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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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Can we get another Jack champion x reader fluff or angst?

I hope you like this! It's a little short because I'm still trying to get used to writing specifically for him and not Ethan haha.

Where I Left You - Jack Champion x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jack breaks up with you, but immediately realizes his mistake, so he tries to get you back.

Contains: Angst, Fluff, I cuss in everything I write, sorry haha

A/N: I tried, y'all. lmao

When you got the text from Jack that he wanted to talk, you were so excited to hear his voice. When he answered, you didn’t hear his normal happy tone, his voice was a little sad as he started to speak.

“I think we need to break up,” he said, his words like a punch to your stomach. You couldn’t believe this was why he wanted to call you. “This long-distance shit is just so hard.”

“Jack, we’ve been together for almost a year…and now you all of a sudden just want to break up?” you asked, your voice starting to crack as you fought to hold it together. “You knew distance was going to be tough, but you said we’d work through it.”

“I thought I could. My filming schedule is just so crazy. It’s not fair to you that you barely hear from me,” he sighed, “I’ve only spoken to you for an hour in total over the last three weeks. I can’t be the boyfriend you deserve.”

You were starting to get a little frustrated. “I understood going in to this relationship that it wouldn’t be easy, Jack. Shit, I even got a plane ticket to come surprise you during the few off days you have next week.”

“Wait, really?” he asked, “Babe, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise,” you said, rolling your watery eyes, “I’m an idiot for being so excited to see you when you’re okay just dumping me over the phone. I guess this relationship didn’t mean much to you.”

“Babe-“ was all he got out before you hung up.

Jack’s heart was racing as he heard the beeping from the call being ended, the regret and guilt instantly weighing heavy on his chest.

“Fuck,” he sighed, as he tried to call you back. The call went straight to voicemail, his anxiety getting worse by the second as he thought about how badly he’d just messed up.

He loved you, he really did, but he hated that he couldn’t be what he thought you needed. His thoughts had been running crazy in his head for weeks, not knowing what the best thing to do was, but now that he’d ended the relationship, he knew this option wasn’t the right one.

Seeing your dedication to him and wanting to come surprise him during his off days gave him an idea, a way to try to fix his mistake. He got a plane ticket to come see you, hoping you’d give him the time of day once he got there.

You’d barely left your room for almost a week, binging rom-coms and hating how the couple always ended up together when you were so heartbroken, but you felt like you needed a reminder that not all relationships end in heartbreak. Even if it was all fake.

You had your phone on ‘Do not disturb’, seeing all of the texts, missed calls, and voicemails from Jack whenever you decided to check your phone. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say, because you were so hurt. How could he just give up on the relationship instead of just talking to you about it first?

You heard a knock on your front door, happily going over to open it because you thought it was the food you’d ordered. Your face dropped when you saw Jack nervously standing in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, noticing a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Can you please hear me out?” he asked, his eyes pleading with yours as he stood there.

“Why should I?” you asked, “You can’t just show up with flowers and expect me to want to talk to you.”

“I know I messed up…please,” he sighed. You hesitated for a few seconds, before stepping aside so he could walk in. As sad as you were, you missed him so much.

“Thank you for the flowers,” you said, as he handed them to you. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Us,” he sighed, “I didn’t know what to do.”

“Maybe the right thing would’ve been you talking to me before you made your decision to end things,” you said, sitting down on the couch, “because I would’ve told you how dumb of an idea it was.”

“I know it was. I knew the second you hung up,” he said, sitting down beside you, “I thought it was the right thing to do. How fair is it for you to have a boyfriend that can only talk to you for a few minutes at night before bed? You deserve so much more than that.”

“You think that, but you are what’s best for me. I love you regardless of if you have time to talk to me or not. I understand that you’re busy,” you said, as he nodded.

“I can’t believe I ever thought letting you go was the right thing to do. I love you so much…this has been the hardest week,” he said, as he started to get a little choked up. “I’m so sorry. Would you ever give me another chance?”

You started to feel your broken heart piece itself back together in your chest, but you were still worried that he’d just want to break up again, and you weren’t sure if you could put yourself through it.

“I don’t know, Jack. You really hurt me,” you sighed, feeling your eyes start to water as you thought back to all the different emotions you’d felt over the last week.

“One of the things you said during that phone call keeps replaying in my head…when you said the relationship didn’t mean much to me…that’s not true. I want this. I want to be with you. If you need time to think about it, I understand,” he sighed as he started to stand up. “I should probably go.”

He made his way towards the door as you stood up and followed him. Once you got close enough, you grabbed his hand. He turned around to face you, his chin quivering as he tried so hard not to cry in front of you.

“You need to stop walking away the second you feel like you can’t handle something,” you said, reaching up to wipe the single tear that slid down his cheek. “I love you. We can try this again, but only if you promise me you won’t dump me again.”

“I love you too, baby,” he said, as he leaned down to kiss you. “I see a future with you. I’m not going to fuck this up again.”

“A future, huh?” you asked, a smile playing on your lips as he nodded.

“This week wouldn’t have hurt so much if we weren’t meant to be together,” he said, as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him again. “I’m not saying I want to get married tomorrow, but just know that I want that with you someday.”

“I’d like that,” you said, “I can’t believe you flew out here. I’m sure you needed the rest.”

“I needed you more.”

#jack champion x reader #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic

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kittyball23 · 4 months

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apologies if this has already been asked,, HOWEVER - who is your favourite character from each movie - [and if you want] from the tv serieses? id love to know! love your work:)

Hi! This is a good question, I had to take a minute to consider this, but here’s what I think:

Overall out of all three movies, I want to say that Branch prevails as my favorite character. I liked his recluse nature in the first one, wanting to keep to himself and not talk to people if he could help it (a similarity he and I kinda share lmao). I like seeing how he’s been gaining happiness and friends throughout each movie, and it’s needless to say that his relationship with Poppy is so, so sweet 💖

In World Tour, the two I really enjoyed were Tiny Diamond and Hickory. Tiny Diamond I think worked better in part 2 than he did in 3 since because of the limitation of his scenes. Idk, I feel like it worked better in the delivery of his jokes, if that makes some sense.

