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redbullgirly · 3 months

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hi hi can i request a max verstappen x footballer smau but she plays for real madrid femenino and we know max is an fcb supporter (also for the sake of the smau, real madrid femenino can be just as good as barcelona femeni) and everyone going crazy when she just takes him to an award ceremony as her plus-one. no soft launch no hard launch and everyone including the grid and christian horner and madristas and everyone is shocked

MADRIDISTAS [MV1/33]

Max Verstappen x footballer!RealMadridFemenino!reader

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Summary: Y/N is one of the biggest rising stars in women's football, playing for Real Madrid Femenino. When she's nominated by Women's Football Awards for the Player of the Year, the last thing anybody would expect is her plus one to the ceremony being Formula One driver, Max Verstappen. Not only is he the World Champion himself, but most importantly, Max is a known FC Barcelona fan. Talk about making friends with the enemy...

Warnings: I have very limited knowledge of football, so everything in this story is based on my quick research. If you're a fan, please don't come for me! Though any advice would be much appreciated, because I have more football requests in my inbox XD.

Author's Note: Hi Anon, thanks for the request! I have to say it was quite challenging for me at the start, because I don't know many things about football, but at the end it turned out fun and good. Hope you like what I did with this social media au! :)

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yourusername And it's a wrap!🥈⚽️ Thank you to the whole team for another amazing year, we fought hard and we will continue to fight for the Champions League title next year as 2023/24 runners-up. Hala Madrid!✨🇪🇸

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user1 Love the way you play!

realmadridfem Hala Madrid!💪🏆

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yourusername 💯

user2 💥💥💥

user3 Vamosssss

user4 GO GIRLLL🤩🤩🤩🤩

user5 you really deserved to win the finale, the referee was totally biased agains you!!!

user6 Yeah, even as a FC Barcelona fan I didn't think it was fair🙈

martagarcialopez19 amazing Y/N! 🫶

yourusername Thank youuu!💖

user7 wait does y/n know some people from motosport???

user8 No I think it's just girls supporting girls in sports dominated by men tbh ☺️

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user7 oh yeah that makes sense

user9 Buen trabajo que equipo tan bueno con todas y en lo personal muy guapa [Good job, what a great team with everyone and personally very pretty.]

marisabel_rguez The dream team 🙌

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yourusername Yessss

user10 HALA MADRID 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

user11 literally the prettiest soccer player I ever saw😻

user12 you mean FOOTBALL?!😂🧐

user11 sry i'm american so i'm used to saying soccer

user12 well that's WRONG girly😂

user13 Princess

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yourusername Short stop back home in Monaco before flying to London for Women's Football Awards and my nomination for Player of the Year 🤞🌷

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user1 so pretty

maitetxuu_10 The nails Y/N 🤩

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yourusername Not better than yours though 😚

user2 i don't watch football but maybe i should start bc of you

user3 Wow you're such a cutie 😍❤️

charlottesiine great work out together!

yourusername Agreed! We should definetly hit the gym together more often 😂

user4 omg wait how do they know each other?? didn't expect y/n y/l/n to be friends with ex-wags??

user5 Idk but they both live in Monaco so it's easy to know basically everyone who's your age there xdd

yourusername True user5, they don't tell you how small the country actually is 😭

user6 SHE IS MY ROLE MODEL EVERYBODY

user7 👏👏👏👏🔥🔥

lucybrozne Seems like the Monaco sun suits you 😁☀️

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yourusername Oh thanks Lucy! 🫶

lucybrozne 🫶

user8 i love that despite fcb beating madrid they're still friends outside of the field🥺

user9 WOW you should be a model

user10 So sad your talents aren’t being fully appreciated in Madrid.

user11 oh c'mmon she probably wouldn't play for them if she felt unappreciated 🙄

user12 but tbh I think she should be the captain.... like she's literally the best player of them all BY FAR

user13 Nah I don't like her. Hope she'll never be a captain🤮

user12 then go away? lol

user13 damnn the 3rd picture did some unholy things to me 😩

user14 right?! I don't think I'm straight anymore🫣

user15 I have no idea who she is but let me tell you she's gorgeous

user16 ✨✨✨👑🎀🌹

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messages between Max and Christian Horner & Max and Carlos Sainz

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yourusername Turning him into Madridista duh.

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maxverstappen1 Y/N I love you... but that's never happening ❤️

yourusername Liar! You complained for a week straight about how that referee in the finals wasn't fair and we should have won agains Barcelona! 😘

carlossainz55 hahaaa mate she got you😂

maxverstappen1 😒

user1 OMGGG we converted him on our side!!!

user2 A sad day to be a FC Barcelona supporter and F1 fan😓

user3 A happy day for Madridistas!😍

user4 damn I may have to start watching football

martagarcialopez19 you're glowing! also thanks god now I don't have to keep the secret anymore xd

yourusername Love ya! 🫶

user5 The IT WAG

user6 can we take a moment to appreciate how cute maxie looks here?🥹

realmadridfem You go girl! Convert new fans!🤩💪

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user7 I'm still shocked by this whole thing 😹

user8 you're not the only one lol

user9 the second picture????

user10 Max is so lucky man🥵

marisabel_rquez ¡La pareja poderosa!😍 [The power couple!😍]

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user11 this post murdered me and dragged me all over slaycity with how much it served 🤭

user12 exactly! her and max are so hot and pretty

user13 🤍😍💯🥳 Hala Madrid!!!

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maxverstappen1 My girl ❤️⚽️

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading the whole thing! I'll appreciate likes, reblogs, follows and comments, or any other way of support. Let me know what you think about this pairing and please tell me if there are any football errors, because I have another request about footballer!reader waiting for me. Have a great day! :)

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moronkombat · 6 months

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Straight to it, Bi Han finds his wife dead 😘🥰😍

tw: character death, afab pronouns used

god this ask is blessed

Wind blows lightly, the breeze is warm and pleasant. Loose strands of pure ebony wisp past the curve of a cheek bone while eyes just as dark look to a gathering of flowers so perfectly planted. Bi-Han watches as petals fall limp and wrinkled, flora beginning the end of its life. There's a hand holding his, so much smaller than his own, yet the weight heavier than any mountain.

He hears her speaking and notices her adoring smile. She is beautiful, really, a grand masterpiece of humanity's kindness. Bi-Han loves her more than he can love anything else. She knows this, he never has to say it. He need only look upon her and his heart shines through his gaze.

They stood together in their garden as they always did before Bi-Han had to go. This their own little sanctuary where time stops. They should have never left that place.

Heart pounds in his chest, legs carry him faster and faster. Blood has spattered and drenched him while he runs through hallways that seem almost endless. It wasn't supposed to be like this. This meant to be between him and the Tengu and yet they have pulled that which is most precious to Bi-Han in its horrible grasp.

Ice continues to pierce those who stand in his way and the blood is so heavy upon his skin. He cannot stop, he must find her. Bi-Han knows the Tengu have her, they had told him as much. Their bodies are ripped and torn as the frantic man searches for his kidnapped wife.

The corpses have led him to some place dark but her light still shines through. There she stands, held by hands Bi-Han wishes to slice. Her eyes...she is terrified. She quivers and shakes while tears dirty her face. Bi-Han rages, an internal war erupts. Beast like eyes stare at the one who holds her from him and fingers twitch and become frigid.

"I'll kill you..." Bi-Han rasps through his bloodstained mask and everything within him begins to shake.

The Tengu looks at him, unafraid and resilient. He hums something that Bi-Han doesn't catch before eyes begin to crinkle into a smile.

"I know." He says. "But I will destroy you."

No! Bi-Han lunges forward, the ice that runs in his veins manifesting into life. Life really is a fickle thing. Blades catch the dimmed light of the room and beam with the strength of the sun. Sharpened and refined metal cuts through the air before it embraces flesh. Ribs begin to crack, blood begins to pour and her shriek lasts only but a moment before lungs are lacerated by a Tengu's wrath.

Blood flies through the air and paints a man most terrified. Droplets of her warm and scalding blood find themselves colliding onto Bi-Han's cheek as he reaches forward for her. Eyes widen while hers begin to fade dim. There's a scream. One inhuman and broken apart. As she falls, ice cuts through her attacker's throat and a life is ended.

Before that wretched Tengu body and even hit the floor, Bi-Han is cradling his dear wife who gasps and writhes in pain. His eyes look over her, blood is pooling from her wound even as his hands attempt to stop it.

"No, no, no, no-" Bi-Han panics, cold hands covered in burning crimson as a palm lays against her chest. "It's going to be alright, it's going to be okay-"

She knows he is lying but her words cannot form. Too trapped by the gasps for breath and cries of pain. Her blood is spilling faster now, it falls from her lips and runs down her chin like a flowing stream. The visage of him begins to blur until there is nothing but an obscured void.

"Stay with me now...!" his words all she has left to cling to but even they begin to echo and fade.

Her gasps, her pained whines...they are gone now. She is gone. An empty body is left in her place, limp and heavy. Bi-Han's eyes dart around her, a hand coated in red cups her cheek. He called out her name but she merely stares back at him with hazy eyes and bloody lips. Bi-Han's trembling body now crumbles apart and he cradles her just as he did when they were alone in that very special garden. The garden they never should have departed from.

He cries, he wails, begging her to speak to him, to hold him like she always did. She cannot, her body no better than the corpses he left behind. There's hurried clatter, the sound of footsteps approaching. Two younger brothers stand in the doorway, staring at the sight they should have never seen.

They stand together, Tomas and Kuai Liang looking at each other. Both are unsure of what to say as they watch their eldest brother sob and hold onto an empty husk of what was once the love of his life.

Bi-Han's mind is lost to him. He begs and pleads for her to awaken; he screams in the agony of pure destruction. The one he cries for cannot hear him. The wind blows lightly, the breeze cold and haunting.

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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could i please request an az x reader, reader used to be an assassin and a ruthless contract killer. she turned her life around and is a trusted war strategist for the inner circle. although she doesn’t kill if she doesn’t have to, reader still gets urges and can be riled up by people who annoys her. Azriel knows how much she represses her murderous side and wants her to blow of some steam.

He creates a little game where he releases some prisoners/traitors/criminals from his dungeon, that he was planning on torturing, into the woods and if reader catches she gets to torture them with him.

couple who tortures together stays together 😍

The Game

Azriel x dark!reader

A/n: I’m loving the dark requests I’ve been getting they’ve been so interesting to write, thanks anon!

Warnings: dark reader, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of torture

In the middle of the High Lords meeting you couldn’t take it anymore. Your jaw was sore from clenching it too hard. Your gums hurting from grinding your teeth down. Tamlin and Beron were fighting loudly and you had the urge to remove ones head and the other’s tongue. You had to get out or your violent tendencies would come out and you weren’t interested in being thrown in prison today.

You stood abruptly from the table and left without saying a word. The High Lords didn’t quit their bickering but you felt a few pairs of eyes on your back. You didn’t know how far you had walked from the room. All that matters was it was silent, just your breathing and heartbeat reaching your ears.

