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burstinn · 5 months

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OBSESSIVE

Obsessed! König x Male! Reader

Warnings and notes:

You have been kidnapped

No proofreading again lazy writing

Bad German/ some words are translated

Mentioning that you are just an ordinary guy that works in a cafe. Lee mao

You had a breakdown and are now unresponsive to König. Though the breakdown is not mentioned you are unresponsive now.

"Du bist mein Mann"

König would whisper in your ear, slowly caressing your face lovingly. He didn't care if you cried or screamed, he didn't care if you denied your love for him.

You are his Husband.

And you would learn that soon, you better learn it soon.

He would leave you in his basement for God knows how long. He hid you down here ever since.. He took you..

°°°

You are a normal man really. You work at a small Cafe inthe suburbs as an asisstant manager. You go to the grocers every Friday. You would greet the old lady to help her with her chores everytime you could.

You had a routine, you had a normal life.

Until he came, König he called himself.

"Ahh.. E.. Es Tut.. Mer.. I'm sorry are you closed?"

Though he looked and sounded intimidating, His eyes looked very.. Meek and nervous when you first met him.

König was wearing all dark clothes that day, a hoodie and mask covering his face. His towering figure over the counter almost scared you off into saying 'yes we're closed'. Maybe you should've just said you were closed. So you wouldn't be in this situation. Locked up under this house.

"Oh! No no don't worry! You can order don't worry. You can be my last customer"

You could only see a small shine of happiness and relief in his eyes when you said you were still open. You should've just told him to fuck off..

It was already tiring to clean the equipment and floors and after making his order you had to reclean in again. Past work hours. You should've left hours ago. But you decided to be nice that day... Why.

"I'm sorry.. How much should I pay?"

"It's okay, it's on the house.. You can have your order for free"

You smiled at him.

And that's when he would come over to the cafe.. Every time. He almost became a regular.

But König had strange breaks in between.

It would be 2 weeks, 6 months, 3 months, and 1 year.

He would never explain why, but you shouldn't really ask.. It's none of your business anyway.

You would simply put on a smile at him everytime, cheerily greeting him and already asking him if he was gonna have his same order.

Hell, you even just saved a room for him. A corner in the store, it's obvious by his first meeting he was an anxious man. And you felt for him so everytime maybe to ease him a bit.

You would always strike up a conversation. Even if he doesn't answer, you would talk.

And he eventually did start engaging in conversations. Slowly but surely he would become more lively around you.

He would ask you would answer, you would ask he would answer as well. It was good.

You even had a reason why he had strange long breaks in between visits to the cafe. Apparently, he is a Colonel of a military. What an interesting man, knows how to shout orders but can't speak properly when ordering something?

It was good. Life was good.

You had known König for long enough that you have his number, know his address and know everything about his simple interest.

So does he, even something simple you mentioned he would know. Even if you didn't remember you said that. It impressed you.

He would send you gifts even when he was still in his job in the military. One time he walked in wearing his uniform. Imagine your surprise when it was König, all wide eyed and mouth agape.

"Oh.. Hi! Uhm.. What's your order?"

"Hallo! I'll have my usual, bitte"

"... ", " König..?"

"Ja? Ich bin König!"

"OH MY GOD"

It was funny, he would even do it at times.. But it was obvious he would only do it just to tease you or make fun of you or something.

You would visit his house at times, funnily he would still cover his face around you.. Even though you were friends for like 7 or 8 years?

He even taught you some German.

You'd hang out with each other out of work if König or you had matching schedules to even hang out.

So you guys both plan ahead, never missing any hang outs. Lest one of you got an emergency call.

°°°

It was nice.. Simple.

You got a new friend, and you had a routine life.

All of that stopped when you got a text from König that he would be gone to the military for a few months. Of course you were saddened by that of course you sent your sad faces and good lucks.

Making your way to work, getting bombarded with customers. And annoyingly, having to fix a machine by yourself while you tell the rest of the employees to go home for the night. Really it just decided to break when it was way past the time to get home? Having to stay over work time once again really ticks people off. Especially when you don't get paid for your overtime.

Atleast the whole place was clean. You just needed to fix the machine, and it took about... You stayed there for 1.5 hours trying to fix it. Fucking dammit, An angry smashing of the plates and tables was an order but you were to tired to do any of that. Instead you make sure everything is in check before closing the lights, getting your stuff and locking the place up.

Fucking finally. You can go home and rest..

Walking your way back should've been simple, you should've been safe this was a tight knit community. Everyone knew everyone, even new comers. No one would try anything but you had to be the one.

All was well til you felt gloved hands grab you from behind. Shoving you hard against the ground, covering your mouth as they blindfolded you and gagged your mouth

Someone should've heard you, especially when you managed to slip away and ran for a few miles before getting caught again. Being dragged back to the dark..

"Bitte, es tut mer leid.. It's okay"

Imagine the betrayal, you stop struggling looking behind you to see your friend. Dragging you to his car and shoving you inside.. Not before tying you up. All the while apologizing and trying to explain something.

Not like you were listening, all that mattered was the fact you were being kidnapped by your best friend.

°°°

"Leibing, I'm back"

2 clicks then loud thuds coming from the stairs as he makes his way down to the makeshift room König prepared for you. A bed, a small bathroom, a small kitchen with all the supplies you needed. No knives, König was smart enough to think you would try to kill him.. But worse yourself. He can defend himself easily from you.

Especially that one time you managed to break off a piece from the cabinet and trying to stab him.

He made sure to lock you down here longer.

He's not a monster though. He knows you have a system to do things so every twice a week he would bring you outside. Monitored.

If he was out on his job, he would just open a makeshift window for you to bask in the sun while he was away.

He would always stock your food, even giving you snacks.

He gave you a T. V, books, magazines, small toys and games to keep yourself entertained.

He bought you new clothes, he brought you gifts from his travels.

"Liebe? Are you hiding?"

Peek around the corner. There you are. You're curled up in a ball. Tired and emotionless as usual.

"You haven't been sleeping again, have you?"

He walks over to you, wrapping you in his arms

" Ich liebe dich so sehr.. You know that right?"

"It's why I did this.. es ist für dich"

You don't answer

You stopped answering just a few weeks ago

König missed your old personality, where was the cheerful you? The one who would strike up the conversation first.

But König knew why, He knew the consequences way back when he planned on doing this.

He planned this for so long to have you.

He could live with the changes, He could live with the fact that you probably hate him now.

Stockholm Syndrome was his hope of you loving him back, but he knew it would take a while. He can be patient, he waited long enough.

He cupped your face, lifting up his hood slightly to give you a loving kiss.

You stopped fighting back as well.

"Ich kann auf dich warten"

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kineticpenguin · 6 months

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i heard about the killdozer guy but what about the rooftop koreans?

During the LA riots in 1992 the LAPD abandoned minority neighborhoods, leaving the locals to fend for themselves. Some Korean families posted up on the roofs of their buildings to protect their businesses with guns. Without any other context, they've become something of a right-wing gun culture meme. Y'know, the whole "model minority defending their property against the savage hordes with glorious firearms" sorta thing, you can see the marketing appeal.

(And I do mean marketing quite literally, there are tons of Roof Korean merch churned out on Internet shops).

The thing is, this is a somewhat whitewashed version of events. Racial tensions had been inflamed between the local black and Korean communities recently, most intensely by the killing of Latasha Harlins by a Korean store owner, Soon Ja Du. Du accused Harlins of stealing juice even though she had money in hand to pay, initiated a physical conflict, and then shot Harlins in the back of the head when she was trying to flee the store. Du received a suspended sentence for manslaughter: five years' probation and 400 hours of community service, plus a $500 fine and Harlins' funeral costs. The killing is widely seen as a contributing factor to the 1992 riots, especially with regard to Koreatown being targeted.

As for the actual defensive actions by the "Rooftop Koreans," in practice it was kind of a disaster.

What's more, if you talk to the actual Koreans who were out there that day, they don't see anything to celebrate about it. If anything, they found the abandonment to be a wake-up call with regard to their standing in society: Second-class and fully expendable.

But because of the sanitized version of history that became a meme, you can guarantee every time there are mass protests and riots, some douchebags are going to run in, drop their pants, and start furiously cranking their hogs, moaning "we need roof Koreans!" for the duration.

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i4bellingham · 1 year

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INSTAGRAM FILES: jude bellingham x reader x jamal musiala

SYNOPSIS: in which you and jude announce your break up and the events that soon follow after.