I like Hickory’s southern charm, and still wish that were a scene where Poppy forgives him (the dude felt pretty bad about what he did to her)

In Trolls Band Together, I liked the bros, but almost wish that they had a little more depth. I get there was only so much you could pack into a 90-minute movie, but I guess the samples of their personalities that we got were good

I also liked the jokes they did for Velvet and Veneer (and admittedly my brain continues to equal them to Sharpay and Ryan aakosdgmaiepnhapoeunh)

I haven’t actually seen either show, so I can’t say my opinion on the characters there, but anyhow, that’s what I think about the films 🙂

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satocidal · 8 months

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𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ Unfortunately, Yours

↳ Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Episode 2:-

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Synopsis: It is when the birth right is snatched from your hands that your eyes truly ever open—especially when it’s always been there, right in your grasp. The Throne was yours, that was the truth promised and yet- yet your fate lay sealed with a certain Gojo. With an arranged marriage set in plan, alongs sets the plan of murder—within a wife who wants the throne and a husband who wants nothing but power, but suffers with them the present and the future of other two—especially when the lies of the past start surfacing.

— Word count: 3.5k

— A/n: First things first, I’m so glad you guys like the first one because ajahkahaka the comments? So lovely. Second, this chapter is ig has…more depth? Idk lmao and and I’m kind of confused to as how you guys would like the fic—Royal and 18th century based? Or Royal and 21st century based?

— Warnings: Gojo shames reader for being virgin; mentions of cameras; illegal filming; reader is naked and gojo is partially naked; just gojo being a jerk here tbh<3

The ride back home was quiet- slow, heavy.

Two ends of the car, the two doors you two sat by- separated in between with all that was to be offered. Fingers played with the hem of your gown- you hadn’t shed a single tear, all spent already—while your sister let out a few, your mother none and your maids all too many.

The music your driver played was slow, a decent hum you supposed- he seemed a talkative man at that too-“I must say, M’lady, if allowed,” he paused and you eyed him, “It’s a blessing to have you as our bride,”

Our.

The word somehow found its way around you all the time—‘our daughter’, your family had said- ‘and now ours’, the Gojos had responded.

A gift passed hand to hand.

You smiled, “The pleasure’s all mine sir,” you smiled kindly—hands grip tightening on the bouquet beside you.

The rest of the ride was no more a blur than your wedding, it was late—exhausting.

Your eyes zoomed past the many trees, the road- a hefty conversation about taxes the driver initiated with Satoru—you couldn’t care less.

But you did care about him.

A certain charm he’d carried, a certain flair to it—just something and a lot of it too. You very wary, yes, Father had taught you better than this- he wasn’t honest. And you guessed, never would be, not for the longest time at least.

But you couldn’t help it- a moth to a flame and yet you watched as the wax that tipped away.

You were however sure of one thing, your plan- the perfect little plan crafted along the counts of the gazillion stars- he wouldn’t let it be that simple.

But enough we’re the thoughts of a man that wasn’t to be yours, enough thoughts of a man you weren’t supposed to know much of—enough to let your eyes wander back at the white haired man—your husband.

The car halted just then- you were there, the Gojo Mansion—your home- no, your house.

Shy glances spared, a lick of the lips- you could taste your sister’s lip gloss still, strawberry —you weren’t sure what it was called- you never cared enough.

Satoru stepped out himself—you paused, not sure if he’d open the door for you—Father always did.

You waited and waited, his silhouette never moved so the Driver did—a kind man, you presumed him to be. With the gown a heavy set and shoes that bled your ankles anyways you stepped into the chilly night—the mansion, a dream, a ghost.

It was dark, the mansion built secluded- garden, large; a fountain resided in it too- unnecessary, you mused—a fence and a couple 100 guards— white, marble, orthodox. Your eyes narrowed- the moon was bright that night- the mansion reflected it beautifully. You despised it.

Yours was the last to arrive, the other cars parked outside- of course, formalities and lies, smiles and frowns- weddings.

Your mother-in-law, she rode the blue—The Gojo colour the tabloids had called it- now yours too.

Suguru rode in black- it was his, always. Up until your wedding, Satoru rode it too but as traditions went, Satoru’s new colour was White.

Yours and his.

Reflective, pensive, beautiful and pure.

“Come,” he ushered you inside finally- but you were already there, no? In there house- a month ago itself.

He was never around when you dropped by, calculated of course- shy smiles and elegant touches, you’d never gotten so close as to see his room- you were grateful but mothers, his and yours, they were persuasive enough.

You walked quietly beside him, equals, the law had defined you now. Equal footing.

Satoru Gojo didn’t bother much, or at all and you realised the first night of your wedding, none of the Gojos did. The first step inside was hollow, quiet, empty. The living room a dark hall and the pictures- a display of what these people could be in front of cameras.

His footsteps were heavy, your gown heavier, and your heart.

A thud you heard behind you- Suguru came to your vision, his smile first.

“Suguru,” you murmured, eyes seeking after Satoru instantly, you felt lost.

“M’lady,” he grinned, chills danced along your spine—“Satoru,” he nodded towards his best friend—“Glad to see you’ve reached safely- I’d be worried had something happened to either of you,” only the faint light in the corner lit up the room- cynical- your eyes narrowed.

