adoration and pure want. "Y-yes Jaem, oh god.. "

Silently moaning himself at your godly sounds, he continues penetrating you to your first ever not self made orgasm, eliciting a loud high pitched scream from your side at the very intimidating feeling at the bottom of your stomach, feeling it undo as Jaemin coaxes your first orgasm out of you,

"Just like that darling, you're doing so well, so good for me" he coos, wanting to drag your orgasm a little more, as he lowers his unoccupied hands to draw small, slow circles around your clit, making you spasm uncontrollably over him, feeling your eyes glaze over at the now painful feeling, you push his hands meekly away from your core,

Shocked over the fact that he got you to come for him with just a finger, he added another one in, muttering silent apologies at your sudden pleas for a break to make sure your stretched out enough for that upcoming activity, "Just a little more, my strong girl, just a little more," though sorry for dragging your orgasm, he felt himself get lost at your small sobs and tiny tears falling down the side of your face which he pecked away.

Increasing the speed of his hands, he presses his thumb over your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves once again, making your arch your back in a painful angle, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head at him, letting him know that it was getting too much for you to handle,

"Come for me once again, baby. We need to make sure you're prepared enough, hm? Can you do that for me?"

As if on command, you let yourself fall apart once again, a loud cry resonating through the room along with you crunching your legs up to stop the burning from the intense high, Jaemin whispering praises against your hair while running his hand up and down your forearm to soothe you. "You did so well, doll, want to stop here?" he inquired selflessly, not caring about the fact that he's extremely hard and it had taken a painful toll.

You take a second to calm your breathing as Jaemin patiently waits for your response. Making sure your breathing is normal again, you shake your head from it's position on his shoulder as he presses a kiss onto your wet cheeks, "You need to feel good too.." you speak with your eyes barely open, Jaemin smiling softly against your cheek, "Love."

You let out a sound of confusion at the random word blurted out by him as you turn your head to look at him, "Say the word 'love' if it gets too much for you, alright?" you nod, at no further actions from his side, you look at him once again, realising he's all about the verbal confirmation, "Alright.." you squeal out, "Turn around and sit facing me, doll" he hurries.

Jaemin rushes to remove his skinny jeans alongside his boxers when you lift yourself up, letting his member stand tall and free from confinement, making him feel like he can finally breathe. Slightly intrigued by the above average size, you look at him nervously which had his head turn at your innocent expression, "We'll take it slow, darling, nothing to hurt you, hm?" you nod before replying out loud.

He gestures for you to hover yourself above his hardness once he got the panties out of the way and discarded it somewhere out on the wooden floor of his housing. "Go for it whenever you're ready" wanting to give you full control of the pace for now, he let you take your time for your first ever time.

Chest heaving up and down in both excitement and nervousness you slowly lower yourself, knees beside his thighs, hands a vise grip on his shoulder, letting yourself engulf just a little of his member, you wince, still a little sensitive from the previous orgasms, his hardness much thicker and bigger than his fingers to just ease down quick despite how easy it'd be considering the wet mess he'd made of you, "Jaemin.. "

Contributing from his end, he pushes his hips up to get inside you a little more, not too fast for it to be painful for you. Slowly, you let yourself ease down on him completely, sitting down onto his lap with his dick inside of you, twitching at the warmth he finally felt. Jaemin hushes your silent cry of slight pain, "You feel so good around me, doll. Such a good girl for me, "

You take the initiative to lift yourself up just a little so that more than half of him is out and glistening from your arousal making him let out an airy moan of satisfaction, feeling your tightness, finally after only having imagined how it felt for so long.

You move up and down slowly, thighs trembling, heart pacing fast with pride at the feeling of making him feel good from all the sounds he let out, mind hazy and body covered in sweat. "oh my, Jae-Jaem-ah!" you fall limp over his body at the sudden thrust from his end, maybe from growing too impatient.

"Should i take it from here, darling? I need to come, will you make me come, doll?" you mumble out a bunch of 'yes!' as your face falls into the nape of his neck where you nibbled at the skin like how he'd done.

Jaemin took control once again, a sudden burst of energy sparking through his body as he set a fast pace in pistoning in and out of you, your slickness and his precum ensuring it wouldn't be painful for you, rather, it felt extremely good. "Look at my good girl taking me so well, you're making me feel so good, darling, I'm so.. Uh, I'm so close-"

You clench around him when you feel a knot forming once again for the third time that evening when you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud gasp from you as you bite down a little too harder than intended on his hot skin while pressing the side of your face against his broad shoulders. "Jaemin.. Jaem, I'm.. Oh god"

"I know, doll, i know.. Me too, let go for me" he holds your hips in a grip tight enough to leave a light bruise or two while reaching between your bodies to find comfort on your clit again, making you let out a choked moan as Jaemin ended up being the one doing most of the work.

