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"Moth to a Flame (part 5)"

Bada Lee x Reader

part 4 ⟵ part 5 ⟶ part 6

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summary: y/n l/n is the youngest team member of Jam Republic, competing in the second season of Street Woman Fighter. she’s got the sweetest smile and the most vibrant personality, but she also may or may not be the biggest hothead on the show when it comes to defending her teammates. apparently that’s attractive to Bada Lee.

word count: 6k

warnings: swearing, angst, y/n is a little psycho asshole in this chapter, but like- bada.... eeh scary, a lot of plot changes cuz I like playing the victim lol, not proofread, ending was kind of rushed, nothing i write is a reflection of anyone's true character and is a work of total fiction

Shortly after Rie Hata’s message finished playing on the monitors all teams wrapped up their fun and began heading back to the studio to begin preparing for the mega crew mission. They all dry their hair and get changed, reapplying their makeup to prepare for filming again, when the host appears with another message. He congratulates the remaining teams for surviving, and at the mention of Tsubakill’s elimination y/n and the rest of Jam Republic immediately frown.

Daniel continues to explain the mission and informs them that there will be three different concepts that they have to use, but the way they will be decided is by group discussion. On top of that team Bebe has the benefit of going straight for whatever concept they want without discussion. The three creative prompts consisted of ‘outdoor’, ‘structure’, and ‘all gender’.

“Ooh we could definitely do something sick with structures” Audrey perked up and her partner-in-crime nodded in agreement before speaking

“Yeah but honestly I think we could do well with any of these…” y/n countered smirking cockily prompting Emma to hum and hold out her hand for a high five.

“I personally feel like we should go for outdoors. I already have so many ideas for what we could do and I know some of you do too…” the leader chimed in, eyeing Ling and Y/n at the mention of other members having ideas. They decide to have their three creative directors be Kirsten, Ling, and Y/n and the three begin coming up with their own separate ideas, with the help of another member.

When the crew came back together after a few moments of planning and creative briefing, they all shared their ideas. Kirsten came up with the idea of showcasing the beauty of New Zealand since it was most of their crew’s homeland- she wanted to shoot on the beach and have the rocks behind them. Ling’s idea was to take more of an approach that would appeal to their Korean audience, by incorporating more K-pop dance styles and music and shooting in the heart of the city with all the lights in the back. Everyone really liked both ideas, but y/n’s quickly became their favorite when she explained it.

“Okay so this might be too much, and could easily get muddled- but what if we did a sports theme? Like- we each represent a different sport or activity while also representing our culture or background… each of us could get a highlight and we’d all have our “teams” that would dance in our own styles- then we’d all come together in the end as a sort of pep-rally type thing…” y/n finished off the basic ideas of her take, and everyone immediately either nodded or clapped, thoroughly impressed with how quickly she had come up with such an elaborate idea.

“And this is exactly why you’re here girlfriend- forever a genius…” the leader nodded and smiled at her youngest, clapping her hands slowly and appreciatively. It was an idea that could work with all three concepts so the team decided to mark y/n’s as the top choice as of right now.

When all the teams gathered to pick their concept Jam Republic and Bebe were the only groups that chose something other than ‘structure’, Jam Republic sticking to their outdoor idea and Bebe going with the all gender category. After the pink team explained why they picked what they did, it caused Deep n Dap to change their pick to outdoor as well, saying it was because they felt their crew could easily rival Jam Republic, which caused Kirsten to maturely and professionally nod, while y/n covered her mouth and snickered.

After Jam Republic has guaranteed themselves a spot in the outdoor concept, they head back to their team hideout and begin to plan out their ideas in full. Y/n already begins to map out choreography for her and Ling’s sections, while Emma does the same for herself and Audrey, leaving Kirsten and Latrice to pair up. The girls decided to head back to New Zealand and take advantage of the scenery as part of the expression of their members’ culture. It was a nice blend of y/n and Kirsten’s concepts.

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Y/n and Bada hadn’t really talked much since they began preparing for the Mega Crew mission, both focusing on their team’s success. Although they still texted daily, sometimes it was only a quick good morning or goodnight, while other times they had fuller conversations.

‘Have a safe flight, text me when you land plz!’ y/n read the message right before she got on the plane. She felt her heart swell at the little gesture of care, hearting the message and replying with a selfie of her in the airport paired with the words ‘thank you lovey, I will <3’.

Jam Republic boarded their plane and took off from South Korea to New Zealand, with many plans already going wrong as soon as the plane was in the air. You see, they had just been informed of how bad the weather was in the area, then about how many of the dancers they called for wouldn’t be able to make it. Each member was responsible for contacting and securing 10 members to come dance with them, explaining how the show would be paying for their trip and all the dancers had to do was show up and give it their best. It started off really well, with each of them actually coming back with more than 10 dancers. Then the weather hit. Flights were canceled or delayed to the point where people wouldn’t make it in enough time to learn the dance. On top of that, their idea to shoot at the beach was totally scrapped due to the intense winds. With the major setbacks of losing over half their dancers and not being able to use their original scene, the girls had to redo choreography and practically start the whole project over.

“This can’t be happening…” y/n was the first to start spiraling, ever the drama queen- but this time it was very justified. All six members of the crew stood in a circle in the middle of the studio floor, eyes flitting back and forth between each other and their leader, who was staring at the floor deep in thought. Kirsten let out a huge sigh and crossed her arms tensely.

“I’m sorry girls… but I really don’t know what we’re gonna do…” the leader ran her hands down her face and let out another deep breath, turning away for a moment with her hands on her hips. At that moment, the youngest realized how serious the situation really was, seeing as her leader wasn’t presenting her usual calm self. Typically when there was an issue, Kirsten was calm, cool, and collected- even if it seemed unsolvable… she always had an answer no matter what.

y/n being the perfectionist she is, began racking her brain for any possible solutions, already feeling her lungs begin to collapse at the possibility of complete failure. On top of being a perfectionist, the young girl also had a pretty bad case of savior complex, feeling like she had to fix everyone’s problems, especially when there was no one else who could- even if she knew that she herself probably wouldn’t be able to fix it either (at least not without bending over backward and bleeding herself dry).

“No… no we can easily fix this-” all eyes went to the youngest member who ran off to grab all their notebooks and bring them back over to where the crew still stood. She spread them out, riffling through the pages until she found ideas they could use.

“We can still use the stadium… it won’t be as grand of a scale as we wanted, but that can still work. And- and we can make it related to New Zealand instead of all of our different backgrounds, so it’s easier to put together and less choreography to make up… we can fix this!” y/n was frantically and hopefully (delusionally) explaining her ideas, trying as hard as she could to bring the team’s morale back up. They sat down in their circle and began connecting the ideas, just hoping for the best at this point

Even though the Jam Republic girls were frustrated, they only let it fuel their will to work even harder. It crushed y/n a little to have to scrap her idea, knowing it would’ve brought them an easy win, but she was determined to make their new routine strong. The team had ultimately decided to keep the athletic theme but changed it quite a bit to highlight rugby which was a big part of New Zealand culture. The girls planned on dancing in the bleachers and on the field to portray a Friday night lights feel, or a game- since it technically was still a competition between them and deep n dap.

A few days go by and it isn’t getting any easier for Jam Republic. As much as they try to stay positive, the insane lack of dancers makes it hard to achieve the impact they’re going for. Y/n kept saying how they needed to keep trying to find more dancers, but Kirsten just wanted to focus on perfecting the routine with what they had. The young girl also kept mentioning little ideas and elements to add in order to amplify the concept they were going for, but again the leader was more focused on solidifying the present piece. Y/n ended up getting so frustrated that she would just randomly start tearing up and crying during their breaks, not allowing herself to stop for more than 30 seconds, grabbing a quick sip of water, and then immediately going back to practicing. She thought that maybe if she gave it her all, she wouldn’t be as disappointed in herself when she wasn’t satisfied with the outcome.

Of course, all of the girls were on edge but they at least were able to put it aside at some moments, still being able to enjoy parts of the process. y/n tried her best not to let her teammates see how anxious and worked up she was, but the girl was so overwhelmed with fear of failure that it would be impossible for anyone not to see it. Which is why it made everything so much worse for her when she continued to go through the rest of the preparation without a single person asking what was wrong. Y/n understood- really, she did. Everyone needed to focus on the end goal, and that meant there wasn’t time to deal with her feelings.

Bada was beginning to worry, seeing as the last response she had gotten from y/n was days ago. The girl had landed her flight and texted the Bebe leader immediately, letting her know she was safe, but also explaining the problems that had already arisen. They talked briefly about how the pink team was likely going to have to restart everything if the weather didn’t ease up. Then a couple of days later, they talked on the phone about the complete concept change and reboot of their whole routine. Y/n tried to keep her stress to a minimum, not wanting to be a burden to the other girl who was also beginning to get stressed.

It had been many days since then, and she’d texted the younger girl three separate times as well as tried calling her twice. Bada finally got a response the day before Jam Republic would be flying back to Korea for the midterm mission check, where they as well as the other teams would be reviewing each other’s practice videos of the choreography. It had been a somewhat longer text message reading ‘hi. I’m really sorry for not responding at all for the last few days. I know you’re probably just as stressed as i am, so I’m sorry for not being able to be there. Things haven’t been going good over here and I’m honestly really scared to present what we have… but I’m sure everything will be fine haha. How have you been?’

Bada felt her heart clench at the girl’s words, understanding why she wasn’t responding but still feeling a bit upset nonetheless. It hurt her to see y/n try to brush off her stress and redirect her attention so it would focus on caring for others instead of caring for herself.

Jam Republic arrives back in South Korea and heads straight to the studio to film their reactions and judgments of the other teams. They immediately make their way to their pink hideout passing by other crews, but not having time to mingle or really do anything more than smile and wave. The girls were exhausted from the flight, jetlag, and overworking themselves. y/n didn’t even realize team Bebe wasn’t with the rest of the crews when they passed through the lobby.

Bebe sat in their room, feeling more anxious than usual, a bad vibe floating through the air. No one could quite put their finger on it, but something definitely wasn’t right and it was causing all of the members to feel its effects. It officially came time for all crews to review each dance practice video. Each team’s video played one by one and the members had time to fill out the review cards before moving on to the next.

Bebe’s video played next and the reactions were not positive, to say the least. Everyone seemed disappointed by the piece as a whole, expecting something much bigger- the music was too big of a risk, the props were poorly utilized, and it was overall just too simple. It wasn’t a bad video- it just didn’t meet anyone’s expectations since they were all waiting for some elaborate project, knowing Bada was very capable of doing so. Shortly after, a similar reaction was felt while everyone watched the Jam Republic video.

“They don’t have enough people…” Mina Myoung was the first to observe the team’s lack of crew members. They even paused the video to count how many were shown, seeing 28, which was under the minimum limit of 30 people.

“It honestly isn’t powerful enough… it’s just not impressive” Buckey commented, crossing her arms over her chest. Yoonji sighed and frowned.

“This is so sad… I was really rooting for them” The girl mumbled, genuinely feeling pity for the international team, hoping they’d be able to pull through.

When it came down to voting for the team that should be eliminated, Jam Republic ultimately chose Bebe. They were originally tied between voting for Bebe and Wolf'lo, with y/n fighting her best fight to vote for Wolf'lo because it just didn't look entertaining to her and they had no story or plot.

"y/n…" Kirsten started off in a warning but gentle tone

"We can’t just not pick Bebe because of you and Bada… this is a competition babe." and y/n was kinda hurt by that because she knows how to be objective and she didn't even think she was biasing Bebe- she just personally didn't like Wolf'lo and thought they should be eliminated over any other team.

Then it finally came down to the results. Each team would be given a scorecard showing the comments and feedback they’d received from the others. One card would reveal the team voted as most likely to place first, and another would reveal who was most likely to be eliminated. When Jam Republic opens their card, it felt like all of the air suddenly got sucked out of the room.

“God DAMN” Audrey laughed humorlessly in absolute shock, as they all stared at the words ‘MOST AT RISK FOR ELIMINATION’ in big bold letters at the top. y/n stopped breathing for a few seconds and she’s pretty sure everyone else did too, seeing as there was not a single sound to be heard in the dressing room. The young girl once again tried to convince herself to think rationally, but couldn’t get past the anxiety and crushing weight of failure that was starting to fill her lungs. She wasn’t even angry, even though she should’ve been because she understood. y/n understood that they didn’t meet the criteria, and their dance simply wasn’t as put together as it should've been, especially in comparison to other teams/

What really got her emotional was realizing that Bebe- that BADA- voted for them too… it felt like such betrayal and she wore that shit on her face like usual. But still- she didn't feel angry, just betrayed and heartbroken, and really fucking disappointed. The more mature and logical side of y/n was still trying not to jump to conclusions because maybe it wasn’t Bada that decided… Maybe it was the same situation her team had going on- maybe Bada didn’t want to vote for Jam Republic but the majority of others did. Y/n truly did understand everyone’s reasoning, but that didn’t make it hurt any less, especially having Bada vote to eliminate her as well

“It’s gonna be okay lovey… I promise” Kirsten wrapped her arm around the youngest’s shoulders and whispered reassuringly to her as she watched her begin to have a mental breakdown. Moments later, the rest of the crew’s ranking was revealed, showing 1 Million in first and Jam Republic in last, but also- Bebe in sixth, the second to last place. Seeing this, Bada sighed and began to have her own slight mental breakdown.

Some teams celebrated their rankings while others sat quietly, reviewing the feedback and pondering what to do. Jam Republic sat in silence as Kirsten read over the comments. Y/n sat by her side with her head in her hands sobbing silently, so overwhelmed that she didn’t know what to do. The entire team was at a loss, and soon Kirsten started crying too, wrapping and arm around the youngest members, who finally let her emotions be shown to her team. The loud cries were the only sound in the room.

Y/n was able to calm herself down after about 20 minutes of crying. The poor girl felt so awful about how things were going feeling responsible for a lot of it- thinking that maybe if she had pushed her ideas a little more, or gotten in contact with more people, or even just tried a little harder, maybe Jam Republic could’ve done so much better. Even though she’s calmed down, tears still flow down her face without her even realizing it. Y/n was never angry at anyone else for their opinions, but now she’s feeling awfully spiteful towards herself. The youngest member was filled with so much resentment and self-hatred, that it immediately sent her into an inescapable depression.

The show writers and staff were cruel. So cruel for making these girls show off their inspiration boards and creative briefs live in front of the other teams. Each team explains their given concept and how they came up with the details to highlight what they chose. While it was much more of a relaxed environment (in the sense that there would be no feedback or ranking based on this), a majority of contestants were nowhere near feeling at ease.

The members of Jam Republic were able to build themselves back up and put on their game faces while presenting, except for y/n. She really did try her best to not look like she was about to cry at the drop of a hat, but it was no use. The girl was simply not herself. The small girl’s usually bright and energetic personality was nowhere to be found, not once cracking even a hint of a smile- even when Jam Republic received immense praise for their ideas. She didn’t find any enjoyment in the other crew’s presentations, although to be fair she wasn’t really able to focus on them- she just sat there in a daze.

It made everyone nervous to see Jam Republic’s youngest member like this. Her members noticed that she had become even more irritable than before- but now in a scary way that genuinely had them concerned for themselves and everyone else. The girl was calm but you could just feel the rage and depression and resentment radiating off of her to the point it made chills run down your spine.