“I’d have hoped it would,” exhausted was he? Perhaps, you supposed for he didn’t even care enough to hide his desperation, his frustration of the wedding- your eyes narrowed further.

“Why Suguru,” you reciprocated his gaunt smile, “We have your blessings on us, and the family’s right? Nothing could ever…” you let your words trail away, you stood vulnerable—not a single weapon in hand, you’d felt naked all night.

“Nothing of course,” he nodded, reassuringly- reassuring himself.

A cough- sudden, Satoru’s—“Come,” he repeated, leading the way this time, finally to his room—and just something in you hardened; nervous, you followed him.

You stood there, quiet in his room—unsure.

A month had gone in the preparation—the wedding, your stances, your elegance, your beauty. A month to perfect your youth and yet not a single person crept in to tell you of what was, perhaps, the most important part, at least it seemed to be.

Your husband was gone a decent 15 minutes, you stood there blankly—would he do it? Your heart raced.

Has he done it before? Why, of course he must have. But pity befell you all together, a life time spent in living after your father’s potential, all that was yours was gone. Privacy and curiosity of self—gone.

The bathroom door snapped open, sudden, your eyes rushed on to it—hands clammy and beats, faster—his brows raised.

“What are you doing?”

You didn’t know.

Silence you offered him—a hand raking through his wet hair he responded with—a bathe, you realised he’d taken.

But evident it was, with his black sweatpants and dark blue shirt, oversized even for him—the one Suguru had gifted him years ago draped over his body, a towel resting upon his shoulders.

“Sorry,” you muttered quietly, “the luggage confused me,” you lied through your teeth—embarrassing was the fact you’d stood all straight, unmoving in his thoughts and yours.

He hummed—“Strip,” his voice a command, your eyes watched him slowly.

“What,” you mumbled—not believing him—not wanting to believe him.

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t act like you’ve never…” he paused, a brow raising, “Have you ever?”

You found yourself shaking your head—face warming up and embarrassment flooding you.

You weren’t truly sure what you’d have expected of him—not compassion, no—but then… a chuckle was not quite it.

“You’ve never had sex?” And all too suddenly, his voice sounded ten times louder—and an immeasurable times cockier—“A prude, aren’t ya? Bet you are,” he grinned- your heart sank.

You bit your lip, the gown and it’s accessories digging into your plush skin—uncomfortable you stood your ground.

“Kissed? You must’ve kissed someone?” You felt your voice get shaky even when you hadn’t spoken a word- your silence, he presumed to be denial.

Another chuckle—your eyes were moist.

“Oh bless my heart,” he chuckled, “I scored myself a virgin Hm?” Amused- he found you amusing, a toy.

You wanted to fight back- you wanted to shout, scream but when tears streaked your face, because you knew they would, you were unsure to how serious he’d deem you.

A silence enveloped the two of you as he let himself get comfortable on his bed- his- “Tell me darling,” he purred, “Ever touch yourself? Or waited your Daddy to teach you that too?”

Your face downturned- it didn’t show him your baffled expression- you were hurt, raged, saddened, a mess.

“Shut it,” you whispered- he laughed.

“You really were daddy’s princess Hm?” He’d gotten up now, so did his impeding pace- “So, gonna strip for me now darlin’?”

Only your disgusted eyes met him- “you’re pathetic,” you rasped- feet worked fast to move away- your night suit grabbed, the new one, the one your mother packed forcefully and how wished she’d have helped you through this too—your door locked.

The light in the dressing was low—it could’ve been better, you made a mental note to have it changed too, your hefty hands craft fully took off your gown- heart aching, mind a mess and gasping for space.

Your fingers slowly took off everything, everything but the ring remained — vouched at least to not be throw away on the night of your union; a steady rhythm of “don’t cry” repeating in your mind.

You sighed- eyes not daring to look at yourself once in the mirror—ashamed you continued, exhausted limbs slowly carried upon your form the silk suit. Your eyes landed upon your makeup, your hair—you weren’t very sure on the process of getting it off, you tried your best.

The hair was left as is, too afraid you were to tangle it and the make up drained by the clog as you washed your face twice, any and every sign of your tears gone—you finally stepped out—Satoru was awake, hands that typed fast on his phone came to a halt.

The smirk, the boyish kind adorned him again—“Thought I told ya’ to strip princess,”

You didn’t reply, you didn’t want to- mayhaps you couldn’t.

You frowned shortly—“Wouldn’t want a manwhore like you to touch me,”

Voice all the more cocky, “You should feel blessed darlin’”

His grin—his empty attempt of saving his reputation at your words was nothing short of unnerving- your jaw clenched.

You moved slowly towards his bed—about to climb in when—“What are you doing?”

You didn’t know. Was it some tradition you didn’t know- your mind ran fast—“wouldn’t wanna sleep with a man-whore either right?”

Silence—you licked your lips.

“But I’m generous sweety,” he chuckled, “the floor must be as comfortable as ever,” with that he nodded, lights switched off all too soon—indication of the end of the conversation.

And when all was said and done, your body found itself pressed on the hard ground — back aching, mind more so —heart broken already. Never expected your marriage to be great, you hadn’t but this certainly was not it.

A tear fell down your eye, this time a loud sob too- you weren’t ashamed anymore, not in the presence of man you didn’t care about you whatsoever. Eyes red and pillow wet by them too—you slowly drifted to slumber unwanted.

In moments such for you guessed there were more to come, you hated him.

The morning was bleak, the morning was shy.

“Morning,” a voice chirped- your fingers moved to grab your blade- none to be found, in fact now that your consciousness lay awake , you realised you weren’t laying on the ground you slept on.

A duvet wound around you and a pillow under your head—tears dry and measly.

“Morning,” you rasped—mind instantly drifting onto him—your plan—the mansion—“Sato’s practicing out there with Master Gojo,”

Eyes narrowed at her words—Sato?