NOTES: please ignore the errors i made lol i freaking love doing social media au’s can you guys tell? 😍

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yourusername

📍Bavaria, Germany

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yourusername froh, wieder zu hause zu sein ❤️ glad to be home again

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user1 YOU'RE BACK IN UR HOMETOWN !!!

user2 dortmund probably wasn't such a good place huh :/

alphonsodavies you should visit us at allianz arena soon!

yourusername will do phonzy!

user3 hasn't she just broken up with jude last month? 😟

user4 lmao she's been friends with musiala way before she even met jude 🤣

jamalmusiala10 lass uns bald mit den anderen losziehen ❤️ let's go out with the others soon

yourusername ja, lasst uns! yes, let's

user5 what on earth is happening 🙁

jamalmusiala10

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jamalmusiala10 herzlichen glückwunsch zum geburtstag an meinen seelenverwandten. du hast das grösste herz und die grösste liebe für jeden, aber es ist eine schande, dass nicht jeder das schätzt und sieht. denk immer daran, dass ich für dich da bin. ich liebe dich, nochmals herzlichen glückwunsch zum geburtstag ❤️ happy birthday to my soulmate. you have the biggest heart and love for everyone, but it's a shame that not everyone appreciates and sees that. always remember that i am here for you. i love you, happy birthday again.

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yourusername danke, bambi. ich habe großes glück, dich als freundin zu haben. cih leibe dich ❤️ thank you, bambi. i’m very lucky to have you as a friend. i love you

user1 JAMAL CALLED HER HIS SOULMATE AGAIN 😭❤️❤️

user2 atp i think we can say miss girl dated the wrong football player 😭😭

user3 he stopped calling her that (& vice versa) when she was still dating jude omfg my heart

user4 y/n l/n, through the eyes of jamal musiala 🥺

yourfriend lass uns bald zusammen essen gehen! let's have dinner together soon

footballwrld_ig

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footballwrld_ig What do you guys think? 🤔🤔🤔

Also follow us for more football-related updates, news and gossips!

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user1 lmfao that's literally jude and y/n

user2 jude cheated? 😟🙁

user3 man i used to root for them to last too ://

yourfriend just shows you can’t trust most guys these days 😐

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user4 that's so hypocritical of the girl lmaoooo 🤣🤣🤣 miss girl be upset that her famous and well loved man is cozying up with diff girls when she's out there flaunting her flirty ass relationship with her bsf 🤣🤣

user5 you're so fucking stupid harvard’s knocking at your door.

user6 the difference is that j*de did it while he was still in a fucking relationship. y/n on the other hand had been best friends with musiala since they were kids and continues to be the best of friends until now. if she decides to start a relationship with him why not? she's known him longer than she's ever known jude and truthfully, musiala acts more of a decent boyfriend than j*de ever was to her 😐

user7 user6 slay bestie. roast that fatherless bitch

yourusername

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yourusername and i still ride with my day one ❤️

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user1 that caption though 😍

user2 date night 🙊

yourfriend looking stunning my love ! 😍💋

yourusername i miss you! we should get that dinner soon when you're back!

user3 after their breakup went viral more football players started following her oh my lord 🤭

jamalmusiala10 ❤️❤️❤️

user4 WAIT ARE Y'ALL TOGETHER OR WHAT ?????

user5 lmfao u forgot jude that easily? 🤣

user6 it's been 7 months bestie move the fuck on

yourmom beautiful 😍

yourfriend2 the audacity to have to look this beautiful 😩

#☆ i4bellingham writes.#☆ jamal musiala #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala fanfic #jamal musiala fanfiction #jamal musiala #☆ jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfiction #jude bellingham fanfic #football instagram au

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ccbunnv · 1 month

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idk how these ask thingys work, so bare with

i was thinking of a bill and tom x fem!reader who both share an interest with her and take her to a hotel room, kinda based on Reden?

Could u do it with Bill n Tom when they were both 19? tysm <33 🤍🎀

i daydream abt this sometimes >.<!!

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 kaulitz twins x fem! reader smut

"are you sure I should do this?" you ask your friend nervously, playing with the hem of your bebe shirt.

"duh!" your friend replies enthusiastically, "they gave you the room number, what else?!"

"I'm not sure," you sigh, "I'm not a groupie and all that, I..."

"just a night won't deem you as a groupie, y/n," she sighs, pushing you over to the lobby door, "c'mon, it'll be fun!"

well, you won't deny the excitement in your heart. you purse your lips before mumbling, "okay, fine! I'll do it!"

"atta girl!" she cheers, "okay, hold on a minute..."

she reaches into her purse and pulls out a lip gloss, and an atomizer with her favourite perfume. she says softly, "pucker up..."

you do so, and she helps you apply the lip gloss. then, you press your lips together to spread the gloss better. she then sprays the perfume all over you, making you cough.

she looks around you for a little bit, before snapping her fingers and handing you a hair tie. she says, "tie your hair up."

"what? why?" you ask, clearly confused.

"it's more sexy that way!" she giggles, "just do as I say!"

you sigh and do so, pulling your hair back and tying it up. you leave your bangs aside to avoid looking like an egg, clearly you wouldn't want to look like that when you're meeting your idols.

she squeals excitedly and says, "go! tell me how it was, okay?!"

you inhale and exhale, before entering the hotel. the inside is lavish, filled with ceramic pots that look like it could cost you an arm and a leg, decorated with faux flowers.

your feet take you to the reception counter, and with almost zero confidence in your voice, you ask, "hi, um, do you know where room 483 is?"

"hm? oh, yeah. it's to your left, down the hallway and take the elevator to the eleventh floor." the receptionist answers with a smile.

you nod your head as a form of thanks before following her directions to the room. you reach the elevator and press the eleventh floor.

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it takes you a little while, but you soon reach. standing before the oak wood door with the numbers '483' hanging there, menacingly, your heart quickens its beats.

there's light seeping through the gap of the door, so there should be someone inside...hopefully. swallowing your anxiety, you ring the door bell to the room.

"Bill! Geh und hol die Tür! (Bill! go get the door!)" a muffled voice calls out from the other side.

"Du bist näher an der Tür, Idiot! (you're closer to the door, idiot!)" another refutes.

"Ja, aber ich bin gerade erst aus der Dusche gekommen! Ich kann die Tür nicht öffnen, während ich nur ein Handtuch um die Hüfte trage, oder? (Yeah, but I just got out of the shower! I can't open the door with just a towel around my waist, can I?)" the voice scowls.

"Du hattest vor ein paar Monaten kein Problem damit! (You had no problem with it a few months ago!)" the other one grumbles before opening the door with a huff.

upon seeing you, his face drops from an annoyed on to a smirk. he mumbles, "well, well, look what we have here."

his eyes scan you up and down, making you feel a tad bit bashful. his eyes settle on the cleavage that's exposed by your v-neck shirt, and he giggles.

"Tom! Sieh dir das an… (Tom! come look...)" he says aloud.

"Was? ist es ein Groupie? deins oder meins? (What? is it a groupie? yours or mine?)" Tom says, walking over with a lousily worn baggy shirt and a pair of sweatpants. upon seeing you, his face turns into a smirk just like his twin's.

his tongue plays with the cold steel piercing on his bottom lip, his eyes studying your body. he eventually says, "you wanna come in?"

"uh, sure!" you respond, trudging in after Tom. Bill shuts the door and locks it once you enter.

"so, uh..." you look around the room. it's relatively messy, but it's not like you mind it.

"sit, sit." Bill says softly, sitting onto one of the two beds and patting the spot beside him.

"you want something to drink?" Tom asks as you sit next to Bill.

"um...what is there?" you ask apprehensively.

"cola, sprite, the works...there's wine, if you drink." he grins.

"oh, I'll just take a cola..." you say quietly.

he reaches into the minibar refrigerator and brings out a can of cold cola, opening the tab and pouring you a glass.

you take the glass when he hands it to you, and drink it down. the carbonation fizzes in your throat as it grows awkwardly silent.

"so, what's your name?" Tom asks, sitting on his bed.

"it's y/n, uh...y/n l/n." you smile at them.

Bill chuckles, "aren't you cute?"

"don't scare her, Bill." Tom snickers, "I suppose you already know us?"

"um, yeah!" you laugh a little.

"so, y/n, what do you think about our concert today?" Bill asks softly, "was it fun?"

"yeah! it's actually my first concert, I'm glad I got to come..." you respond as he stands and sits next to Tom.

"oh, we're stoked to be the first band concert you attend." Tom says with his signature smile. you can't help but grow shy.

"so, do you have a favourite song?" Bill asks softly.

"I like Reden." you say, shrugging.

"it's a fan favourite isn't it?" Tom chimes, looking over at Bill.

Bill grins and says, "well of course it is."

Tom turns his head back at you and it takes him a while before asking, "do you have a favourite member?"

"me...member?" you repeat.

"yeah. among the four of us, who do you like the most?" Bill explains.

"I guess, um..." you look at your thighs, your hands turning the cold glass of cola in your hands.

"is it Gustav?" Tom asks, and you shake your head no.

"Georg?" Bill follows up, and you respond with a head shake as well.

"hm..." they smirk, "well it's either one of us."

you keep silent, not knowing what to say.

"come on, don't be shy." Bill says softly, walking over to you and tilting your head upwards, "it's okay, I know Tom can deal with a rejection."

"what makes you think you're her favourite, huh?" Tom comments snarkily, sitting next to you and bringing an arm protectively around your waist.

"well it's up for her to decide." Bill grumbles, "who do you like the most?"