You fall off the edge once again, this time harder than the previous ones as your tears slip and fall onto his shoulder, seeping into his shirt and onto the skin, making him go faster, chasing his high while dragging yours for a second or two longer.

"Jaem, too much..it hurts-" you sob in a whiny tone which was more than enough to throw Jaemin off his edge too, rubbing fast circles on your clit while ribbons of his essence coat your walls as he lets out a loud, long groan of your name.

He stops his moment on your clit, but continues to move slowly to draw out all the arousal from his member, only stopping when he feels himself grow soft inside of you, the feeling making you clench around him weakly which makes him jolt due to the sensitivity.

Knowing it'd only make a mess to remove himself from inside you, he decides to stay in, muttering out a series of praises that he let linger in the air.

"That.. felt good," you speak into the silence, voice hoarse and weak, worn out from all the activity as you silently thank him for making you feel so good, a sense of accomplishment spread through his chest, finally fulfilling his wish of corrupting you, and most importantly, making you his. He kisses your forehead after pushing out strands of tresses that covered it,

"Anything for my babygirl"

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stavromulabetaaa · 3 years

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a playlist of songs from drarry fics

i get a lot of music from fic, whether a song or an artist is influential to a specific scene, or is even just simply mentioned by a character. some of them really stuck with me, so i’ve compiled a short list of my favorites :)

spotify playlist

1. Dreams - The Cranberries

Far From The Tree by aideomai

THAT scene, if you know you know! it’s so hard to talk about this fic without giving away spoilers, but let’s just say Draco dances to this song with a female character who totally stole my heart. it’s impossible for me to listen to this song and not daydream about a certain 90s themed party.

2. Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

The Ordeal of Being Known by @lou-isfake

of course Harry put this song on a mixtape, of course he did. i just about lost my mind when i listened to it at the same time Draco did. and it just fits the narrative of this fic so well! i could have chosen from the many songs and artists mentioned in this fic, but for me this was a no-brainer.

3. Boy With a Coin - Iron & Wine

and a special mention:

4. You Are A Runner And I Am My Fathers Son - Wolf Parade

The Man Who Lived by @e-sebastian

sometimes an author just has to describe Draco turning up a song on his stereo in passing for me to immediately hop over to spotify. which is exactly how Boy With a Coin became one of my favorite songs! i also became obsessed with Wolf Parade last year after reading about Draco wearing their band t-shirt a couple of times in this fic, which is how i eventually discovered ‘You Are A Runner’ and accidentally made that song a Drarry headcanon. read the lyrics and tell me you couldn’t write a fic based on that song!

5. Ray of Light - Madonna

(Un)wanted by @aibidil

in a fic centered around the theme of loss, this small moment of joy stood out to me. this fic also mentions a lot of music, but i just love the image of Harry and Hermione dancing like idiots to Madonna.

6. Age of Consent - New Order

Criminal by @the-sinking-ship

this is my favorite song from a chapter i consider to be a significant point in this fic. a high point of UST and drunken silliness (aka letting their guards down, i live for those moments), a change in dynamic that sets the rest of the story in motion. this song represents that for me, and gets an immediate hell yeah if it starts playing when i shuffle my entire spotify library.

7. Svefn-g-englar - Sigur Rós

Let It Fall by @buildyourwalls

i honestly read this fic ages ago and it isn’t super fresh in my memory, but i remember how often music was incorporated into the story. it introduced me to this Icelandic band and every time i hear this song i have no clue what they’re saying but i feel Draco’s grief and guilt and uncertainty. i can imagine so clearly Harry’s longing and persistence. this band was only really mentioned in passing but it made its mark on me.

8. Modern Love - David Bowie

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic

i apparently live under a rock and was never properly introduced to David Bowie until i read this fic and looked up the song it’s title comes from. i wanted to put this song at the end of the playlist because it sounds like it could be on the soundtrack of a movie as it rolls to the credits (a quick google search tells me it’s been in a bunch of movie soundtracks lol). god, what i would do to see this fic as a movie. an absolute masterpiece by Tacky, a moving story about friendship with superb world-building. i could daydream about this fic to this song all day long.

#just casually putting recs on my main blog instead of the fic rec side blog #who are we kidding they should have always just been here lmao #my fic rec side blog is a mess #do these count as recs or just me rambling about music i like #drarry playlist #drarry #drarry fic recs #draco x harry #stavro recs

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kira-fluff · 3 years

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Hey heyy, have you thought about writing another common trope headcanon / oneshot with the MysMe guys?

Because the “only one bed” was extremely good!!