Moments later you heard Azriel’s footsteps. He would never make himself known, but in this case he didn’t want to piss you off more. Azriel stood in front of you, his shadows swirling around the both of you to give you some privacy.

“I didn’t want to kill them.” You said flatly. A smirk pulled the corner of Azriel’s lips. “I figured.” A moment of silence passed between you two. You rolled out your neck to release some tension. “Did you just start getting the urge today, or for a few days?” You shake your head, “Just during the meeting.” Azriel nodded silently.

“We can play the game tonight if you want.” You looked at your beloved boyfriend with a devilish grin. All teeth and cold. “Sounds perfect.”

———

As the last of the sun disappeared you stood at the edge of the woods waiting for Azriel. You double and triple checked your daggers, sword, and your compact crossbow. The compact wasn’t your most lethal weapon, but the people you hunted didn’t know that. Plus it was cute.

Behind you, you heard the sounds of muffled struggling as Azriel dragged one of his latest prisoners beside him. “It’ll be good chase. He fought me getting out of his cell.” You clicked your tongue at him. “I hope you didn’t bang him up too badly. That takes the fun out of it for me.”

Azriel held the male by the scruff of his neck, a black bag still over his head. The male was panicking, twisting his head around as if he could see his surroundings. “His crimes?” That was part of the game Azriel made for you.

When you had the urge to go back to your old ways, thanks to having been brainwashed as a child, Azriel let you hunt down prisoners who were going to be put to death or deserved it. “Treason, against out high lord and lady. He had plans to take Lady Night, like he could, and deliver her to the middle.” You shook your head at the male.

“That’s what I want to know,” Azriel continued, “put the fear of the Mother into him. And maybe he’ll cooperate.” The male was visibly shaking. He was trying to plead with Azriel. The words incoherent thanks to the gag in his mouth.

“Your head start begins now.” At that you booked it into the trees, finding a place the hide out until the male eventually came running this way. They we’re all so predictable. None of these criminals ever gave you a real fight. Yes they’d run and run but that was utterly boring. You wanted at least one to try and hit you. It would give you a reason to never stop hitting them.

Minutes passed as you sat still tucked away between two thick trees whose trunks were almost touching. Finally you heard the males pathetic panting breathes. His heavy footsteps thundering against the forest floor.

The male stopped in front of your hiding spot as he whipped his head around. His eyes wild as he tried to take in his entire surrounding. Silently, you drew the compact crossbow, nocking an arrow. Aiming at his head you let it fly. The small arrow nicked the males ear finding home in the tree next to him.

He let out a small scream and started to run further into the woods. Rolling your eyes, you stood and followed at a break neck speed. You drew two daggers as you caught up to him.

You threw the first one, aiming for the middle of his calf. The dagger stuck and the male feel to the ground wailing in pain. He only stopped a moment. Gripping at his leg and crawling away.

You had to give him credit, he was the most determined to get away from you. You walked lazily toward the whimpering male. Tossing your dagger in the air and catching it by the handle. “Are you going to get up? Because this is pathetic.” You drawled. “Fuck off bitch!”

“Oohhh creative.” You were getting bored. You wanted to get to the good part but you were still figuring out how you wanted to end this. He reached out his hand to pull himself forward again. There was your mark. Standing over him you flung the dagger down so it would go right through the middle of his hand.

The male screamed out in pain. He stopped moving so you rested your black-booted foot between his shoulder blades. You whistled for Azriel. Signaling the game was over.

Azriel dove through the canopy of trees, landing with a loud thud that shook the surrounding trees. Azriel smiled at you, “Good. He’ll still be able to speak.” You pressed down on the males back and he let out another sound of pain. Azriel picked him up and winnowed the three of you to the dungeon.

You watched, leaning against one of the damp stone walls while Azriel chained the male to a chair in the middle of the dark room. “Do you want to go first or should I?” Azriel asked you over his shoulder. You nodded signaling Azriel start the process of retrieving information first.

You would get the information out of the male. You could see it in his eyes. His resolve was crumbling. You and Azriel were just the pair to crush him completely.

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sucka4pain · 1 year

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𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!❣︎

haikyuu men with a thicc!s/o

Bokuto Koutarō, Aran Ojiro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Tsukishima Kei

Includes: Ass slapping, sloppy make outs, mentions of sex, sexual tensions, possessiveness, and dirty talk

Probably went a little overboard with Ushijima and Aran but can’t blame me🤭

Pronouns aren’t really mentioned

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Bokuto Koutarō

The PERFECT COUPLE!!

Nothing is better a couple who both have CAKE

He likes to play with your ass. LIKE DRUMS. Not THAT way…

He likes to slap it while you are laying on your stomach.

Even tells you to play with his😭

“Come on Y/n! It’s actually fun!!” “Kou, I’m not gonna mess around with your ass😑” “please?🥺” “…Fine”

Now he’s happy.

Okay but like when he FIRST slapped your ass, he was FLABBERGASTED!

Bro was shocked by the recoil on that thang

When you guys are fucking he ALWAYS has to do back shots first.

Him seeing your ass bounce back on his dick as he breaks your back just gives him heart eyes.

100% has his hands on your ass at ALL times!

Even when making out especially

If you two are out walking and you have on jeans, he has his hand in one of your back pockets.

Aran Ojiro

Ugh black KING😫

He’s an ass man it’s the truth

HE HITS IT FROM THE BACK EVERY TIME!🗣️

Your with your friends in a party and your twerking? He is RIGHT behind you catching it.

“Damn Babe, did your ass get fatter or what?🥴” “It’s the same as always babe😂” “Definitely hitting it from the back again tonight..” “Oh hell nah! You nearly broke my back last time!😭” “Baby that ain’t my fault you walking around with THAT behind you😍”

He is a SUCKERRRRRR for you in jeans

You know damn well he is gonna be staring

Always gives your ass a slap before going in a game or even practice

He does it to kinda embarrass you but he calls it his ‘Good luck charm’

Sloppy make out sessions on his bed with you on his lap. His hands placed on your ass, squeezing and rubbing the soft surface as your arms are wrapped around his neck. Pulling him closer into the kiss making it even messier.

“You wanna fuck?” “Aran No!!” CAN NOT have a make out session without you guys fucking afterwards.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Lets be honest here

He stares with NO shame!

When walking together in public he’s always behind you

He doesn’t want anyone to stare at what’s his

Another one that was flabbergasted when he saw the recoil.

Short scenario:

You and your friends are having fun at a club. Ushijima and his team are chilling and talking. They hear cheers and look over to see you twerking on your friend, having a good ass time. NOW you at the time has TIGHT ass jeans. He blushed a little and his jaw dropped seeing how smooth and effortlessly you where doing it. You where barely moving and yet it was jiggling.

Hugs you from behind just to feel your ass rub against his crotch

As lewd as he thinks it is, he can’t help it

Don’t matter where or what time he is STARING!!

Your cooking and your back is facing towards him? He’s looking

You walk past him to leave and hang out with friends? He’s LOOKING (and tried to sneakily take a picture but fails cause his flash was on)

Even during practice he is staring!

“Wakatoshi quit staring at Y/n and focus on practice!!” Coach yelled and he nods going back to practice.

Tsukishima Kei

Ohohohoho lord…

Every second he gets, he’s slapping that ass

“Oh sorry Y/n, there was a bug on you~” “Mother fucker touch my ass again.” Guess what. He touches it.

Which resulted to him getting kicked where the sun don’t shine!

Looks like someone won’t be having kids!!

Jokes aside, he is VERY possessive

Gets mad at anyone and anything for looking.

Even if a kid just looks at you he’s gonna be like “What are you staring at?”

Like bro chill it’s a kid 💀

Loves to fuck you doggy style in front of a mirror and makes you watch.

“Look at that baby, you like getting pounded like this hm? Such a dirty little slut you are.”

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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Hello, if your taking requests at the moments I have one that I’d love to see though it may be a little difficult!

Gavi and the reader (an actor) are dating but are in different counties due to the reader going aboard to film a new show! The young couple decide to go on an Instagram live together to hang out & a lot of fans join!

Hello and welcome to a new series I’m calling “boot on the bus”, where I see how much I can write of an ask on my bus ride home. Whatever state it is at at the end of my ride, I post! (Also so sorry to this anon who sent me this req literally months ago)

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[incoming call]: pablito ❤️😡

“Hello?”

“Amor!! Finally!!”

“Pablo, why are you making an international call right now?”

“I can afford it. You have three seconds to explain to me why you haven’t been answering a single one of my FaceTime calls. I’ve been worried and, more importantly, bored out of my mind!”

You laughed lightly and relaxed back into the plush cushions of the hotel couch. You had forgotten that the last time you were out of Spain for filming was before you had met Gavi. Being on a successful HBO original came with a lot of perks, but also a lot of pain, both physical and emotional. You had joined the royal drama “Heavenly Bodies” in the middle of its first season, instantly being thrown into a love triangle between the two male leads. Viewers ate it up, creating theories and art (and ofc fan fiction) about you and your costars, foaming at the mouth to know what would happen next. The high demand lead to your current situation, where you were cooling off in a high hotel room overlooking Dubai, listening to your boyfriends complaints 2 months earlier than scheduled.

“I haven’t gotten any of them, Pablito. FaceTime is blocked here.”

You heard a loud scoff over the phone.

“If you are too busy to talk just say that, princesa. How could FaceTime be blocked in Dubai? That makes no sense!”

“Google it.” You retorted, laying back on the couch and cracking open a cold soda. You heard yells of “Ale! Google this for me!”, followed by a long pause.

“Oh wow. It is blocked.”

“See!” You yelled into the receiver, causing Gavi to complain about his sensitive eardrums. You sat back down, continuing what would probably be a very expensive phone call with your boyfriend. As you two talked, he sighed loudly, and you heard his body hit the couch.

“I miss seeing your face, princesa. Don’t get me wrong I love the sound of your voice, but it’s just different. Is there no way we can video call?”

You could basically hear the pout and puppy dog eyes in Gavi’s voice, and it made your heart swell. He was so enamored by you, so taken by the way you looked and spoke and laugh, that all he wanted was to once again cup your face in his hands and pull you in close enough to share his breathing space.

“Well, we could always just go on live together.”

“Huh?”

“Like do a live stream. On instagram or something. We would both be calling but there would just be other people there.”

Gavi paused once again, playing around with the idea in his mind.

“But what if I… want to say “not appropriate in front of people” stuff?”

“That’s what Snapchat is for.”

His laugh resounded through the phone, and you couldn’t help the large smile that squinted your eyes and filled out your cheeks.

“Okay, Vamos, let’s do it.”

You got onto instagram and started a live, inviting Gavi to join. Every one of your 10.5 million followers who has their notifications on started to pour in, the messages of “I love you 😍” and “hi from Brazil 🇧🇷” flying at unreadable speeds. Gavi’s end connected a second later, and the fans went mental. Gavi was beaming like the sun when the line connected, finally able to see your face again.

“Hello again, Amor. I missed that pretty smile.”

Your fans and Gavi’s were now in the chat trying to prevent a mass cardiac arrest incident.