"I don't know..." you finally reply after a little while, "I like both of you...?"

this renders them silent, before Bill finally cracks up. as he wipes away his tears of laughter, he says, "we were just playing with you, y/n! it's okay."

Tom sighs and pats your head, while Bill looks around. he then snaps his fingers, "hey, how about we play a game?"

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"uh..." you bite your lower lip as you think of an answer to the question the twins thought up of.

the game went like this: they gave a question and if you couldn't answer, you had to strip a piece of your clothing.

you had taken off your bracelets, your kandi, your socks...almost everything off. now you're left in your bra and panties.

Tom and Bill on the other hand...Tom had his shirt taken off and Bill had both his jacket and shirt off.

"three," Bill starts a countdown, his voice nonchalant.

"two..." Tom continues, staring at you up and down.

"one!" Bill cheers, "take off one thing."

you blush, panicking rather silently on the inside.

"c'mon, don't be a quitter." Bill giggles, sitting upright.

you think of a way to maneuver your way around the consenquences, and you eventually succeed in doing so. you take off the hair tie keeping your hair in a high ponytail, letting it fall onto your shoulder.

"hey! that doesn't count!" Bill huffs.

"it does! it's a piece of my clothing!" you chime playfully.

"hey, how about instead of clothes, it's a kiss instead?" Tom asks, smiling, "everytime you can't answer, you have to give us a kiss."

you narrow your eyes at Tom and he shrugs, smiling. thinking about it, a kiss is better than stripping bare, so you nod in agreement.

"alright then, next question!" Bill says, "y/n, do you have a favourite subject?"

absolutely not. you cannot answer this because truth is, there is not one single subject you like other than after school. you find yourself unable to answer the question.

the countdown begins again, this time much faster than the last. Bill cheers, "you didn't answer! now you have to give one of us a kiss."

"on the cheek?" you ask nervously.

"on the lips." Tom chides.

you bite your lower lip, wondering if you should do it or not. positive side is that, these are your idols and you'd definitely kiss them. negative side is that, you have no kissing experience.

so you decide to stomach your shame and crawl over to Bill. you lean in close and give him a quick peck to his lips, which makes both twins pause in their spots.

they never actually thought you'd do it. after all, you were so shy around them, it was probably a 20% chance of you thinking about kissing them and a 10% chance of actually kissing them.

as you pull away shyly, Bill's hand grips your forearm and he, with a dangerous glint in his eyes, says with a smile, "that can't be all."

he stands and pushes you against his bed, and your stomach churns as you realise what's about to happen. you feel a familiar sensation in your lower abdomen, your body shaking with excitement.

Tom snickers and says, "you don't mind me joining in, right?"

you stammer, "y...you? two of you? I don't think I can..."

"oh, hush." Bill smirks, lying down next to you on his side, "you'll do perfect, I know you will."

he slowly presses the pad of his thumb against your cunt, feeling it seep through the fabric of your panties. he leans down and captures your lips in a soft, comforting kiss.

Tom's hand reaches in and they wrap themselves around your soft, plush thighs, spreading them open to reveal the wetness in between.

"eager." he comments, licking his lips. this draws a blush to your cheeks, your mind twisting and turning with embarrassment as he says so.

you really felt dirty from how easily you were letting them fuck you, but c'mon, who wouldn't?

Bill removes his hand from your pussy, and with a swift tug, he somehow managed to unclip your bra and tear it off your body. he doesn't even hesitate in throwing it on the floor.

the cold air stiffens your sensitized nipples, and without warning, Bill wraps his lips around one of them, his tongue brushing against the bud while his other hand draws circles around your areola.

you whimper softly while you feel Tom tug your panties off. before you know it, he had gotten in between your legs and delved straight into your cunt like a man starved.

his tongue delves into your entrance, his nose nuzzling into your cunny, eliciting a moan from you. he ate you out like he had been depraved for so, so long.

his hands grip your thighs, digging into the flesh and leaving dark red, crescent-shaped marks onto your skin. he pulls away from your entrance, a string of your nectar and his saliva connecting his tongue to your hole.

his eyes stare upwards at you, and your breath hitches. he dips back in between your thighs and wraps his lips around your clit, suckling on it and pressing his tongue against it.

you gasp and reach down, grabbing his dreads that was pulled up into a ponytail...but without his usual cap and headband. meanwhile, Bill had his attention focused entirely on your tits.

he's an ass person, no doubt, and as much as he'd love to fondle that butt of yours, your breasts just looked too good to not be pampered.

his tongue presses against your nipple, while his other hand squeezes the bud and tugs on it, which just makes you confused from the pleasure. it's just your tits, so why the fuck do you feel so good?

the contrast of the cold hotel room and the warmth of his mouth was making you dizzy. plus the fact that Tom was eating you out like an all you can eat buffet just made you feel overstimulated.

your legs trembling as you grip the bedsheets harder, your head tilting backwards and your back arching off the bed was a tell-tale sign that you were about to cum.

Tom moans in satisfaction, sending a vibration of pleasure coursing through your veins. you buck your hips upwards, trying to get more but he settles you down via pulling them back down against the bed.

Bill leaves your nipples alone, grinning as he sees them all puffy and wet with his saliva. his teeth begin to nip at your breast, his hand groping your other breast and squeezing it.

he bites and licks, sucking on your flesh until it left a fresh purple bruise there. he seems so proud of his work that he decides to leave a couple more on your tits.

Tom's tongue finds its way back into your pussy and that was the last straw. you let a string of whines leave your lips as you squirm around in his stern grip, your orgasm washing over you while he drinks up every last drop you could offer.

once you had come down from your high, the twins pull away from you. just when you thought it's over, they prove you wrong. they begin to undress, agonizingly slowly.

you can't handle another minute more, but they seem to enjoy teasing you. they finish with taking off the basics, but you're too impatient for them to take their underwear off.

you quickly scramble to sit upright, facing the tents in their boxers. the saliva accumulating in your mouth is quickly swallowed down while you processed the sheer size of their restricted cocks.

Tom had a toned body, fit with a slim waist, broad shoulders, and a happy trail that lead down to the treasure within his underwear. Bill on the other hand, he was more lean but god, that v-line could kill.

you know for a fact someone would be paying to be in your place for even a second right now. Tom grabs ahold of you and spins you onto your tummy, making sure you're in a comfortable position. you watch tentatively as Bill slides his thumb into the rim of his boxers, his hands pressing against the front while he shimmies the underwear off his hips in an agonisingly slow motion.

you can't help it anymore. you needed it, and badly.

Bill's dick juts out of his boxers, hard and leaking with pre cum. each vein crawls to his tip, glossy with his own arousal. your tongue finds it place on the underside of his shaft, licking upwards kittenishly which elicits an erotic moan from the back of his throat.

you soon feel something hard press against your lower back, in between your ass. it slowly glides up and down, and a soft groan exits from behind you. you crane your head slightly to find Tom's dick already out of his calvin klein, and him teasing himself on your skin.

you swallow thickly, wondering if you could take him in. but you digress and move your attention back onto the leaking cock right in front of your face. you lick your lips to wet it, before propping yourself on your hands and knees.

Bill's hand ventures to your hand and he whispers, "alright, you ready, good girl?"

you nod, excited yet anxious. he prods the tip of his cock against your lips, drawing it along the slit. slowly, he pushes only the tip in, just for a little taste.

you press your tongue against his manhood, licking upwards and pulling away just to suck on it briefly. you look up at him, expecting praise, but the expression on his face is enough for your own warmth to pool into your lower abdomen.

he hisses, his perfectly manicured hand running through your hair before settling on the back of your head. before you had a chance to retaliate, he shoved his dick into your mouth.

the head of his cock hits the back of your throat and it makes you gag, your throat convulsing. he only moans louder, throwing his head back. your moans and pants send vibrations along his veins that simply bring him more pleasure.

slowly, he pulls back and thrusts it back in once more. your tongue lies dormant on the bottom of your mouth while he fucks your face, finding pleasure in seeing your eyes roll back.

but you're quickly brought back to reality when you feel something enter you. you were so wet, Tom didn't need any extra lubrication to simply shove it in.

a moan tears through your throat, which in turn makes Bill grunt in delight. you feel something in your stomach, a hardened tip prodding at your womb whilst it enters and exits as it wills.

the sound of wet skin slapping against eachother is doubled as Tom fucks you from the back, enjoying the image of your ass shake as he thrusts into you roughly.

you can't keep up with the pace, your hands are growing sore, and you're sure you're sinking into the bed. your body feels hot and your heart thunders within your chest. your jaw aches from Bill continuously fucking it with his girthy length...

you've never really taken into account on how big they could be. was it even human at this point?

well, whatever. who cares, right...?

𓆩♱𓆪

it's been three hours. condoms litter the floor but the twins have yet to be tired out. your body is sticky with both their and your fluids, and you've lost count at how many times you've cum already.

the bed sheets below are absolutely soaked, but the twins don't even care about that. your hands wrap around Tom's cock and lazily, you stroke him up and down. the gloss of your cum and his mixed together froths at his base, creating a white circle.

you swallow thickly as your hands loses its rhythms from Bill's fervent fucking into your spent pussy. your cunt ached from how much it was being stretched, and you were sure that your insides had already memorised each and every vein of the twins' cocks.