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After every crew had shared their ideas and idea boards, they were allowed to go back to head back to their hideouts to discuss any adjustments or further plans that had to be made before returning to their projects. Jam Republic had to get right back on a plane in a few hours to head back to New Zealand and somehow fix their entire routine, again.

Y/n just finished walking up the staircase leading from the fight zone to the crew lounges, when she heard someone call out her name from closely behind her. The girl turned around to come face to face with the tall leader she had been talking with for the last few months.

“Hey, are you okay? I called your name like three times…” Bada questioned worriedly, her eyebrows furrowed and head tilted as she waited for the younger girl’s response, with wide caring eyes.

“...I'm just really tired” y/n whispered in the meekest voice possible, already feeling her eyes start to sting again, but trying to cover it up with a smile. Bada sighs and pulls her into a big hug, and surprisingly y/n doesn’t burst into tears. The girl continues to try as hard as possible to keep the droplets from escaping her eyes as she squeezes them shut.

“Look… I’m really sorry” the older of the two began resting her head atop y/n’s, but the shorter one felt her body tense at the apology already not liking where the conversation was headed. y/n let go of Bada’s waist and backed away, waiting for the older girl to continue.

“It wasn’t personal… the dance was still very good, and it’ll look even better with all of the ideas planned out!” she finished, referring to how her team had voted Jam Republic as the worst crew. Y/n’s face lost any emotion she had regained, looking empty and exhausted again, making Bada’s skin prickle.

“no, I understand” was all y/n spoke, already trying to disconnect from reality to save herself from crying again or making a bigger fool out of herself than she already has. But Bada is only more upset by the reaction, seeing as y/n just doesn’t seem at all like herself. The girl genuinely looks empty inside and no one on the show has ever seen her like this, in fact- no one in Jam Republic has even seen her like this and they’re all beginning to become extremely worried about her. And even though it’s clear the small girl just needs time and space, Bada decides to keep talking

“The vote was objective I promise, I don’t want you to think anything personally of it” At the end of the older girl’s sentence, y/n just felt the tiniest bit of a scowl make its way onto her face, feeling pissed off at the thought of someone once again thinking she doesn’t understand the concept of a competition.

“Obviously- I’m not stupid, this is a competition.” the harsh tone that comes out of the younger really throws Bada for a loop because she has never seen y/n speak to or about anyone like this- and it makes her feel sick to her stomach that her first time witnessing it is directed at her.

“I- no, what? Of course you’re not stupid! I just wanted to make sure… to make sure you knew. That’s all.” Bada started off a bit panicked and emotional but quickly was able to calm down and speak rationally, understanding the younger girl was known to have a bit of a temper. There was a long silent pause.

"did you decide on Jam Republic?" y/n asked a bit accusatorily

"Huh?" the older tilted her head, still absolutely confused about how this situation was occurring right now.

"did YOU, as in yourself, Bada Lee, decide to vote Jam Republic as the team to be eliminated, or was it someone else's idea…" There was silence for a moment before Bada sighed then pursed her lips

"We all decided-"

"but who's idea was it? Did you even argue it? Were you even thinking of anyone else? Or did you just immediately decide and agree that my team should be the next to go?" Bada didn’t say anything as she started to get a little frustrated, but she watched as y/n just scoffed at the lack of response and turned to walk away, rolling her eyes. Bada followed her and pulled her aside, a few feet away from the outside of Bebe's dressing room

"well you voted for my team as the worst, so how is this any fair at all?" the tall leader finally let her emotions take control of her as she shot back with much less frustration than her counterpart, but still irritated nonetheless.

"because I didn't want to vote for you! I fought to vote Wolf'lo over you guys because I know you don't deserve to go home! I understand it from an objective perspective- I promise Bada, I do- but that doesn't make it hurt any less!" There were a few beats of silence before y/n continued

"and it's honestly really infuriating that you don't think I understand that this is a competition-" she finished off quieter than before but still filled with annoyance and betrayal.

"WOAH- now when did I EVER say that??" now it was Bada’s turn to blow up

"Oh my god- you don't have to say it! You clearly think I'm just here to have fun and make friends!" y/n once again raised her voice, this time rising in pitch as well.

"Why would you say that??" Bada fired back and was immediately met with the calmest tone of voice y/n had spoken in since the argument began, and it terrified her.

"Bada- you haven't seen me as a threat once this entire competition… have you? Not to you, not to your team…" Bada stuttered for a second, completely blindsided by the argument

"where is this all coming from y/n?" the tall girl asked, genuinely concerned. y/n sighed and her eyes softened, shook her head.

"never mind" She turned and went to walk away, but Bada grabbed her by the wrist again and dragged her inside the blue team room, closing the door behind her

"you need to speak to me. You need to communicate with me what's going on right now because whatever you're feeling is totally valid- we had a rough day out there- fuck, we’ve had a rough few days, especially you- but that doesn't mean you get to take it out on me… so please tell what's wrong, so I can try to help." the older girl calmly and gently explained her thoughts and feelings to the girl in front of her, and y/n almost cracked. almost.

“I think it’s best for me to focus on the competition… building relationships clearly isn’t working out to my benefit" Her previously soft and watery eyes, had quickly cleared up within a few seconds, leaving her looking cold and unapproachable again. The response was petty and childish, y/n herself knew that, but she said to hurt Bada.

why do you want to hurt Bada? She was apologizing, why are you making this harder? You’re being childish and proving everyone right- you’re not fit for this competition, you’re too young y/n and you don’t know how to handle things when you actually need to.

The younger girl’s internal dialogue was emotional and resentful towards herself, but for once, the expression on her face didn’t show how she was truly feeling. The anger and hatred taking over her features wasn’t directed towards the older girl in front of her, which is what anyone witnessing the interaction would assume. y/n could feel her stomach churning and her face getting hot with embarrassment. She didn’t understand why she was acting like this and didn’t know how to get herself to stop.

It felt like hours had passed before Bada spoke again and when she did it was led by an aggressive scoff.

“You can’t be serious right now…” she challenged so calmly that it sent a chill up y/n’s spine, the younger girl’s resolve finally breaking down and it became apparent that she wasn’t actually as tough as she was trying to be. Bada could see the cold glare falter for a split second, watching as her eyes became full of emotion before the younger was able to reel it in again.

“Why wouldn’t I be serious? This is a competition and the only people I should be trusting are my teammates, I shouldn’t be letting my emotions get in the way of things…” y/n responded just as calmly. If anyone else were to be present for the interaction they probably would've froze to death due to how cold the two were being.

“Next time I'll make sure to vote objectively and solely based on what I see in front, instead of trying to think about who deserves to be here more.” she finished with an empty, tight-lipped smile, tilting her head feigning understanding, and Bada let out a humorless chuckle

“God- have you always been this manipulative?” it was her turn to try and hurt the other girl. y/n’s cocky grin dropped immediately and she straightened up entirely.

“Excuse me?” the younger girl furrowed her brows and scowled again

“You heard me…” Bada replied cooly and nonchalantly as if this were any other normal conversation

“I came to you, apologizing for what I did and your response to that is to start an argument- and THEN when you realize you’re in the wrong, you try to turn it on me?” the older girl finished, voice rising slightly

“I never turned it on you- I said how I needed to focus on the competition and stop being so friendly with everyone, how are you so self-absorbed to think that was about you?” y/n could barely even get her last word out before the other was shouting over her.

“BECAUSE IT WAS- it so obviously was a dig at me y/n, because who else are you close with? Huh??” the volume of Bada’s voice caused the younger girl to flinch, no longer being able to preserve her emotions. The tall girl took a few steps forward and leaned down, getting in y/n’s face.

“Who else can actually stand being around you…” shot after shot fired, Bada was doing a much better job at hurting y/n than y/n was doing hurting Bada. She wasn’t even thinking about how she used to tell herself that she would never be the reason y/n would be crying, and now here she is, feeling satisfied when she sees a single tear run down the girl's face. She wasn’t paying attention to how it sucked all the air out of her lungs and made her stomach turn in disgust, only noticing the minuscule feeling of satisfaction.

“I think it’s so funny how you say that, knowing damn well you get jealous any time someone even looks at me… you know better than anybody that anyone in this fucking place would love to be in your position-” and this caused Bada to let out a loud laugh of disbelief, backing away slightly before getting right back in her face

“Yeah? Then how come nobody even paid attention to you until I took notice… you know that’s the only reason you’re popular, right? If it had been anyone else, no one would’ve cared… admit it to yourself, nobody wants to be in my place y/n- they all wanna be in yours, so maybe think about how lucky you are…” Bada didn’t believe in a single thing that was coming out of her mouth, she honestly couldn’t even believe her own voice hearing how condescending and spiteful the words sounded as they left her lips. She could feel a slight ringing in her ears, part of her brain processing it as a tiny voice screaming at her to stop and that she was making a mistake. But the damage was already done.

Y/n was barely holding back tears anymore, pursing her lips and clenching her jaw did nothing to stop the flow of salty droplets from streaming down her face. Her nostrils flared slightly as she swallowed down sobs and tightly closed her eyes.

“I’m not having this conversation anymore…” she managed to get the words out without sounding horribly choked up as she turns away to leave, hand about to turn the knob as the older girl lets out another dry chuckle.

“Oh so now you wanna act mature? Let me tell you this isn’t the mature way to handle the situation anymore- you don’t know how to talk to people or resolve conflict, in fact you’re NOT confrontational at all, and are really just a scared little girl who’s all bark and no bite. You’re such a child- that’s all you are- is a FUCKING child…” it’s dead silent after Bada’s done screaming at her. Y/n turns around slowly and just stands there for a moment with a blank stare, then lets out the most dry, humorless laugh. It honestly scares the shit out of the older girl, eyes going wide and face paling, coming to her senses and realizing how fucked the situation was.

Y/n was smiling and laughing, albeit a little psychotically, all while still crying- she had finally snapped, and Bada was terrified. The girl in front of her could easily be a danger to herself, and possibly others in the state she was in, but all the leader could think about was how there was probably no coming back from this. The younger of the two just closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them and nodding at Bada with a tight-lipped smile, taking a deep breath.

“Okay” y/n smiles painfully as tears continue to run down her face- she turns around, swings the door open, and slams it shut as she walks out. The silence that followed was broken only seconds later as Bada heard the sobs that were almost immediately released by the girl who had just left.

y/n hadn’t even noticed the rest of Bada’s team standing around the corner, as she walked in the other direction to head back to her own room. Once she was far enough away, Lusher led the group quietly into their space seeing their leader sat on the couch with her head in her hands.

“Hey…” she speaks quietly, and Bada looks up with an empty look in her eyes, but tries to hide it when she realizes her team is present. Before she can even try to pretend nothing happened, the sub-leader was speaking up again

“We heard everything…” Bada sighed and felt tears pricking her eyes, disappointment and heartbreak finally taking over as she realized how fucked up the things she said were. The younger members sat around their leader and rubbed her arm or leg while they all watched with sad eyes as she sobbed. This was going to be a rough next few days.

notes: i'm so sorry...

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no because why was I listening to futures song called rich sex and thought maybe I could request you to make a sex scene for the influencer wife x rapper Eren cause it just…goes so well with the song , cause like…imagine Eren was on tour right? And y/n is with him too , don’t you think it’ll be a GOOD ASS SMUT if they fuck WHILEEEE on tour? And then Eren is dressed up all in his expensive jewelry such as y/n and then he decides to fuck y/n for a lil adrenaline rush to hype him up before he gets on stage. So don’t you think that would be A GOOD ASS SMUT cause I think so too.

Oh. My. Goddddd!! This is perfect likeee, your mind. I’m biting my fist so hard thinking about this. 😩 say less, I got you bby!

(btw, I hope y’all ain’t sick of this storyline yet cause it’s fr my fucking fave and the only thing I’ll be talking about for the next week!)

“Baby, let's go have rich sex”

themes: riding, 69, choking, mentions of drinking and smoking, exhibitionism (if you squint), mirror sex, collapsed back shots, they just be fucking nasty fr so anything goes

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another day, another dollar as the saying goes but it was another night, another city down in the instance of the international recording artist…going from state to state, pouring his heart out on the stage in the form of his wonderful music. Although it had been some time, he still had it like he never left and the proof was in the form of not only his massive ticket sales but all of the tweets and tagged pictures, praising the rapper for his performance and love of his fans.

now, he was on his tour bus..headed to the next location on the docket of his North American leg. Surrounded by his crew, band and of course, the love of his life, (y/n) (l/n); having not too long ago celebrated the joyous occasion with those he cherished most as they all raised champagne glasses for a toast to Eren.

now the musician could be found in the luxurious master bedroom of the bus..lying atop the California King, shrouded in blue silk Versace bed linen, which was discreetly embroidered with the designer logo and his initials on the other side. A black robe from the same maker swaddling his freshly showered body..

mindless background noise could be heard playing from a fifty inch flatscreen mounted on the wall. Currently, he was blowing clouds of smoke into the air from the spliff placed between his lips..using it to ironically come down from the high of the evening. It was always his ritual of sorts to decompress after being on stage. A time of quiet reflection except now…

“You mind if I join you?..”

he had much to look forward to afterwards. That sweet, sexy voice he’d never grow tired of hearing, perking him straight up from his position. He’d be greeted by the pleasant surprise of his beloved bride-to-be, taking off your robe and standing at the foot of the bed in all white lace lingerie..contrasting that almost ethereal umber complexion. Like the smoothest Godiva and his biggest weakness, among other things..

those pretty ass titties sitting up perfectly in that bralette and cascading down your back were the forty inches of Brazilian bundles; black with honey blonde highlights at the very front. Those baby hairs styled and laid to perfection.

you truly were a goddess in the flesh.

“..and I was just wondering where your pretty ass was..c’mere, baby.”

the sentence followed by a wave of his finger, signaling you to climb on top of him. And with that deep, drowsy..sexy voice, you wouldn’t waste another second doing so. Immediately gliding a hand up his chiseled, tattooed chest and targeting his neck with gentle kisses;

flicking around his ear and hitting those giant studs in them. Your soft lips slightly brushing the diamonds of the customized ‘EJ’ chain, courtesy of famed jeweler Johnny Dang. A piece he acquired after the success of his very first album..a good luck charm of sorts, worth over ten bands..

but the collection didn’t stop there. A Patek scattered with VVS’ that could pay someone’s car note, grazed your bare ass as he gripped it with both hands amidst your make-out session.

(Y/N) slowly grounded on his lap to drum up the impending hard on that quickly formed at the sight of you. How could it not when his baby was adorned in matching pieces that glowed like fluorescents under the ceiling’s lavender lighting? The Cuban Link encrusted with pink diamonds and your name plate, a Rollie with the same color scheme and a glistening choker and anklet with his name on it.

all reminders of his rampant success and the fact that you were all his..taking pride in the fact that he could afford to not only splurge on himself but ice his girl out as well. One look around that bus and anyone could see how much he loved the lavish life..even if he didn’t flaunt it for the world to see.