Presumed to be her personal assistant, you looked up—mid 50s you assumed her age to be, short, rounded and pretty.

Humming to her words, you slowly got up—all too aware of her wandering eyes to your white bed sheets—meant to be painted red last night.

“How was the night?” Voice sweet, she chuckled quick—“Fine,” you replied and perhaps it was just fine in some sense of it.

She grinned at your words—brows you raised with an element of surprise when she handed you warm water, “For your throat baby,”

You nodded.

Your eyes followed her quietly as she shuffled around the room, working quick to gather Satoru’s daily attire—“He’s a good kid,” she said softly, “A little rough on the edge but you’ll be soon a part of him,” her smile was nice—you didn’t favour much, that which was considered nice.

You walked slowly around the bed—“You’ll go to meet him right?” An internal groan let out—you didn’t want to meet anyone, let alone him of all—mind too preoccupied with other thoughts as is.

“I’m not…” you paused, the excuse on the tip of your tongue, “uh- not freshened up,” a wholesome chuckle left her- you couldn’t help smile at her smile too.

“It’s not the fifties sweety,” she grinned, “I’m sure your husband can handle you in the morning after a decent night,” your face felt hot—your husband—his wife.

You nodded, a lick of the lips—“I’ll be there soon,”

She nodded now—“you know the way sweetcheeks?” Your heart warmed at her constant nicknames, “Yes…” your voice faltered, embarrassed slightly to not know the kind woman—“Kanao,” she smiled.

You smiled back.

Footsteps were oh so light as you walked, hair matted- shame left in that room as you walked- the simple art of walking, Father called it.

Walk along the hundred servants you did- half didn’t acknowledge you, half didn’t know you—and so you walked. The kitchen and then the garden—little cameras you’d planted everywhere, you smiled.

Intact.

A month since you’d begun your little charade—harmless really, in a way for you’d never release these videos—not unless it was necessary of course—it was self defence really.

5 in the kitchen and you had full knowledge of every cabinet and the rat poison’s the Gojos stored, the sharpness of each knife memorised; 3 in Kana Gojo’s bedroom—blackmail after all was taught to you hefty—your heart jumped at the letters she’d bring in the room, intel of yours knew the contents of all.

But only you did—not your father here nor your sister; this was your fight.

You’d checked every room you’d planted those cameras in—grateful to every lesson your Father implanted in your head—two room remained.

The dining and Your Father-in-law, Ginji’s—hand grasped onto the handle, you turned it—“M’lady?” You’d have jumped if not for a childhood spent in training your nerves—you smiled politely, confusion masking your expressions.

“Suguru,” you exclaimed—“This is the recreation room, yes?” Lies fell from your tongue sharp, easy.

His brows furrowed, “No?”

“No?” You mirrored his expressions—Father used to call you the perfect mime.

His brows raised—“That’s…Master Gojo’s Room?” Your pretence would’ve caught most, not him, but he smiled all the more—“Satoru’s down, here, let me take you,”

You knew he knew and you smiled just the same—“Yes please,”

Hands held behind his back, he walked swift—eyes downcast, whispers in his shadows—loud.

Suguru Geto, the assassin, some called him, the generous one—the others.

Neither shared a word until he finally halted, “Here it is,” door opened ajar—a slight scent of musk prevalent.

You peeked in—men and women alike—practicing all the same—no classes held, no power.

Sheer strength and agility.

Your eyes were quick to find him, towering most he stood—your eyes widened still, bare chested.

You’d seen men such all the time- Father trained you well after all, but those men weren’t supposed to be your husband- those men were different. Suguru seemed to have caught that still, a smirk plastered on his lips- “Most his girls have that reaction,”

Words mistaken, he realised quick, “My apologies M’lady,” eyes not daring to meet your amused expression- you chuckled, “I’m sure you have the same effect Suguru.” With that, you left him standing back, a smile on his face too.

Seduction lay at your finger tips—ironic was the fact; mastered weaponry in your other hand—result of nights and days spent crying in pain.

“Y/n,” a voice boomed loud—your father-in-law, you grinned, “Father,” you called him—as you had been for a month now.

“Here to watch the loser?” He laughed- always the chummy kind he was, “kind of here for the star of the show,” you wink at him, “Which is you of course,”

It was light hearted banter- a here and there which never mattered, he was different, far too different from your father.

“Why of course, but pray tell- is it today I get to set my eyes on your skills? I’ve heard much too praise to believe it,”

No.

Your smiled pursed—“If the King so orders My Lord,” you bowed your head slightly—words charming enough, “I’ve seen your mind Y/n,” he mused, “It’s beautiful,” no, it was dangerous- it was brilliant, you knew that.

“But the old heart craves to see the spin of your hand, the control on your swords—vicious, don’t they call you?”

A flick of the dagger embedded into your slip on gown—the one you’d hid quick from Suguru, the one you’d had crafted just for yourself, the one which was yours—a single swish and the King would be dead.

“My lord,” you bit your lips, “Are you sure the word was for your sweet daughter-in-law?” His laugh boomed again—“Humble Hm?”

You scoffed—“Dad,” face whipped to come to contact with Satoru, you looked away instantly, “You’ve got her blushing already kid?”

Lips bit you turned away slightly, fingers curled hard—“Wouldn’t want her showing you nothing today dad,” Satoru grinned as he sat down, a short breath exhaled as he sipped water, “Too sore after last night,” your face heated up at his comments- widening eyes stared at his hair.

Ginji merely chuckled away, leaving you two behind—“Loser,” Suguru mumbled, smacking his head—“Have some shame,” Suguru didn’t meet your eyes.

Interesting a man, you deemed him.