Ynbiggestfan: MOTHERRRRR AND FATHERRR

gavi3096: nobody let Madrid see this they’ll know how to make him soft

Ynandgavicloset2: the way he calls her amor time to take a nap on an electrical wire in the rain

You weren’t reading any of it thought. You were staring at Gavi who was staring at you, the two of you making idle conversation about your trip and your show and his upcoming matches. He looked at you with so much love and affection that it made you blush, turning you into a much more shy and cuddly mess than people were used to. The sexy and strong power couple were now just a bunch of teenagers giggling and kicking their feet on instagram live. A strand of hair fell in your face, and Gavi reached out to his phone before remembering he couldn’t sweep it from your eyes on a different continent.

“Princesa, from now on, no filming on location unless I can come.”

“Why Pablito? Can’t live without me?” You teased, expecting a sharp reaction.

“Correct. Im literally itching and shaking from withdrawal. I love you and miss you come back faster.”

The chat got so overwhelmed they crashed the live.

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Hey guys! Hope y’all enjoyed this little imagine. Ik not everybody wants super long works, but I don’t know how to write fast or short so then things sit in my inbox forever. So here’s to length variation!! Love y’all, time to take a nap.

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maple-the-awesome · 1 year

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Prettiest One In The Room || Part 2/2

Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 4,488

Overview: After being the victim of cruel remarks and snide laughter from others, you decide to take your husband's generous offer in proving just how much he loves his new wife. Warning: Smut, +18, oral (fem. receiving), gentle dom!Peter, sub!Reader, virgin!Reader, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, hint of overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, husband kink (because Peter loves being married to you😉), some dirty talk (but mostly praise because Peter worships you😍).

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PART ONE

You would shiver at the feeling of the cold marble counter brushing against your exposed thigh, however you're a little too distracted by Peter attacking your neck to complain. Addicted to the soft touch of your skin against his lips, he presses a trail of kisses as far north as your jaw and as far south as your collarbone, each as messy and wet as the last. Sometimes he hits the same place twice before finally deciding to give into temptation and nip you there; never enough to draw blood nor hurt, but plenty to make you whimper in anticipation. This is only the beginning after all.

You can feel Peter's calloused hands dust over your curves as they slide back downwards to your legs. After spreading them apart, he shamelessly positions himself in between which allows him better access directly to you. Personal space is further reduced by guiding your legs around his waist while his arms snake around your torso, pulling you chest-to-chest where he can successfully tower over you. This forces you to keep your head cranked backwards especially when his lips finally meet yours.

You're not sure what's more surprising: his clear desire for his wife that he's amazingly kept hidden until now or the fact that he's somehow deaf to the rapid pounding of her heart. It's almost nauseating paired alongside your wavering nerves and wild thoughts that all seem so out of place. You planned for this. You want this especially after finally laying to rest your worries of being a shame to your husband...So why do you feel so anxious right now?

"...Princess?" Peter only barely pulls away, his breath still warm against yours.

You give a hum for it's all you can muster.

"Do you not want this? I've told you time and time again: I won't be mad if you don't, but I'm not a mind reader, love. You have to be honest with me-" Crap, he isn't deaf after all.

"-I don't know what to do with my hands," you blurt pathetically, cheeks feeling as hot as the sun while you refuse to meet his eyes.

It's true. Your trembling hands have been clenching the edge of the counter in an iron grip, too busy debating their possible options to actually commit to one. Should you be hugging him back? Running your fingers through his slicked back hair? Maybe move them lower down his body until-

-A deep chuckle rumbles in Peter's chest, muffling itself against another quick kiss," this isn't a test, sweetheart, and don't you dare worry about me. Just do whatever makes you feel right."

Giving it some more thought paired with his encouraging words, you finally move your arms around him, wrapping them delicately over his shoulders where your fingertips can be tickled against the longer hair at the back of his head. Your bashful smile melts against his when he resumes work, this time biting your lower lip until you open your mouth only a crack. You soon open much wider however, when his tongue forces its way inside.

Dizzy from this deep kiss, your attention is only stolen away by the feeling of your dress being rolled up. All night you've been tugging at its ends trying to keep it from riding up too far yet here you are now, eagerly shifting your weight to help Peter swiftly move it upwards until exposing your full lower half.

You're taken aback by the animalistic growl he gives once looking you over, a sound that affects you in an almost embarrassing way that goes directly to your core. He has no guilt in staring, in fact he even goes as far as to lick his lips while plucking at the band of your new black lingerie," have you been hiding these pretty things the whole night, princess? 'makes me think someone was planning this, hmm?"

He must've truly been joking again, because you notice a very brief flash of surprise in his eyes when you look away shyly. Of course, it's gone by the time he blinks and replaced by a mischievous glimmer instead as he twiddles the ribbon against his finger, leaning towards you closer with a whispered voice that tickles your ear," usually I don't appreciate anyone being one step ahead of me, but for you, my sweet princess...I'm willing to make an exception."

Both of Peter's hands grasp your hips, giving them a squeeze as he pecks your lips before promptly moving along your jawline towards more important places," tell me, did you pick these out specifically for me?"

You hum your reply, each featherlight kiss leading down to the very crook of your neck.

"I bet you spent hours trying to find the perfect match. Which hug your figure best..."

You whimper when his large hands cup your ass as a perfect fit. His wedding ring is cold to the touch and judging on his grip, you wouldn't doubt a temporary imprint or two of it against your soft skin.

"...Which would make me hard for you..."

You bite your lip as you feel one of his hands move too slowly to reach your inner thigh, tracing a line from just above your knee up to the very place you can't wait to have him at.

"...Which would feel like utter heaven to wear while I shower you in all my love..."

You finally give a moan as Peter suddenly sucks the most sensitive skin of your neck harshly.

"Which you'll never be able to so much as look at again without remembering the time I tore into you, my beloved wife; the prettiest woman to ever live."

"P-Peter, you're going to leave marks," you warn, your concern overshadowed by pleasure as your husband continues to ignore your statement, deciding to fulfill it instead by giving you another suck slightly higher.

"That's the plan. 'have to set it straight with everyone else out there: you're mine and I have no shame in worshiping you."

It'll be impossible to hide all the marks Peter decorates you in right now, but maybe that's not a bad thing. While your cheeks burn with heat, there's a candle of excitement within your chest at the thought of leaving this bathroom arm-in-arm with your husband, covered in his lovely hickeys while wearing a smug smile upon your smeared lips. No one will be able to deny it then: you're his and he'd never have it any other way.

Peter's hands move again, only barely grazing over your upper thighs where they hesitate so that his fingers may pluck gently at the band of your lingerie.

"May I?"

It feels like a dream to have Peter push you further back onto the counter after you nod, removing your legs from his waist and placing them in a bent position over his shoulders once he kneels down. You must've been holding your breath for it, watching intensely as he carefully pulls off your panties to leave your bottom half completely exposed to him and only him. It's not until his thumb- roughly compared to his previous touch- brushes against your wet clit that your breath is released in a shaky gasp.

"So wet already, princess...and I've barely even touched you. How are you possibly going to make it through the night?" He doesn't remove his thumb from your clit, rather he continues rubbing circles against it which have your toes curling inside your heels.

"That feels good, doesn't it? Do you like when I touch you there, princess?"

You hum, tossing your head back.

"Words, princess."

"Y-Yes...It feels heavenly!" You fail to suppress the moan by chewing on your inner cheek. That task is impossible as Peter's finger dips into your soaking folds where it then dances over your opening.

Pleased by your previous answer, he smirks," you're the only person in the world I'll ever get down on my knees for, you know that?"

You dare to look down, curiosity getting the best of you when you feel his warm breath against your pussy, however you can only get a brief glance at the sight before your head is thrown back again, an unrestrained cry filling the air as Peter's lips attach themselves to your clit. Before you can even fully process the feeling of his tongue against your nerves, he uses it as a distraction to push his long finger into you.

Both actions are foreign in feeling. Sure, you've experimented with yourself a little as a horny teenager and you'd be lying to say you haven't secretly touched yourself even after marrying Peter. Once growing comfortable around your new husband, the next natural step was to fuck your own fingers while imagining the touch to belong to him as a fruitless attempt in reaching a proper orgasm much to your own frustration. Luckily, you don't think that's going to be a problem after tonight.

Peter's finger disappears to his knuckle as he pumps into your pussy, his tongue swirling over your sensitive bulb in the meantime. He doesn't bother being dignified about it nor is he afraid of the echo of his own slurping as he practically eats you alive like a starved man.

One finger then two, stretching you out in a way that's only a taste of what's to come. They burn at first, yet the more he moves inside your tight pussy, scissoring and curling against your wet walls, the more that pain transforms into a pleasure that has your mouth hung open, droll barely kept from dripping in the corners.

Never have you been able to make yourself feel this way. Where you'd normally lose strength just as your legs began to shake, Peter shows resistance, merely smirking while keeping at it. As your moans increase in volume with his name being torn from your throat in the form of a prayer, he only temporarily moves away from your pussy, his voice unforgivably deep.

"Are you gonna cum, princess? Go ahead then...Show your husband that he's doing his job well. 'show him how much you love it when he eats you out."

You're certain your grip on the counter is white at this point, any words you try to speak broken against your own moans until the feeling is overwhelming. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, however the answer is quickly provided when Peter gives another powerful suck while curling his fingers inside.

Crying out his name, you feel yourself finally come undone over his fingers and face. Your body shakes and you can't help lifting your hips into him in weak thrusts. He doesn't stop right away, instead catching your hips in his hands and pulling you into his face where he can easily kitten lick his share of your juices even if it leaves you whimpering.

It isn't until Peter stands to his feet that you can see what you've done, his jaw shining in the lights hanging above you both. Smirking, he shamelessly sticks his fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking them off before kissing you again which allows you to taste yourself on his lips, too.

"Mmm, you taste wonderful, princess," he hums, pecking your forehead," but I'm ready for the main course, how about you? You took my fingers so well. 'think you can do that to my cock, too?"

"Please."

Peter chuckles before undoing his belt, letting his pants fall and pool at his ankles. His erection is clear in his boxers, a bit of precum visibly leaking onto the fabric. When he pulls this last remaining barrier of clothing down, his cock finally springs free and slaps his stomach.

You gulp, both out of desperation and slight worry. It's one thing to imagine what he looks like down there as you pump yourself with a measly two fingers, but it's a very different effect to see him in person like this. He's long and lean yet far bigger than just two fingers. A part of you wants to worry over this size, fearing the pain that will come from it regardless of what he's already done to make you slick. Of course, that's the quieter side of your head. Regardless of such silent worries, you lick your lips, dying for a taste.

With his cock in hand, Peter gives it a few pumps to prepare while caging you against the counter with his free hand. Despite the current situation including all the dirty things that have been said and done leading up to now, his voice is soft as he whispers in your ear," do you still want this, princess? We can keep it down to just you if you want."

"And leave you like that?" You whisper back, shivering at the sound of his cock sliding in his hand at a steady pace, and that's just it being coated in his own precum! What sinful sounds is it going to make pushed deep inside your slick?