“Y’know, I’m so proud of you, baby..I swear I’ll never get tired of hearing you perform.” the muffled words uttered in a sultry tone and one that made him feel better than any comment could. You really were his number one supporter and now, you wanted to give him a reward that no one else had to offer. Staring at his beloved with those gleaming green eyes that you loved so much, he’d crack a faint smile. “Yeah? I did a good job, huh mama?” that nickname always sending chills and tingles to unseen places…

honestly, being the perfectionist he was, he’d had doubts. There was no way he’d be able top his last performance or draw out another crowd like that. But you were going to remind him every time that he still was every bit of the star they said he was. And that was all the validation he needed.

you’d continue touching and licking all over him, trying to render that pretty physique of his completely nude. “…mmmm, yes and you looked sooo fucking good on that stage tonight..couldn’t wait to come fuck on you..”

admitting bluntly with your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, suckling on his skin and surely leaving a hickey or two. Meanwhile, you’d rub the thin seat of those panties against his erection, that was growing larger. The tiny wet spot forming as a result of the friction…which made him claw at the sheets. There was no way he’d ever survive this tour without you here! Months on the road without his girl?

FaceTime would’ve never sufficed but truthfully, you were turned on the second you saw him up on that stage..so confidently spitting his lyrics, commanding the crowd and talking his shit. What really done you in was the final song when he became shirtless;

black cargos hugging his waist and faintly exposing the waistband of his boxers..chains shining and sweat glistening from his ripped muscles as he was performing one of his more risqué joints. Looking direct at you when he rapped about fucking like he wanted to give you his child. Of course, his horny fangirls would probably disagree and say the message was meant for them..hence why they all began grabbing at his crotch.

“Yeah? ‘Cause I been needing some of that pussy too..”

..but rest assured, you were the only thing on his mind. That much confirmed by the way he was sucking his teeth and moaning. Pawing at your g-string to peel it back and expose your dripping center. Once that cool air hit your warmth, his cock was next; allowing you to tease yourself against his shaft as he opened up that bathrobe. So helplessly grinding and whimpering with his tip grazing your clit..leaning up momentarily only to align with your entrance..gliding down on it until you both heard the slight pop of it being inside. Almost immediately, Eren tossed his head back and moaned at the sensation of your tight grip.

“Oh fuck..” meanwhile, you were getting into position; planting both feet on the bed and a hand across his chest. Something about staring down to see him with that chain on as you bounced on that dick just made you wetter. And he knew you loved fucking him with that jewelry on so he wouldn’t dare remove it..neither of you could sit idle though so once you gathered your bearings, (y/n) began moving, slowly propelling yourself up and down on it just to get a feel.

the visible tightness of your insides gripping him with each one..it was because of that, this man would buy you the whole world if you asked. That pussy was worth billions as far as he was concerned! So once you started to add a little rhythm and speed to your riding, he’d glare up at you in amazement. Smacking noises erupting as you had already slathered him down in your slick from that previous teasing.. “..yeah, just like that, baby…’fucking me so good.”

it’d be a miracle if you didn’t wake the rest of the passengers on board with his loud moaning but you weren’t too far behind as that tip reached your spot. It never took much from this angle. “Just lay back, daddy..and let me do the work. You deserve it…” nothing made him feel better. Having this bad bitch fuck his brains out..a little buzzed from the alcohol and weed he consumer earlier, it was bliss.

“Mmm..thank you, baby. Oh my God..you feel so good right now..”

but you were struggling a bit, trying to gain your pace because no matter how many times the two of you made love, his massive size was still your weakness. But you took that shit every time like you owned it! Eventually, (y/n) was full blown fucking him..balancing perfectly on those tip toes and bouncing.

even deciding to throw a few tricks into the mix with that big voluptuous ass, twerking and dancing on that dick whilst you grabbed at his chain as a leash of sorts. That’s when you felt him pulsate inside of you and felt the sudden clutch of his heavy hand on your backside, followed by encouraging slaps to your cheeks. “yeah..let me know how good that pussy feels..how much you love when I ride this dick..” without a doubt, he was your bitch at the moment! Eyes stretched wide and mouth agape with loud moans as you clamped around that shaft once again.

a sheet of slimy, sticky arousal being the only barrier between your clashing flesh. It made no goddamn sense how messy you got.

“I fucking love that shit, mama…about to make me come in that pussy..she so wet f’r me too…fuuuck!” sounding so hot and helpless with those high pitched cries. You loved when he became submissive like this.

he was exhausted after moving around on stage for two hours and not too long ago, he was drained but right now, it was taking everything in him not to fuck up into you..but he knew you could handle it and soon, it would pay off. Continuing to ride until you felt your legs begin to weaken, you’d eventually lie flat against his torso and slam that round ass entirely on him; burying that cock until it hit your core. From there, you two met in a sloppy, passionate kiss..exchanging strings of saliva and sexy whimpers.

your mouth eventually meeting his ear, only to fill it with sweet cries. “I’m ‘bout to come, daddy! Fuck..I c-ca—“ your sentence coming to an abrupt halt as you felt a ping in your tummy and suddenly, couldn’t go another second. Your wobbly legs shot straight up as you reached your climax first. Which he wasn’t too mad at, considering the fact that he always wanted you to get that nut first and also, you were flooding him and his sheets with squirt.

not to mention, it gave him just the opening he needed to take control for this next position. “Nah, don’t run. Sit on this fucking face.” With a grin on his features, Eren reached over and clutched behind your thighs, bringing you down to his face to let some remnants fall into his open mouth. He loved your taste..drinking it in like it was the finest FiJi. His freakiness knew no bounds and you loved it.

“Mmmm, baby! Fuck!” (y/n) crying out as he slurped your juices and that swollen clit. You’d look back to see his manhood still standing at attention and twitching on its lonesome as he tongue fucked your pussy. But you didn’t have to miss out on the fun either as he instructed you to flip around so that you were locked into a sixty nine position. He hadn’t come yet so he wanted make sure to fill your pretty little throat with all that nut instead..

he was already enjoying his feast, flicking his tongue between your folds and even your asscrack when you managed to get acclimated with you began suctioning those plump lips around his shaft. Sucking him off and tasting yourself in the process..soon, your bodies were like a well oiled machine; working in tandem to give each other oral pleasure..the only thing heard from either end were soft whimpers and loud slurping.

putting his dick seven inches down your throat until you coaxed out spit bubbles to further lube him up with before jerking him off for a minute. The cold steel of your chain gently brushing past his balls which caused him to thrust up into your throat. He had a knack of not playing fair when it came to you sucking his dick. He always wanted to test your limits and see how far that cock could fit, even sometimes touching your uvula when he done so. He couldn’t help himself when you were so skilled at giving head..even jokingly saving you in his phone as throat goat.

the way you didn’t care how messy it got, if you fucked up your makeup or even choked, you’d eventually end up swallowing his nut in some form or fashion. And right now, you were well on your way to doing so. Softly massaging his sack, you’d continue working his member, pumping it to inevitably make him climax. But the more you suckled at his tip, the further he shoved his tongue into your entrance and made you yelp. He’d be getting a second orgasm out of you if he wasn’t careful.

and he wasn’t letting up until that happen. However, he wasn’t too far behind and in one swift move, (y/n) spat those strings of precum and saliva back down on to his length and cleaned it all up with one big suction motion that nearly took him off the bed.

“F-fuck!” drumming those cries out of his mouth as you did the same to his cock..milking that warm, white fluid from his balls to the back of your throat. Almost like clockwork, you too released yet again, all over his tongue. He’d lap it all up with no hesitation also..

“You’re so fucking nasty…God, I love you..”

Eren choked out from the back of his throat, head tossed against the silk lined pillow case. You’d look down to see his toes curling and legs trembling..a job well done if you could say so yourself. But the two of you weren’t finished by a long shot. He needed to be inside of you..and this time, he wanted you both to watch! Finally coming to, he’d smack your ass a couple times to get your attention and move you once more.

placing you at the edge of the bed, he’d command you on all fours and to face the giant mirror in front of it. Your nude, sweat slicked bodies on full display in the reflection…it was something so sexy about it. Planted firmly in the mattress on your hands and knees, you’d stare straight ahead, winding those hips in a fluid motion and slowly making that round ass jiggle. The curve could be seen as you folded your arms and pressed your perky titties further into the mattress; making that back arch as far as it could go.

it was that type of thickness men made full songs about. That had the whole industry hating on this man for no reason..other than the fact he was the one lucky enough to beat your back in every night. But you doubted there was anyone else who could ever put that dick on you the way he did! And he was about to prove why.

“Look back at me when you do that shit, mama..” twisting your head around, you’d give him a doe eyes expression with those big brown orbs, subtly tossing it against his pelvis as he bucked up against your ass; smacking on it for encouragement. “..so goddamn fine, I swear..”

flicking your tongue over your lips, you’d continue throwing it on him until you felt him clutch your waist, resting that wristwatch on the cute dimples in the small of your back. Around your hips hung a bejeweled belly chain, and he was about to use it to his advantage. Now, he had tugged your face forward again, making you watch as prepared to give you that pipe for the second time..it was his turn to be in control so you knew he was about to go crazy…

gently tapping that head against your sticky center, he’d make you draw a few light huffs, mainly out of frustration. That little hole was spasming on air and asking to be filled so you couldn’t take anymore of the teasing. “Mmphmm…quit playinggg. Give me that dick.” It was so adorable how antsy you got that quickly. Because you looked so precious when begging, he wouldn’t hold out any longer.

“Alright, alright…I won’t. You know what to do, open that shit up then.”

immediately, you’d place your palms to your round cheeks and spread them apart. Your diamond tennis bracelet and long acrylics laying on your smooth skin..like a work of art. Suddenly, you’d see a long trail of saliva trickle from his lips onto his cock head, where he’d massage it in before stuffing it back in your needy cunt. Damn near sucked in by those folds. You obviously needed him pretty bad..

so he’d never keep his princess waiting. His manicured fingers clutched that little accessory to keep you reigned in as he began feeding you deep strokes to the center of your core. Not exactly rough yet but damn sure not slow..enough to have you creaming with only a couple in. Meanwhile, you could see him fixated on the motion of your ass, moving with each one. Back shots with you always went fucking dumb..the sound, the collision of skin..it was perfect.

“Feels good, huh baby?” Taunting in a soft moan as you’d look up and see him chewing at his lip, trying to concentrate on his rhythm. You didn’t have to worry about him because he’d be handling it soon enough. Chuckling, he’d just smack your bottom again and speed up. “You just bouncing that shit on me…don’t stop, baby.”

and you’d gladly obey, letting him tug you back as he impaled you on his shaft..fitting it past the hilt, shoving it in and then all the way back out. Soon, he was rocking you back and forth with complete dominion over your body. You’d fuck him back, meeting those thrusts for as long as you could until you found yourself trembling and he took control again. No need to stress though because he was more than capable of fucking you just fine on his own.

“..tapping out on me already, princess? I’m not even close yet.” Now it was his turn to tease you and with one hand still on your ass; thumb pressed into your puckering asshole, the other reaching for that long hair; not giving a fuck if he messed it up because he’d pay to get it redone, he’d pound your little pussy like he was trying to make good on his promise during the concert. That platinum chain slamming his chest and the few untamed brunette locks scattering around that handsome face, he’d tap into another speed and keep going for you.

the glistening diamonds of all your collective jewelry practically glowing underneath the now dimmer fluorescent lighting…such a pleasing aesthetic and fuel to keep going. At this point, he had you clawing at the bed sheets, trying to keep your head up but drool was seeping from between those pretty lips and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head..he was beating your shit up so bad, you could feel it touching the inner corner of your cervix. It was unfathomable how big that shit was and how well he wielded it. That’s why you’d gladly display his name on you.

“Hhngh! Daddy, fuck! Yes—oh my gosh! I can feel it…’s so deep..” Tears beginning to swell and fall from your eyes at this point because you couldn’t take it. His palm slowly circulated your throat, applying slight pressure to asphyxiate your breathing and give you even more stimulation. Undeniably, he was the best dick you had ever had and to think, you’d be getting it in every city and for the rest of your life. But that was perfect because he’d train that pretty little cunt to only conform to his shape. So much so, you’d never want to leave…

“I know, baby…but you taking that dick so good for me. I don’t wanna stop.” And that much was apparent when he slowed only for a second because you were frozen before clamping down and releasing a stream of squirting juices. It happened so fast, that you couldn’t even time your orgasm.. “ahhh, shittt! Mmmphm!” full blown fucked to tears as you rubbed it out onto his jumping member, which made him so proud; even slapping it against your slit to drum more out. Until you finished and collapsed on your stomach.

“You look so pretty when you come…I love it.”

but the fun wasn’t over quite yet! Keeping his palm planted to the center of your back, Eren held you down and continued drilling into you..rutting his hips into your cheeks and shoving his cock as far as he could go. “It’s alright, mama. You did so good..but let me handle the rest. I got it..lemme take care of you.” his voice completely soothing and comforting as he massaged your back. To be so delicate after making you nut for a third time was nothing less than to be expected of your man.

however, he’d be joining you shortly and you’d both be on that climatic cloud together. His voice began to crack and you’d hear his breathing become faster..he was definitely reaching his peak and before long, those thrusts slowed drastically and only came in shape jolts, signaling how close he was. That grip was a little too much now and with his shaft swollen inside of you, he’d have no choice but to stay in it. “Ha!-f-fuck!..I’m ‘bout to come, baby..”

and with those final words from his beloved (y/n)..

“Come in me..nut in this pussy, daddy. I want it..”

he’d fulfill your request by dumping every drop and inkling of his warm seed into your womb. Pinning you to the mattress before collapsing over onto your entire frame. Whining so helplessly, that it was so attractive. Being the one to witness his most vulnerable moments was so amazing, especially when you were responsible.

lying there in complete shock, you were pretty sure everyone on that bus had probably heard the two of you creating a chorus of chaotic love making. But none of it matter. In that room, it was like an entirely different planet where only you both existed and you didn’t want to come back down anytime soon..

brushing your hair off the nape of your neck, he’d place a couple soft kisses on it and your spine before bringing your face back around to let your lips crash together again. The slow kisses after fucking like animals was always the best.

“I love you..” “I love you more..” the words exchanged through pressed lips but you both meant it clear as day. For a minute, he’d just gently caress your back to soothe you. Watching you cry, even if from pleasure didn’t sit right with him! “How you feel? Are you okay?” Whispering against your ear as he gently pecked it. All you could do was giggle because after that, you had no complaints. “Much better now..you?”

and of course, it was no question: “Let’s just say I feel like I can go do a hundred shows now.” Making both of you break into laughter. It seems that your motivation was doing wonders for him.

but first, a little bit of actual sleep wouldn’t hurt! One thing was for sure though..cars, jewelry and bags aside, what you done to and for him and the love you gave was completely priceless. Something not even money could buy.

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stuckysbike · 7 months

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Kiss Me Once In The Moonlight

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, unrequited?feelings. Fluff.

Summary: You’ve fallen in love, but he wants someone else.

It was a cold mid October Saturday night when you realised you were in love with Bucky Barnes.

Natasha had ushered you out of your solitude and over to her private apartment on the compound. Steve was already there, along with Sam, Joaquin, Yelana, a few from the medical team and a few mechanics.

The place was decorated for spooky season, with playful ghosts and fuzzy spiders hiding in the corners. Everyone got comfortable and music played in the background whilst you snacked on nuts and candied apples and sipped beer. Halloween meets Octoberfest was the theme.

Bucky had been telling a story, his face lit up and his big hands flying everywhere as he described his mom chasing him with a broom during his teenage years after a Halloween fright. Occasionally his eyes met yours and they sparkled, but you figured he was like that with everyone.