Tom hisses and grasps your head, pulling it back so you can face him. his face holds a devilish grin as he asks, "keep going, pretty girl."

you seal your lips and continue your handjob, but once more, it loses rhythm as Bill hits a spot within you. Tom sighs softly, slowly combing your hair back and reaching it to push back the wet strands that stick to your face.

"again, go on." he says with a smirk.

Bill snickers and you jolt awake when you feel his hand smack against your already red ass. the pain is short-lived, and what follows up is a warm pleasure on your skin.

you continue stroking Tom while Bill fucks you, and your hands grow frantic as you near your own climax. your hips jolt and your insides squeeze Bill, as if milking him for his own cum.

"relax girl...we're on our last condom. don't wanna break it now, hm?" he jeers at you, but you're too fucked out to give a damn.

you whine softly, swaying your hips left and right for him. he only laughs and spanks you once more, and a groan leaves your kiss-bitten, red lips.

Tom tilts his head back, his own groans and grunts growing louder by the minute as he nears his orgasm. his cock twitches in your hands, his chest heaving up and down fervently. his arms flex while he grips the blanket, about to accept his climax.

you're close yourself too, the motion of your hands tell you that much. your spine curves, as if welcoming Bill for a deeper position as if he wasn't already balls-deep inside you already.

your insides squeeze him as much as you can, your thighs tremble as it grows stickier from the juices that leak out of your cunt.

Bill moans softly as he nears his own. each thrust of his hips only grows even more frantic while he fucks deeper into you, as if desperate to get you pregnant.

his hands grip your ass even tighter, his teeth grinding against eachother as his pretty black eyeliner run down his gorgeous, pleasure-filled face. it's almost unfair how hot he is.

with a loud scream, you ride out your final orgasm as Bill's ragged thrusting brings you to a pleasure so intense that your entire vision blackens. white spots slowly appear and it's a short while before you finally regain your senses.

by the time you did, Tom had already came. ropes of his thick cum leaks out of his tip, slowly running down his cock and in between the seams of your fingers. the viscous liquid covers his dick in a sheer gloss.

you feel Bill pulling out with you and he sighs tiredly, pulling the condom off his dick slowly so it doesn't spill everywhere. your legs wobble before you completely fall, but Tom's there to catch you.

he pulls you into his arms and his voice coos gently, "that's a good girl...mhm, it felt good?"

you nod tiredly.

Bill smiles as he ties the condom, and throws it onto the carpeted floor for the maid tomorrow morning to clean. he climbs next to Tom and slowly, he strokes your thighs in hopes of soothing them.

you're exhausted, you can barely even support your head upwards for even a minute. Tom's smile is just like Bill's as he supports your head for you. he kisses your forehead, "just go to sleep, pretty girl."

"don't worry," Bill adds, "we'll be here till you wake."

and with their softspoke words, a sort of warmth courses through you and before you even know it, you've passed out in Tom's arms.

#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fanfic

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König x Reader Drabble

A/N: Fluffiness,Gn!reader,O.C.C,reader has no physical appearance or race,no use of pronouns other than "you",mention of y/n

My German is not fluent! I'm sorry for any mistakes, I accept constructive criticism and help! I used the translator

I hope you guys enjoy it!

It was an afternoon in Vienna, the shops were open, cafés were crowded, especially in winter, each shop or café was different from the others, some were rustic, cottage, simple and other varieties. You walked through the streets admiring it because it was your first time in Vienna, a friend of yours invited you to take this trip to spend the holiday there, as it had been a while since you had seen them. However, you needed help, you were not fluent in German and because it was your first time in Vienna You didn't know the place, while you tried to look at the address on the map on your cell phone you became more confused, meanwhile on the other side of the street there was a tall young man reaching the height of a door, he has long red hair with a touch of salt and pepper, he wears a mask covering his mouth and nose, jeans, and a long coat covering him and to top it off a scarf. He was in a coffee shop having to bend down a little because of his height. After he paid for his coffee and picked it up, he walked again and came across you on the other side of the street, he looked at you curiously and seeing that you were trying to ask for some information, apparently you weren't very fluent in German,Konig decided to go to you and as soon as he got closer you noticed by his shadow, giving you a slight fright you looked at him, you couldn't believe how handsome he was, beautiful pairs of ice blue eyes. He clears his throat and has a beautiful accent

‐König: Hallo, bist du verloren? (Hello, are you lost?)

You just looked at him confused, I don't really understand the last part

‐König: Oh sorry, are you lost?

You nodded your head, as a sign of yes

‐König: Oh ja, In that case I can help you

You noticed by the look in his eyes that he gave a small smile, making your cheeks heat up and your heart skip a beat. You smiled back and showed the address, he analyzed it and signaled for you to follow him. As the two of you walked, you felt safe and warm because of the heat radiating from könig's body. He is quiet just like you are but soon he thought about having a conversation to kill the silence he was all confident

‐König: Dann, what are you doing here? Did you come to spend the holiday with your family? he seemed genuinely curious about you

You smiled and answered him

‐Y/n: I'm here to spend the holiday with a friend, he just nodded and then asked

‐König: What is your name? My name is König

You smiled and spoke and decided to answer him "Y/N"

‐König: Oh, a beautiful name

You blushed at this little compliment, the way you talked. Arriving at your destination he handed you a paper, He looked at you with a smile on his face, your company made him feel good first of all on this slightly cold afternoon in Vienna,könig really enjoyed your company, just like you liked him, you took advantage of the moment and asked him if he wanted to have a coffee with him one day. He looked at you before answering.

‐König: Ja, I'd love to have a coffee with you y/n

And in the heat of the moment he brushed a strand of hair from your face and then said goodbye with a kiss on your forehead. So he went back on his way, you smiled to yourself, opening the paper containing his phone number. So starting with an incredible afternoon and then a meeting with a handsome "mysterious" guy

Final notes: Good night/afternoon/day I wrote this drabble about our favorite Austrian <3, I really like könig. A huge thanks to @konig-s-hood for recommending him to write, It was longer than I expected but I hope you like it!

#call of duty writer #cod writer #cod fanfic #fanfic writing #moon's writes #cod konig #konig x reader #koenig #könig mw2 #könig x reader #cod x reader #gn!reader #könig fluff #fluff #fluff fic

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unscharf-an-den-raendern · 2 months

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Schloss Einstein Folge 1055

Gerade kurz in mein Postfach geschaut, anscheinend wird es extrem dramatisch. Bin nur bereit, wenn wir wenigstens Joel Comfort kriegen. Eigentlich nicht mal dann.

Noah telefoniert mit jemandem und kriegt dann einen Wutausbruch. Psychotherapie in Ihrer Umgebung - Rufen Sie jetzt an!

Noahs "Ich hab Scheiße gebaut" bezieht sich auf seinen Wutausbruch. Okay, dann warten wir wohl doch länger darauf, dass er das mit Colin einsieht.

Wenigstens erfahren wir, mit wem Noah da telefoniert hat: Mit seinem Vater. Er wollte mit ihm reden, weil seine neue Freundin ihm das geraten hat. Noah: "Schön, dass es denen immer erst später auffällt." Colin: "Besser, als wenn es ihnen nie auffällt." Noah: "Für deinen Optimismus sollte ich dich hauen."

Noch lächelt Colin. Noch.

Reena hat Chiara versprochen, sich während ihrer Abwesenheit um den Schulgarten zu kümmern. Wo ist eigentlich Sirius? Schon Folge 3 und er wurde bisher nicht ein Mal erwähnt.

Noah bittet Ava, die Requisite zu reparieren, die er bei seinem Wutanfall kaputt gemacht hat, doch die lehnt ab.

Joel bemerkt, dass Colin wieder mit Noah redet und wir kriegen die "Warum machst du das?" Szene. Colin: "Was?" Joel: "Dir selbst absichtlich wehtun." Ich LIEBE Protective Joel einfach so sehr!

Annika und Marlon müssen in Chemie eine Präsentation vorbereiten, während Nesrin mit Simon zusammenarbeiten muss. Und los geht's mit dem Love Quadrat!

Marlon: "Schwefelsäure. Klingt ja ätzend." *ba-dum-tss* Den find sogar ich schlecht und mein Lieblingswitz ist "Was macht die Security in einer Nudelfabrik? Die pasta auf."

Mikka bietet Reena an, ihr beim Schulgarten zu helfen. Yay, endlich wird diese Freundschaft weiter ausgebaut!

Im ShareSpace: Colin hat von Massuda was organisiert, während Joel im Hintergrund an seinem Pastinakenprojekt arbeitet (und aufpasst, dass Noah seinem Boyfriend Zimmernachbar auch ja nichts antut).

JOLIN MOMENT!

FUCK DIE SCHMINKSZENE NEIN!