"I could always finish myself off if-"

"-But I want you," you complain, placing a hand on the back of his head. Your fingers tangle in his hair, not applying any pressure but assuring he doesn't get any ideas of moving away," I want you inside me now. I want you to officially make me yours; all of me."

Peter moans lowly and you can feel his smooth tip barely poke against your folds," all of you, hmm? You want me to fuck your little pussy then?"

The tip pushes through only enough to run up and down through your folds, coating itself in leftover juices which makes you shiver again,"...break you open and pump you full of my big cock? Would you like that, princess?"

"Yes, I would, Peter. Please just fuck your wife already!" All he has to do is lean a little forward and he'll be in. Why must he tease like this?

"Atta girl."

You both moan when Peter finally pushes forward, his cock slipping into your pussy at a leisurely pace. Just as you expect, it burns a lot despite his fingers having already loosened you up. Such a feeling fills your eyes with tears which Peter brushes away with his thumbs kindly.

Whispering sweet words of encouragement along the way, he takes his time slowly sinking in until his balls reach your entrance, forbidding him from going any further," don't rush yourself, darling...Take your time and relax for me."

You whimper, your breath increasing as your pussy tries to adjust to his size, although it takes longer to get comfortable than you would like. Nevertheless, you listen to Peter's urges, waiting not so patiently for most of the stinging to subside before moving forward with the part you desire most.

Your husband groans when you weakly try to roll your hips against him, taking it as a sign to begin moving himself. Pulling out, he leaves just his tip in before slamming back into you again causing you to cry out in pleasure. With this, he begins the task of pumping into you as promised, starting out slow just to get you accustomed to the process.

With practice, your whines of discomfort become moans of pleasure ripped from the very depths of your lungs. Both of your arms wrap around him, digging into the back of Peter's suit which will more than likely need a special trip to the dry cleaners to get ironed out after the way you've been gripping onto the fabric (not that he minds one bit). Meanwhile, he keeps his own arms tightly around you to prevent you from being pushed too far back onto the counter by the force of his strong thrusts, instead keeping you trapped securely right where he can please you best on the edge.

"You're so damn tight, princess...So tight for me and only me. Does it feel good having your husband finally claim your pussy?

"Just." Thrust...

"Like." Thrust.

"You." Thrust!

"Planned!" THRUST!

Your nails scratch his skin with the same amount of pressure that your teeth bite into your lower lip with, trying to suppress the shameful smile his dirty words give," oh yes!"

Suddenly Peter stops and, for a split second, you fear that's a sign he came already, however before you can feel too disappointed over that, you realize the true reason for his pause.

"We're fucking busy!" He shouts angrily as the bathroom door only just begins to creak open.

This makes your heart leap both due to his livid tone and the fact that someone almost caught the two of you, although you're sure the woman probably feels worse given how quickly she slams the door with a horrified gasp. Surely she put two and two together hearing moans then a man's voice coming from inside the women's bathroom...Oh well.

You might've let the interruption ruin this otherwise perfect moment if not for Peter lifting you off the counter and, in one swift movement, bending you over it with your bare ass in the air towards him.

"Hands on the counter, princess," Peter orders and you happy oblige," now unless you have any objections, I'd like to continue where we left off from here."

While you eagerly slap your palms against the smooth surface, keeping yourself upright with your back purposefully arched in a beautiful way, your prepared posture falters immediately when Peter pushes into you roughly from behind.

No longer facing him, you must watch from the mirror in front of you to see just what your husband's up to back there (not that this is a bad sight). His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he holds your hips into place with a powerful grip. A mix of swears and praises fall from his satisfied smirk, his lustful eyes drifting from the sight of his cock disappearing into your deep pussy then to the mirror where he can check on your own expression.

Honestly you're a complete mess; absolutely breathtaking. You can barely keep your eyes open let alone keep yourself upright on the counter, falling over nearly every time Peter thrusts into you. It isn't probably not all that ladylike to have so much drool dripping from your mouth which hangs open and sings admirations for the man doing this to you, but he's touched to hear such songs.

"Peter-!" You go to shout, shutting your mouth quickly to muffle the sound in fear of someone else hearing. Even assuming that woman didn't go spread the news about Peter Parker currently fucking the soul out of his wife in the bathroom, others are bound to know the difference between an angry wife and a very happy one when they hear it themselves.

Despite your thoughtfulness towards keeping this show private, Peter seems to have a different idea, reaching forward to pull your hair. It might've been his idea of being dominant, however it feels more like he's running his hand through your hair instead of actually pulling it. Damn him and his caring nature right now!

"Don't be shy. Tell them exactly who's fucking you, princess. 'make them regret ever doubting you."

You whimper.

"You about to cum again already, sweetheart? Damn, do you love your husband's thick cock that much that you can barely last?" Peter mocks, his thrusts getting harder," come on, princess. You deserve this. Cum for your husband and let everyone hear you do it!"

"PETER, MMM!" You don't need to be told twice. By the time Peter finishes his sentence, you're already letting loose over his cock. You both moan, you for the feeling of being so full and loved while Peter moans for the feeling of your tight pussy hugging around him so delicately; a perfectly fit just as he imagined you'd be for him.

Crossing your arms against the counter, you use them as a pillow to rest your head on as you sigh pleasantly. Once catching your breath, you glance over your shoulder with a tired smile in preparation to praise Peter, however that apparently has to wait.

Before you can process it, he's sneaking one of his hands around your front, his fingers searching blindly for something which he knows he's found by the way you raise your head against with a loud gasp.

"Peter, what are-?"

"-One more time, princess. I want you to cum one more time for me, please," his leans completely over your arched back, pressing against you until his teeth are able to nibble your ear lobe.

"I-I don't know if I can-can," you mewl, unable to help the movement of your legs as they prance in place. You're still so sensative from your last two orgasms yet Peter wants a third?

Thinking about it now, you're certain those first two orgasms were your strongest ever. Hell, maybe you've never actually orgasmed before if it's supposed to feel like that. Never have you felt anything near those powerful waves of pleasure when playing with yourself, so if Peter's feeling anything like you right now, you can understand why he's suddenly addicted, but can you really survive a third?

"You can do this, sweetheart. It'll be quick. Just one more so that I can cum with you this time. Don't you want to learn what it's like to have a man's stuff himself inside you?"

So dirty.

"...But if you're really that tired, you can rest. I can finish myself like I said earlier. Just tell me what you prefer."

Hmm, so many options? Try for another orgasm, let him finish himself off and possibly cum elsewhere on your body. Hell, you're not against the idea of blowing him either.

"I'm waiting for the green light, princess."

You moan at his breath in your ear," go-go ahead...b-but I can't guarantee I'll be able to walk out of here."

"I'll carry you then," Peter smirks before mercilessly playing with your swollen ball of nerves, swirling around it with his thumb while slowly starting his thrusts up again.

You can't bother to keep your head up this time, resting it on your arms while allowing Peter to do as he pleases. He deserves it anyways with how good he's been making you feel for your first time.

He uses his free arm to wrap around your stomach, pulling you into him until there's no space left. Your back is completely pressed to his, his pelvis smacking against your ass as his cock buries itself into your slick folds at a rapid rate that has you screaming his name in no time.

You're so sensitive, your pussy feeling stretched to its limit while your clit's overwhelmed, but you don't want it to end. If you could, you'd stay like this the entire night, however realistically, you won't be able to last too much longer from now. Peter won't either. Soon, his own moans are matching the volume of yours, his grip tightening over you yet his naughty hand losing its persistent rate rubbing your blub.

Letting his head fall forward, Peter bites then kisses your shoulder sobbly," you-you feel that, princess? My cock...twitching inside you? I'm getting close...Mmm...'can't last much longer..."

Oh, you feel it alright. Even if you didn't, you could tell just by the way his face is screwed in the mirror. Peter's unraveling, reaching his own breaking point just as you are.

"I-I'ma...too," using whatever strength you have left, you push your ass against him, giving weak thrusts to help him along as you feel yourself beginning to cum once more. This time you have tears in your eyes, enough to roll down your cheeks as you shout into the air without any regard as to who might hear it," PETER! F-FUCK!"

The deep groan behind you is the only warning you have a split second before you shiver at the feeling of something foregin filling your insides. It's warm and thick, coating your walls beautiful if only you could see it.

Peter's thrusts shutter, both of his hands hurrying to steady himself by grabbing hold of your hips. He holds you to his leaking cock, giving it a few good thrusts to make sure he fills you completely, pushing his seed deep inside. You feel cold and empty when he finally pulls out with a sigh, although there's some satisfaction in his hand covering your entrance immediately afterwards.

"Such a good girl...So full of my cum," Peter whispers happily, using his fingers to push back in any of his thick liquids that seep out of your aching folds. If it weren't for your birth control, something tells you you'd definitely be pregnant after this, but if the process is this nice, maybe that's not a terrible idea someday.

You refuse to let go of the counter, using it as support to turn around and face your husband while still catching your breath. The first thing you do is look down, confirming for yourself that beads of white cum cover your pussy's entrance even around his hand. As for his cock, it's already starting to rise again despite being slick in your juices and his own cum along the sides.

"How...-" You inhale tiredly with a teasing smile,"-are you still hard after all that?"

"That's what happens when you have such a gorgeous wife. I could go all night if she asked," Peter leans forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pressing a needy kiss to your lips. Judging on how desperatly he claims your mouth, one would think he hasn't kissed you in ages and defintely didn't just get done fucking the life out of you.

His cock presses against your inner thigh, something that would've made you wet again if not for your three orgasms having turned your legs into jelly. There's no way you can go for more when you can barely stand straight on your own.

"Lift me onto the counter?" You ask into the kiss, Peter happily obliging.

You can't tell if it feels better to be sitting down with how much your pussy and lower back burn, however at least you're steady enough as you wrap your arms around Peter's shoulders, pulling him into another kiss.

He's the one to eventually pull away, his hands covering your cheeks as he carefully looks your face over with a hint of worry in his eyes," I didn't get too rough, did I?"

"Not at all. I loved it," you confirm, pecking his lips," I love you."

Peter smiles at this, letting his hands fall back around you," I love you, too, princess...and I hope you know that now without a doubt. Never let anyone make you think differently."

"And what if I want another lesson to prove it?"

"Sweetheart, you can have this without the 'lesson' part anytime you desire."

"...Then how about more tonight? I need some rest, but I'm not against the idea of taking care of you in the car ride back- if you want that is," you offer against his ear, running a hand down Peter's chest while giving his necktie a suggestive tug in the process.

Needing no other options, Peter makes quick work in lifting you up bridal style and demanding the first guard he crosses outside of the bathroom to start the car. It might not be exactly as you planned earlier, but you're certain tonight is going to be even better than what you dreamed.

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swimmingismywholelife · 7 months

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A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into

Summary: You never thought you'd find yourself falling in love with a footballer while studying in Italy yet here you are.

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, may make you feel single lmao, social media!au

A/N: ….Hi I'm alive. This is inspired by a dream I had last week and since I haven't posted in a while, I thought this would be a way to ease back into things. Title is based on one of the songs in the musical "Be More Chill!" I do have some other stuff in the works so keep a look out!