Even if you decide not to do it, just know that your blog and your talent amazes me<3

a/n: Did you even have to ask??? OF COURSE IF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME LOL thank you gorgeous <3 I decided to try putting it in a fanfic (one shot unless requested) format since it's definitely quite long and making a mini-series featuring those you request for me to include in my next fic or a pt2! :) also this is a slow burn and is quite spicy <3 Also, I did my best not to make it like the whole share the room thingy again!! ***I’m not fluent in French pls don’t @ me

Length: 6k lol

A Series of Unfortunate Events Fake Dating - Jumin Han

A sudden message beep surprised you, causing you to look down at your phone. It was a text message from Jumin: Call me. Immediately suspecting the worst, you quickly pressed his contact, the number dialing in seconds. There was a few seconds that ran by before the other end answered with a curt, "Y/n." "Jumin, hey, is something wrong?", you asked, worriedly. "Everything is perfectly fine. I was calling to ask you a favor -- feel free to decline." Jumin never asked for favors, or your help in general.. you knew whatever it was you were determined to assist him in the best way possible. "Of course, Jumin! Anything." There was silence for a moment as if he was contemplating whether or not it this favor was truly worth asking before he spoke, "Please decline if you are unable to but... I was wondering if you'd be willing to indulge my father. He's insisted that I bring you with me to our business closure." "Jumin", you began, "I'd be honored. I'd love to!" On the other line, there was a sigh of relief (or of worry, you weren't sure). "Mr. Kim will be at your apartment to pick you up tomorrow. The meeting is taking place in Monoco -- pack for a ten-day trip" There was a pause before Jumin breathed out a quiet, "Thank you." You couldn't hold back your smile, thankful that the conversation was over the phone, making it impossible for him to see your dopey expression. He hung up, leaving you to pack. Your mind quickly wandered from what you needed in your suitcase to worrisome waters. You and Jumin had a very deep friendship following the party you’d thrown, spending the time following the ginormous celebration to get to know each other. It warmed your heart that your newfound friend took so much joy in being with you -- even when he tried not to show it. You lost track of the number of times you ended up sleeping over at his penthouse after accidentally staying up until 4am talking with him, swishing expensive wine in your mouths. You didn’t expect falling in love to come so easily. You were someone who was quite choosey with your partners -- you weren’t one to fall easily for anyone. Even in your past relationships that sometimes lasted years, you’d never felt the way your heart felt now that you were with him. And yet, you were best friends. You were sure you meant something to him in so far as friendship, but you had respected him when he’d gotten drunk one of the first nights he met you and spouted out his heart to you..