“My wife, my rules yeah?” Satoru stared at your feet—your eyes trained on his sweat lined shirt—riveting an action, he tickled your mind just a certain way.

You sat in his bed, it was tall- long- meant to suit his size, you felt small. Hands clasped onto your bath gown you waited for Satoru to get back, “Stay in the room,” his words seemed a warning then.

Satoru didn’t bother being nice anymore, he hadn’t at all even in the beginning but the facade was dropped all too soon as he pushed you into the room.

“Are you out of your damn mind?” His voice a whisper, sharp—“Why did you go out there?”

No issues traced your mind to your stepping outside—his tone enraging you all the more—never one to take unnecessary issues at hand, your forehead ticked, “I don’t see the issue dear husband,”

“Blinded by your own stupidity?” A smirk rested on his face quick- peculiar was the sudden change, “Alright whatever,” he scoffed, “Breakfat is a certain time,” —8:35 a.m., you had the time memorised—“they’ll expect you at the table by then,”

Eyes drifted to the clock, both of yours—it was 8:05 a.m.

“Let me go first,” not a request, more so a command.

He snorted—“Alright, here’s rule no. 1: never tell me what to do because I do not listen to the likes of you,”

Your jaw clenched— before you could add your own insult, he grinned—“Should’ve never stepped out of the room, should you baby? Tried at being a good little bride and actually done your job—prodding little bitch aren’t ya?”

Blood boiled inside you, hands curled into fists, tempted all too much to land a punch—“get out off my way,” through gritted teeth your words fell—never so patient with your own family.

A shake off his head had you regretting your own patience—“Two options,” he mused and turned around- entering the bathroom, ushering you outside still.

“Either you wait, have your privacy and ruin your first breakfast here or,” he eyed you softly, “bathe beside me. I won’t join you but you’ll have to do it within my presence,” all too sure if the fact that you’d never choose the later, he cackled.

The door almost locked at your face when you dropped your gown—naked you stood, his brows raised.

Fighting all urges to be embarrassed you stepped into the shower- eyes down cast, not a single attempt to hide your form—we are married now, you reminded yourself, we are one.

Satoru watched you amused for a second too long- eyes lingering and then swept away as if you didn’t matter, as if he didn’t care—your heart ached at the ignorance.

Shy hands lathered your own body, eyes drifting to his torso—your scars complimented his, you hated yours but his seemed so gorgeous.

Everything but his torso covered, yours naked—your eyes danced along his form, his never at you. The power play was simple.

Swift hands pulled the razor—he shaved quick, you washed your body faster, biting your lips when he didn’t spare a single glance back. You didn’t crave validation from most, Father was enough but these were matters beyond that- not a little girl you remained, someone’s wife. Heart raced at the thought of your naked form in front of him—in front of anyone for that matter.

A first for you, nth for him—you didn’t matter, your heart had presumed—never be pretty enough for him, you consoled. A heart begged for some recognition and you got none, a towel wrapped around you as you stepped outside—glad you were that hiding tears in the shower was easy a feat enough.

Satoru stood in—finally allowing himself to shower, the room scented of your perfume, your maids worked quick on your make up- your eyes laying bare, a new topic for their idle gossip.

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faeriecap · 29 days

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okay i know i’ve literally said this 8000 times in a variety of different posts before but it really bums me out that mcu only started giving sam what feels like actual, valued screen time after removing steve rogers from the equation specifically because their friendship was such a crucial part of the captain america narrative, both within the comics and the films! maybe i’m wrong because it’s been a long time since i’ve watched the trilogy and years since i saw fatws, but it seems to me like sam is constantly going out of his way to help and support steve, and despite the very genuine connection between them we get on screen, we never actually get to see steve giving sam that same support back or reciprocating the friendship he receives in quite the same sense??

like… literally what does steve ever do for sam that doesnt in some way also stem from or end up benefiting him? all the missions they go on and stuff get him his wings back and induct him unofficially into the avengers sure, but that all ties back to steve and his needs, his ultimate character progression throughout all three films. in cacw steve breaks him out of the raft but it’s also kind of his fault sam is even there in the first place (despite the accords being wrong and steve being right to resist them). even when he takes up sams mantle so to speak (apparently “in his honor”) by leading support groups, all he can talk about his his stupid ex situationship from decades ago who died of completely unrelated natural causes and not the two beloved companions who gave their lives trying to fight with and for him? and then of course sam’s just gone for most of steve’s final scenes. i get they intended for sam to be a supporting character at the time, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t EVER be the focus of some scenes nor that steve couldn’t be supportive???

when it finally comes down to focus on sam, just sam, steve dumps a shield on him he might not even really want with very little consideration for any personal implications or risks it might pose and then ABANDONS HIM. APPARENTLY FOREVER. to figure out what he even intended for sam to do and then derive his own meaning from it virtually by himself and almost IMMEDIATELY after sam just came back from being dead for five years too?! only to instantly end up fighting steve’s battles one more time for. old times sakes. i guess. lmao what a way to repay such devotion and love

this post is in no way me trying to deny the validity of sam wilson as captain america nor suggest he at all doesn’t deserve the shield so if you’re here to comment that crap save yourself the time and block me rn; i absolutely think he does but the circumstances in which he received it were really shitty and lack virtually any regard for his actual wants or needs as a character and a person… you know… again

#he can’t even let him win at running 😭#sam sat vigil by his bedside while he was comatose and steve’s just like omg bestie tysm now here’s all my fucking baggage yw <3 #i speak #steeb #sammich #samsteve #anti mcu #fatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #falcon and the winter soldier #captain america #steve rogers #sam wilson #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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roamwithahungryheart · 10 months

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15 questions and 15 mutuals

I was tagged by @mexicangela @boobiebaguettebouquet @hart-kinsella & @movrings 💖

Were you named after anyone?