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cmpulisic

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cmpulisic: But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet's the sun ☀️

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chrisssyp: I'M ALSO IN VERONA AND MY NAME IS JULIET THAT SHOULD BE ME

westonmckennie: CP10….my guy……I thought we had something special

cmpulisic: sorry man something about Italy just hits different I guess

americanboy: Christian you know that story is a tragedy not a love story right 💀

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momiji-bookhouse · 1 year

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Hey there! I don't know if this is how it works but I would like to request kazuha with windwhill aster for your spring event 😍 not sure if I should add something else but yea lol

[Windwheel Aster]: "Where to?" "Anywhere, as long as it's with you."

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pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

Farewells are never as simple as a single goodbye.

It often signifies a transition, a step into a new phase in a person’s life that may mean having to change everything that they have known thus far. It may be something uttered in silence, carving into the person’s heart and fusing itself until it can convince them that this is how things are supposed to be.

Kazuha is no stranger to the silence. From the moment his mother took her last breath while holding his soft weight in her arms, to the day his father joined her over that golden bank — where the bonsai leaves never wilt, where the flowers will bloom forever. The day his last name was reduced to a sharpened blade and a wandering soul, to memories of sublime lightning and pouring ash.

They settled into the blank spaces between his words, burned themselves under his silver tongue. Though people say that time heals all wounds, no healing ointment or blessed water could make it go away, or any easier.

But it was never his intention to leave without saying goodbye to you.

You deserve more than a measly written letter that could not adequately express everything he wants to say to you. You’re more important to him than a few honeyed words that could only glaze the surface.

But everything happened so fast. Crackling thunder. Blinding lightning. The smell of charred flesh and soot. The wind howling his name.

The next thing he knew, he was stowed away on a boat heading towards Watatsumi Island, where rumors of a rising resistance bubbled all the way to the Tenshukaku. The time that he spent with the resistance was not long by any means, but it was enough to build long-lasting friendships and cement his reputation as Inazuma’s most wanted fugitive.

During that time, he was hesitant to even send you a note of how he was doing, in fear that the Shogun’s army would get their hands on it and connect you to him. He would never forgive himself if even one strand of hair on your head was touched. Thus, even when the guilt ate away at him and his nightmares echoed with the sounds of your accusations, he held out.

It’s only when he was secured a spot on the Crux, implored by his friend Gorou, and reassured many times about the trustworthiness of the messenger did he finally decide to send you a letter about his situation. He knows it could never replace being able to see you in person, but a part of him was afraid that just one look at you and he would never be able to stomach leaving you behind.

But you deserve more than a life in the shadows. You deserve a life without worry, to be in the sun and not have to constantly look over your shoulder, to have someone beside you whenever you need them. Everything that he couldn’t give you.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop his heart from aching and his stomach from closing on itself as he stands on the deck of the Alcor, eyes fixed in the direction of the place he left behind, where he unknowingly put a part of his soul in the care of your gentle hands.

“Up-anchor in a few minutes!” One of the sailors shouts and the last of the preparation pick up speed. Kazuha reluctantly leaves his post to see if any assistance is needed from him, all the while the truth of the matter hits him harder than lightning off the shore of Yashiori. He’s leaving everything he knew behind; his homeland, his way of life, his friends, you.

You, you, you.

He wonders if you’ve gotten his letter by now. Would you be reading it under the shade of your favorite tree? Would you cry or curse his name as you read the words that he had so desperately poured his heart into?

Surrounded by all these noises, all these people, and he has never hated the silence so much.

Then...the sound of footsteps that stirs the ground, quickly pounding onto the wooden bridge that leads to the ship. It’s resilient and familiar, a sound he can recognized even in his hazy dreams. Kazuha whips his head around, crimson eyes wide with alarm and every breath of air knocked out of his lungs when he realizes that it is indeed you.

Abandoning all thought and reason, he races over to your side amidst the confused and indignant cries of the crew on board. He meets you just as you take a step onto the deck.

“(Y/N)!” Kazuha cries out. “What in the name of all that’s divine and celestial are you doing here?!” He clasps your shoulders, worry lines creasing his forehead as he sees you struggling to breathe, your knees buckling as if you just ran all the way from Narukami to Watatsumi.

“Got...your...le...letter.” You struggle with every intake of air. “Had...to see you!”

His body turns cold, like someone just dumped a bucket of seawater on him. When he sent you that letter, he never thought it could prompt you to make the journey so quickly.

“Kazuha.” The captain’s voice drops down an octave, her eyes narrowing in annoyance at the fact that a stranger just boarded her ship. “Who is this?”

“Captain Beidou. This is (Y/N), a very dear person to me.” He softly takes your hand in his and squeezes it as a sign of comfort.

“I’m sorry for barging like this, Captain.” You speak up. “But there’s something that I absolutely must say to Kazuha. It’ll be only for a moment.”

Her ruby gaze roams over the both of you and the air seems to be charged with electricity. It’s enough to make even the toughest squirm, and he quickly understands her reputation to be true.

“Go towards the bow of the ship,” she finally says after what feels like forever. “And be quick about it.”

“Yes, captain.”

He gently tugs you to the front of the ship, where thankfully there’s barely anyone to disrupt the private moment. Kazuha has so many things he wants to say to you, things he buried in the dark, but when face-to-face with you in the silence, his tongue suddenly feels like lead.

“Were you really planning to leave without saying goodbye?” You say in a tiny voice, hurt interwoven into every syllable.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I know the letter wasn’t enough. But I couldn’t risk the army connecting me to you.”

You sigh, the sound weary and tired. “For days I agonized over questions I have no answers to. Where did you go? What happened that day? Are you safe? Or are you...” You choke on your thoughts, the remains of it like poison on your tongue. “I was so confused and scared. So scared that the next time I walk the streets, there would be terrible news waiting for me. I know why you had to leave, but still, you're a terrible, terrible man for making me worried like that."

"I'm sorry. Believe me when I say that I wanted nothing more than to let you know where I was and how I was doing. But I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you if they happened to intercept my letter.”

“I get it, I do,” you say. The quiet stretch like a suffocating blanket. “...Are you...really going to leave?”

He nods, slowly and heavily. “I have to. It’s too dangerous for me to stay here. Not with this in my possession.” His hand goes to the lifeless thing tucked in his kimono, its coldness like dead weight.

Your eyes glaze over as you look at the object, no doubt remembering it when it was pulsing with life. “Then...I’ll go with you.”

He snaps his head up at your statement, eyes becoming so impossibly wide that you fear it might pop out of his head. “W-what?”

“I’ll go with you,” you stand up straighter and say with more resolution.

“(Y/N), you can’t!” He hurriedly takes a hold of your shoulders. “I can’t let you do that.”

“And why not? Less you forget, Kazuha, I’m also a traveler.”

“But this is different! This...” How could he make you understand? “You’ll be uprooting your entire life, you’ll be leaving everything behind. You may never see Inazuma again.”

One of your hands reaches up to cover the one holding your right shoulder, your eyes lowering as you look at him. “Kazuha, I wouldn’t travel all the way from Narukami to here, risking questioning by the army, if I wasn’t ready to do all that? I’ve said all of my goodbyes, even to those who aren’t here anymore. But saying goodbye to you would surely break my heart.”

He swallows, heat prickling at the corner of his eyes. “What if something happens? What if you come to regret your decision?”

“I would rather endure all the waves and storms by your side, than look at the moon and wondering if you’re looking, too.”

The next breath that he exhales is heavy, like it holds everything his heart has hidden. “Okay.” His forehead gently connects with yours, the tendrils of his white hair caressing your cheek. “Okay.”

Of course, that’s not the end of things. The next step to do is to convince Captain Beidou to accept another person on board.

The aforementioned captain stares at you meticulously, causing a cold shiver to travel down your spine, after hearing your request.

“I can vouch for (Y/N)–” Kazuha speaks up, but he is quickly cut off by a wave of her hand.

“Have you sailed before?”

“Yes, multiple times when I travel with Kazuha. I have never been on a ship this size before, but I’m a quick learner!”

“Can you clean after yourself?”

“Yes!”

“Are you willing to take any orders and risk yourself in any situation?”

“Yes!”

“Do you like to party?”

“...yes?”

“Then welcome aboard, (Y/N).” Beidou finally gives you a smile, and you feel like something was lifted off your shoulders. “But I must warn you, if at any point I feel like you can’t handle a life at sea, you will be asked to disembark at the nearest port, got it?”

“Yes captain!”

When it was finally time to raise the anchor and set sail, you and Kazuha find yourself peering over the deck, the sound of crashing waves like a song as you watch the only place that you’ve ever known become farther and farther away from you.

Kazuha intertwines his fingers with yours, and though perhaps you should be a bundle of nerves right now at the prospect of leaving everything you have known behind, your heart is as tranquil as the clouds floating above.

“Hey,” Kazuha turns around to admire the way the wind caresses your hair. “Where do you think we’ll go from here?”

“Oh Kazuha. Anywhere.” You rest your head on his shoulder, a content smile blossoming on your face. “Simply anywhere.”

#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #kazuha drabbles #kazuha oneshot #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #sagi's recommendation #momiji's collection #spring blooming event #momiji's special events

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whiskeyswriting · 2 years

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Paper Rings

😍pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

🎶 Song Inspiration: Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

⚠️warning: mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption

📝A/N #1: This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy or post anywhere else. Feel free to like and reblog but do give credit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own any of the photos included in this post. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram. I also don’t own any of the characters mentioned.

It’s not every day you graduate with your Master’s in Physics. To celebrate, your friends decided to make it a week long celebration.

While many other students your age would spend the celebrations crawling from bar to bar, you and your friends celebrated by sleeping in late and then heading to the beach. The four of you had all had busy schedules with school the last few years.

Of course, you loved to party and would join often in the dancing and drinking. This week however, you all just wanted to relax and reconnect as friends.

A few days ago you had visited The Hard Deck, a bar that was close to the Naval base. You each had enjoyed your drinks and even a few dances with some of the aviators that you met. You even got to hear someone playing Great Balls of Fire on the piano, but didn’t get a chance to see who it was.

Today you find yourselves at the beach enjoying the sun and waves. Not to mention the group of tanned gods and goddess playing a unique form of football not too far from where you were.

You had no problem staring shamelessly at them. Not a problem at all. You were studying them all for… research. As a student, you knew research of all kinds mattered.

You all continued to watch the game and laugh along with the pilots. Your eyes immediately fell upon a tanned man doing a little celebration dance. You don’t know what it was about it but it reaches you in places that had felt dormant for so long.

“You’re a pilot not a stripper Roos!” You hear one of the other pilots call out to the one doing his little dance and you can’t help but crack up at their interactions.

The wind carries your laugh over to the pilots and they turn to look at your group. They wave you and your friends over to join them. A blonde, green-eyed pilot, is bold and wraps an arm around your friend's shoulders. "We're heading back to the base but would you girls love to join us for drink later tonight?" He asks.

"Actually yeah. We came the other day and it was a fun environment, even the improptu piano playing and singing," you respond.