- “Y/n, to tell you the truth.... I’ve never fallen in love before.” He gazed up at you lackadaisically from his position on the sofa -- head rested over the top of the sofa cushion, his arm lazily resting under his chin. He started at you for a moment, his gray eyes gazing into your own with a hazy, absent feeling in them. You laughed, “I find that hard to believe.” You walked over to him, absent-mindedly running your fingers through his tousled hair. He let out a long, uncharacteristic sigh, his eyes closing gently. You leaned in close to him, looking him in the eye. “Can I tell you something, too?” He nodded. “I haven’t either.” - You grinned at the memory. You firmly believed that conversation was what brought you and him together closer than ever before. He’d always found an excuse to call you over for the silliest of reasons. Either he needed a certain form that he was positive he accidentally slipped into your bag on accident and needed to see it first-hand to check, or he realized he’d bought more wine than was necessary for a night alone. It made you smile for months that he couldn’t get out the words “I miss you” or “I want you to come over”. Even to you, the words sounded intimate.. but that was the way your relationship worked -- you were very close with each other, as two best friends ought to be. Still, as much as you tried, you couldn’t control the way your heart began to constrict when he got especially close to you. You couldn’t help it when you’d shiver when he gently brushed cat fur away from your cheek. You were shocked that despite his perceptive personality, he didn’t seem to notice or acknowledge your deep blush during these interactions... maybe he was uncomfortable with them.... you hoped not. There were times the air was knocked out of you. Literally. Once, you weren’t paying attention to the fact that the sidewalk had ended and you were walking straight into oncoming cars coming off the highway when a muscular arm slid around your waist and pressed your body flush to his own. You stared with eyes wide open at Jumin, who comically seemed equally surprised at his actions. You couldn’t help the way your eyes trickled down to his sultry lips, taking in their beautiful red-wine color, blooming like dark roses. Thankfully, he seemed too preoccupied with your current state of mind and physical wellbeing. When you finally managed to get your mind out of the gutter, you thanked him profusely, grabbing his hands impulsively and begging to reward him in some way. His answer surprised you, “I--uh-- a movie. I’d like to do more research watching one of those movies you enjoy watching.. for business sales and such.” “Sure!! I can recommend anything! I’ll drop the email by your office tomorrow” you answered. A panicked expression took over his face for a moment before returning to its familiar stoicism, “You won’t watch it also?” Your eyes widened in confusion before you answered hurriedly, “Oh! Yeah, I’ll watch it with you. I just wouldn’t want to bother you if you were doing it for work purposes.” You could never bother me you thought you heard him say, but you couldn’t be sure. Yep, you were in love with Jumin. When you at last finished packing, you went to bed, looking forward to the mystery that befell tomorrow. - You rose bright and early to prepare for the exciting trip that was bound to come. You couldn’t help the extra bit of effort you ended up putting into your appearance in anticipation of seeing Jumin again and.. possibly sitting next to him on an aircraft. Right on time, you received a text message from Mr. Kim, indicating that he had arrived at your apartment right on time. As you opened your apartment door to carry your luggage downstairs, you were met with numerous familiar faces of Jumin’s employees who quickly took your heavy luggage items for you. You thanked them, making your way to the elevator with them. You texted Jumin: Thanks for the help with my luggage :) In a matter of seconds, you received a reply, Jumin: You’re welcome. Grinning down at your phone, you didn’t notice your driver's light chuckle, a look of astonishment in his eyes. These blind kids. You continued to chatter along with Jumin on your phone, at last arriving at the rendezvous point where Jumin and the Chairman pulled in identical black limos alongside your own. “Thank you, Mr. Kim. I can take it from here.” Mr. Kim nodded in obedience, ushering you to go to Jumin. Jumin patted the leather seat next to his own in the sleek limousine. You held back a laugh, there were plenty of other seats open for you to sit.. but it warmed your heart that he wanted you right next to him. As friends. The Chairman joined the two of you, sitting across from his son, a mischievous glint in his eyes that only Jumin could recognize. A silent conversation took place between Jumin and his father -- Jumin beginning with a raised eyebrow. The Chairman replied with a sly smirk. Jumin with a scowl, his father with a growing grin. You watched the conversation continue silently before the Chairman at last spoke, “Jumin, my son, I’m overjoyed to see you’ve brought your Y/n with you.” A flash of annoyance crossed Jumin’s face as he said, “My... Y/n?” You blanched.. of course the thought of you being his made him uncomfortable... but you didn’t think he’d be angry. “Y/n, I’m glad you could join us. However, as much as I hate to ask this of you, there is something I desperately need from you.” Before you could speak Jumin interjected, “Absolutely not.” You caressed his hand, looking up at him with kind eyes, “Jumin, hey, it’s okay.” Looking toward Jumin’s father you said, “Whatever it is, I’ll do my very best.” Jumin’s jaw feathered a bit, but he said no more. He grinned, “Aren’t you a kind girl. Well, in this business deal, the contract was originally contingent on Jumin marrying his daughter -- which I was against from the beginning. After all, I know the importance of loving the one you wish to be with.” (Jumin rolled his eyes at that.) “Anyway, I declined the offer.” You were confused, unsure where your part came in. As if reading your mind, he continued saying, “However, I perhaps let it slip that you two were engaged. I figured you both are so close with each other already, that it would be