You’d been crushing on him since you arrived in January and he was first to greet you. He seemed fascinated by your job, research and data analyst, but it was ultimately boring to almost everyone but you.

You lunched together sometimes and you swapped books every few weeks. You even got him into podcasts and you were always swapping recommendations.

But tonight he looked happy, relaxed even, and when Natasha dropped her dainty feet into his lap you felt the world skip underneath you, you wanted to put your feet in his lap. You wanted his big hands dwarfing your feet.

He rubbed her toes without thinking, and she snuggled down as the mechanics started describing the prank they’d played on Tony this week, going so far as to rope Pepper in.

“Wanna stay here tonight?” You heard Natasha murmur to Bucky during a lull in conversation. Sam was changing the music and Joaquin was setting up tequila shots.

He smiled at her but shook his head. “Nah,” his voice was thick with tiredness.

“You finally made a move on that girl?” She teased wiggling in her spot.

Bucky’s cheeks tinged pink and you dropped your eyes when you realised you were staring. You didn’t want to be caught looking like some dumb kid.

It was foolish to think that Bucky with his wonderful abilities and handsome looks would be interested in you who spent most of your time at work or alone.

“Think I’m gonna’ take her out, yeah,” he nodded. You snuck a glance at him in time to catch him looking from you to Natasha.

Oh god, he must have noticed you staring. How embarrassing!

Tears that had no right to form stung your eyes and you stood suddenly distracting Steve who was kneeling at the coffee table next to you. Sam took the opportunity to defeat him in their thumb war game much to Steve’s annoyance.

“I’m going to head back, I’m just really tired,” you said to the room, avoiding Bucky. “Thank you for the invitation Natasha.”

There were a few comments asking you to stay but ultimately everyone wished you a good sleep. Your own room was a fifteen minute walk away in a shared block and you pulled your arms around yourself to fight the cold as you stepped outside.

“Hey Doll,” Bucky called startling you.

“Bucky, hi,” you frowned.

“Thought I’d walk you back,” he said falling into step with you. “And I wanted your advice.”

“Oh?”

“So there’s this girl I like. She’s not like the others, she’s not really - she’s different. And I really want to make a date special for her, you know?” He glanced as you, letting his arm bump yours as you walked.

“I do,” you sighed resigning yourself to your fate. You didn’t want to have this conversation but you didn’t want to not help him either. He was your friend after all.

“So I’ve had a few first date ideas, I’m thinking farmers market then making brunch together? I started this really great podcast and I was thinking we could listen together as we cook then talk about it while we eat? Then after we could go to a museum or something?” Bucky licked his lips and stopped looking at you.

You didn’t want him to share a podcast with her. That was your thing with him. You knew you were being unfair, childish even but right now you didn’t care.

“That sounds lovely,” you said. And it did, you wished you were that girl, you wished Bucky wanted to go to all that trouble for you but instead you’d have to sit home alone tomorrow whilst he woo’d someone else.

“Yeah?” He asked excitedly. “I really just wanna’ hold her hand, at the market, in the museum, I just crave that feeling you know, like this,” Bucky reached for your hand and laced your fingers together, holding your joined hands up to inspect. “It’s been a long time since I held a girls hand like this.”

“I-I’m sure it has Buck,” you swallowed. He resumed walking and you could do nothing but join him, he still had your hand in his. He described his outfit for his date and wondered if you had a cosy chunky sweater.

“I do, it’s so comfortable,” you said softly. You couldn’t hide the disappointment as you slowed in front of the doors. “It’s my favourite colour too.”

“Will you wear it tomorrow?” Bucky tilted his head to the side.

“Why does it matter what I wear?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his odd request. You couldn’t though, thinking of him with someone else whilst you wore what he asked you to.

“I want to know that you’re warm tomorrow. You know, on our date?” Bucky pressed his cool left hand on your cheek as he turned to face you. His kiss was soft, just a sweet brush of the lips and then he pulled away. “I’ll see you at nine thirty?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded dumbly. He kissed you again, and you caught the faint taste of whiskey on his lips. He was warm as he pressed into you and you let your hands slide up his chest to his shoulders.

“See you tomorrow baby girl,” he pressed one last kiss to your forehead then opened the building door for you.

You walked inside in a daze, waving goodbye and drifting up the stairs like you weighed nothing.

You couldn’t remember getting changed into your pj’s, all you knew was that you were snuggled under your duvet setting an alarm for your date with Bucky in the morning.

You smiled, and suddenly your legs kicked and you let out a little squeal. You were going out with Bucky Barnes and he kissed you three times.

You feel asleep to the memory of one hot hand and one cold hand cupping your cheeks as he kissed you in the moonlight.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader

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kaciidubs · 4 months

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Mr. & Mrs. Gingerbread | 8 Days of SKZcember 2023

Prompt: putting a gingerbread house together

❣ Summary: The perfect ginger house for the perfect ginger family. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 875 ❣ Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Felix and Reader are really passionate about their gingerbread people ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Felix is referred to as Lix[ie], and Mr. Gingerbread, Reader is referred to as Sunshine, and Mrs. Gingerbread ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ SKZcember 2023

“Are you sure you don’t wanna make the gingerbread house from scratch?”

You had to fight yourself from falling for those pleading brown eyes, knowing full and well that there was already half an hour left on the three hour chill time for the gingerbread dough he previously made, and if he made another batch you wouldn’t be making the house until it was well into the evening.

“Lixie, honey, you’re already making the gingerbread people from scratch - we can cheat and use the premade cookie house again, okay?” Sliding the unopened box on the kitchen island, you drummed lightly on the cardboard, “Besides, we already bought extra candy and icing so we don’t have to use the, quote, ‘cheap icing and stale candy with no true theme’.”

Felix blushed, taking the box from your grasp with a small huff of indignation, “Hey! You agreed with me when we were at the store!”

“I never said you were wrong, now did I?” Pinching his cheek lightly, you busied yourself with taking the extra sweet decorations out of their packaging while he took care of unboxing the project of the afternoon.

With each piece laid out and carefully inspected, operation Gingerbread Builders was a go.

“So, I’m thinking this is Mr. and Mrs. Gingerbread’s first time in the housing market, so we have to make this an extra special house for them.”

“Mhm - They need a house that’ll stand out from all the rest, they wanna make a statement in this neighborhood.”

“As they should, it’s deserved!”

A natural silence fell over you both as you each worked on your respective parts of the house; you with the back and left wall, Felix with the front and right wall, saving the roof for the final piece to put together.

“Who do you think has more say in the design of the house?” Felix mused as he cut pieces of gummy candy into small squares.

“Mr. Gingerbread for sure, he went to school for Gingerbread Home Design, with a minor in theater.”

“Figures, Mrs. Gingerbread went for Ginger-Fashion in Uni, and we all know fashion prowess doesn’t translate to houses well.”

“Then it’s a good thing they met through the theater club, isn’t it?”

Giggling at your fictional gingerbread lore, you both continued decorating the house in colorful candies and icing accents; the soft background music of a carefully curated winter themed Animal Crossing playlist playing to fill in the peaceful atmosphere.

With some blatantly obvious sneaking of candy here, and playful marking of icing on hands there, the walls of the home were finished and it was time to put them together.

You dutifully lined the edges of the gingerbread panels with the thick icing provided from the box, sticking them together carefully before repeating the process with the other sides until both walls, and the front and back of the house were in place.

“Do you think they’re a weaved panel or classic snow-top type of couple?”

Carefully placing the roofless house onto the icing-layered plastic foundation, you shot him a look, “What does that even mean, Lix?”

“Should the roof be in a lattice design,” he explained, mimicking the lattice design with his hands, “or should we make it look like it’s a snowy roof?”

“Well…” Taking a look at one of the roof pieces, you carefully lined one side of the rooftop, “Mrs. Gingerbread likes the way the snowy roof looks, especially since all of the other houses on the block have some extravagant design - she’s a simple elegant gingerbread.”

Nodding, Felix smiled happily, “Mr. Gingerbread likes that, especially since it leaves more room for a gumdrop design!”

“Oh, Mr. Gingerbread, always the one for showing the beauty in subtlety.” You hummed warmly, sticking one roof panel carefully on top of the icing.

“Mrs. Gingerbread loves him for it.” His tone was just as warm, as sweet as the icing currently sticking to your fingers.

“Yes, she does.”

Sticking the second roof panel on the house, you swapped positions with the freckled blond to let him have creative authority of the soon to be snowy rooftop; watching as the bland gingerbread squares slowly transformed into a beautiful snow-topped roof with a rainbow licorice topping, gumdrops and mini jawbreakers dotted in a beautiful pattern where the ‘snow’ hadn’t reached - with your help, of course.

Just when you thought the decorating was complete, Felix leaned over the house and began using the remaining white icing to create an icicle pattern along the edge of the roof, leaving you to watch in amazement like a child watching toffee being made.

“And… Done!” Standing straight, his cheeks pulled up into his usual sunshine smile, as he gazed at the collaborative masterpiece in front of him, “It looks amazing, doesn't it?!”

Your heart swelled, a smile finding its way onto your own face as you nodded, “It is, you did wonderful, Mr. Gingerbread.”

Turning his head to you, you could see what you could only describe as pure love in his sparkling eyes. “You did wonderful too, Mrs. Gingerbread.”

The sound of the oven alarm beeping broke you from your reverie, though it only made Felix’s smile grow wider than before.

“Wanna clean up and make our ginger-people?”

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twopoppies · 1 year

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If someone told me that we will get Harry singing You're Still The One, I Will Survive, Man I Feel Like A Woman, and Hopelessly Devoted To You ALL IN THE SAME YEAR I would not belive them yet here we are. Like-

Never would I have thought SEVEN YEARS since we last saw them together, that 2022 would be one of the larriest years on record.

Hopelessly devoted to Lou

Harry dresses as Danny Zuko for Harryween, just a few days after Louis reminds us, once again, that he played Danny Zuko in a high school production.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with not one, but three Louis cross-eyed smiley faces.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with a huge Louis cross-eyed smiley face

The peace ring returns and Harry is smug about it.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with Only The Brave on it (after doing a double take and noticing it)

Harry sings Still The One at Coachella (more details on why this is a big deal here)

Harry sang I Will Survive at Coachella (369 weeks after he last sang it on stage)

Harry randomly uses an origami fortune teller as a symbol for his song Love Of My Life. It shows the colors red and black (strongly associated with Louis these days) and blue and green (Larry colors). Louis’ album, Faith in The Future, is set to release November 11th. National origami day.

Harry quotes a song from Leonard Cohen’s album, Anthem, which has the larriest cover art ever.

Louis’ music plays at Harry’s venues before the show

The fish on the Pleasing merch at Coachella have blue eyes/thin upper lip or green eyes/full lips

Harry referenced the poet Richard Lax in his You Are Home promo. Lax has collections of poems with titles like "Love Had a Compass", "The Green Island," "The Blue Boat”, and "Circus of the Sun."

Harry doodles H L on his sneakers while on “vacation” with his beard.

You Are Home coordinates match up to a lot of Louis and Larry locations

Harry seen at Louis’ LA show (more here and here)

Harry has a blue and green moment

The You Are Home website tweets a Ralph Waldo Emerson quote about people destined to meet, 12 years to the day after Harry and Louis’ xfactor auditions.

And just in case you think Harry is the only one obsessed with Larry (like rads do):

Louis mentions Harry being at his show

Louis acknowledges a rainbow flag with a huge picture of the Larry hug on it.

Louis wears a “blue bird” colored shirt

Louis adds I Will Survive to his post show playlist the day before H performs that song at Coachella.

Louis plays Lego House as his exit song twice. The first time the day Harry’s House was announced and Harry’s first Coachella performance (where H also performed Still The One). Then Lego House again on the day Harry’s House was released and Harry performed his ONO in NY.

Louis’ merch colors match Harry’s merch colors

Louis wears Harry’s House colors the day of Harry’s House release

Louis changes his Twitter header to a photo with the Larry hug in the background.

Louis makes a point of going out for sushi right after Harry’s House drops, despite rolling his eyes in the past about the trendiness of sushi.

Despite his theme being red/black/white, Louis changes the arena lights to blue and green and he does it again and again and again and again

Louis acknowledges a larrie in a rainbow TPWK t shirt

Louis acknowledges a fan holding a poster of Harry with a rainbow flag (more confirmation here and here)

Louis acknowledged a fan holding a Sing Walls if Larry is Real sign ( more info here and here).

Louis winks at a fan holding Larry dolls (while singing the “come so far from Princess Park line)

Louis give a thumbs up to a fan holding two photos of him and Harry and points to himself while singing Too Young

Louis’ venue plays Sunflower Vol 6, Kiwi, and Sweet Creature before the show.

Louis acknowledges a fan’s I Can’t Change Tattoo

Louis adds Don’t Stop Believing and Halo to his preshow playlist

Louis acknowledges that Prada released a collection with Larry-inspired tattoos by joining a Prada Twitter space the day of the launch.

Louis uses green lights during OTB for the first time, the night Harry launches the You Are Home campaign. Not just for a moment, but during the whole song

I’m sure this isn’t everything they did this year, but it’s a lot. And some of it may be coincidence or a reach, but all of it? I really doubt it.

#2022 larry moments #2022 Larry masterpost

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Please, please bunny, I need back of the truck stargazing date with Kirishima 🥺♥️ I need it like I need to breath. It doesn’t even have to get to the smutty part of making love in the truck bed (but if it does, that would be the best bonus), I just neeeed sweetheart Eijirou ♥️ I humbly request the rock hard soft boi

ugh ugh ughhh i am so excited to do this but fair warning i may end up writing another truck date as a full blown one shot at some point with a different premise if that’s okay with you? <3 i hope this lil ficlet feeds your soul for now.

tw: suggestive themes, l-bomb, f!reader

Eijiro hummed along to the radio as he drove down the dark road. His massive hand rested on your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze before he pulled off the beaten path onto a gravel road. Eventually he came to a clearing overlooking a nearby lake. The hum of his bright red truck died down. He took the soft cover of the truck bed off to reveal a mattress, a pile of blankets laid out with pillows, a bluetooth speaker, and your favorite drinks and snacks.

He pulled you into a tight embrace. “Happy an anniversary, sugar.”

“Happy anniversary. This is perfect,” you replied.

“Only the best for my girl,” he said with a grin.

Eijiro gave you a kiss on the forehead. He lifted you into the truck bed before climbing in. You both knocked off your shoes at the end of the bed and got cozy. He pulled up music that played softly in the background as you sad under the stars.

You stare into the twinkling sky when you realize that, as you two talk, he’s staring at you. You thought when you’d started dating that you’d someday get used to the way he looks at you with a warmth and tenderness, even in the dark, but it never failed to make your cheeks flush just a little.

“…Yes?”

“You’re beautiful. I like looking at you when you talk, pretty girl. I thought you knew that by now,” he teased as he finally turned his eyes to the sky.

You sighed. “I do know that, thank you.”

“What, am I making you blush?” Eijiro’s tone was playful as he rubbed your arm with the hand around your shoulders.

Your cheeks heated up further. “You know what? Yes, you are. You still make me blush when you look at me like that.”

He laughed and gave you a squeeze.

“Look at you like what?” He already knew the look he had on his face - one of affection and care - but this was the first time he’d asked you about it.