To your amusement, the pilot that had done the dance perked up at hearing you. "So you enjoyed the performance?" He asks smirking. "I'm Rooster by the way."

"I enjoyed your little dance even more,” you’re quick to reply, causing a slight flush to reach his cheeks. “I guess I’ll see you later Rooster.”

While she’s getting your drinks, you’re chatting with Penny, when you hear the pilots come in and your name being called out.

Penny raises a brow and smirks. “Second time here and already have an admirer.”

“What can I say? They just love me for my big brain and degree,” you teasingly reply before heading back to your friends, now surrounded by the pilots you met earlier.

As you’re setting your drink down, the jukebox is disconnected and, just like your first time here, someone starts playing and singing Great Balls of Fire.

This time you’re able to see that it’s Rooster playing and singing. Immediately, your smile widens and you go to join him by the piano to sing.

He winks at you when he sings the line “Kiss me, baby.” So you do.

Leaning down you kiss his cheek and he pulls you onto his lap as he continues to play. He finishes the song to the whole crowd cheering him on.

The jukebox is once again connected and he has one of the other aviators hit play on a song.

“So you think you can follow my lead and sing the next song?” He asks you. “Only sing if you’d be willing to go on a date with me,” he adds softly.

You Better Shape Up starts playing and you just about fall back with happy laughter. Never before had you felt such ease and freedom with a guy.

Yeah you had been busy with classes but you still had free time to date. But not even your last serious boyfriend just let you be yourself. Seeing Bradley also smiling back at you, you knew that you wouldn’t need to walk on eggshells with him.

“Darling, you're the one I want in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams. Oh, you're the one I want,” you tell him before leaning in to kiss him.

“Let’s find paper rings then.” Bradley is looking at you, and for the first time, he knows he found someone that would be the Carole to his Goose. He smiles tenderly at you before kissing you back.

🏷 List: @cycbaby @callsign-dragonbaron @callsignscupcake @dxmerons

#mrsjaderogerswrites #top gun maverick #tgm things #tgm #top gun #tgm fanfiction #tgm fandom #Bradley Bradshaw #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #rooster x reader

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destinationtoast · 1 year

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Thoughts on rewatching TL s03e05

I'm rewatching Signs, and some of if still makes me cringe. Some of it feels off in terms of character -- e.g., I still really don't like the Roy monologue (still the wrong kind of mean for Roy). But mostly, I still deeply dislike Shandy's caricature-ish heel turn. She had so much potential! And if she had to leave, it would have been so much more interesting if Keeley had to let her go for reasons that weren't so villainous, and if Barbara didn't get to be smug about her stereotypes proving true in this instance. Keeley could have given hard feedback and then helped Shandy find a better niche either in KJPR or outside. And/or could have kept being friends after a confrontation/fight. This show is certainly capable of more complex shifts like that, for almost every character. Bah.

There are also a bunch of things that just feel needlessly sloppy, like the repetitious shite in nining armor scene, or the sudden string of losses that for some reason happens before Zava randomly leaves with a whimper (even though previously they were unbeatable thanks to Zava). Overall, I feel like I could have written several better scenes that hit all the important plot points more convincingly without character assassination or sloppiness, and I almost never feel that way about this show. That said, there are a number of bright spots, including:

Higgins talking to Rebecca about whether they might needing to replace Ted. I love whenever Higgins is scared but brave.

Nate practicing asking Anastasia out with his mum -- I had totally missed what was going on here the first time without the captions, and I just love it.

Isaac's opinions on Animal Crossing being soothing

Jamie's increasing attempts at leadership, with his inspirational speech, and his "I literally just said that" when Zava hijacks it. Are they creating a path for Jamie to eventually be captain, following in Roy's footsteps...? (not that I want anything to happen to Isaac!!)

Roy's fist bumps and instructions to the team, especially the special ones for Colin and Sam

Beard and Ted's delivery during, "The sun." "Right, the gosh dang sun."

Anastasia: "You have a very cute head." Jade: "Thank you. I got it from my father." I like all the Jade/Nate stuff better this time around -- I had read her as sneering/smirking at him during a lot of the pre-baklava scenes, last time (which made it hard for me to buy when she joined him), but this time I didn't. Very interested to see where that goes.

Beard's version of a silver lining: "The only modicum of comfort is knowing that in all the innumerable parallel universes, there is not one where we win that game."

Ted talking to Henry, and seeing the ways in which Henry has learned from him and loves him. And then talking himself through his panic. And then giving a hell of a Ted speech.

"Tomorrow at 4am?" "Damn fucking right."

absolutely everything with Keeley and Jack 😍💕✨

#ted lasso #s03e05 #signs #op #don't get me wrong #I'm still working on my K/J/R WIPs #because that's just who I am #but keeley can have a gf too #:)

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fanghuas · 1 year

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Omg, you're doing prompts!!!🥳😍💚 For the Love Realization prompts:

I'm thinking 2 and 3 for HanWen, don't know who is 2 and who is 3, but it feels very them.

And 10 for HanZhou - either way!!

Don't feel like these prompts must be together, I bet they would be lovely on their own as well!

Aaaaand here's your hanzhou, fresh out of the oven! Eat while it's hot!

10. "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out"

It’s a courtship. Technically. The technical term for what is unfolding – and has been unfolding, and will probably continue taking its time unfolding because Zhou Zishu doesn’t know what the fuck he is doing – is a courtship.

That, of course, brings along images of awkward teenagers dressed in their best robes shuffling through decorated garden paths while avoiding both eye contact and conversation, and their entire family observes from the sidelines.

It’s – well. It’s not far from the truth.

Zhou Zishu has never courted anyone in his life; he has never had much interest in either the process or its goal. Whatever dalliances he’s had in the past were quite short-lived, and often just the quickest way to get information out of someone. He usually can be charming enough to get what he wants. He can tell how people respond to him and adapt accordingly, but none of that—

None of that is useful, now.

Wen Kexing is no help. His approach to every unfamiliar undertaking is imitation and exaggeration of what he believes – with not quite unfailing accuracy – that regular people do. He’s not much better than he was when he was chasing after Zhou Zishu under his Philanthropist Wen persona, just letting a little more teeth show.

But that’s something, at least. He’s doing something, and it’s an effective if crude way to communicate his intent.

Zhou Zishu is just – hedging, and backtracking, and second-guessing.

And he is, technically speaking, courting Han Ying, but he is doing a miserable job at it.

Maybe it’s easier for Wen Kexing because he and Han Ying have no history. Wen Kexing doesn’t have to keep reminding himself that he’s allowed to squeeze Han Ying’s shoulder in passing, that it won’t be minscontrued by anyone as a sign of favoritism that’d mean trouble for them both. Wen Kexing doesn’t catch himself avoiding Han Ying’s gaze whenever it turns soft, because he’s too-well used to refusing to acknowledge it.

The more Zhou Zishu tries, the more he realizes how much he had been holding back for years when it came to Han Ying, concealed from even himself.

“I think,” he tells Wen Kexing one day, speaking up abruptly enough that he startles himself, “I think I’m in love with Ying’er.”

The two of them are sitting in the shade under a tree, and Han Ying’s a little ways off with Chengling. It’s the warmest summer day they’ve had so far, far too much so to consider training until the sun is down. So they’ve left Bi Xingming and Cheng Zichen nominally in charge of the manor and taken the day to themselves, not that they’ve wandered far.

Han Ying is laughing loudly at something Chengling is telling him, and then he turns to glance towards Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing with a bright smile still on his face, and the realization hits Zhou Zishu out of nowhere.

“Well,” Wen Kexing says delicately. “Congratulations, I suppose, on being the last one to find out.”

#korre #hanzhou #hanwenzhou #han ying #*slaps ficlet* this baby can fit so many hidden issues in it

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years

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@rainbowcamels : so who's your favourite? 👀

me: nah I don't really have one, I love them all equally 🥰

also me: *mostly films Joel during the concert, has an emotional breakdown over his hairflip*

Concert report from Särkänniemi May 28, aka Falling in Love With Joel Hokka, part 5295

First things first, the weather report: the sun was out practically the whole time while we were waiting for the concert(s) to start so it was kinda hot and we were a little uncomfortable but then one of @rainbowcamels 's lovely friends went home to get sunscreen for all of us so at least we didn't have to worry about burning our fair Nordic skin lol 😎 A couple of songs into Cyan Kick's set it started to dribble a little and it was cloudy for the rest of the evening which was perfect👌

We weren't too far away from the stage but there were lots of hands and phones and fucking CARDBOARD SIGNS keeping 163cm me from seeing to the stage a majority of the time😐 (pls don't bring signs to concerts, kids..)

Their new background canvas thingy was pretty cool! We were all 😍😍😍 when it was pulled up

Aleksi was the first one to come out (or at least the first one I saw) and omg it was literally the first second of their gig and I didn't expect it to hit me so much but it did, our boys are back home!! 😭🥺 oh lord how I've missed them, it felt like I had come home too, in a way 🖤

The last "song" on their pre-concert playlist was this funny kinda "old-timey" version of We Are No Saints (mainly the "saints are marching in" part) so I did expect them to start with WANS but then again I was SO not ready for them to start with WANS, what an absolute power move 😵

A couple of songs later they played a new song (?!?!!?!?!!?!??!!) AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE IT UNTIL THEY GOT TO THE CHORUS but omg I mean OMG IT WAS ❤❤❤ BECAUSE!!! IT!!! HAS!!! A PORKO!!! GUITAR SOLO!!!

AND I GOT THE SOLO ON FILM AND I COULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT WAS HAPPENING AAAAAAAAAA I've been hoping for a proper guitar solo for Joonas 🥺🥺🥺🥺

And ohhh good heavens, Porko's new concert outfit? Color-cordinated, tits out, what more could you possibly ask for 👀

And like. If we had been standing closer to the front we totally would have seen Olli's chest rug because silly man had forgotten to button his shirt all the way up. Silly silly man...