no issue to play a bit of husband and wife for the sake of business, no?” Jumin was furious, his nose flared, jaw clenched with hands gripping his knee. “How dare--” You glanced at him, biting the inside of your cheek, a worried expression painted your face. When he glanced at you, his eyes widened and his shoulders relaxed. This did not go unnoticed by the Chairman. “We’ll do it, won’t we Jumin?” he looked surprised but made no objection. You leaned in close and whispered shyly, “I want to do something as thanks for this amazing trip.. and for you.” - Jumin dared to swallow. For me? What the hell does that mean? You were driving him crazy. Every time he looked at you he had to fight to readjust his attention to something else. Does she know what it does to me when she touches me? Even a little bit? When you’d put your hand on him, Jumin felt his chest and neck grow impossibly hotter, hotter than he’d been feeling when you’d first sat down next to him. Hotter than when you leaned in close and breathily asked him, “Jumin... how long until we’re at the airport?” It was like you’d drawn out every syllable, breathing out every consonant -- your breath tickling his neck. He imagined what it would feel like to have your plump, rosy lips on his neck, on his chest, on his lips, on his-- he was in over his head. He cursed himself for his lack of control. Usually, control was not an issue for Jumin -- in fact, he considered it one of his greatest strengths. From his leadership position in his father’s company, C&R, to his well-controlled temperament and stress management.. Jumin just didn’t do “no control”. At first, it intrigued him. He could remember the exact day it hit him. He’d invited you to an elegant dinner his company hosted to celebrate (in a sort of “humble-brag” sort of way) yet another successful business closing with one of the biggest corporations in America. He’d been finishing off yet another glass of his new Domaine de la Romanee-Conti he’d bought when his eyes at last placed you at the front of the champagne server. His eyes raked up and down the soft, silk gown that clung to your body in all the right places. The gown hung loosely, exposing your back and most of your chest, a sultry slit separating one of your elegant legs from the other hidden in the fabric. It was a breath-taking emerald color... but all Jumin could really think of is how he’d take it off. Your hair was curled and done-up marvelously with little white pearls decorating the crown of your head like you had stars in your hair... but all Jumin could really think of was how he’d mess it up. His cheeks were on fire. Everything in his body had risen in temperature of what felt like a hundred degrees. He twirled his wine glass between his fingers before setting it down at one of the well-decorated tables. I must have a fever, he thought, that must be it. Your eyes found his person just as he was turning around to leave, speed walking to one of the penthouse balconies for fresh air. You raced after him or at least followed him as fast as your obnoxious heels allowed you to go. You breathlessly met him as he was staring out into the night. Jumin realized that his temperature was slowly returning to normal. Perhaps the room was a bit suffocating. I’ll be sure to message Mr. Kim about increasing the air conditioning in the room. But... looking back on it now, Jumin knew he was lying to himself even then. Because, when he turned around he almost let out a shout. And his breath became uneven again, and it felt so burning hot all over again. You slowly crept toward him, donning a concerned expression saying, “Jumin... are you alright?” Jumin backed into the marble railing. He was so eloquent normally but all he could let out then was a choked, “Fine.” He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Every step closer, he wanted to run. The stars were reflecting in your eyes and the moonlight made your supple skin look impossibly softer... You gently cupped his face and whispered, “Jumin, talk to me..? Please?” Jumin was heaving, looking down at you with rosy red cheeks and burning ears. “I--I think I have a... fever. A fever.” You gasped, taking one of your hands and lightly grasping the back of his neck, pulling him down slightly. His eyes widened as you took your other cold hand and placed it on his burning forehead. “Oh my god! Oh my gosh, we -- ambulance! An ambulance.. a doctor? Or.. are you... drunk?” “My room... please,” he begged. You looked him up and down, examining his face for strain or discomfort. When you couldn’t find any, you let out a breath -- perhaps you’d overreacted. Nonetheless, you swung his arm over your shoulder and trudged through the now quiet dining area. Most had filtered out to the ballroom for dancing. You’d been here a million times, so remembering the way was no chore. You fished through his shirt and coat pockets, running your gentle digits across his chest, assuming the moan Jumin gave off was due to pain, still, a blush flushed your cheeks. “Sorry, I’m almost done.” You held him against the wall since at this point he couldn’t stand. Maybe I am a little drunk, he thought. You moved down to his pants pockets, your hands roaming through a business card and other odds and ends, eliciting another soft groan from Jumin. “Almost there...” you breathed, at last pulling out a key card and with a soft beep, opening his penthouse suite. You gently carried him to his bed before going to grab a glass of water and a cold washcloth. When one was placed on the table and the other on his forehead, you at last placed a warm throw blanket you’d found in his closet over him. ...That memory became a source of numerous dreams. Jumin couldn’t forget it, no matter how many times he’d wished he wanted to (or wished it all to happen again). - You gazed at him, looking at the way his expression hardened at times, softening and then suddenly switching to an expression you’d never seen before. What was he thinking about? You bit your lip, nervous that Jumin might change his mind upon meeting this woman his business partner wanted him to marry. She was certainly more beautiful, right? After all, Jumin hadn’t necessarily made any physical contact voluntarily toward you more than an occasional