You pondered a smart remark but decided against it as you turned to him as he watched the stars.

“You look at me like I’m the only person in the room. Like I’m the one who painted the sky and hung the stars,” you said.

Eijiro looked down at you. He stroked your cheek. “You are the only girl in the room. The only one I want to see. Don’t ever forget that,” he said quietly.

He kissed you tenderly. Shifting his body downward, he laid down and gave his chest a pat. “Snuggle with me.”

You curled up into his arms, half wanting to leave your head on his chest, half wanting to look at the sky, so you did a bit of both.

Eventually, Eijiro’s hand ran down your head and neck to your chest, then your waist. You laid back as he moved to his side to pepper your cheek and neck with chaste kisses. He nuzzled into your skin with his arm tightly around your waist, inhaling the faded scent of your shampoo with contentment.

“I love you, Eiji.”

“I love you, too,” he said, his breath tickling your neck.

A quiet peace settled in the air as you laid together, music softly playing in the background, so much so that sleepiness began to take hold. You didn’t really mind that so much even though this was supposed to be a “date.” Resting in his arms, a hand reaching up to run through his hair, your eyes fluttered shut for a long moment.

Eijiro kissed your neck again; it was soft and slow, something he’d intended to merely be pleasant enough to make your breath catch for a moment, and it did. With skill and familiarity, he went directly for the places he knew would make you shudder as his lips grew more fervent and his teeth grazed your neck, trailing up to your ear. Even in the haze of sleepiness, a heated throb rushed to the apex of your thighs. A soft whimper escaped your lips.

“Baby, stop.” Your tone was halfhearted in your objection.

A smile crept across his lips as he continued anyways. His hand moved up your body, gently squeezing your chest on its way back up to cradle the other side of your neck, stroking your cheek as he did.

One song faded into another, and the familiar sound of an acoustic guitar filled the speaker. Whether it was happenstance or the universe aligning in that moment, it didn’t matter, the song was fitting. Eijiro paused for a moment and half sang the words into your skin until you joined him.

“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you….”

He laced your neck with kisses between the words, soon abandoning mumbling the tune altogether when he shifted and closed you in with his body. Eijiro gripped and ran his hands along your thighs as he wrapped your legs around his waist. Soft lips met yours, large warm hands held your face as you kissed. You pushed him away weakly for a moment, not really wanting him to stop, but knowing that if someone came by, you didn’t want to get caught.

“Eiji….”

He heard it in your voice as he leaned back in to kiss his way down your jaw. “We shouldn’t do this here.”

“Let me love you,” he whispered. “Please.”

With an unspoken understanding, you gave in to his request when his eyes met yours and you tilted your chin upward for a kiss.

Eijiro’s hips rolled into yours, and a soft moan fell from your lips. Again, and you reached up to pull his body in closer still, the heat and firmness of his cock pulling more pretty sounds from you that he wished would never end.

#the song just felt right hope that’s not too weirddd #i hope u like it #do not ask me where sugar came from it was the first thing that came to mind so i kept it 🫣#requests #aged up characters #bakubunny #bnha #mha #x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro #kirishima smut #f!reader #bnha smut

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prince-kallisto · 5 months

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Crowley’s Special Lesson Themes Analysis

HELPPPPPPPP OMGGGGGGG WTF

Okay okay okay, first of all, I’m really flattered when some of y’all say I’m perceptive and such due to my theories, but tell me why I literally JUST realized that the lesson theme changes when Crowley drops in for a Special Lesson?!?!? 😭😭😭😭 L Kallisto moment. -100 perception.

Im not kidding I was literally so focused on Crowley’s chibi form that I never noticed that the music changed when Special Lessons were activated 💀 Self-roasting aside, I immediately went to search up the OSTs for Special Lessons. A huge thank you to this user on YouTube. I compiled the three videos just for my personal reference, but I highly recommend to listen to these songs they’re such a bop!!! 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

I find it really fascinating that the “Dire Crowley” theme (the song that plays when you first open the game) is very foreboding, but the Special Lesson songs are rather flamboyant. Maybe I’m just hearing it wrong, but I like how a ringing bell-like sound can be heard in the Special Lessons songs. It seems like the passage of time through bells is a shared motif in Crowley’s songs? It could also be a reference to school bells.

I have a theory that these Special Lesson theme songs represent Crowley’s relationship and dynamic with each of the staff members. I separated each song into their different section to talk about, including their bpm/tempo, just because I think the details put into these songs as amazing! Note, I don’t know much about music and instruments haha, so please correct or feel free to elaborate on any information ∑(ﾟДﾟ)

Alchemy Special Lesson BGM (Crewel)

-100 bpm, Allegretto, and in D minor. Allegretto is lively, but it must be executed with a sense of restraint, elegance, and precision. It is not like Allegro, which tends to be happy and upbeat. Allegretto is quite literally “less than Allegro,” so it’s restrained. D minor is a key that is often related to feelings of desperation or distress, which is fitting for Crewel’s students. Although don’t take anything I say about the keys too literally (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*) “Major=Happy, Minor=Sad” is a gross oversimplification of keys, and a song can represent any emotion regardless the key it’s in. However, I think it’s worth mentioning because keys are still chosen purposefully to guide the listener to an interpretation of the music! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

-This is honestly one of my favorite songs from the game. I am LIVING for the doublebass in the background. It’s so jaunty and lively despite its deceptively simple sound. It keeps the tempo very well, I love it

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-I relistened to the “Cruella De Vil” song that Roger sings in 101 Dalmatians, and it’s what gave me the idea that Crowley combines his theme with the individual teachers. This song has a elegant yet foreboding vibe to it, much like Roger says about Cruella: “she’s like a spider waiting for the kill.” If you listen to instrumental versions of this song, I feel like the vibe is there

-The Alchemy song feels a bit tense, especially near the end, where is feels like the instruments are fighting for attention and overlapping each other. Although Crowley and Crewel are both (SEEMINGLY) classy and get along surprisingly well in canon, both of their “teacher modes” are very intense. E.g Crewel with the whole pup thing, and Crowley just being unreasonable over all haha. Perhaps it is why Crewel and Crowley very rarely are on screen together? For both Crewel and Crowley to be present in a Special Lesson must be very stressful for the students, with Crewel being strict and demanding and Crowley just being nosy haha.

-Their relationship fascinates me, as they both seem to respect each other a lot. For Crowley, it makes sense, as he generally speaks favorably of the other staff members. But Crewel is rather critical of both Vargas and Trein, so why is he so tolerant of Crowley’s rather unreasonable behavior? Crewel seems to respect him and consider him to be kind, even though it’s obvious Crowley is not. And like I said, they don’t interact a lot in canon, and they mostly do when the other staff members are there too, so there’s very little time of them talking to each other specifically. But then it made me think how crows/ravens and wolves have a mutually beneficial relationship in the wild, with crows leading wolves to possible prey, and the crows feeding on the carcass once the wolves make the kill and eat their portion of the prey. Research has even discovered that ravens have close bonds with specific wolves in a pack, and often play tug-a-war with wolf puppies with sticks. Thus, ravens are often referred to as “wolf birds.” Due to this, some crows and ravens get along with bigger dogs too, as crows/ravens tend to like canines. So perhaps Crowley and Crewel’s positive relationship is a reference to this, and how they may just instinctually like each other? 🤔 Because I cannot think of a reference from the 101 Dalmatians, Snow White, or Sleeping Beauty to be made here with these two characters.

-So going back to how the instruments seem to be fighting each other in the end, perhaps it represents how differing Crowley and Crewel’s personalities and teaching methods are. Crowley is strict when necessary, but he’s far more tolerant with student antics and often acts even more immature than the students sometimes and allows fights/conflicts for the students “personal growth,” whereas Crewel has this intensity and energy with the students at all times, never wanting them to be out of line in any matter at all. Like the clash of their hands-off and hands-on methods, but at the end of the day, they’re both rather strict and it’s unfortunate when the students have to deal with them at the same time haha! In their Alchemy Special Lesson voice lines, both Jack and Rook express how intense the room gets, and Room saying HE feels like the prey now. Several other students say how they feel a chill in the air during Alchemy special lessons, with even Floyd saying he gets the “heebie-jeebies.”

History Special Lesson BGM (Trein)

-100 bpm, Allegretto, and in F major. Allegretto is a common tempo in classical music, alongside Allegro and Adante, so it’s fitting that Alchemy and History follow suit. Ernst Pauer describes F major to express peace and joy, but to have an underlying passing regret and melancholy. I could think of few possible “passing regrets,” with Trein in particular with the passing of his wife, whom he remembers fondly and has many habits in her memory. And of course, History in general causes many regrets.

-After listening to this one, I immediately went to go listen to the BGMs from Briar Valley in Book 7 lmaooo…I find it interesting how prominent wind instruments are shared between these songs, but I need to analyze further before I can say something more definitive 🏃‍♂️ It is interesting how the History Special Leason theme has this whimsical and fantastical feel to it- it’s very fitting.

-On this note, the middle-ish section of the song reminds me a bit of a marching band! Which is. Interesting considering it’s military origins 👀but maybe I have to admit that this is a stretch haha…something to think about though when I analyze Book 7’s music in the future.

-I’m really in love with the “call and response” theme they have with the woodwind instruments (clarinet and piccolo?? I’m apologize if that’s inaccurate, I don’t know much about woodwind instruments 😭 I listened to samples and just made my best guess,,,) clarinet plays a melody and a piccolo responds and repeats the same sound. Not to be dramatic af, but it lowkey sounds like a pair of songbirds who are courting each other, which makes me sad because I’m not normal over my silly Crowley theories🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ When courting, a songbird “sings”so the other bird they are courting can respond. If the courting is successful, the pair duets the same tune, which is exactly what the piccolo and flute are doing. Crowley x Trein is real… (I’m kidding HELP). It goes to show that even though Trein scolds Crowley a lot, they clearly have some faith in each other, especially in Book 6 when Crowley assigns Trein as temporary Headmage. This “call and response” is a representation of this faith, with one calling, and the other responding when it’s necessary.

-Or if you’re ridiculous like me, it’s sad in context because Crowley is an isolated character, despite all the pairs of raven statues around the school haha!

-Interestingly enough, this is the one song out of the Alchemy and Flight themes that does not have a the “ringing bell” I was talking about. Interesting this is missing in the History class, as if time is not relevant/time has stopped. Or perhaps how sense it’s history, we are not at the “present” time.

-Overall, this song feels far more harmonious than the Alchemy song. I think it goes to show how genuinely dedicated Trein is about the study of History, given he’s done fieldwork in the past. Trein is able to keep Crowley relatively in line just like the students, so the song flows smoothly.

Flight Special Lesson BGM (Vargas)

-140 bpm, Vivace, and in A minor. Vivace means brisk, lively, which signals to the musicians to play with spirit and energy. This tempo is AMAZING, because Crewel and Trein’s were both at 100 bpm, right? But this song is at 140 bpm. It gives a dynamic sense of movement and vigor to the song. At this beat, it’s known that it may make some listeners feel restless, due to the beat being faster than a resting heartbeat range. It was an incredible choice for the Flight lessons with Vargas, as it is a gym/workout class! 140 bpm falls comfortably in aerobic exercises heart rate range, especially since where referring to teenage boys. Haha this may be obvious in music theory/composition, but I thought it was cool! (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

-I was surprised by this one, for how prominent the electric guitar is instead of the orchestra at the start of the song! Crewel and Trein go along with the orchestral theme rather well, making it a strong highlight of their respective songs. Compared to the other themes, the guitar feels overbearing. It’s very fitting for Vargas’ personality, for as we see in the special voice lines, Vargas is a bit much even for Crowley

-However, strangely enough it works, as the ending portion combines everything quite well. Vargas is one the staff members who I think has the most positive opinion about Crowley. Although Vargas is overbearing, he and Crowley get along really well. In events like Beanfest, they share an equally concerning enthusiasm of the sport of it all. They seem to have a lot together sharing their predictions and ideas for Beanfest, and Spelldrive is also a shared interest of theirs. Funnily enough, I think Vargas of all people is able to take Crowley’s antics more in stride than the other staff members, and vice versa.

-This song ends in a particularly exuberant manner. It goes to show how excitable both Crowley and Vargas be, and how they have high hopes for their students. Yes, they’re a bit much, but there’s a genuine liveliness they both share. Crowley even plays along with Vargas’ strange ideas, like how in an Unified Exam voice line, Crowley thinks that Vargas’ idea of making the student uniforms with heavier fabric to “build muscles” is a genius idea and he wants to look into it more.

-So perhaps this song deviates a little bit more from the classical themes to represent the antics these two have compared with the other teachers?

Did I overthink these theme songs WAY too much? YES LMAO 😭😭😭 But I am so genuinely surprised at how the different Special Lesson themes were made for each class. You would think that the song would be the same, since Special Lessons are rare and last for a short amount of time. It is why I have these little notes about each song, because if the time was spent to craft unique songs, I feel like there is a purpose and thought put behind it? Hmm, I’d like to study more about music to articulate my thoughts better, because I am very interested in Twisted Wonderland’s songs, and I know very little about music!

Edit: the brilliant and lovely @snakevsnis (💞) also sent me a brilliant interpretation that Crowley may also just be the type to “mimic” the personalities of the people around him, especially based on their habits to blend in. I love this idea! It makes me think how Crowley’s immaturity becomes far more rampant when he’s around the students. He’s even a character with a generous voice range, e.g his deep, serious voice in the opening prologue, versus any other time when he’s silly. It’s to the point where his “true” personality is currently ambiguous, as it tends to shift quite a bit. So yeah, I think these BGMs could be representation of this!!

Anyway if the Alchemy special lesson theme song doesn’t get played at my wedding, what’s even the point anymore. L spouse, L wedding, I’m ditching it immediately and running away into the night, taking all the gifts and money with me so I can finally buy a Crowley plushie (things perfectly sane people say)

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kryptznnn · 10 months

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♛- PLAY-HARD II

1st part / 2nd part / (3rd Part Requires Mature Audience- Sexual Themes)

Series Masterlist ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

➸ INTERESTS; - olo'eyktan!jake x fem!omatikayan reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - working alongside Moat has helped you and your family in various ways, as a way to repay her for your free working she pairs you along side Toruk Makto to aid him in small departments he needs assistance in, but more importantly to find a Tsahik suitable for the Olo'eyktan, but he isn't always cooperative.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 3.3k slight age gap (25 & 21), takes place after the great war, slow burn, heavy jealousy, power imbalance, pet names, derogatory language, arguing, more angst in this one 🌸, heavy tension, sexual tension (jake), small amount of fluff, masturbation (male), fighting, violence, blood, bruising, crying.

➸a.i; - second chapter (first one is linked above) i’m so happy you guys enjoyed the first one thank u so much :((. this one is pretty much jake being a bit of a dick + za’yukto confrontation, but jake makes it up in the end so 😭, but i hope u guys enjoy. i had to make jake speak some na’vi cuz it’s just so sexy when he does it (reminded me of this vid https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JmBmx9/ ) 🌸

*navi translation will be provided*

You weren’t wrong about last night, this morning was going to be a very, very, long morning.

You weren’t sure what triggered it exactly, but today was not going to be your day, you’re already late for your early morning sessions with Mo’at and planning with Jake.