As always I didn't see much of Tommi because he's hiding in the shadows, this time literally lol because the smoke from the smoke machine was covering him most of the time, but I did manage to capture him on one of my (few) videos 🥰

Niko's facial expressions were also gold as always lol, from the little I saw him because he is stil kinda tiny and crouching on the floor a lot of the time <3

And Joel. Oh, Joel. He was so smiley and beautiful and Joel, oh my god I could look at him for ages 🖤 He said he had missed performing in Finland and just talking in Finnish lol awwwwwwww he's so precious it's always hard for me to look at anyone else but him all the time 🥺🥰

All in all they didn't speak much during the concert though which was a shame but also understandable, they were probably tired af which is why it was so impressive they could STILL put together such a killer show with hardly any ballads to get a little calmdown (for all of us)? They are such energy machines, it blows me away each time and I will never not be amazed by their 200% performance <3

Speaking of ballads, they played Feel Nothing and Bad Idea back to back, which was also expected once the first chords of Feel Nothing sounded, but it still killed us all. Everyone singing along to Bad Idea especially was one of the highlights of the gig, such a beautiful moment and a beautiful song 🥀

All in all the setlist really doesn't give you a change to breathe at any point, so good luck everyone attending their summer gigs, ye gonna die! 😅 (..including myself next Saturday 🤡)

After the concert (and I mean IMMEDIATELY after it ended) @rainbowcamels and I went to one of the rides in the amusement park (Tornado) which was at the same time the best and worst idea ever, some absolute hysterical 40 seconds with the adrenaline from the concert still rushing high, boy it was an experience.. (sorry friend! 😂)

Even though I couldn't see to the stage most of the time, I still had so much fun with @rainbowcamels and her 3 super sweet friends! It was amazing seeing the boys again and to hear/see they're happy to be back home too. I really hope they know how insanely proud of them we are for doing two such amazing tours abroad, they deserve all these goods things they have worked for for years 🖤

#blind channel #my concert #i thought i would have much to say about the concert (BECAUSE I DIDN'T SEE 😭) but here we are again 😅#will post a couple of more videos 🥰#i mean. others have most likely filmed better quality videos but i wannaaa #*wouldn't have much to say #gig reports by theflyingfeeling

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soo0mi · 1 year

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When the sun hits .. — 02. misson: honja anida!! <3

When the sun hits .. — soo y/n unfortunately has always had bad luck w/ love. she realized this when she hit the age when everyone around her had an s/o while she had no one to express her romantic feelings for. y/n found herself mourning when she saw a cute boy at the university's library checking out books and realized that she might never see him again until her first shift at Miraé Café .. ☆

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#UMISOOMI: Theyre so silly guys. I WANT A BUSINESS PROPOSAL S2 SOO BAD 💔💔 hyoseop and sejeon come back to me 🙏

__ seoul (19:29)

Winter in Korea was pure torture and bitterly cold, it lasts from december to february. you and your friends were shivering; after all it was 3°c (or 37°f) and u only wore two layers of clothes. It was insanely stupid of you to only wear 2 layers but you weren’t thinking about the weather, you were thinking about your cutie pie eunchae. Hanging out with the main gc (eunchae, yunjin, sakura, and kazuha) always left you with a warm feeling inside of you.

You were watching eunchae and yunjin play in the snow, lost in the soft and delicate noise it created, until you heard their piercing scream..

“AHAHSGHSGDSU” eunchae clings onto yunjin’s arm

“EUNCHAE DJFHK” she keeps her close to her body

“what the fuck happened” you question, curious on what they were crying for.

“THERE’S A LOST LITTLE PUPPY OVER YHERE ☹️☹️” They both say in unison, point near the swings as you see a tiny figure struggling to find its way thru the snow.

Not expecting that answer, you were vexed that they were YELLINGGG so loud just for a puppy but also relieved that they weren’t kidnapped and enslaved. (Although u wished they were)(jk..)

“CAN YOU ASK MOM IF WE CAN TAKE HIM IN JUST FOR THE NIGHT” yunjin holding both of eunchae’s hands in hers.

“can u let go so i can get my phone.” chae says in a jokingly manner.

While eunchae was dialing her mother, you and yunjin were trying to catch the havanese puppy in the snow but it was avoiding your arms.

“IS THIS DOG FROM THE MATRIX OR SOMESHIT?? Why is it so fucking hard to catch.” an exhausted sigh from yunjin

While she was rambling on, you finally caught it and brushed off the excess snow on it. You kept it warm in your only puffer jacket hoping it’ll feel warmer after being buried in the snow.

“EOMMA SAID YES!! But she said we had to take care of it until we find it’s owner..” eunchae mumbles, she didn’t wanna give the puppy away. Her eyes lightened up when she saw a glimpse of the puppy in your jacket and motioned that you all should hurry home.

__ hong household (20:58)

“Mom, we’re back!” taking off all of your shoes near the front door. “we’ll be in the bathroom for a while, please use the other one upstairs, thank youu!”

so you three got to work grooming the small puppy.

While you three were giving it a bath, you were thinking of names for him. It didn’t matter if it had meaning or not, it just had to suit him.

“hmm.. what about namjachingu??” you say, jokingly.

“doesn’t that mean like boyfriend though..” eunchae side eyes you, “are you trying to manifest this through a dog, y/nnie..”

“Kinda pathetic..” yunjin teases you, “same though..”

“we’ll all be single forever.” you exclaim, “what about ryung or honja..??” attempting to change the topic.

“ooo, i like honja,” yunjin states as she shampoos the dog’s fur, “cause we found him cold and alone </3”

the three of you chat and laugh until you were finished with mission: honja anida !! (not alone)

bought the txt temptation album on the 30th, usps said it would arrive on the 31st, then it got delayed till the 2nd, they lost the package, got the wrong address, made me pay for redelivery, and finally arrived today😍😍😍 ITS OK GUYS IT WAS WOETH IT. I GOT BEOMGYU BOOK W THE SOOBIN PC. n e wayss, jeongin is coming soon guys dw.. u just needa get hired by the cafe 🙏🙏 praying for yn 🤞

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#jeongin x reader #stray kids smau #yang jeongin #enhypen #le sserafim

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celestialholz · 2 years

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Celestial Live-Reacts: STP 2.8, 'Mercy

... So, last week, we had Q as the sun, brain and heart, and him behind a white door that hides the truth. Tough act to follow, lads 😂

Shall we see if they pull it off?

"I will do anything to have her survive", says the 'previously on...' for this week - mirroring before the episode even starts, we love to see it

Torchy flashbacks?

... The fuck? Is that Ricardo???? 🤔

Ducaine from Temporal Investigations in Voyager is wild

... And creepy...

Ooo, early titles today! This shit hits different after knowing about the opening credits...

CINDY APPEL'S BACK 😍😍 The legend herself! Oh, now I have hope for this episode ❤

"It's 2024 - people have trouble with revolving doors, never mind a Borg Queen" - Okay, a. rude and b. unnecessary 😂

Trouble in paradise?

Sister Seven, so wholesome ❤

... They're really selling Ducaine as not being Ducaine 😆

"I was dehydrated - after all, I'm only human." You wonderful, sarcastic bastard you 😂

Poor Kore, bless her 😔

Nice VR headset there chuck

"Patience, mon petit." Ohhhh, hello there king - on the French already I see 😍

"A friend, a firestarter, a simulacra - a living program, planted here when I hacked into your father's system, waiting for you to arrive at this very moment." More competent genius!Q, fuck yes 😍😍

"He created you, then locked you in a prison. I'm sending you the key - are you brave enough to use it?" Mmm... like Picard 'created' this situation, locking Q within - now, is he brave enough to alter his original mistake? Very clever ❤

... It has a BOW, he's so extra 😂

'Freedom'? He gave her the cure, like he gave Picard the answer 😍

Dead guy 👀

"In her shoes, I'd want nothing but connection." 😭 Bless Seven

"Can you try and be a little less happy that I'm defective?" I'm about to form the Seven Defence League here 🙁

Metallic smell, metallic taste... still lingering, from the age of six. Fuck, man.

Three Agnes settings: here, there and gone 😆

... She's still in there, bless her ❤

They're so BORED 😂

Fuck's sake Rios 😂

"A crusty old admiral", ouch 😅

Ricardo is baby 😍

Theresa: ????????????? 😂

Cake!

Trios do be beautiful though 😍

"I'd like to have more in my memory bank than all the times I saved your ass." "I like to think that we saved each other." Lovely ❤

"Pretend we're married. We used to spend every second together. Now, it feels like a business partnership. We talk, but we don't talk. Then we get stuck together, literally. Driving to see family for Christmas, and break down. We're stuck in a shitty motel. We go to a bar, and hang out for the first time in so long. I've been thinking about having an affair with a friend from work."

...

... What in the fucking fuck. 😂😂

Cindy, you need to be stopped 🤣 I am going insane, dear sweet christ...

Obviously this story is poetic licence to a degree, but fuck... shall we apply this to Picard, for just one second? 'We talk in riddles; we get stuck together in 2024, after I've gone to see my family in the past. The ship breaks down, and we're in this crappy, crappy place. We see one another for the first time in ages, and I've been considering being with Laris'.

... So Q is already framed as the husband. As the constant, the misunderstood, but the loved. And this is in Spanish, another Romance language, by the way, as though the connection wasn't obvious enough. I am UNHINGED 😂😂

"Is this you being romantic?" Of course it is, Q-Rios. He's a speechmaker. 😂

"At this bar, you tell me something about yourself. I've known you for ten years, and it brings me to tears - I never knew that. That's what I want you to tell me now, before I fly away - a fundamental, deepest truth, that in another life it took me a decade to learn about you."

... It DOESN'T END, what is my life 😂😂

"Before I fly away." "A fundamental, deepest truth." ... We're going to hear what Q was going to say in AGT. John's already told us about 'a whisper' being his favourite and most important moment of the season, and Picard's going to hear it, and have to leave.

... Fuck me. I'm dead now. No more. 😂😂 This meta I'm about to write is going to pop the fuck OFF...

Let's not even talk about the Tapestry bar relevance here, the fact that the 'friend from work' could also be Bev... it's over, I am SO DONE 😂

... Ah, bollocks. We're only twenty minutes in. I have to live-react more. The things I do for you people 😂😂 *screams*

Rios: "That, uhm... the moment I fell for you, I -" ... There are just SO MANY THINGS they could have put here, after this and instead of it, but I'll keep it simple: "I'm in love with you." Jesus christ. 👁👄👁

... They snog. Just consider the potential foreshadow of that, in light of what we've just heard and can now foresee, and die along with me 😂😍😍

"Details!" says Ducaine, as we flip directly to him after hearing all of this. Very subtle Cindy, congrats on that 😂😂 What the fuck

Ducaine, tell Uncle Jean-Luc who you are dear ❤

Q HAS INFILITRATED THE FBI. He has a phone, he's a genius, and he's in the FBI now. Dear lord 😂

John de Lancie just looks hot in anything doesn't he, my god 👁👄👁

"YOU? You summoned me?" "You must be Q." YES. Q AND GUINAN ACTION 😍😍😍 Fucking hell, this episode is a delight

He did hear it, then! But he's alarmingly slow... 😭

"And you are that multi-celled, sanctimonious, droning shrew known as Guinan." 😂😂 Beautiful

Ahh, she doesn't know him yet!

"The summoning is a SACRED RITUAL, not a CHAT" 😂 This whole thing is going to be gold-pressed latinum isn't it

Also, 'bipeds'? Q is a sentient gas cloud in his normal form confirmed?

"When the ritual stalled, I felt something - emptiness, and fear. I thought it was me, but it wasn't. I feel it on you. You're dying." ... I mean, I knew, but I didn't KNOW know and like... 😭 His face, too? 😔

Random observation: even though Q wears his heart on his FBI sleeve far more than Jean-Luc, they both jump to immediate defence at being anything like understood. Fascinating...

"Yet, now... for the first time, as I look across the temporal horizon, it darkens. You think I'm dying... I prefer to believe that I am on the threshold of the unknowable." Christ. "I've always filed Q as unknowable," anyone?