back rub in your asked after a long day at work, or if he got drunk while you two accidentally stayed up late -- then he’d sometimes caress your face with a love-sick expression and saying little things like, “You’re beautiful.” It was cute, for sure, but what drunk doesn’t turn into a soft puddle of goo, complimenting everyone around them? You leaned into him as subtly as you could manage, closing your eyes to concentrate for a few minutes. - You jumped awake when a deep voice rumbled in your ear, “We’re here.” You could hear the slight smirk in his voice, and sure enough, when you looked up, you saw a slight smile on his face. “Did you have a good dream?” You looked toward your left, thankful the Chairman was already out of the limousine and speaking on his phone to someone. “I--I had a dream?” Jumin’s smirk stretched a little wider, “Yes. You said my name a couple times.” Your eyes widened in shock before saying, “Oh! That dream! Yeah, I was dreaming that you were being eaten alive by bears and I was forced to watch!” God, you were such a bad liar. Jumin blinked. He felt sort of stupid. “Oh,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I see--” Grateful for his gullibleness, you added, “Why, what did you think I was dreaming about?” Jumin avoided eye contact saying, “Not anything in particular.” A call for Jumin interrupted your conversation, making Jumin almost run out of the limo. You smiled a bit, a little flush rising up to your ears. Jumin returned again, grabbing your hand. “This way,” was all he said. You followed him to the private jet that the Chairman was already boarding. You caught yourself staring at Jumin again as you followed him up the stairs to the entranceway of the cabin. Jumin smartly chose a seat far away from his father’s field of vision. He’d had enough of his unnerving looks when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder, whispering things Jumin was beyond grateful only he could hear... at least he hoped. When you occasionally began to whine a bit louder he’d quiet you down by running his hands through your hair and stealing glances toward his father nervously saying, “A nightmare.” He wondered if he’d fooled his father, because the Chairman lightly chuckled and made his way to the passenger seat of the limo, sliding the privacy door shut. It had only gotten worse from there, you almost shouted his name, but he covered your mouth. Heat had been pooling in his stomach for a while now, but he didn’t know how much more he could take. Still, every time he thought of waking you up, you’d grab at his chest or legs, effectively completely embolizing him. You, of course, were unaware of all of this. You sat down next to him eagerly and wrapped your arm around his, pulling him close to watch a movie on the jet screens. It was almost 9pm by now, the night sky beginning to close in on the quiet aircraft. Neither of you could remember when you fell asleep, only waking up to the soft announcement of arrival from the pilot on the overhead and a soft blanket placed over the two of you. You both groggily made your way to your waiting limousine to take you to the complimentary hotel stay at one of the chains owned by your expectant future business partner. “Of course, I know you two are just friends.” The Chairman looked at you two before continuing, “So I have two hotel rooms, you’re 17 and you, Miss Y/N, are 18. I’m in master suite 3, so feel free to reach out whenever.” His eyes glittered as he said, “Have fun. Remember to act like a loving fiance! Especially you, my son." Jumin pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in contempt. You turned your head toward Jumin, “Um, well, I’m pretty tired as you could probably already tell,” you laughed uncomfortably, “so I think I’ll head off to bed.” Jumin blinked a few times before saying, “I will as well. Goodnight, Y/N.” You whispered a shy goodnight in reply before slinking into your hotel room. - You awoke the next day to a call from a maid outside your door - room service. You thanked her before diving into your waffles, complete with chocolate dressing, whipped cream, strawberries, and powdered sugar. A glass of orange juice was delivered along with various other breakfast options and a bowl of kiwi, dragonfruit, apple, watermelon, honeydew, and almost any other fruit you could think of. Following your delicious breakfast, you padded over to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and running the shower. Going through your morning routine helped calm you despite the role you weren’t at all prepared to play in just a few hours. You jumped at the knock at your door. Looking through the peephole, it was Jumin. Flinging the door open, you looked at him expectantly. You were met with silence other than a few “uh.... uh....”s. You looked at him sarcastically, “What?” He continued to stare, not at your face, however. You laughed but quickly grew silent as you met his gaze. You were an actual moron. What. The. Fuck. You were still in your fucking panties?!?! You slammed the door shut, running to slip on some shorts you found lying on the ground in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath you gently opened the door this time. Jumin was standing still as a statue when he snapped out of his trance at last. He looked away, “Try not to be dressed. I mean STRESSED.” he sputtered, “I-I’m going to leave now--” “Um, Jumin?” He slowly turned around, face as red as a strawberry, “Yes?” “Um, sorry. About before. Um. Do you-- do you want to get some coffee? I’m still waking up, if you couldn’t already tell,” you laughed nervously. He smiled warmly, “I’d love to.” You awkwardly nodded before shutting your door. You ran to your hotel bed and screamed into one of the pillows. You cursed under your breath before making your way to the bathroom once more to finish the makeup look you had begun before being interrupted. After 45 minutes, you looked your outfit up and down. You packed outfits that were elegant -- you bought clothes that looked expensive but in the kind of way that was subtle. Nude tones and deep colors, specifically. You were aiming for a look that said, “I’m not rich, I’m just comfortable. And by that I mean I’m rich.” You were never insecure about the