I was almost named after someone but it changed because the name 'sounded too old'. I was almost an 80 year old baby 😂

When was the last time you cried?

Full-on cried? Probably months ago. I got a little teary watching Black Panther: Wakanda Forever recently though.

Do you have kids?

No, but I'd like to one day. But that's a whole other complicated issue.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yep. If I ever stop being sassy, assume I'm dead.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Physically? Their eyes. Personality-wise, their sense of humor and the way they laugh.

What's your eye color?

Blue.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Both. Both is good. I like being scared, but I also hate being scared...and I think I speak for everyone when I say you can't beat a good rom-com!!!

Any special talents?

Hmmm, apparently I can throw my voice and it freaks people out - that's my theater training in action babyyy!!! 😂

Where were you born?

In the words of Bruce Springsteen, I was born in the USA (sorry).

What are your hobbies?

I hate this question so much because I always have this moment of staring wistfully into the middle distance like 'what is a hobby?' lmao BUT I guess I'd have to say writing, playing the piano, video games (just finished Resident Evil: Village and about to get onto the DLC)

Have any pets?

Three chaotic dogs - one of them has emotional problems so fireworks are his arch enemy (but so are trucks, the doorbell, wine corks, balloons, the vacuum....I could go on)

What sports do you play/have you played?

Tennis, badminton, lacrosse, hockey, but not anymore! I'm more of a yoga/pilates gal these days.

How tall are you?

5 ft 2. SMOL.

Favorite subject in school?

English & Drama.

Dream job?

Writer for TV & Film, although I have a few novels left in me yet - although I do think about getting into interior design staging every now and then. Either way it comes down to something creative & flexible (like me 😏)

I'm tagging (if you feel like it!): @existential-labrador @biscuitboxpink @stephaniejuhnay @angelofmusings @targaryenvampireslayer @babyjakes @winter2112rose @cardierreh15 @whiskeyncoke-redux @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @sarcastic-coffeedrinker @thelastsock @sillyrabbit81 @inlovewithhisblueeyes @gyllenhaalstories

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lemon-boy-stan · 2 years

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"HIS” – LEE TAEYONG x READER.

summary: taeyong has been in love with the reader ever since kindergarten, but recently, the reader has been infatuated with someone else - his close friend johnny, who is known throughout the school as a notorious fuckboy. taeyong doesn’t believe johnny deserves you, and makes his views clear. is there more to his steeliness? or is he just being an asshole? genre: angst, smut, fluff. pairing: nct lee taeyong x reader; side nct johnny suh x reader.

warnings: mean!jealous yong, fuckboy!dickhead johnny, non-consensual consumption of alcohol (thanks, mark), conflicted reader, reader doesn’t know what she wants, reader fucks both johnny and taeyong, use of the word cunt once or twice, fingering, penetration, swearing, sexual refrences, mentions of incest (they watch game of thrones), angry yong.

a/n: so this is my first nct fic! it’s been a while since i’ve written smut and it’s like, 5k+ of porn lmao (yeah, it took me three days don’t judge meeee). it’s actually very sweet, towards the end. you’ll just have to take my word for it. feedback and comments are appreciated! copyright 2022 under @lemon-boy-stan. i do not allow my works to be copied, translated, or distributed in any form.

Taeyong rolled his eyes. Your jaw gaped open in disbelief as he said, "it's been only five minutes and you've still managed to bring up Johnny. Seriously, Y/N. Do you talk about anything else? Ever since Yuta's party…" another eye-roll.

A hurt expression crept its way onto your face, "I'm sorry. I just really like him. I don't really have anyone else to talk to about these things. I thought you were fine with it; it's okay. So, how's things with Jenny?"

Taeyong sighed now, "no, I'm sorry. You should be able to talk about people you like. And… she's fine, I guess. We broke up. A few days ago, actually. Gosh, has it been that long already?" Taeyong laughed heartlessly. You blinked in shock. "Jesus, Yong," you said softly, "I've been talking so much about my love life we never get to talk about yours. Are you okay? Did… what happened?"

Taeyong shrugged, "nothing all that bad. We just weren't in love anymore. She found someone else, I found…" he looked away, his voice drifting off.

"It's okay, Yongie," you said softly. "You've got me, right? I still love you." you did, and you meant it. You were sure you'd never stop loving him, but you knew it wasn't the kind of love he needed. He looked back at you and grinned, "yeah, I do. So, what did Johnny do now that you're so in love with him?"

And your eyes lit up sven though you blushed sheepishly, "he wore all black today. And he said hi to me." Taeyong chortled loudly, "oh my god, Y/N. You fucking simp." you gave him a seething look, "I'm the simp? You're the one who married me in kindergarten! And don't forget you proposed!" you shoved him lightly and he grinned again.

"Love birds!" shouted a loud, brash voice, "we have arrived!" Mark, Yuta, Haechan, Jaehyun and Johnny made their way over. Taeyong gave Johnny a sour look and took his tray, moving to the other side of the table and putting it down next to yours. Yuta's girlfriend, Rachel, came over to the table and sat down next to him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Hi, boys," she said cheerily, "Y/N. Johnny." she regarded the two of you separately, and Johnny curled his lip in that beautiful say he did as the two of you spoke synchronized, "hi Rachel." Yuta didn't appear to notice his girlfriend checking Johnny out. Taeyong did, though. And he scowled.

Mark was seeing how far he could throw wadded-up bits of paper at the other table. Haechan was filming it and snickering. Yuta and Rachel were attached to each other, and Johnny and Jaehyun were talking about a party that was happening on Thursday. It appeared that now Taeyong was ignoring you, and had taken an interest to scowling at Johnny's waterbottle.