"When I first felt it, I thought to myself, 'This is good. This is new.' Infinite life, after all, has its drawbacks." ... Oh dear fuck. I am crushed. 😭

"And so I prepared myself to be enveloped by the warm glow of meaning. Well, that moment... has yet to come. Not even a glimmer. Dying stars burn brighter as they spin toward extinction; I, on the other hand, seem to be simply disappearing... into nothing." 😭😭😭

Okay, this is horrendous, and John's fucking stunning in selling this quiet, hopeless pain 😍😍 but...

... As though we didn't already know he was the sun, wow... and it's so very bright behind that door...

*snap snap snap* "You see that? I'm honestly trying to vaporise you at this moment." 😂 That is SO Q - reveal, then hide. As opposed to hide, and reveal, Jean-Luc? 🤔

"This thing you're doing to Picard, it's how you're hoping to find... meaning in your life?" Oh what the shit. 👀 It is, isn't it? This is his purpose; this is what his life has led to: saving Picard.

"I now have a lifetime. Can a single act redeem a lifetime?" Oh, you sentimental bastard. 😭 It is. And he's painted himself as the sun, the heart and the brain... this isn't just 'meaning', darling. This is love. And it's not like I wasn't fully aware from the very beginning that he was doing this for love, but... wow. Wow. 😍😭

"The trap is immaterial - it's the escape that counts." What are you dying for, otherwise? 😔

"I'll see you when I see you... unfortunately." 😆

... My god. There's still more of this episode isn't there. I wish for sweet death. 😂😭😭

Kick his ARSE Kore, you princess you 😍

"Daughter of Zeus. Father of the gods." Brilliant, particularly because the Greeks painted their gods as poetic-mythic, and thus full of human flaws. 😍

First DOZEN? The fucking god complex on this man... 😡

"'Success'? Not 'love'?" Man is a bona fide psychopath, bet Spiner's loving this 😂

"You exist because I willed it. Of course I love my work, but I love you, too." I am incredibly hesitant to compare this man directly to Q when he's the evil overlord god and Q is the good benevolent god, but... yeahhh. He's saved Picard five times now, at least - and he does love his powers, but he loves Picard too. ❤

"Maybe it's you who doesn't exist without me." I think that what's Q afraid of, yeah... 😔

Tech wives 😍

Oh, hello Elnor! ❤ This is very sweet 😍

... I take it back 😂 Damn, Raf... she thinks she got him killed. 😔 We love to see a character acknowledging and conquering their flaws though 👏

"He stayed, for me. Then he died in my arms." ... Oh. Oh no. No no no. "The chase is dying in your arms," anyone? 😭😭 They're not going to actually do this, are they? REALLY?

I do not like Cindy Appel today 😂😔😔

"I assume a lecture on the futility of resistance isn't necessary." Oh fuck. God Complex, meet Queen Complex 👀

"'All humans are stuck in the past" - niiiiicely done Q. 😍

"I know a haunted man when I see one..." and then you look remarkably unconcerned by the thought of Q dying... 😒😒 Mark my words, Picard is too repressed - this is going to pay off massively when we destroy Q at the end 🙃

"You're the monster in the dark" 😍 Oh, would you look at that - he's a. just played by the same GUY as Ducaine, which is a nice touch, and b. is another human who misunderstands the good intentions of benevolent aliens! Fuck's sake Jean-Luc... 🙄

I love this. Vulcans trying to be kind and removing his memory, and they're so stoic they must have looked so uncaring... 😍 And of course, Picard knows Vulcans very well indeed. ❤

This is lovely 😍

Hello First Contact music... this man's a MCU extra, bless him 😂

"The man who cried alien" 😆

"That our destinies run apart and together..." 😍 Also very Qcard...

"I almost can't wait to meet you." "Et moi aussi." 😍😍😍 Best friendship ever.

Interesting partnership here...

"You lose a daughter... you become godfather to a world." Oh GODDAMMIT Adam 😒😒

They're after Picard...

OH GOOD. WE'RE ASSIMILATING THE SAS NOW. 😂😂 Sweet hell, they're so fucked...

... Jesus. Bloody. Christ.

Celestial Rating: 10/10.

... Yes, alright Cindy - take my first ten, you awful woman. 😒😂 This is simply stunning character work, sparkling dialogue and some truly horrific foreshadowing - but you'll have to see my meta tomorrow for more on the matter... 😘

#star trek picard 2.8 #star trek picard spoilers #qcard (EVERYWHERE)#jean-luc picard #q of the continuum #cristobal rios #not lieutenant ducaine apparently #seven of nine #raffi musiker #elnor #agnes jurati #the borg queen #next week on picard: we inch ever closer to killing space john de lancie 😂😭#celestial live reacts #celestial reviews

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Word count: 1364 words

Warnings: None!

Pairing: boyfriend!Younghoon x genderneutral!reader

Genre: fluff

Plot: Summer has finally arrived and just like you did every single summer, it was time for you to grab your car and stuff and go on a camping trip. But this year was a bit different. The boy you met 2 years ago on a camping trip was now your boyfriend and you were going back to the camping where you met each other together.

Taglist -> @ningjunswifeu (ask me to be added!)

A/N: New drabble fro @kafenetwork bingo! ❤❤ Not gonna lie, this was so soft and I wish I could go on a camping trip with this kid 🤧😍 Hope you guys enjoy it ❤❤❤

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The soft summer breeze moved the pastel colored curtains that decorated the window of your bedroom, making them dance together beautifully and caresing your skin softly as it invaded your room. It was warm and cold at the same time, making you feel extremely comfy under the small blanket on your bed. The feeling of someone wrapping their arm around your body and lazily pulling you closer to their warm body made you wake up from your sweet dream. But as soon as you opened one of your eyes sleepy and met Younghoon’s soft snores right beside you, your face expression softened and turned from a grumpy one to a smiley one.

The boy was peacefully sleeping, enjoying the summer breeze as much as you were doing a few seconds ago. His eyelashes rested on his soft skin resembling butterfly wings ready to spread. His breath was soft and small snores escaped his pink-ish lips which were slightly parted. The scent of vanilla mixed with lavender scent from his chapstick and the bed sheets was a perfect mixture for lulling you back into sleep but not before placing a soft and lovely peck on Younghoon’s lips. “One more.” He mumbled right after you pecked his lips. You couldn’t help giggling at the boy's sudden comment and the way he was pouting even though his eyes remained closed. “Should I peck his lips once more? I don’t want to wake him up…” You said, acting like you haven’t noticed he was already awake. “Do it, he won’t mind.” He mumbled giggling, completely unable to hold back his laughter. You couldn’t help it and just like he was asking you, you leaned down once again and pressed another soft kiss on his lips. This time the kiss lasted a bit longer and he wasted no time in cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer. “I will never mind if you wake me up like this every morning.” He said breaking the kiss and finally opening his eyes to meet your shy gaze.

You have been dating Younghoon for 2 years now and you could definitely say they have been the best 2 years of your life. He was caring, kind, funny, lovely and a complete gentleman. You were 100% sure there wasn’t any other human being existing on earth you would rather wake up next to than Younghoon. And according to the way both of you met, it didn’t seem like you would last for much.

FLASHBACK.

The burning sun was warmly hitting your skin perfectly, making it gleam in a beautiful suntan tone. “Are you listening?” One of your friends said slightly slapping your arm and bringing you back to earth. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” You admitted. You’ve been kind of distracted these last few days due to a boy you met a few nights ago when you were walking around the camping on your own. And when you discovered he was staying with his group of friends in the tent next to yours, you couldn’t help zoning out whenever he came across with your gaze. “Why don’t you just talk to him?” One of your friends asked you indignantly. You really wanted to have a conversation with him but you have never been the kind of people to be really good at starting conversations and breaking the ice. After all, he was a complete stranger to you and you had no idea about him. Wouldn’t it be a bit awkward? Wouldn’t it be a bit creepy if you suddenly approached him out of the blue and introduced yourself?

END OF FLASHBACK.

Apparently it was in the very beginning, but when you accidentally overheard a conversation he was having with one of his friends talking about you, all your insecurities faded away. And look at you know, 2 years later sharing a happy life together and waking up next to each other every morning.

“We should get out of bed, it’s getting late.” You said, trying to get rid of his tight embrace but completely failing. The only thing you gained was a whimper and a tighter embrace. “Can’t we stay a little longer? I love being like this with you.” He said, his breath hitting your neck perfectly. He kind of had a point, you also loved being like that with him but you didn’t want to hear his complaints about traffic while you two started your well deserved holidays in the camping trip. “I swear if you complain even if it’s just once about traffic I'll hit you.” You announced laughing. He couldn’t help but agree with you and after a few more minutes of deciding who should get out of bed first and who loved each other more, both of you were finally out of your shared bed and preparing the last things you needed to pack before getting in your car and driving to your next stop.

The clock in your kitchen marked noon. “Are you sure we don’t forget anything?” Younghoon asked for the nth time. “I’m sure! Let’s go, it’s already noon and traffic is going to be terrible if you don’t hurry up.” You said grabbing your bags and already exiting your little apartment to head to the parking lot to get your car. For some reason, Younghoon seemed to forget something but he couldn’t really tell what it was. “Hurry up!!!” You shouted from your car, knocking him out of his thoughts. Finally, he just gave in and exited the apartment to meet you at the parking lot.

The drive was insane and the traffic was terribly bad. “I told you.” You scolded your boyfriend sending him a death glare. “Come on, it’s not that bad.” He said trying to downplay the fact of you two being stuck in traffic for almost an hour and half now. As soon as he met your gaze, he knew he had to do something to make you forget the fact of being stuck because of his lazy ass. “Just relax and enjoy our time together baby.” He said, turning on the radio with your favorite album and grabbing your hand right after. Somehow, he managed to remove the anger from your mind and soon you two were vibing to the music together as he placed random soft pecks on the back of your hand. You couldn’t feel more fortunate and more happy for having someone like him in your life.

After three long hours, you finally arrived at the camp. “It feels like it was yesterday when we met here.” Younghoon said, admiring the place as tons of memories started to pop up in his mind. You couldn’t have chosen a better place to celebrate your second anniversary and the summer holidays rather than the place where you both met. “Time really flies… I can’t believe we have been dating for 2 years already when at first it seemed like it would be like a short summer love story.” You confessed, grabbing his hand and hugging him by his arm as you admired the place as well. “I love you.” He said, looking down at you and pulling your bodies closer. “I love you too.” You said before standing on your tiptoes and reaching his lips to peck them softly. “I have something for you.” He suddenly said.

You were surprised by his sudden words and you followed him closely to the trunk where all your bags were. You scanned every single move he made and lost no track of his delicate movements while he looked for what he had prepared for you. “Shit… I forgot it!!! I told you we were forgetting something!!” He said, raising his hands and ruffling his hair desperate. “How was I supposed to know that!” You complained. You were actually right and felt kind of sad about him forgetting your little gift but you couldn’t help giggling at how cute he looked when he was mad.

Guess you’ll have to wait until your holidays are over to see what he had prepared for you. SPOILER: It was a beautiful ring with your names on it and the date you met on it as well.

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