difference in your and Jumin’s paycheck.. but when you’re supposed to play a part. And if you showed up in your comfy joggers and t-shirt like you normally wore when you visited Jumin or were free from work.. you had a feeling their reaction wouldn’t be the most inviting or understanding. At last, you stepped out of your room, turning left to knock on Jumin’s door. He beat you to it, opening his door unexpectedly. This caused you to instead lean forward from your momentum and place your hand on his chest. You hurriedly adjusted his tie, doing your best to act as if that’s what you’d meant to do all along. Jumin appeared to be just as surprised, but grinned, “No leggings and t-shirt today?” You jabbed him with your elbow as you made your way to the coffee bar, “Do you think they’d be all welcoming to your soon-to-be wife if she showed up in lounge clothes?” “I’ve never complained.” You scoffed, “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re nice. And, you apparently understand that not everyone can live in a suit every day.” He paused for a moment before mumbling slightly, “Who cares what they think anyway.” “I do! I don’t want to let your dad down. I told him I’d do this. We’re in Monaco, Jumin! C’est la vie!” “Parles-tu français?”* “Oui..?” Jumin chuckled darkly before leaning in, saying, “Tu es juste trop mignonne.”** You blinked before replying, “...oui...?” Jumin looked at you incredulously with a slight smile on his face as he laughed, lightly ruffling your hair. Jumin ordered for you -- apparently, it was quite clear you only knew a few words in French. Unfortunately, he also paid for you, despite your objections. Before you could yank his platinum card out of his hands, the transaction was already complete. He gazed down at you, an eyebrow raised with a triumphant smirk, “Elle aura aussi beaucoup de crème dans son café.”*** “Hey, what are you saying?! Jumin!! Speak Korean or English or Japanese! Something I can understand!!” You complained. The worker interjected, “C’est tellement agréable de voir un couple sur leur ‘oneymoon.”**** You instinctively interjected, “Oh, that’s not--!” But Jumin just smiled and nodded. Upon sitting down at one of the many open tables, you let out a little giggle, “I wonder what it’ll feel like when I’m on the real thing.” Jumin quickly looked up from his staring contest with his coffee, “Real.. what?” You grinned dreamily, “Honeymoon.” “You.. want to get married?” “Don’t you?” Only to you, he thought. “Maybe. If the right person came along.” If you’d ever say “yes”. You held back the nervous twinge you felt in your throat, “Alright then, don’t be shy. What’s your type?” “My.. type?” “Yeah! Like, your ideal girl.” He paused, looking pensively at you. “Well, then I suppose my ‘type’ is a girl who is beautiful, and smart, and pretty... and always makes me laugh. And is bold but also shy.” His eyes widened as he grew quiet, “...something like that.” You were shocked. He said he’s never fallen in love before.. but it sounds like he already has some girl in mind. “Wow. You’ve... thought a lot about this.” Jumin looked surprised at himself -- he cleared his throat, “Just some ideas.” You were still skeptical but changed the subject, “So, what exactly does this whole ‘wifey’ thing entail?” “Most likely just a ring on your finger and a fake smile.” “Oh come on, there’s more to it than that.” “I’m sure my father has the details.” As if on cue, his phone chimed. “Ready to head out?” “Yep!” You weren’t entirely sure, but you were beside yourself with nervousness and a bit of excitement. If you can’t have the real thing, you shouldn’t complain about a chance to fake it, right? And sure, you knew it was much more complicated than that -- what if he realized your true feelings?! ...You shook the thoughts out of your head and made your way to the waiting vehicle outside of the hotel. - “Monsieur Lorenzi! Good to see you!” The Chairman shook hands with who you assumed was the boss. “Let me introduce to you my son, Jumin, and his beloved fiance, Y/n.” You waved, smiling despite the twang in your heart. You and Jumin shook hands while Mr. Lorenzi introduced you to his daughter. “It is so nice to meet you! This is my daughter, Ginevra.” Immediately, you sized Ginevra up -- and she does not look happy. “So.. you’re the bitch who stole Ju-Ju from me?” “Ginevra! Be polite, please?” Mr. Lorenzi practically begged her, but she wasn’t budging, “Oh, come on. Their ‘engagement’ hasn’t even been released to the press yet!” You looked worriedly between Jumin and Ginevra, but Jumin lovingly put his hand over yours, a soft smile on his face, “I’ll handle this, sweetheart.” He couldn’t help himself and lightly pecked your cheek, smirking into the kiss when he heard you elicit a small “oh!” Facing the irate woman, though, Jumin smiled in a way you’d seen him smile when he wasn’t particularly...happy.. about something. “Miss Ginevra, I can assure you Y/N and I are completely in love. She is my fiance, after all. That being said, we decided not to alert the media because we wanted our own privacy until the wedding.” Ginevra scoffed, “Please. You barely even look like you’re dating. Face it, I know you want me, Jumin.” She bit her lip in a way that was supposed to be seductive, but Jumin couldn’t hold back the slight cringe that crept onto his face. “T-that’s enough Ginev--” “God! Shut up, Dad! Mr. Lorenzi backed down at that, looking apologetic and embarrassed toward the Chairman and Jumin, and especially toward you. You were growing tired of the entire conversation, “Shall we sit down?” All except Ginevra agreed readily, the Chairman coughing in a way that sounded more like a laugh he was trying to conceal. Jumin's jaw clenched when he sat next to you, to your left and Ginevra quickly sat in the seat to his left. The meal went as well as expected. Jumin's father recognized that Jumin had his hands full and spent the majority of the dinner talking business with Mr. Lorenzi without his son. Meanwhile, you were awkwardly playing with your filet mignon, avoiding eye contact with everyone until Jumin leaned his face down to your avoidant eye level. You snapped out of your trance immediately. You looked up at him -- his eyebrow was raised with an inquisitive