NOAH DU SIEHST IHN SO AN UND DANN WILLST DU MIR SAGEN DASS DU NICHT IN IHN VERLIEBT BIST?

Wenigstens ist Joel noch da und passt auf.

Mikka: "Eigentlich hat Sirius immer Gemüse angebaut." WO IST ER?

Reena liefert die Erklärung: Sirius ist wieder zurück zu seinen Eltern gegangen. Chiara kommt dafür später wieder, sobald sie das Kleiderkarussell an verschiedenen Schulen vorgestellt hat. Ist so ein "Thüringer Förderprogramm".

Colin hat sich mal wieder allein irgendwohin verkrochen, doch Noah findet ihn und fragt, was los ist. Noah: "Alles okay?" *fasst Colin an* Colin: "Lass das!" - Das Schloss Einstein Fandom, wenn jemand "Ist das okay?" sagt.

Colin geigt Noah seine Meinung: "Es kotzt mich so an, dass du so tust, als wäre nie was passiert. Als hätte ich dir nie von meinen Gefühlen erzählt. [...] Ich versteh's nicht. Ist es, weil ich ein Typ bin?" Noah: "Was? Nein, das hat damit nichts zu tun!" Colin: "Womit dann? Wieso ist da nichts bei dir?" Noah: "Du machst alles kaputt! Du bist der einzig normale Mensch für mich hier! Ich brauch dich. Als Freund." Colin: "Für mich ist da aber mehr. Ich bin nur wegen dir nicht zu Julia nach NRW gegangen." Noah: "Hab ich dich drum gebeten? GEH DOCH!"

Ich...brauch kurz ne Sekunde.

NOAH! NEIN!!!! WARUM??? WARUM????

Noah: "Machst eh alles kaputt mit deinem Gefühlsscheiß!"

Noah: "Ja genau, verpiss dich!"

NOAH ES REICHT JETZT!

Joel, bitte schrei ihn an. Oder schubs ihn. Meinetwegen auch die Treppe runter.

Badu Mention!

Annika hat sich in Hausers Sportmodul eingeschrieben, um auch in der Schule Zeit mit Nesrin zu verbringen, muss aber feststellen, dass es einfach nichts für sie ist.

Mikka hat Verstärkung mitgebracht: Leon will jetzt auch im Schulgarten mithelfen. Der ist jetzt nämlich auch eine "Ich vermisse jemanden" Selbsthilfegruppe - Mikka vermisst Casper, Leon vermisst Io und Reena vermisst Chiara.

Natürlich braucht die Selbsthilfegruppe auch einen Namen. Mikka schlägt "Club der halben Herzen" vor. Autsch, too soon.

Annika möchte nicht aufgeben und macht trotz Erschöpfung mit dem Training weiter. Marlon: "Warum tust du dir sowas an?".

Schließlich muss sie trotzdem einsehen, dass Sport einfach nichts für sie ist. Nesrin nimmt es total gelassen auf, hat aber eigentlich nur Augen für Simon. Der hat gerade ein "richtig mieses Zungenbrecherwort" gefunden: Gaswaschflasche.

Joel will Colin natürlich davon abhalten, die Schule zu wechseln. Er schlägt vor, dass sie ja zu Frau Schiller gehen und sie bitten können, dass Noah das Zimmer wechselt. Colin lehnt ab. Joel braucht ihn aber - für sein Pastinaken-Business.

Colin: "Remote bleib ich immer Teil des Teams. Versprochen." Joel (kurz vorm heulen): "Remote ist aber nicht das gleiche". Angeblich hat er mit Julia telefoniert und Colins Schulplatz ist leider schon weg. Außerdem sind alle Schulen in NRW wegen Lehrermangel geschlossen.

Als das auch nicht funktioniert, muss sich Joel neue Argumente überlegen: "Die Bratwürste in NRW sind furchtbar!" (Thüringer Klöße Bratwurst, die mag ich sehr)

JOLIN HUG NUMMER 2

Colin: Alles gut :)

Joel: *hat gerade jeglichen Lebenswillen verloren*

Er sieht aus wie ein armer verlassener Hund, der in strömenden Regen auf einem Rastplatz ausgesetzt wurde! NOAH TEMEL SIEH WAS DU ANGERICHTET HAST!

Noah sieht Colin beim Packen: "Haust du jetzt ab oder was?" JA TUT ER! WEGEN DIR! Colin: "Ich geh zu Julia." Noah: "Whatever." WHATEVER? DAS IST DEINE EINZIGE REAKTION?

Halt warte, es ist nicht Noahs einzige Reaktion. Es kommt noch eine: "Mach, was du willst. Dann geh doch. Mir doch egal." NOAH BIST DU EIGENTLICH KOMPLETT BEKLOPPT!

Joel bitte schrei ihn an. Schlag ihm in die Fresse. Schubs ihn die Treppe runter. Mir egal. Aber mach was.

#schloss einstein

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Thick Hoodie | König x trans!reader

Anonymous asked: hi I absolutely ADORE your writing!!! I have a request of könig x trans!reader with the prompts "i didnt wanna wake you up, im sorry" and "thats my hoodie, not yours." where könig comes home from deployment and sees the reader asleep on the couch in his hoodie and he takes them up to bed but they end up waking up and then they both end up talking a bit. and then könig teases the reader for wearing his hoodie.

thank you 🙏

summary: König comes home at last.

tws: swearing

The sound of music was the first thing that König noticed when he approached the door, the skies above him a dark grey and spotted with black as the rain continued to stay on tap, dampening the hood of his thick fleece jacket as he foraged for his keys inside of his pocket; he could recognise the song with ease, knew it well enough to immediately know what the lyrics were, 'The Red Baron' by Sabaton. He smiled, pulling his hood down once he got the keys and opened the door.

He kicked his boots off, took his jacket off in order to hang it up, and placed his bag down gently before he paused at the living room doorway; a fond smile came to his face as he leaned against the frame, hunched over a little bit as he folded his arms across his chest and looked at you with a certain glint in his eyes as he hummed softly and dared to steal a quick look at the television.

The album art for Sabaton's 'The Great War' took up the screen, and he soon enough returned his gaze to you.

On the sofa, you were sound asleep, wrapped up in the silver coloured blanket that often was kept on the bed underneath the thick black silk duvet; he could see that you were cuddled into the green camoflauge patterned teddy bear with your country's rugby union uniform on, the one he had gotten you so many years ago so that you wouldn't miss him so much when he was deployed.

He sprayed it with his cologne daily when he was home, wanting to make sure that it smelled like him when he needed to leave; the soft light of the television glittered across your features, and König couldn't help but to think about how you looked so good, so peaceful, in that very moment. Without a doubt, you were stunning.

König didn't want to wake you, he really didn't, but he knew that you would have a sore neck in the morning if he left you there, so he padded across the room as quietly as he could, and squatted in front of the sofa as he gently laid his hand on your arm, and softly shook you.

"Mein Bärchen, it's time to wake up," he said tenderly. "C'mon, we're going to bed."

You stirred a little, grumbling as you dared to slowly sit yourself upright, rubbing your eyes as you yawned and stretched. "'m sorry, I tried to wait up for you..."

"Ist kein problem," König replied sweetly, "aber, es ist sehr spät, und du bist schläfrig."

You smiled as you nodded, daring to yawn again. "I am really fucking tired."

"Come on," he coaxed. "We'll go to bed, ja?"

You snuggled down again, shaking your head as you dared to fall back asleep, and although he didn't want to pester you, König couldn't stop himself; he gently tugged you into his embrace, your legs over one arm and your back resting against the other as he hoisted you up and started to carry you through to the bedroom.

It was then that he noticed. You were wearing his thick hoodie, the dark green camoflauge patterned one that he often wore during the winter, and although he wanted to tease you about it, he couldn't bring himself to wake you up; you were so sound that you didn't even stir when he placed you in the bed, nudging you over to your side; he removed his shirt, and stripped his trousers off, before he dared to get in beside you.

König had always liked sleeping on the side of the bed that wasn't against the wall, as he liked to think that if anyone wanted to cause trouble - such as a burglar - then he would be the first to be up and to defend you both, as although he knew you were perfectly capable of looking after yourself thanks to your SAS career, it helped him put his mind at ease to think that he would be the one in any immediate danger if he was the first one up.

He was just pulling the blanket up to his shoulders when you finally stirred, putting the teddy bear behind you so that you could snuggle into his side; your head on his chest as your hand came to rest on his stomach while he dared to slip his arm around you, holding you tightly against him as his hand gently moved up and down your upper arm, even daring to run over your shoulder a little.

"I didn't wanna wake you up, I'm sorry," he murmured, frowning slightly.

But you shook your head, daring to press a kiss to his neck, the exact same spot where you often left a hickey. "It's alright, maus... it's more comfy with you, anyway."

"Natürlich," König laughed. "I like it better mit dir hier, anyway... aber, that's my hoodie, not yours."

You smiled, he could feel it against his neck as you snuggled into him that little bit more. "You should've known that if you didn't want it borrowed, you shouldn't have left it."