Johnny turned to you from his conversation, "Y/N. Want to come over on Thursday?" and your heart flipped before your shoulders slumped. "Ah, sorry, I can't; I'm spending the night at -" and now Taeyong was paying attention again, "at my house." snapping the words, killing all hopes of future group conversations.

Mark snorted before looking down at his phone. Jaehyun closed his mouth awkwardly. Haechan turned back around to face the table. Yuta and Rachel detached themselves from each other. Obviously, there was some sort of feud going on that you didn't know about.

Rachel tutted softly before getting up, "alright, well, there's too much testosterone flying around," she looked at you pointedly, "I'm off. There's only a few minutes to the bell anyway." Yuta pouted, "babe." Rachel shrugged, looking again in your direction. He sighed defeatedly and shrugged.

Johnny scowled at Taeyong, "Jesus, okay man. Didn't know you were so keen to get your -" but Johnny didn't get to finish. Taeyong dove across the table, and Rachel stared in horror, shocked at the sudden outburst. Had the breakup really been that bad? Taeyong was never angry. He hated violence, despised conflict.

Yet still, there he was, gripping Johnny's shirt in his clenched fists. Your Taeyong, who cried in sad movies. Your Taeyong, who got yelled at multiple times to "grow up and be a man". This was not your Taeyong!

Mark sat back, affronted. "Ayo, man." Taeyong looked at him, a fire kindling in his eyes. "Chill the fuck out. People are looking." and it was true. Most of the heads in the cafeteria had turned. Taeyong scoffed, "I don't care." your eyes began to water, "Yongie. Don't." and Taeyong sighed, releasing Johnny. "Fine."

The bell rang, and the heads turned back to their tables, starting new conversations about a topic you were sure they were talking about. Taeyong took his tray and got up, "come on Y/N." you sucked in a breath as Johnny crossed his arms, "so you'll listen to your -" but Jaehyun snapped his head up, "shut up, Johnny." and Johnny scowled.

Mark got up too, "I'll come with you. Better accompany Mr. Angry over here before he decides to beat someone else up." that earned a laugh. Mark always knew how to break the ice. Taeyong glared at him, but at least most of the tension was gone.

Johnny, Jaehyun, Haechan and Yuta walked in the other direction, you were sure you heard Johnny muttering, "fucker must be menstruating or something," as they left.

You were at the hallway when you brought it up softly. You couldn't avoid the topic forever. "Yong…" your voice drifted off, "what was that?" Taeyong huffed steamily, "he's an asshole, that's all." you crossed your arms at this, "no he's not! I don't see what your problem with him is! You're never violent! You just suddenly…" your breath hitched. "Don't cry," snapped Taeyong bluntly, "I just don't think you should date him. He says disgusting things."

Your jaw dropped open again, "excuse me?" Taeyong didn't flinch. "There, I said it. He's an asshole and you shouldn't date him. He'll just break your heart. Haven't you seen the girls he sleeps with? You'll just be another one of his fucks." and the anger spread into your system. Who did he think he was? And that was what you said.

"EXCUSE YOU, LEE TAEYONG! YOU'VE GOT NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHO I CAN AND CAN'T FUCK! YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" you clenched your fists, the fire in your eyes burning as Taeyong's expression turned stony. "You're right," he said coldly, "I'm not. Go on, then. Date him. See what it does to you." then he walked into the classroom and slammed the door.

Your body shook, and you shoved your head into your hands, but Mark caught you. "It's okay, it's okay," he said as you cried, and you realized that it was always Taeyong who comforted you.

Taeyong didn't speak to you for two days, and on Wednesday, the only time he came up to you was to cancel plans for Thursday. "Thursday's off," he spoke in the same cold tone as he had on Monday, "so you can go fuck Johnny if you want. I'm spending the night with Isabel."

The hurt crept into you, "but Thursday's our movie night." Taeyong didn't even so much as move, "I don't care." and you blinked back the tears, looking down. "Okay." someone came up behind you; put his arm around you.

"Come on, Y/N. Let's leave this asshole." oh. Johnny. "Fuck you," spat Taeyong. Johnny grinned, "sorry man. But I'm straight." you couldn't help but giggle softly at his words. Taeyong glared at him.

On Thursday after the bell rang, Johnny and the guys met you at your locker, though your shoulders slumped when you saw that Taeyong wasn’t there. Johnny put his arm around you again, “hey. Want a ride to my house?” and you grinned, “since you’re being so hospitalic.”

Johnny’s house was the same as yours, just a bit flashier and slightly bigger. Taeyong would’ve hated it. He was rich too, but his parents didn’t through around money. It was obvious that Johnny’s did. Taeyong would’ve found something rude to say about Mr. and Mrs. Suh even though they weren’t here. He got like that when he was in a mood.

Mark whistled lowly, “Damn, Johnny. PS5? And you still suck at gaming.” Johnny shrugged, “whatever, man.” he turned to you, “so, this is your movie night. What do you wanna watch?” you shrugged, remembering how you and Taeyong always watched Marvel movies on Thursdays, ever since you were kids.

“I don’t know,” you put on a smile, “whatever’s cool with you guys.” you sat down on the couch. Johnny turned on the TV and scrolled through: Netflix, Hulu, Disney Plus, Stan, Amazon Prime, Foxtel, YouTube and Binge. It seemed to be a trend to have every possible streaming service. Your parents had recently added Hulu to their eight-service streaming collection. They never used it.

“Binge,” murmured Jaehyun, “we should watch Game of Thrones.” like he hadn’t watched it ten times already. Mark grinned, though Haechan put his hands up. “Fuck off man. I’m not watching Game of Thrones; it’s too damn long. Besides, you’ll ruin sweet Y/N’s innocence.”