When she saw you the first thing she did was laugh at you, telling you to check your reflection, to which you did and nearly dropped at the very sight.

Your hair was a mess, face drained of its pure color and brightness, with hickies plastered all over your body as if it was some sort of canvas.

“Oh great mother..” You gasped, your frail hands running against your neck and collarbone softly. Unlike the aftermath of human alcohol, your memories of last night remained with you, every single event, especially Za’yu’s last words to you before you fell asleep.

You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t hurt you, they definitely did. Enough for you to wake up this morning with dried tears on your face. Especially with the aftermath of just wanting to remain friends afterwards, which you knew would be impossible, so you just repeated to yourself to just avoid him.

You quickly finished with Mo’at, collecting all she left for you in your satchel before departing again. As long as I don’t mention last night all should be fine, you thought, holding onto a small sheer of hope that Jake wouldn’t mention it either, but of course as you learned, Ewya doesn’t always work in favors of others.

Before you were able to properly greet Jake he had taken a seat at the large table, all other warriors and clan officials leaving shortly before.

“You’re late” He said, not even bothering to look at you, taking a tight band off of his wrist to tie his hair back into a swift ponytail. You could sense the aggravation in his voice, so you decided to tread carefully. “I’m sorry, I woke up late this morning and I had to visit the Tsahik and-“

“Yeah you can go ahead and save it, your friend already passed by and said you weren’t feeling well so you most likely wouldn’t show. You obviously had a lot of fun last night.” He quickly cut in, his hands now interlocked with one another looking directly at you, you slowly decided to take a seat across from him on the other side of the table, looking at him in disbelief and scoffing.

“Respectfully as the olo’ektyan whatever I do and whoever I do it with is none of your concern.” You quickly spat at him, he just smirked slightly lifting up his hand to point at your neck. “It kind of is if you’re my assistant and you walk in here looking like that, you’re making me look bad pretty.” He simply stated, now chuckling at your embarrassed manner.

“As if you weren’t too busy with your own friend to even consider the fact I was at last nights celebration” You muttered, hearing him scoff meaning he heard you.

“You yourself told me to put myself out there, plus it-“

“Do you like her?” You quickly cut him off, eager to know the answer, eager to know if you should let every ounce of pride and love seep out of you at this very moment, he seemed suprised at your question, shaking his head and laughing. “Hell no, it started off as a little joke, plus she’s a bad kisser” He said, looking for an expression on your face to which your frown quickly turned into a smile as you giggled softly at his response, he smiled slightly. “You’re one to ask me these questions, I should’b askin’ you the same thing, you got a boyfriend without tellin me pretty?” He asked, his head tilted the exact same way it was yesterday when he asked about Za’yukto, you just shook your head, your smile fading after remembering last nights events.

“No we’re not together, he’s not really… he’s not looking for anyone right now-“ You paused, seeing Jake’s face contort slowly, a small look of disgust plastered on his face. “Why do you care anyway?” You asked quickly, to which he looked up at you, then back down to the table.

You quickly caught on to his actions, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. This whole conversation Jake has refused to look you in the eyes or make eye contact anywhere else other than his hands or the table, why?

“I care about you, you know that already. Right now you’re the closest person to me and I want nothing but the best for you” He replied, his right hand swiftly going under the table to rest on his large thigh.

You nodded slightly, thanking him, watching his face slowly change.

“Did you fuck him?” He asked, eyes now trailing all over your body and your face, seeing your face heat up slightly. “No, no, ewya of course not, we were almost close to but no, now that I’m reconsidering it I don’t think I would’ve wanted him to” You confess in full honesty, watching Jake’s tired face, he grunted softly seeming to re-adjust something, possibly his loincloth, not removing his eyes from you. “Did he touch you?” He asked, slowly hunching over the table, you brushed your fingers against your collarbone softly, concerned of why Jake would ask you personal questions as such, but nodded slightly, not daring to look him in the eye. “So who do you want, what is it that you really want kid?” He gasps slowly, practically eye-fucking you, watching as you readjusted your top and ran your fingers through your thick hair again, placing your hands on your lap and looking down at them, not knowing what to answer him.

“I… i’m.. I don’t know what I want” You confessed, still looking down into your lap listening to Jake grunt softly. What was his problem? Is he sick or something? His breathing now was heavier than before and he seemed to be twitching a bit. “Are you okay? Are you unwell?” You ask him, slowly preparing yourself to get up. “No, no, i’m fine, you don’t have to -mm- you don’t have to get up, m’okay, m’just tired kid.” He said, slowly lowering his head to rest in his left hand, his right hand not leaving his side, soon enough instructing you could go home as you yourself didn’t seem well either, and that you could stop by later in the day to go through the next war party plans for the next eclipse.

Soon after you left and closed the entrance flap behind you Jake slowly backs up his seat, his back leaning against his chair as he quickens the pace of his right hand on his hard erection. “Fuck y/n..” He moans softly and throws his head back, pleasuring himself.

It’s not his fault, it’s not like you would’ve done it for him, it’s just the way you walked in, so vulnerable and so uptight, your body decorated in his favor, your shyness and slick attitude didn’t help him either.

Don’t get him wrong, he hated the fact someone else was the one who got to have their fun with you, and the fact you had someone else in mind, but if he was the one who had his fun with you he would’ve done more than give you a few love bites.

It was wrong what he was doing, of course he knew that he just didn’t care, he believed you were attempting to tease him on purpose, and if that was the case it definitely worked,because right now he was a mess.

During your earlier conversation he did adjust his loincloth, feeling as if it was painfully suffocating him, just to a point where he shifted it to the side and required attention, all up until now, currently sitting with his legs spread, sweating slightly as his residue was all over his thigh, sighing heavily before cleaning himself up.

If someone were to ask Jake how he felt about you he would answer that he doesn’t know, and he isn’t lying he really doesn’t know.

Over the span of 4-5 months he’s grown very fond and close with you, which he liked, he liked you and the relationship you guys had, he’s always thanked Mo’at none stop for making you two cross paths. Of course he knew eventually things would change when he finds a mate suitable enough to become the next Tsahik, and that you two wouldn’t be as close as you are now, which scares him a bit.

He had lost Grace and Tsu’tey already, of course he’s still close with Norm but with you it was different, you knew it too, neither of you could just explain it properly.

He knew how you made him fell though, like he was a little teenager back on earth with 100,000 thoughts rushing through his mind at once, feeling as if he was in his younger prime, always in constant tension with you, whether romantic or sexual, but he figured it was normal. As olo’ektyan he had various duties, one of them being so all best friends say and do the same things you and him do.

One things for certain is that Jake himself knows is that if someone asked if he was in love with you he wouldn’t give a direct answer.

All he does for you is to protect you, and you’ve argued about that before, you even told him he isn’t your father nor your mate and shouldn’t make any decisions for you, and with that he quickly stopped talking, cringing slightly.

Tsyeyk te’ suli is many things, and many things he’s proud of or sure of, but his relationship with you and his feelings towards you? Yet to be known, however something must’ve been his weakness; you.

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After taking a quick nap you decided to go down towards the village forest in hopes of finding more of the herbs you used last night, finding out earlier you had absolutely none left as Za’yukto used the last of it. While greeting the children and other young na’vi you bumped into a very familiar face.

“I’m so sorry!! Oh, y/n! This can’t be a coincidence the way I keep bumping into you” She laughed softly, hoping to lighten the mood. “Ninat, hello” You said with a deadpan look, yet again not bothering to have a conversation with her, quickly turning around just for her to call out to you and last nights activity, you just nodded your head, repeating that it was alright.

“Is something wrong? You seem upset” She stated, cocking her head to the side, placing a hand on your shoulder, one you quickly removed with a smile. “No i’m fine it’s just-“

“Ninat, oe maweypey fe’pey nga yawne.” [Ninat, I have been waiting for, my beloved] A voice quickly cut you off coming from right behind you. You quickly turned around nearly bumping into the man. “Ngaytxoa, I was just catching up with a friend, let me introduce you, this is y/n, y/n this is my husband Re’kak” [I apologize] She spoke proudly, pointing to you and back to him. Your jaw nearly dropped with shock

Husband? There is no way on this planet that-

“Anyways, I should get going, I hope i didn’t hood you too long y/n” Ninat said cheerfully, waving goodbye along with her husband and leaving shorty, leaving you completely dumbfounded.

Shortly after they left you decided to leave yourself, going straight home not even to bother looking for the herb you needed, just agreeing that you’d eventually visit your other friends huts and either ask them, or Mo’at for any to see what they’d say.

On your way back home you began ranting out loud, completely ignoring any other na’vi or creature that would’ve been around. You asked yourself what would be going through her mind to do something like that, especially last night, your eyes didn’t deceive you, and this morning with Jake clarified that.

Jake.

Did he know? If he knew that makes matters even worse, but if he didn’t know you should tell him. Partially you began to blame yourself, you were just in contact with the girl two weeks ago and she made it clear she was available, unless if she was lying.

You sighed heavily before reaching your hut, just to find the flat to it wide open and light peering inside, you stepped inside cautiously before grabbing your trusted dagger that rested on your lower back, honestly you took it with you to cut some fruits and herbs, but now it would’ve had another use.

“Who’s there?!” You asked cautiously, knocking on the wooden frame of your hut harshly, alerting whoever was in your hut that you were home. You quickly caught the scent of the person, lowering your weapon and your alerted body, realizing it was just Za’yukto.

“I told you i’d be stopping by to check up on you, but you seem fine now” He laughed, coming up to hug you, just to be quickly declined by you stepping back and looking down at your feet. “Yeah, my place is a mess, I wasn’t expecting any visitors I just forgot.” You lied, making your way over to pick up the things you knocked over out of a rush this morning. “What’s wrong y/n? You don’t usually act this way with me, you act as if i’ve done something wrong.” He stated, quickly walking over to you and grabbing your wrist, his tail swishing back and forth out of anger. You rolled your eyes at him, “You say that as if you’ve never done anything wrong.” You stated, taking in his reaction as he obviously wasn’t expecting that answer. “Talun oe ley ke, especially not to you” [Because I haven’t] He quickly clicked back in response, you scoffed.

He doesn’t know that you heard him last night, that’s why he’s acting this way. “Do you think i’m stupid or something? I heard exactly what you said last night, so there’s really no need for you to be here, especially since there’s no way a friendship can be made again after last nights events. txím.” [ass.] You spit, making an emphasis on the last part. He chuckles at your demeanor, yet again not taking you seriously. Within your short friendship span with Za’yu you two have never argued, until now, everything within you was bubbling at the moment and him laughing at you, treating you as a joke? Was not helping his case or your own, and to make matters worse he just tightened his grip on your wrist.

“Stupid enough to believe I wanted you for anything else, I honestly thought it was going to be harder than that” He mumbled, but of course you heard him, immediately grabbing the closest vase and smashing it against his head, quickly cutting yourself in the process, screaming and cursing him in your native language, tears quickly streaming down your face.

“Kalweyaveng! And To Think For One Second I Found You Respectfull! I Don’t Ever Want To See You Again! If You Ever Come Near Me, Oe Tam Pxek Maitstal Fte Lím Vay Nga Txím-“ [I will shove my knife so far up your ass-] You we’re quickly cut off by Za’yukto releasing you from his grasp, hissing softly as he placed his hands up as a sign of surrender, backing away slowly and leaving your hut. You slowly backed him out , the sharp shard of the vase left in your hand, hissing harshly while your tail stood still and your ears flattened down in defense until he was finally gone within the forest.

Out of safety and fear you held on tightly to your new weapon, turning around to pick up your satchel off of your bed and placing it around your hip. “There’s no way i’m sleeping here tonight” You mumbled to yourself, scratching your head softly, remembering you had to visit Jake anyway, surely he would be able to help.

Not wanting to be alone you slowly walked towards the side of your hut, to where your ikran was soundly asleep, to where you slowly woke her up, of course the sun was beginning to set, time was never in your favor. As soon as she rose she greeted you, cheering happily while you petted her with a smile on your face. “I know it’s been a while i’m sorry” You said, placing a kiss onto her head while climbing her back softly and making tsaheylu and shortly departing. The ride felt longer than usual, giving you enough time to think of the events that just occurred within your own home, you cried softly, you felt stupid and weak, letting someone take advantage of you so quickly and wondering how long Za’yu had been lying to you. You quickly wiped your face upon your arrival at Jake’s hut, of course being larger than any other na’vi’s due to his role as olo’eyktan and toruk makto it wasn’t hard to spot from afar. Your ikran soon landed and you thanked her for her service to which she chirped in response, sniffling softly as you slowly opened the flap of Jake’s home, announcing it was just you and asking if you were busy.

“Hey kid, you were supposed to be here a while ago” He spoke, his back facing you as he spoke, you sighed with relief that he wasn’t upset at your tardiness. “I know, I had something to deal with um… earlier at home” You said, cringing softly at remembering earlier’s events attempting not to tear up again. “Do you still have the plans from todays meeting I mis-“

“D’ ya smell that?” Jake asked, cutting you off, quickly setting down what he was doing and turning his head slightly, inhaling deeply. You shook your head, you too attempting to follow his lead and inhale to find nothing different about the room. “R’ya bleeding pretty? It smells like blood and it smells strong” He states, his body now fully turned to you, slowly walking up to you looking you up and down and taking in your state, seeing your hand he quickly rushes over to you and takes your smaller hand into his larger one, opening it and removing the broken vase you refused to let go of, you quickly whined and winced at the pain in your hand. “What happened to you?” He asked in a serious tone, checking your face and body for any other injuries, “It broke” You simply stated, turning your head to look anywhere but his face, he rolled his eyes, than pausing after checking your other arm, spotting your bruised wrist, his face changing from a worried expression to an angry expression.

“What’s this huh? What happened to you? You left me this mornin’ fine and now you’re here injured an-“ He quickly paused, resting a hand onto the side of your face, making you look up at him.

“You’re cryin’.” He growled, holding your face with more force than before, feeling your cheeks squish under his large fingertips. You gulped softly, honestly you can’t remember the last time you saw Jake mad like this, it scared you more than anything. “I’m fine really, m’oka-“

“Ngeya kxeste peng oe pesu fihasey?” [You gonna tell me who did this?] Jake questioned, cutting you off, his face just centimeters away from yours, his jaw clenched as he raised a brow at you.

Oh how easy it is to get into trouble, but so hard to get out of it.

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theboarsbride · 1 year

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Faerie Book Recommendations🧚✨📚

So reading Sarah J Maas and her very, very shitty interpretation and (under)utilization of fae lore is inspiring me to create a personal list of books I've read that I feel like have like... ACTUAL faeries and folklore in them (not the normal-looking-hot-folks-with-pointy-ears-and-MAYBE-wings brand of faerie SJM popularized), and are actually worth your time

And if you've any books, stories, comics, etc. that you'd want to add to this list, feel free to add them in the comments, reblogs, tags, or my DMs!!

House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland

Very eerie fairytale vibes that center on the aftermath of the disappearance, and even more mysterious return, of three sisters when one of them goes missing again almost 10 years later. And also the writing is legit just B E A U T I F U L!!!

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

This is chock-full of classical faeries and folklore, and almost reads like a textbook about them since this is about a woman, the titular Emily Wilde, traveling to a Scandinavian country to complete her own encyclopedia about the fair-folk. It also features some lowkey cottagecore vibes and an academic rivals-to-lovers romance!