"Dieb," he teased as a grin came to his face, daring to laugh again. "My favourite thief, though."

"You, uhm..." you hummed as you thought about the best way to word it. "Did you tell the lads at KorTac about me?"

König nodded. "Oh, ja! You know ich liebe dich, (y/n)... why wouldn't I?"

"The fact that I'm trans," you admitted quietly. "Y'know, I thought you'd be... I dunno..."

"Ich liebe dich," he insisted. "I love you for you. Not in spite of... well, maybe in spite of the fact that you steal my hoodies."

You chuckled softly at the teasing remark. "That's all?"

"Ja," he nodded. "I didn't tell them you're a thief, though."

"König," you shook your head fondly. "I'm not a thief!"

"You steal my hoodies," he pointed out. "Mein Bärchen, I love you for everything about you - but not your stealing."

"I hate you, Maus," you joked. "Maybe we ought to see about having a ketubah."

"You mean that?" He asked softly.

"Yeah..." you nodded. "I mean, don't you think it'd be a good idea? We did say a while ago that it'd be nice to stand under a chuppah together, didn't we?"

"Ja, ja, we did," König agreed, a bright smile coming to his lips. "If you feel it's the right time, Bärchen, I will be happy to do it."

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Most of you don’t know who she is but she’s important. Her name is Latasha Harlins. In 1991, at the ripe age of 15, Latasha went to her local Korean owned food mart and never made it out. The store owner’s wife, Soon Ja Du, mistook her for trying to steal a bottle of orange juice and a minor struggle ensued. Du grabbed Latasha and ended up getting pushed to the ground. Du then went and got her gun and pointed it at Latasha. Latasha bends down, picks up the orange juice, and places it on the counter. As Latasha had walked away to leave the store, Du shot Latasha in the back of the head at a 3 foot distance, killing her immediately. Du tried to claim self defense, but there were 2 eyewitnesses and the store’s security camera showed otherwise. The jury convicted Du and advised the judge to go with the maximum sentence of 16 years. Du walked away with 400 hours of community service, 5 years probation, and a $500 fine, as the judge said although Mrs. D acted inappropriately, her actions were justified. Judge Joyce Karlin states that Mrs. Du was the victim, Latasha is the criminal and would be standing in front of her for assault on a store clerk had she not died. The slaughter of Latasha Harlins is one of major factors in the initiating of the LA Riots. We only hear about Rodney King but she is the original #SayHerName. Tupac had an affinity for Latasha and has mentioned her name in several songs as well as dedicated the iconic song “Keep Ya Head Up” to Latasha. So today we say Latasha Harlins, you’re a pillar baby girl, whether they realize or not. And today, someone heard ya story❤️

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notreallyimportant · 11 months

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I just want one summer of peace.

Cyrus Belton, a 14 year old child, was murdered by Rick Chow. Why? Because Chow assumed he was shoplifting ( and his own security cameras proved that Cyrus didn’t). This is very reminiscent of Latasha Harlins, who was 15 years old and was murdered by the shop owner Soon Ja Du because she suspected Latasha of shoplifting.

Chow’s store has been wrecked by locals, like what happened with Du’s shop.

Many articles note that Chow has dealt with many shoplifting incidences in the past, but to chase and kill a child over a water bottle is extreme and is no way justifiable. From what I understand, Chow is being held without bond.

#cyrus belton #say his name #black lives matter

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s65ns · 2 months

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Harry Styles

One-Shots:

i need a hug. | wattpad link. [complete]

bestfriend!harry x oc!jas

in which Jas just needs a hug and who better to give her a hug than her best friend, Harry.

Series:

Out of Time. | wattpad link. [on hold]

stranger!harry x oc!evelyn

"Hors du temps, Harry." Evelyn said softly. She raised her frail hand to caress Harry's face. Harry placed his hand over her's. "What does that mean?" he asked. There's a moment of silence before Evelyn whispers, "We're out of time."

more to come soon!

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nicohischierz · 8 months

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you’re in love: lucas hughes x saira hischier

tagging: @ivy-34, @hzstry8, @francesfarhadi, @cixrosie, @heartz4hisch, @trevs-swiftie, @itsnotgray text me or fill the form if you want to join the taglist!!

it was the first time the kings played the ducks in the new season.

saira was ecstatic.

the captain of the kings, brandt clarke, sat next to the young girl. “how are you feeling?” he asked.

saira took in a deep breathe before looking to the man “i’m excited! uncle z and uncle jd said these games can be brutal,”

brandt laughed. she truly was her mothers daughter. the older canadian looked at the girl with pride, he knew that the kings would be in good hands once he retired.

“now i know lucas is on the other team but tonight you guys aren’t friends,” he teased.

saira stuck her tongue out “then i’ll tell uncle quinny it was your idea for me to start a fight. then he’ll tell aunt scar,”

brandt pushed the younger girls head away from him. even after eighteen years of being around the family, brandt clarke was afraid of the hughes brothers.

during warm ups, saira saw her parents wearing her jersey sitting next to lucas’s family.

the hughes/brandt family made it down to california for the first highway showdown between lucas and saira.

“shit saira, is that your parents?” leon asked.

the young swiss boy had taken a liking to saira as soon as he made the team. after learning who his teammate would be he made it his mission to befriend her.

“ja. du kannst sie später treffen” (yes. you can meet them later) she told the boy.

in some weird twist of luck, lucas and saira’s lines were on the ice at the same time. which meant lots of battles against the two.

by the third period saira had one goal and two assists.

lucas has two goals.

the kings were in control of the puck. saira was making a pass to leon when a body came crashing into her.

saira’s body crashed awkwardly into the glass before she hit the ice.

you and nico got out of your seats, your sons angelo and damian clutched onto their younger sister lily as she screamed for her older sister.

one of the kings defenders acted immediately, pushing the ducks player ready to start a fight for his teammate.

brandt had gone to grab the trainer whilst leon attempted to keep players away from saira. meanwhile, lucas was distraught.

the boy kept looking around for his parents because for once in his life he didn’t know what to do.

it wasn't until someone called his name that he returned to reality. trevor noticed his nephew's frantic state and called him back to the bench, he then sent lucas down the tunnel to cool down before coming back out.

lucas missed watching saira skate back to the locker room and the cheers of the fans as she stood up shakily.

once she got checked and was cleared by the doctor she headed straight to her parent's seats. lily had seen her older sister first and ran straight for the older girl, hugging her legs. angelo and damian followed after lily. the two sixteen-year-olds weren't ones to show emotion but for their older sister, they would do anything.

meanwhile, in the kings hallway, lucas hugged his mother tightly. the older woman comforted her son as he replayed saira's hit in his head. he felt guilty. he should've seen his teammate and warned someone.

"she's going to be fine luke. she's a tough one," quinn reminded his son.

lucas pulled away from his mother and nodded. his sister, blair, patted his head before going back to her phone. his other sister emily was gawking at one of his teammates. his younger brother, nate, was nowhere to be found. he was following saira around.

quinn took his chldren to the car whilst amanda spoke to lucas.

"you like her don't you?" amanda asked.

lucas shook his head but his mothers stare made him change his answer "maybe," he whispered.

lucas thought about it for a while as he and his mother walked out to meet saira and the rest of the group.

"mama, I think I might love her," he whispered.

amanda smiled at her son and patted his cheek.

saira clung to her father, her shirt had ridden up a little and lucas caught sight of the bruise forming on her side.

“if we’re still heading out for dinner, i can drive saira’s car and angelo or damian can drive my car to the restaurant,” lucas suggested.

saira handed her car keys to lucas and followed him to her car as the parents headed into their own cars and the kids chose their pick.

saira’s phone connected to the aux and lucas noticed the name of the playlist as the one he made for her. a small smile made its way onto his face when he heard you humming.

“soo are you guys like dating?” blair asked getting into the car.

nate was quick to tell his older sister to shut up.

saira and lucas started blushing. the former moved her hand from the middle of the car where her fingers unconsciously intertwined with lucas.

blair scoffed and turned to her younger brother.

during dinner, the two pro hockey players were silent as they sat next to each other. if one were to make slight contact with the other the two turned into blushing messes.

you and amanda told blair and nate to follow you guys in the car, leaving saira and lucas alone.

"umm how are you feeling?" lucas asked.

the boy had parked saira's car and walked her to the door, her equipment bag in hand. saira shrugged "i mean it hurts when i touch my hip and i know you're going to tell me to stop but it's fun,"

lucas then waited for saira to finish getting ready before leaving the house. the boy went down to grab her a drink and when he returned he caught her in the middle of putting her shirt on.

"oh shit, i am so sorry," he apologised covering his eyes.

saira scrambled to put her shirt on. when she was done, she walked over to lucas and removed his fingers from his eyes.

the two adults were hit with a sense of deja vu as their close proximity reminded them of saira's draft night.

"i love you," lucas whispered.

he wasn't sure where his sudden confidence came from but he knew he needed to tell her how he felt. saira placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"i love you," she whispered back.