expression. Okay, that was adorable. You held back your intruisive thoughts, blinking up at him, silently asking, "What is it?" Jumin stared a little longer than necessary, before snapping out of his own trance and leaning in further and whispering in your ear, "...Are you alright?" You nodded in reply, "Just a little uncomfortable." Jumin gazed down at you in concern, "We can leave if you--" "No. No, I'll stay." Who knows what that girl will do if I leave. He didn't look convinced. Suddenly, Ginevra was calling for Jumin. Repeatedly. He turned in annoyance, "Yes?" Her voice got low, clearly to exclude you from the conversation, "Let's go somewhere..." she looked Jumin up and down slowly, "...else.." And with no shame, she lowered a manicured hand to his knee, slowly trailing it up to his thigh. He immediately grabbed her wrist, saying in a low, deadly voice, "I have a fiance." She sighed in frustration, "You're kidding yourself, baby--" Jumin's eyes widened suddenly, and not due to anything Ginevra was saying. Your hand was high on his thigh as you leaned into the conversation you'd heard the entirety of. "Miss... whatever your name is.... Jumin is my husband. Soon. We have something you could never dream of every having because your personality sucks. And honestly, only you can fix that." There was silence at the entire table for a moment before Ginevra turned her head quickly toward her father, "Daddy?!" Her father had already gotten up, ushering the business conversation to continue rather than deal with his trainwreck of a daughter. She huffed, looking red in the face, perhaps in embarrassment as well as anger. "Well, you still can't prove that you're even dating!" You very furious now, your glare cold enough to freeze the desert, "Is proof really the only thing that will shut you up?" Before she could even answer, you geared your pissed off expression toward a semi-intimidated, semi-turned on Jumin and grabbed his face, meeting his lips with your own. Your kiss was meant to only last a few seconds at most, but when you tried to pull away, Jumin only deepened the kiss, pulling your face harshly toward his own. He tugged at your hair, earning a loud moan from you as he forced his flush lips further onto yours, his tongue gaining entrance into your mouth. His eyebrows were deeply knit into a consentrated expression, groaning as he felt you readjust your position onto his lap. You stradled his lap, a leg on either side of him, your tongues battling for dominance as you fished for air between you two. At last, you both parted, heaving in big breaths as a string of spit clung between your mouths -- only to go in for another searing kiss. You began to roll your hips against his own, gently at first but quickly gaining more momentum and roughness as you two continued to make out. You'd noticed his hard-on the moment you'd straddled his lap but it only grew as you two began to explore the other's body. And just like that, you realized you were still in a formal dining setting. With other people. You pushed against Jumin's chest, looking around you in a frenzy. Ginevra was long gone along with the Chairman and Mr. Lorenzi. It was just the two of you, it looked as if it was after hours for the dining here. Soft jazz still played melodically through quiet speakers. Your eyes met back again with Jumin. He was smirking, still breathing heavily, his eyes glowing with mischief and a clear message that said something you probably would blush saying out loud. You laughed a little at the sudden turn of events. Did he like you? You wondered. He made quick work of dragging you (because your legs turned into jelly) out of the dining hall and back to his hotel suite. Jumin hurridely opened his hotel door before slamming you against the wall and continued to kiss you furvently on your neck, chest and of course, lips. He began to grind on you, letting out a soft curse when you mewled in his ear. Both your cheeks were completely red from the heated exchange and the embarrassment that both of you felt at your candid feelings. Yet something still bothered you. You pushed him away with all the strength you had because he was just so addicting. "J-jumin.... wait..." You gasped between breaths, "...I-I don't do this sorta thing... for fun..." Jumin frowned at this, his jaw feathering as he said darkly, "I don't either." You shook your head, "No, Jumin... I mean... I-I......" You took a big breath of air, "I'm in love with you. Have, for long time... pretty sure you don't feel .... the same wa--" Jumin's eyes narrowed as he dove in for another kiss with so much force that the air was nearly knocked out of you. "Y/N," he began, "Do you have any clue how much I've held back? Even now, do you know how hard it is for me not to pick you up and fuck you right here and now? Do you know how long--" He laughed sardonically, "Y/N, I swear you're doing this on purpose." "Doing wha--" "Making me fall deeper and deeper in love with you! I'm already pass the point of no return. Hell, I've never felt a fraction of what you make feel in a moment... in my entire life." You took a moment to really look at him. The expression of complete and udder desperation was now clear as day on his face, his cheeks flushed, breathing heavily, his tie loose around his neck, chest slightly exposed. He began again, "Please. Please... put me out of my misery. Say you're mine, please." Your eyes never leaving his, tears prickling your eyes, you answered, "I always was Jumin.. and I always will be. And, and if the offer still stands--" You blushed, looking down shyly and your feet, ashamed of your own boldness. Jumin's eyes pooled impossibly darker as he picked you up and led you to his bed, laying you down gently and asking, "I know this is probably soon but... Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth?" You laughed, pure joy on your face as you shamelessly cried, "Yes!" over and over again. Jumin couldn't hold back the huge grin that took over his face as he kissed you in between laughs.

TRANSLATIONS: * “Do you speak French?” ** “You are just too cute.” *** “She will also have a lot of cream in her coffee.” **** “It is so nice to see a couple on their honeymoon”

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