Gilded (Gilded #1) by Marissa Meyer

A retelling of Rumpelstiltskin that reads like its own dark Grimm's fairytale, and it's as eerie and grim as a YA fantasy novel can get. It also centers on themes of telling stories and folktales since the main character, Serilda, is infamous for spinning wild tales - which is what leads to her encounter with the famed, and feared, Earlking (who, as a villain, is so sinister and creepy - and utterly FAE!). Personally, this book wasn't really my cup of tea and I'm unsure if I'll read the sequel, Cursed, however it still has some classic fae vibes that SJM's work lacks, so it deserves a place on this list!

The Changeling by Victor LaValle

I'm using the term 'faerie' very loosely here, as the idea of changelings (and trolls), for me, is more of a narrative device to help us look into grief in fatherhood. But there is still a very strange, vaguely Pans Labyrinth-esque urban fantasy vibe playing in the background throughout!

Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery by Brom

Not necessarily FAERIES but more of mischievous and distrustful woodland folk - and also forest gods. Very heavily steeped in early colonial America era folk horror vibes... if you love media like Robert Eggers' The VVitch then you will ADORE this book! Also Brom's accompanying artwork is so, so beautiful! This is honestly such a perfect fall-time read once Halloween season rolls around.

Legendborn Cycle series by Tracy Deonn

Ok no faeries but... mixes classic Arthurian legends with southern Black beliefs while also telling an epic urban fantasy story centering on themes of grief, trauma, and prejudice. So no fae, but LOTS of great urban fantasy vibes (which I mean... if you're looking for more series to put on your shelf instead of Harry Potter......) Just... Please... just... this series... it's so GOOD!! IDK what else to add that hasn't been said about this series!

Direwood by Catherine Yu

Once again, not necessarily faeries in this book but instead vampires that have a very fae-like quality about them! (as well as blood-hungry butterflies and caterpillars hee-hee) The story as a whole feels like a whimsical fever dream that is STEEPED in tasty Gothic vibes! It sort of has the feeling of being in a late '90s/early '00s Goth music video.

Like Falling Stars by Avalon Roselin (@roselin-books-official)

A story about a girl who's forgotten her past and comes to develop a sweet friendship with a brooding ice faerie prince, and is brimming with so many cozy fantasy vibes!! Also all the fae characters in this novel are so colorful and lively, and they're all very heavily tied to elements and the seasons. Also ALSO!! The main relationship focuses primarily on platonic love as opposed to romantic, and is just as endearing! A perfect cozy winter/fall-time read.

Netvor: A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast by @rosesnwater

Both a completed novel and an in-progress webcomic available to read on Tapas and Webtoons. Again, another story where major themes center on storytelling and fairytales, but also recovering from trauma and grief! There are so, so many classic faerie vibes, and even featuring pinnacle figures from classic fae lore like the Goblin Market, and it manages to feel equal parts nostalgic and unique in its use of faerie lore!

Dandies in Danger podcast by @dandiesindanger

A table-top RPG podcast instead of a novel! It features four queer men that are dragged into a world of fae and horror, all while set against the backdrop of Regency era London. It starts as a VERY eerie fae mystery (featuring figures like Titania and Oberon), but it slowly becomes a dark, horror historical-fantasy, and it's great! Also art by the podcast's creators is so good!

So these are the recs I have to offer for now!! As always, feel free to add more recommendations!!!💛

#jojo reads #book recs #book recommendations #readers of tumblr #anti sjm #anti sarah j maas

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Are there any notable recurring motifs in the card art? The Mafuyu apple motif is the first that comes to mind but what others are there?

Leo/need cards sometimes feature the Leo constellation somewhere in the background. I might make a full compilation some time.

Also with L/n, their instruments! They’re usually shown holding/playing them, or they’ll be in the background. If they’re not, there’s a good chance they’re hidden in the card somewhere in a photo or as an ornament etc.

WxS cards often feature the members’ image colors, often on the costumes but sometimes in the background or on some prop.

The cat plushie that represented Rui’s feeings in Wonder Halloween has shown up in his cards a couple times, and in a few other cards as well (Hinamatsuri Tsukasa, Sakura Kaito). Not really a motif I just felt like mentioning it.

Most MMJ cards have a clover hidden somewhere as well. Makes sense because it’s their symbol. Also feathers but far less frequently.

I hit image limit now but Mizuki has ribbons as a recurring motif, and although not really used anymore, Kanade was associated with carnations in some earlier cards (both of these extended to an event title as well)

Also Nene and the ocean/beaches because of the Little Mermaid association. This has been the theme on three of her unit event sets so far.

There’s probably more than this these are just the ones I can remember off the top of my head

#asks #cards #sorry for the wait

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animeyanderelover · 2 years

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Writer’s gift. How would a few Death Note characters react to darling’s ex trying to get them back despite being in a relationship with the Yandere now?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, jealousy, threats, sabotage, death

I want you back

Light Yagami

✍️Light is actually a bit surprised because he thought that they’d stay away from you now that he, the popular boy, is together with you. He knows the rumors that they still have feelings for his s/o and the jealous glances they throw his ways when he’s with you don’t go unnoticed by him either. Light has made it a point though to clarify that he’s taken that place in your heart now, he acts really affectionate with you when he notices that your ex is watching and can’t suppress the smug and arrogant grin he flashes them when you aren’t looking. When they’re anywhere near you, Light gives them a warning glare to stay away before he talks you into going somewhere else.

✍️When they actually had the guts to ask you in his presence if there still was a chance though, his flabbergasted expression was priceless. The audacity to do that whilst he is with you is something else and he knows from the way they glare at him that they do it because they want to partially get back at him for his cocky attitude. Way to go because now Light is pissed off and his angry expression and heavy glare shows it before he masks it quickly upon remembering that you’re still here. You’re equally as dumbfounded, speechless and Light quickly takes the lead and convinces you with ease to leave, clutching your hand possessively in his as he hurries to drag you away. If your ex follows, he might snap a bit at them and warn them to stay away from you.

✍️Honestly, it’s a dangerous game your ex is playing and privately Light is laughing about it. Sure, he’s infuriated that they dare to try to take you back now that you’re finally his but it’s also pathetically amusing. What would they do if they knew who he really was? He’s turned a blind eye on them because they never did anything so far but after that day, Light targets them much more. He might not write their name instantly in his Death Note but if they continue to chase after you, they will drop dead very soon. He’s incredibly cruel as well because he’ll inform them indirectly on the day they’ll die that they’ll be dead soon. The maniacal glint in his eyes coupled with his grin scares your ex, it’s the last time Light will see them alive. It’s entirely their fault for being stupid.

L Lawliet

🍰L is majorly obsessed, knows your entire backstory through his own methods, including stalking and using his influence. Knowing that you used to have a lover before him catches his attention in the wrong way, it bothers him and so he does a good checkup on their background too. When he’s with you, he sometimes tries to poke a bit around for how you feel about them now. If you end up talking in a good way about them, he’ll get jealous though and start growing more clingy whilst changing the topic to shut you up. The detective is fast to realize that your ex harbors lingering emotions for you which alarms him. When he ends up seeing them, he stares at them in a really creepy way.

🍰Luckily your entire house has been wiretapped and he has hacked your phone so he can read messages and also listen to your phone calls. So when your ex visits you one day whilst he isn’t there and asks you for another chance and to leave L who is a bit weird in their opinion, he is able to watch it later on in his room. L is a bit anxious whilst listening, fiddles around nervously but is relieved when you quickly shoot them down. Most likely comes over the same day though, especially clingy after having seen how persistent your ex is. You, unsuspecting that he already knows, tell him what happened and he can’t help but interrogate you once again about how you feel about your previous partner.

🍰L calls your ex surprisingly himself, anonymously that is, to talk about a few things. He clarifies that he wants them to stay away and that otherwise there will be consequences. You clearly don’t love them anymore. Your ex refuses though, suspects instantly that he’s the anonymous caller and threatens him since he gives them a bad feeling. There’s just silence on the other side of the phone before L hangs up. Merely a few days pass by before your previous lover gets arrested from the police because apparently he’s suspected to be involved in some shady business. There’s not much your ex can do and trying to accuse him won’t do any good, he’s already taken precautions for the security of his identity.

Misa Amane

💄Misa is very possessive and obsessive and pushy when it comes to finding out more about you. She somewhat forced you to tell her more about you since her delusional mindset she is allowed to know everything about you. She’s your girlfriend after all and you’ll discover that there’s rarely privacy anymore. Her whole attitude worsens when you reveal that you had another lover before her, she insists that you tell her everything in detail and wants to know how you feel about them. She’s even more clingy and smothering afterwards, even more possessive since she associates your ex instantly with the danger of them wanting to steal you away. That all without even knowing them yet.

💄There’s honestly a chance that she wanted to remove them completely from the picture before ever having seen them, for that reason she asked for their name and wanted to see a picture of them. Rem held her back from doing that, told her that it would be a bit irresponsible. Yet the first time, and last time, she sees your ex seals their fate completely. They somehow manage to follow you two on a date, grab you when she leaves you shortly alone and asks you the mind blowing question. Misa hears it though and instantly interrupts the moment, throws herself at you and gives your ex a death glare whilst smothering you. Weirdly enough that’s all she does whilst dragging you quickly away, staring at them with this unnerving look in her eyes.

💄Her Shinigami can’t stop her now from writing their name down in her notebook, they’ve fucked up once by ruining the date and, to top it all, daring to ask you to return to their side. How dare they trying to take you away from her when she’s very clearly your girlfriend?! She’s silently fuming, for the rest of the day extremely affectionate and clingy, might even go as far as unnerving you a bit by mildly threatening you to return her affection since she’s pissed. It’s only after she’s written down their name that her bad mood lightens up. She’s the next day after weirdly bubbly which confuses you considering her creepy behavior just the day before. Misa feels like a burden has been removed though, now that that pest is gone nothing stands in the way of you two.

#yandere death note #yandere light #yandere light yagami #yandere l #yandere l lawliet #yandere misa #yandere misa amane

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 • 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

“So if I get missing, these are my last wishes..I hope you get ‘em right, girl if I don’t make it home tonight.”

synopsis: Connie has never been one to pour his emotions out or even wear his heart on his sleeve. But when you two have a much needed heart to heart about his lifestyle and future, he lets you know exactly what’s on his mind. But a deal gone wrong brings his words to fruition far too soon.

content warning and themes: black fem reader, plug connie, dancer reader pet names, angst, mentions of drug use/selling, mentions of death and gun violence, use of AAVE (connie is hc’d as afro-latino in this), heavy language, comfort, pregnancy mention, hospital visit

This is a commission request for @animelover-77! I love Connie and it’s been a minute since I’ve written a full story for him so I’m super excited for this one. Thank you so much for your support, patience and trust in me to create this for you!

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sounds of whirring sirens rang from outside of the apartment complex..police vehicles speeding by along with the souped up sports cars they were in pursuit of. It was the unfortunate norm around this neighborhood and the noises oftentimes kept the residents up at night but others? They thrived in this lifestyle. They welcomed the idea of chaos and trouble..including Connie Springer and his girl..his long time ride-or-die (Y/N) (L/N). On the third floor of Paradise Villa; the cream colored and lavender exterior of the high rise apartments were the living quarters and..operational front for the local drug dealer. “Aye (Y/N), mama...hand me that.” alluding to the box of baking soda sitting on the counter top across from you. Your boyfriend, standing at the stove with a spoon in hand and a Pyrex mixing glass on the opposite side. You, on the other hand, were seated at the dinner table but no meal was being served.

Rather, you were nursing a blunt with a spaced out glare over the thud of music softly playing into the background. Feet curled up on the chair, dressed in your bonnet and black shorts with a pink sports bra covering your chest as you thumbed through several stacks of money. Dirty dollars earned in blood by him through various deals right there in their complex and surrounding areas. Everyone knew of his reputation and all of the people that Connie rolled with. They had the entire city underneath their fingers and were making money faster than they could spend it.

It seemed as if it were a pretty lucrative venture and that for the two twenty somethings, it was a reality that only anyone could dream of..but behind that glamor of new clothes, expensive cars, chains and shopping sprees were an entirely separate underbelly of danger, deception and hardships that most couldn’t dare fathom. But here you were, knee deep in this treacherous lifestyle, standing ten toes beside the man you swore you’d do this crazy ride with forever. But as it stood..the way things were going, you couldn’t be so sure if there was a limit on that. If your clock was ticking and that at any time, you’d have to part ways. It was an emotion and concern you were on your sleeve daily. Through the shopping trips, parties and great sex, the stress could clearly be seen on your face. Connie knew the toll it took..worrying that he'll never come home. That the cops could get the door in on you guys at any time or that you may end up with a phone call saying that he had been hurt or worse in a deal gone wrong. Sometimes, the thoughts plagued your mind so vividly, that they’d keep you up for hours on end, hell, if you even slept at all. This life wasn’t exactly new to you and quite frankly, it was far better than the one you came from but it didn’t make it any easier. However, your boyfriend could only hope that the material possessions could be of some consolation to the chaos.

“Nine bands. That’s just from tonight’s drops for your two runners.” it was news very pleasing to his ears, so much so, he’d turn the stove off and come sprinting over to you in complete glee; even planting a kiss on your cheek. “Shit, that’s what they supposed to do. ‘Bout time they start moving some real fucking weight.” clearly alluding to the fact that he had to threaten or harm two of his underlings to get the results he needed. Doing so by the hand of his plethora of semi-automatic weapons. From the AK47 and M9 he kept stowed away in the bedroom to the 45MM pistol that stayed loaded and tucked away under his shirt. He was a dangerous man as is but knowing the type of heat he and his boys were known to tote..everyone knew better than to even think of testing their luck. But there was another reason the hotheaded dealer remained so guarded, because it wasn’t just his life in the balance. Perhaps the only reason he was so protective and cautious about how he moved was because you were by his side. His choices would’ve landed him in a jail cell or a grave long ago had you not been around to give him something to stay grounded for. Granted it wasn’t easy coming out of this lifestyle and neither of you were born with silver spoons in your mouths so it wasn’t exactly something you were ready to quit cold turkey either. What was for certain was that as long as you had one another, nothing was impossible. Draping an arm around the back of your shoulders, dressed in his typical black wife beater, gold cuban link and black joggers, he’d begin peppering you with a plethora of kisses, hoping to shift that smile on your face from a frown to a wide smile..the only consolation in this cruel world sometimes was seeing you happy. But tonight, you couldn’t fake it..not even for him. Mainly due in part that something was weighing heavy on your mind. A dream from the other evening..

more so a nightmare. One that had awakened you from your sleep in a cold sweat and loud cries, screaming out Connie’s name, only to find that he hadn’t made it back home. Just a one off premonition or unfortunate foreshadowing, you’d never know but since that night, you had been weary of him leaving your sight. Scared that when you watched him walk out the door, it’d be for the very last time. The vision? A very horrid, vivid imagery of him lying in a pool of blood, mouth agape and eyes wide open as he stared blankly to the sky. Fading into a black abyss of darkness, departing this world without so much as even telling you goodbye. You were at home, waiting patiently for his return when his boys delivered the news at your doorstep an hour later because they couldn’t bear the thought of telling you over the phone, standing there as you inevitably fell to your knees. Collapsing under the weight of sorrow and grief as you sobbed into their arms. They were fighting back tears of their own but knew they had to remain strong for you..and the unborn child growing inside of you. Such a tragic and horrible thing to see in slumber but all you could do is pray that it never became reality. Hence why you were dreading this drop he had to do tonight. The last thing you ever wanted to do was agitate him or get in his way when trying to conduct business. It was one of the only few pet peeves he had in your fairly perfect relationship. Despite the toxic environment, you two very seldom had fights about anything. Most of the time you had together was spent making jokes or making good love..never allowing your circumstances to cloud the happiness you brought one another. Besides, you couldn’t blame him much when you made your money with an occupation most would deem less than savory as well. Stripping at a local club and earning your fair share of change as well. So you tried to keep your concerns to a minimum.