#lucas hughes au #saira and lucas #saira hischier au #nicohischierz writes

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hannahssimblr · 3 months

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Chapter Eleven

The birthday boy, Elias, and his boyfriend Leon live in an apartment block in the Charlottenburg district of the city. It belongs to Leon’s father, whose job has something to do with the automotive industry, and is the type of wealthy man who prefers to have his properties blurred out in Google Maps. Jude assured us that their place is massive. “Like, unreal, insane, massive”, and offers to travel there with us, only our dinner runs late and we need time to rush back to the hostel and change our clothes, so we agree to meet at the penthouse instead.

The apartment, thankfully, has a lift, and it has even more than that. It has a concierge that glances up from his neat little desk as we push through the heavy doors and with a small sigh says “Du bist wegen der Geburtstagsfeier hier.”

“Um. Ja.” I say, and he waves us towards the elevator. “Zehnter stock.”

“Danke schon!” We shuffle inside it and hit the button for the tenth floor. My stomach seems to lurch more than usual as I stand there and wait to be carried all the way up the building. I smooth my hands over the front of my trousers and take a deep breath, somewhat surprised to find it shuddering. I’m anxious. Something feels charged tonight, but it must be the energy in the air from the looming thunderstorm. Huge, black clouds started rolling in over us as soon as we alighted the train, and now, outside of this apartment block, the great, fat raindrops that narrowly missed us have begun to hammer the pavement.

Our plastic heels clack across the tile as we make our way towards the huge double doors to knock. There is muffled music coming from within, and it suddenly amplifies when the door swings open, and a man dressed as Neil Armstrong stands there. “Hallo.” He says, and stands aside to let us into the apartment, flooded by the sounds of dreamy, psychedelic rock.

I try not to let my jaw hit the floor as I look around us. It really is massive. Unreal, insane, and whatever other adjectives one could use in an attempt describe a place that is beyond description. It is a marriage of concrete and glass and steel, with floor to ceiling windows that provide a perfect view of the glittering city beneath us. A sunken living room with leather furniture is decorated by the beautiful people who sit in it, and the television, although off, is the biggest one I’ve ever seen. There are paintings, and books, and plants, and stunning decor and everything, down to the door handles and the throws on the couches is like a piece of art. I barely even look at the people around me, I just stare, and stare at the pendant lights and the rugs and the bespoke kitchen table, littered with bottles of wine and loose cups that should certainly all be sitting on coasters and wonder how I’ll be expected to do anything else that evening but stare at this place and its ostentatious display of wealth.

“Come on.” Claire tugs at my arm. “Let’s go say hello to the guys.” She leads me into the kitchen, when Jonas and Jude are sitting on a pair of barstools. They stand up when they spot us, and I can’t help but grin. “Hey, we made it.”

“You did.” Says Jude. “Priscilla Presley?”

“Yes!”

He makes me spin around. “You’ve done a great job, my God. Your hair.”

“I’m trying not to think about how I’m going to get it to sit back down straight again after this. I tortured it with a comb.” I take a moment to take in his costume, which to my immense disappointment is a 60s style brown suit. That’s it. “Who are you meant to be?”

“JFK.” He smirks. “Is it not obvious?”

“I can’t believe this. You could just be some guy!”

“Well I’m not just some guy, I’m JFK.”

“Well, groovy, I suppose.” I say, throwing up a peace sign in the spirit of it all, and he chuckles. “I’m pretty sure Priscilla didn’t say things like ‘groovy’.”

“Fine, it’s not groovy, then.”

“Yeah that sounds more like her.” We turn to our friends, in conversation with one another and I do a double take when I realise who Jonas is dressed as. “Charles Manson?” I splutter, and he looks at me with amusement and says “Yes, didn’t I do a good job?”

“A great job.” I agree, “Only it’s a bit awkward, seeing as Claire is dressed as Sharon Tate.” He looks at her and bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, I didn’t know who you were supposed to be! This is terrible!”

She curtseys for him. “Only because people tell me that I look like her. It’s not very obvious, I suppose. She really did dress quite normally.” We make them pose together for at least a dozen photographs on Claire’s new polaroid camera, and then Jude and I grin for Claire when she turns it on us, and Jude puts his arm around me while we pull the ugliest faces we can. Then he pretends to kiss my cheek, lips hovering just a few tantalising centimetres from my cheek and I try my best to act like it doesn’t phase me.

After he swivels around to grab a pair of beers from the counter for us, I ask him “Where’s Jackie O?” He peers around us. “I don’t think anybody came as her, which, honestly, now feels like a bit of a waste. It’s a pity that you and I didn’t think of collaborating or something. You could have been my first lady.”

“Or you could have collaborated with me and been my 60’s Elvis, which would have been way more interesting than your dusty old suit.” I say, but he doesn’t seem to have been listening. Instead his eyes are somewhere over my head. I glance behind me to see Astrid enter the kitchen, and her presence in this space makes my skin prickle, like she’s instantly sucked all of the energy out of the room. The last time I saw her her hair was cascading down to the small of her back in perfect, white blonde waves, and now it’s gone. Lopped off into the shortest of short pixie cuts imaginable. For a brief moment I wonder if it’s a wig to suit her Twiggy costume, but as she gets closer to us I realise that it isn’t, it couldn’t be. It’s her real hair. She’s really cut it all off, displaying a drastically different, sharper, more severe and angular look than before. When her light green eyes meet mine, I swear she almost rolls them.

“Hello.” I say sheepishly. “Your costume is nice.”

Her expression doesn’t budge. “Can I speak with Jude, please?”

I heat up with shame and embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry.” I say. Maybe she saw us taking those photos. Maybe she heard what I said about Elvis. Unable to meet her eyes, I excuse myself to go wandering around the party, somewhere, anywhere away from her boyfriend, who I certainly shouldn’t have been retroactively planning a couples costume with. What was I thinking? But he’s so confusing, sometimes I don’t know where his boundaries are.

There’s a nice group of pretty girls in the lounge who switch to english as soon as they realise I can’t understand them, and I sit and talk with them for a while, learning all of the gossip about Leon’s rich dad, and what he allegedly does with all of his big heaping mounds of cash. They say that Leon takes photographs of models in his studio upstairs for work, while Elias, five years younger and still in college, studies painting and has a dedicated studio in one of the rooms too. I’m curious about it, and vow to sneak up there later to see if I can get a look at it.

On the whole, people here are very friendly and inviting, and after talking to the nice girls in the lounge I dance to some psychedelic rock with another group of people, whose goofy moves make me laugh so much that I think I might throw up. Everyone is cool, but everyone is kind to me in a way that makes me think that they believe I am cool too, and none of them has even thought to question it. I like this place, I like the version of me that these people are meeting tonight, and think about how if I could erase all of my history, and everybody’s memory of who I used to be, I’d probably be this cool, laidback girl all of the time.

“It’s so interesting that you’re an illustrator.” The American girl dressed as Cher says as she spins me around on the floor to Season of the Witch. “I should follow you on Instagram. Do you share your work on there?”

“Yes!” I say, and explain to her about how I’m doing my first mural, and how I’ve done window art and cards for a while now. It’s all on my page, and when she nods along with interest I really believe that she cares, she wants to know, and she isn’t just pretending to. As soon as I walk away to get another drink I get a notification that she’s followed me. When I enter the kitchen to find Claire I spot her giggling with Jonas. He says something to her that makes her snort and thump him in the arm, and I kind of feel like I shouldn’t be witnessing them. If they’re flirting with each other, I’m not sure I want to deal with it now. The concept of her having eyes for anybody but Shane is depressing to me. In the corner of the room Jude and Astrid are still talking, but neither of them looks particularly pleased about it. I find myself thinking about what Jen said about her, and how she’s never been any fun, and as I watch them for a brief moment I consider whether Jude is any fun around her either. They look far too intense for that, huddled like that with drooping shoulders and miserable expressions like they’re gathering for a friend’s untimely death rather than his fabulous birthday party. I just take another beer and wander away.

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demon head x tuntematon sotilas (+ viehe)

harvemmin tulee mitään tekstipostauksia tehtyä, mutta nyt on sen verran ravisteleva juttu että pakko jakaa. @karivuoto:n ideasta inspiroituneena perkasin läpi demon headin tuotannon ja sovitin sitä tuntemattomaan ja samalla meidän omiin poikiin viertoon ja hellströmiin (viehe, helvi).

omat lempilapseni 2 ensimmäistä albumia kävin läpi tarkemmin, mutta 3. ja 4. oli hankalempia koska a) hellfire ocean voidiin ei löydy lyriikoita ja b) viscera on jääny vähemmälle kuuntelulle tyylinsä takia. singleistä rivers of mars ja the resistance poimin vaan ensimmäisen, koska se on paljon tutumpi. kappaleet etenee järjestyksessä myös niillä albumeilla, joista en ottanu mukaan jokaista.

vaikka demon headin sanotuksissa on paljon okkultismiteemaa, niin iso osa tuotannosta on silti tosi osuvaa koska liikutaan pohjoisissa metsissä kuoleman rajamailla ja kohdataan/koetaan selittämättömiä asioita, yleensä hirveyksiä.

mainittakoon myös, että musiikkia on kuunneltu nimenomaan tuntematon ja viehe etusijalla, eikä kappaleita ole kytketty todellisiin jatkosodan tapahtumiin (vaikka vääjäämättähän siinä miljöössä liikutaan... silti keskiössä on fiktiiviset henkilöt, niiden ympärille rakentuvat tapahtumat ja näistä heräävät ajatukset sekä tunteet. joita on paljon)

potkin ja huudan

thunder on the fields / ride the wilderness

thunder on the fields:

kariluoto: menneskeæderen een gang brændt viger du ikke fra ilden

hellström: we are burning it's a long damned path / but I know it's right for me

salo, sihvonen: thunder on the fields they gather around to fear / and worship what they do not understand

vierto/laatta: older now older now, this world is old / and I can't remember your face at all

rokka sihvosen silmin: hic svnt dracones they'll keep on trying to cage me, but I / I wasn't born to follow

järjettömyys, päämääränä kalmistot: gallow's omen cadaverous people, bleak / drought, famine and pestilence

viehe: untune the sky when I am obsolete and all is through / will I think of nothingness / or will I think of you

ride the wilderness:

traagiset, lehto: undertaker your eyes are frightened and you don't understand / that you can do nothing only I can

lammio: winterland the great white fields are beautiful at night / but their warriors are ready to fight

haavoittuminen (honkajoki, vanhala, hellström): revelations of april they gave me a panorama of the universe / but I think that it only exists in me

määttä eksyy/pitkät marssit/luonnossa selviytyminen: ride the wilderness easy to know, but hard to understand / how a beautiful landscape can hold such malignancy

lahtinen (ja viehe): book of changes the fortune that we had / never gave for a place in the sun

lehto jos se olis selvinny pidemmälle: demon head used to feel so sick and alone / a warm touch would chill me to the bone

lammion isä: the greatest lie the greatest lie he told / is that this is how things should be

traagiset, riitaoja: worthless time stands still when you are here and I'm going blind / it's been too long but soon I'll hear your voice / that binds me

rivers of mars / hellfire ocean void / viscera

muut:

kotilainen: rivers of mars you're as good as dead / so there's no time to waste

mielonen kaarnan kaatumisen jälkeen: the night is yours turn away from the sun / when life denies you light

vierto: in the hour of the wolf in the hour of the wolf / we can be as we desire

koskela: death's solitude why are my children followed by darkess / jaws that bite and claws that cut

koskela kaatuu: tooth and nail a punishment so cold / for a price so low

kaarna: magical death devastate, chant, the bullet is divine / conqueror of the new becometh victor

asemasota, kirkas pakkasyö: the lupine choir [instrumental]

määttä, lahtinen kaatunut: a long, groaning descent [instrumental]

perääntymisvaihe: in adamantine chains this rain / these chains / my hands are tied / I can only bear witness

viehe (ja laatta?): wreath [instrumental]

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╰ ⋆ 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ଓ.° ╮

𓄹 ⌗ 005. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ take the l bitch

CONTENT. suggestive & profanity

004 | MASTERLIST | 006

⠀⠀⠀⠀“alright, everyone get ready to be called out and make sure to take your ear pieces off. it might distract you if it’s translating the music.” mae announced to her team, slightly yelling due to the sound of the crowd blasting all their cheers to their football team. but who could blame them? the football team was in the lead by two-zero, the audience was sure the players were going to end the game without a single point for their opponent.

“they’re pretty handy though.” kuneda shohei had placed his ear pieces in its case, his hearing open to all sorts of languages that he once understood turned into mush in his brain. he stuff the case into his pockets. sarumi kiyuri had nodded with his statement, doing the same thing as she quickly fixes her outfit.

“yeah but it translating to your language would mess up the timing of specific lyrics.” mae points out to her two vice-captains, her on the ground as she ties her shoelaces so it’s secure and tight on her feet.

“touché.” her two vice-captains glance at each other, nodding their head in agreement to her facts. she wasn’t wrong, a mistranslation could cause them a beat and mess up their dancers. so the decision of taking it off was quite a smart move.

“technology’s great and all, but for music you don’t have to understand to enjoy it.” mae stands up straight as her fingers quickly take off the pieces from her ears as the sounds of cheers switch from japanese to multiple other languages. it wasn’t the first she heard such loud enthusiasts, in fact it was quite the norm to hear a language barrier yet despite it it lures people into their respective passions even if you don’t understand it.

quickly her ears pick up in a specific mother tongue of hers— german. peeking her interest she turns her to face the direction of the voice, looking behind her to the football players of her school returning to the benches for mid game. though it were a mix of german and japanese, she couldn’t help but listen in to what the conversation was about.

“deutsch?” she approaches the trio that seemed to have not been seeing eye to eye, a black haired male that seemed to be japanese, a taller blonde boy with blue tips and a deep auburn stranded boy beside him— which mae had figured out were the germans. her appearance catches them off guard, eyes shooting towards her direction as the blonde scans her figure with his sky-like eyes.

“ja…” michael kaiser trails on, looking at the rather baggy grey sweatpants and white shirt that was tied to become a crop. mae’s outfit was identical to every other female dance, while the guys had a tank top, but something about her stood out to kaiser.

“woah, du kannst es auch reden?” ( woah, you can talk it to? ) the alexis ness is astounded by mae, soon realizing how she wasn’t even wearing the ear pieces given by the university to help translate languages between students. the girl brushed her midnight strands of hair behind her ear giving a small nod at his words. her iris hues glancing between the array of eyes, “ja, was war das problem?” ( yeah, what’s the problem? )

“er versteht uns nicht.” ( he doesn’t understand us ) kaiser stares a bit at her, seeing her was new to him— in fact he’s convinced that it was the first of their encounter ever. kaiser would’ve noticed someone as entrancing as her if they passed by each other. mae could feel the stare that kaiser was giving her, and she tries her best to ignore it though piercing.

she says to isagi yoichi in japanese, “why can’t you understand them?” the football player slightly thrown off when mae easily switches languages like that, especially when it’s the first they met. to say that he was impressed is an understatement— he’s even thankful she’s there to help with the language barrier before he could probably throw a punch to kaiser’s face. “i lost my earpieces during the game.”

“you should’ve said that in the beginning, yoichi.” that was all kaiser had to hear, he sighed with a rather devious signature grin following suit. though the language barrier didn’t help isagi, he had a feeling that it wasn’t anything nice either. “i don’t get what you’re saying but i feel like you’re bitchin’ me.”

“ladies and gentlemen! introducing the dance team!”

“everyone out, get into positions!” now mae was speaking in fluent english? every second that kaiser is with her the more he’s interested and dragged into the fascination of the one and only aoki mae. she digs into her pocket and reached out to grab isagi’s hand before placing her own pair of ear pieces into his palm. “take mine. see you around.”

though the clear remarks of people booing and telling the team to leave, mae still turns on her heels and immediately the moment she stepped on the field the atmosphere changed around her as the entire stadium started to get entranced by her figure alone. the huge big screen at the top shows the confidence and presence just in her walk alone to silence the negativity of onlookers.

the moment the music started is when the reputation of one of the worse dance teams became the envy of japan.

people were screaming left and right, many were even speechless at such a performance all created by one individual. just the way that mae moves her body was a sight to see, in fact the footballers were all instructed to head into the locker room to quickly take a break but even their bodies couldn’t help but stop to watch the dance team mae had created— especially kaiser.

aoki mae that night was definitely deemed as japan’s true glory.

as the very last beat played, mae was broadcasted nation-wide with her face the main feature of the audience's screens. all the words that doubted her team’s ability were out the window the moment she stepped foot on a stage she alone created, and she truly ruled the story which she called music. kaiser’s jaw gaped at the sight of her performance, how her chest went up and down suddenly trying to catch her breath with that same fierce look on her face; he wants more.

“didn’t you look pretty huh?” kaiser’s words are spoken in german, but that wasn't much difficulty for mae to comprehend. mae who had went to leave last, being congratulated and thanked by many of her fellow dancers stops and nods at kaiser, giving him a small smile. “thanks.”

“i like you, how about we stay in touch?”

“yeah, no. i’m good.”

many football players and even a few of the audience watch the interaction go down, baffled to witness mae's straightforward response that ultimately left kaiser in his spot. it took a bit for him to realize it, but was this the first? certainly.

“did kaiser… just get rejected?” ness and a few others were at a loss for words when they see mae's figure disappearing into the exit along with her group members. it was a shock to kaiser as well, she didn't even think about it!

“take the l bitch.” izumi grins at kaiser, one where he wanted to slap the look off her face as she directed an 'L' figure with her hands at him.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ! ⠀⠀⠀⠀￫ the team performed this dance.

⠀⠀⠀⠀￫ despite being older than izumi, isagi yoichi is a bit intimidated by her wealth and casualness.

⠀⠀⠀⠀￫ mae made the team learn the choreography within three months.

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