“Hey, talk to me, mama. What’s up with you tonight. You not acting like yourself and ion’ like that, for real.”

His seemingly flustered tone finally snapping you from your disastrous train of thought. You were so spaced out that you didn’t even realize he had been talking to you for a few minutes and it all sounded like distant chatter. Releasing a sigh, you’d turn around to face him with a mustered up smile. “Sorry, baby. I’m alright..just got a lot on my mind.” but that clearly wasn’t sufficient enough because the last thing he ever wanted was to see you upset or leave while he let your mind wander astray. Taking the seat next to you and holding your hand, Connie brushed his thumb pad across the back of it..as he always did to ease your tension. Even placing a kiss at your temple and it was then that you had to hold your composure to keep from crying. “Well I’m right here..tell me what’s going on.” This was the side of him that no one else got to see. That vulnerable, nurturing, loving man that you cared for so deeply. One you didn’t want to lose for anything. “I’m scared, Connie.” eliciting a laugh from him at first because for the life of him, he couldn’t understand what you had to be afraid of. He had more weapons than the Army, he’d beat anybody’s ass who’d even think of crossing you and a whole team of equally wild friends who’d do the same. He had this town on lock so why would you, his girl be afraid of anyone or anything?

“What are you talking about, baby? What are you scared of? Somebody tried you at the club ‘cause I’ll go kill them mothe– “No, Connie! Nobody..nobody tried me, alright? This ain’t about that..please, just listen to me.” in his seemingly irate mood, mere seconds away from hopping from his seat and sprinting out the door to find the person who wronged his woman, you’d be quick to clutch his wrist. Holding it tightly as if you refused to let him go. That’s when it really sank in that something was really causing you inner turmoil. What was it? What had you so rattled and shaken all of a sudden? To the point that you could barely even function or be your normally sweet and funny self? Hazel eyes locked in on you with genuine concern before he took his seat yet again and this time..listened to what you had to say.

“(Y/N), for real..what’s wrong?” hearing the shakiness in his voice now and making you reluctant to even share your feelings. “I don’t want you to go tonight. It can wait, okay?” stating so matter of factly but Connie just wasn’t understanding where this sudden fright was coming from. It was a drop just like the countless others he had done, so what was the big deal now? “Bae, I’m only gon’ be gone for an hour. I swear it won’t take long but you know dis’ is important. I gotta make this move tonight.” and it wasn’t as if it were something he could entrust to anyone else. This was a deal worth at least fifteen bands and it would set them up to lay low for a while, especially now that their block was getting hot. They could stack this bread and be good for at least six months or so without drawing suspicion. Even so, you had this horrible gnawing in your gut and spirit that something was going to go wrong and you could never live with yourself if you let him leave and not say something. Just then, those tears that had been welling in the ducts of your eyes finally began to fall and he was quick to swipe them away and grasp your hand. There was something he had to say to you and this may not have eased your concerns in the slightest but he had to get it off his chest regardless. “It’s gon’ be alright, I promise..there’s sum’ I need to tell you, (y/n) and I know this ain’t gon’ be easy to hear but..listen to me.” Filling your heart with anxiety and dread, just imagining what was going to come out of his mouth. Looking you in the face as he confessed what was on his heart as well.

“This life ain’t easy, ma. We both know that..you done held me down through all this shit. Been through all of it with me and that’s why I’mma always make sure you straight. I love you, (y/n). You know this..” in the midst of his speech, you’d see a single tear trickle down his face right before he began to laugh, worrying you even more. Causing palpitations in your chest. You knew that Connie hardly cried for anything in his life. He wasn’t an emotional person by a long shot. Always either extremely happy or irate, a true hothead to his core when the time arised. He didn’t tolerate any mess and was quick to go and make a bad situation worse. But this time? He had much to consider and he didn’t want to tell you this, but even he feared for his safety. He was afraid that something could go wrong on a drop like this one. This particular set was incredibly dangerous and powerful. Word was always getting around about this crew they knocked and this big bad leader that they made into their bitch. Even so, that’s what this lifestyle was all about: risks and danger but they were things you had to persist through if you wanted to survive. So the only way to ensure that in the event he was gone, you’d be okay..was to give you the cold hard truth. “So..I hope that you can do something else for me. If I don’t come back home tonight, I need you– “..please, Connie. I can’t–” but he needed to get his point across. He knew you wouldn’t be able to stomach hearing these dreaded words. “(y/n)..you got to. If I don’t come back..I need you to make sure that my mama’s straight. Make sure my folks are taken care of. My boys, you know they always got you and gone look out. So you don’t ever have to worry. I need you to make sure that you gone be strong if sum’ happens. You gone carry this on for me..we did this together and I want you to keep going. You gotta promise me that. I don’t want you to be sad.” which he knew was an impossible feat to ask of you. But he knew you were the only one who could keep this crew afloat in his absence. The last thing either of you wanted was to see him in a casket or jail but it was a possibility that you needed to prepare for. Sitting at that kitchen table, you’d find yourself full on sobbing as he listed each and every one of his demands. You’d listen..hear and take each one to heart. You wanted him to know that you would do the absolute best you could and not let him down. With your heart breaking with each passing second and the imagery of what could become, flashing through your mind, he’d place a kiss to your forehead, releasing your hands as he stood to his feet. Just then, the deafening silence that settled over the room momentarily was broken through by the long awaited ringing of his phone. It was a call from one of his boys and they were ready to move. But as you were walking him to the door, still teary eyed and upset but trying to hold it together, Connie would turn to you and reach for his own neck. Unclasping the small gold chain wrapping around it, he’d hoist it over his head and onto your own.

to him, it was a promise that he’d return to you regardless but in your mind, you felt as if it were his way of saying farewell. As if this would be the only piece of him left behind. “Aight, ma. I’m outta here. ‘Member what I said.” assuring that he was going to keep good on his promise and return home to what was precious to him. (Y/N) tugged on the charm dangling in front of it and sniffled. You’d kiss once more before bidding adieu. “See you later.” and it was at that moment, you were left all alone, standing still as a statue as you watched your boyfriend..your beloved Connie dash down the stairs and into the fray of his boys, who were equally as amped to go do this. Two black Dodge Challengers with dark tints and chrome wheels peeled away from the parking lot with Connie inside and all you were left to do was sit and play an agonizing waiting game. Forced to sit on the sidelines as you worried about his safety. Ten o’ clock came and went, eleven and twelve did the same..pacing the floor, checking your phone for any sort of update. Police presence had slowed to almost a complete halt by the time one am made its way around and you could no longer withstand the agonizing waiting game. You just needed him to come home already and be with you. You needed to know that he was just fine. But merely thirty minutes later, you’d get the news you had been dreading. For a moment, it was all a blur. Your phone rang, you’d answer and the only thing you’d hear in the background were the whirring sounds of ambulances and the voice of one of his closest friends…you couldn’t hear what was said, maybe due in part to the loud noises or the fact it was all a blur. Possibly because you didn’t want to hear any of it. Either way, all you’d recall was collapsing to the floor and sobbing into a broken mess. You were shattered..your entire world gone in an instant. “Connieeeee!” Calling out as you clawed your hands into the floor; tears flowing and falling in droplets around your crouched knees. You didn’t hear a thing but you knew that cries and screams were coming from your mouth, not a sound…anything. Yet, you were hysterical and seemingly unable to escape this hell you were trapped in.

that was until you heard a knock at the door….prompting you to hop up! As it turns out, you were merely sleeping and your horrid experience was nothing more than a cruel, brutish nightmare. Beelining for the front door, straight from your brief slumber, you’d swing it open and right there, you’d fall apart yet again.

only this time…. “Connieeee!”

they were tears of pure joy. He was just fine after all. There was your beloved, unscathed, alive and well. You’d rush to drape your arms around the back of his neck, coiling him into the tightest hug as you cried. The two of you fell right there in the doorway and he’d cradle you as closely as possible. With a single tear falling down his face and brandishing a bag in his hand..he’d hold you and gently scale his palm up and down your back to console you.

“It’s alright, ma. I told you I’d make it home tonight.”

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So, you wanna prep for Lostbelt 6 by reading a bunch of fairy lore for background information. Luckily for you, I’m a turbo nerd when it comes to this particular brand of folklore. In this post I’ll be compiling links to assorted text and audio sources of information and entertainment related to all the real-world fairy lore that pops up throughout the chapter. I’m gonna try to avoid just wikipedia links as much as possible, so some of the text sources are gonna be a little dense, but that’s ye olde texts for you. This will be semi-ongoing as things pop up, so you can keep an eye out if you want!

Note: I’ll try to keep the spoilers to a minimum, but there will be possible spoilers as to what’s in the chapter ahead, so watch out!

Without further ado, here’s the list under the cut:

HUGE MASSIVE CONTENT WARNING: Many of these texts are going to have adult themes and triggering content, particularly sexual assault, rape, and general non-consent in romantic or sexual relationships. I’m going to start including individual warnings for texts where I know it comes up, but even if I don’t note it, please proceed with caution and take care!

A Dictionary of Fairies: Hobgoblins, Brownies, Bogies, and Other Supernatural Creatures by Katharine Mary Briggs - Exactly what it sounds like on the tin. Here’s where you can read about all the different fairies and creatures that tend to be more in short folktales, from baobhan sith to barghests to Ainsel and beyond, all in alphabetical order. If you find a fairy name you want to look up, it’s probably going to be in here somewhere.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare - I mean c’mon man. C’mon. There could always be a first for someone though, so if you are that someone - this is the most famous work featuring Oberon the fairy king, and the big one that F/GO and basically all other post-Billy Shakes media works pulls from. If you’d rather watch a staging of the play instead of read a script, here are some performances by Rice University and the Palm Beach Shakespeare Festival, and if those two in particular aren’t your jam I guarantee you there’s going to be a staging somewhere you can watch. As a bonus, here’s an absolutely lovely musical arrangement of “Philomel, With Melody” (AKA the lullaby Titania’s fairy servants sing to her) by the band Caprice. It’s not the most relevant, I just want to share it because it’s nice. WARNING: The crux of the play revolves around a love potion plot, so there will be themes of manipulation, non-consent, and potential sexual assault played for laughs and romance. It’s arguably mild compared to some of the other texts on here, but I would still be careful!

Translations of Melusina (Melusine) stories by D. L. Ashliman - D. L. Ashliman’s got a massive online treasure trove of folktales and folktexts, it’s always a fun time to go on a rabbit hole through his(their?) site. If you want stuff specifically relevant to Melusine though, here’s the page for her.

Versions of the Tam Lin ballad compiled at Tam Lin Balladry - this one’s going to be relevant because of the extremely high likelihood that NA will follow the JP merch labels and localize the “Fairy Knight” title as Tam Lin. Because it’s a ballad, there’s plenty of audio versions put to song, the most textually accurate one I can currently find being by Bob Hay & The Jolly Beggars. Besides that however, there are also versions by Steeleye Span, Fairport Convention, Tricky Pixie, and my personal favorite, the one by Anaïs Mitchell of Hadestown fame and Jefferson Hamer. If you want a more standard audio adaptation, the Tales of Britain and Ireland podcast will have you covered. WARNING: The start of the ballad is explicitly about sexual assault, with Tam Lin having been a rapist prior to meeting Janet. Janet’s own encounter is usually portrayed as consensual, she’s apparently a weirdo who heard the warnings and went “So that means FREE SEX?”, but some later versions do change her encounter into rape as a bizarre way of censoring her having sex out of wedlock. In addition, the ballad deals with themes of abortion. Basically, if any of this stuff is a trigger for you, I would proceed with extreme caution if you choose to listen or read.

Habetrot and Scantlie Mab - an archived version of a fairy tale about Habetrot. For similar stories, search for stuff under the Aarne-Thompson-Uther index type 501, “The Three Spinning Old Women”.

Historia Regum Britanniae (The History of the Kings of Britain) by Geoffrey of Monmouth - Now this one may not seem immediately obvious in its relevance outside of “hey look, Arthuriana!”, but trust me, This Is A Surprise Tool That Will Help Us Later. The relevant parts are going to start at Book 6, with Vortigern’s shenanigans. There’s also a podcast audio adaptation by Myths & Legends, split into part A, part B, and part C, if you would prefer that.

Official website for Knocknarea, or Cnoc na Riabh - Knocknarea is a big ol’ hill in Ireland with a bunch of Neolithic cairns on it, the most famous of which is claimed to be Queen Medb’s tomb. For anything else related to Medb, go read the Tain.

The Wikipedia page for Cernunnos - this is the point where I have to give up on not linking wikipedia, alas, as the sources here are little too tiny and scattered. Cernunnos is a Celtic god from Gaul, he’s got horns, we’ve got his name and some archaeological depictions of him, and that’s basically it, because unfortunately no stories about him survived. If I can find a better source about him to link, I’ll drop it here.

Le Morte d’Arthur by Sir Thomas Mallory, Volume I and Volume II - Not including this initially was a huge oversight on my part, but this is pretty much The text for general Arthuriana and one of the really big ones that Fate takes influence from. You can read this for stuff about Morgause and Morgan, but it’s also just good to have on hand for anything with the Round Table in general.

I’ve also got a bunch of podcast episodes that don’t really fit in with any of the above that I’ll list here if anyone wants more dank audio content:

Robin Goodfellow: His Mad Pranks and Merry Jests by Tales of Britain and Ireland - Relevant if you want some alternative tales of Puck and Oberon. WARNING: The episode itself covers its warnings pretty good, but before you click - there’s a lot of adult content in this one, including the thumbnail image. Most of the stories adapted are going to get pretty bawdy even at best, and there’s one that explicitly involves an attempted rape that the titular character thwarts. Proceed with caution, and also maybe don’t listen in public.

Black Dogs and Englishmen: Black Shuck in English Folklore and The Barguest: Demon Dog, Silly Sprite or Spectral Hound?, both by Fabulous Folklore with Icy - Listen to these two if you want more info on barghests.

Scottish Halloween & Vampire Fairy Witches by Stories of Scotland - Listen to this if you want a retelling of a story involving the baobhan sith along with other Scottish traditions!

And that’s all I’ve got for right now! If I find any more relevant sources, or if someone directs me to said sources, I’ll be sure to add links to this post. Until then, happy reading and listening, and I hope everyone has fun with LB6!

#fate grand order #note: from what i've seen i'm like 90% sure katharine briggs is a perfectly respectable scholar of fairy lore #but if it turns out there's something wild i don't know then at the very least she's probably nasu's source #everything else is as legit as I can get right now #briggs is the most comprehensive of the bunch so if you only have time for one i'd recommend her book #but there's nothing wrong with dipping into a bunch of the others i've provided

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