Johnny snorted, opening Binge. You frowned at Haechan’s words, “why? What’s wrong with Game of Thrones? Isn’t it like the Lord of the Rings?” Mark spat out his drink. Yuta scowled, “oh come on Y/N. Don’t tell me you don’t know that Game of Thrones has -”

“Okay!” shouted Johnny, “Game of Thrones it is.” it started out fine enough, just your average fantasy drama. It was a lot like Harry Potter, actually. And then - “OH MY GOD,” you covered your eyes, “oh my god, is that his sister? Jaehyun, is that his sister?” there was no way of hiding the red colour in your cheeks.

You were too embarrassed. How stupid were you? Mark swatted your hands away, “alright, they’ve stopped now.” you ignored the fact that he was laughing the words. “Why would anyone… THAT’S SO SICK! And they pushed that kid off the building so he wouldn’t see. I hope they die. Who fucks their sister?!” all the guys were laughing, even Haechan.

“Still think it’s like the Lord of the Rings?” grinned Jaehyun. You scowled at him, “no, it’s gross. I don’t wanna watch anymore.” Mark grinned, “it was kinda hot.” your mouth dropped open in horror and you shrieked loudly, grabbing a pillow and smacking him on the head with it. “Mark Lee! Don’t be disgusting!” but all Mark did was laugh, as you attacked him with the pillow.

“I’m being abused!” he screamed from the mountain of pillows, which the guys had helped in piling up, “I’m being abused!” you smacked the Mark-shaped lump with another pillow, “that’s what you get for being disgus - AHH!” someone strong had picked you up and off Mark and the mountain of pillows, lifting you high into the air.

Mark leapt up. “Saved! I have been saved! Come here, Choi Y/N…” but Mark was not fast enough. The person carrying you, Johnny, lifted you up higher and thundered through the house.

“Johnny!” you giggled his name loudly, “put me down!” but Johnny shook his head. You beat your fists on his back but he didn’t even flinch. “Mm,” you thought out loud, “your cologne smells nice.” almost the same as Taeyong’s. “Yeah, I bet,” Johnny grinned.

“Son of a bitch!” yelled Mark, “Johnny Suh, get your ass down here so I can kick your butt!” it appeared that he had stubbed his toe. This only made the laughter come out in tears. Johnny put you back down, “let’s go see what Mark’s gotten himself into now.” you giggled at this, nodding.

Taeyong’s date was not going all that well. Isabel, the girl from his psych class, was so fucking dull. Taeyong kept imagining her to be Y/N, how much more interesting she would be. He wasn’t even listening to Isabel at this point. He might be a bad person, but at least he wasn’t as bad as Johnny.

Jesus Christ, fucking Johnny. What the fuck did Y/N see in him? They’d only known each other for two years. Taeyong knew Y/N his whole life, since they were infants. Johnny was an asshole, a dickhead. He treated girls like toys; messing with their emotions just to fuck them and cross them off his list. What the fuck was happening? Oh yeah. Isabel was making a move.

“Mm, yeah,” murmured Taeyong, only half paying attention, “let’s go up to my room.” Fuck Johnny fuck Johnny fuck Johnny fuck - “fuck, Taeyong!” the girl cried out from beneath him. It was only then did he really see her, all dumb and fucked out, completely helpless and completely his. His, his, his. Gosh, how he wanted it to be Y/N so bad.

But Taeyong kept going. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop. Even when he knew that this girl wouldn’t be here tomorrow morning, even though he knew she would leave. He kept going, thrusting inside her throbbing cunt until she let out a gasp of the words, “more, daddy, more.” and something inside Taeyong snapped. He just kept thinking, just keep thinking, how different it would sound if Y/N said it. How whiny, how desperate, how hopeless. “More, Yongie, more.” and he gave her more.

The laughter had finally died down when the pizza arrived. A hawaiian for you and Mark, a meat lovers’ for Jaehyun and Johnny, and a margarita for Haechan and Yuta. Jaehyun scowled at the hawaiian pizza, “pineapple on pizza is gross.” you stuck your tongue out at him, “yeah. And a show where siblings have sex isn’t.” Jaehyun grinned, “touche.”

Johnny turned to you, “hey Y/N. Ever had sex before?” and you scowled at him, “are you dumb. Of course I have.” Johnny shrugged, “ever had good sex?” and Yuta snorted. You blushed at his words, “yeah. I think so.” Mark grinned at this.

“Ever had sex with Taeyong?” said Yuta, as if it was a question that had slipped out that you weren’t supposed to hear. All three boys glared at him. Yuta shrugged, “it’s a legitimate question!” and you blushed, “um, no. Yongie and I are just friends. He doesn’t like me like that.”

And Johnny let out a loud grumble, “oh my god! Could you not talk about Taeyong for five seconds? He isn’t that great. Y/N, where is he now on your special movie Thursday night?” oh, you’d completely forgotten. “On a date,” you tried not to sound so glum about it. Curse you, Nakamoto Yuta! Making you feel conflicted about two boys.

“Thank you!” said Johnny, spreading his arms wide. “That’s right, Y/N. He’s on a date. On your special Thursday movie night. And what are we doing?” you shrugged, “movie night with the guys.” mumbling the words just to prove Johnny’s point; but right now all you could think about was Taeyong.

How sweet he was. How naturally un-mean. How un-asking. How forgiving. How gentle. How rough he would be in bed; because you didn’t have to sleep with him to know that. No, you chided to yourself. Taeyong is mean. He’s an asshole and he’s controlling. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny… “alright.” Mark got up, “come on, guys. Let’s go.” Yuta and Jaehyun grinned, “thanks for the pizza, Johnny.” and Johnny glared at them as they left, though you weren’t sure if it was playful or not.

Now that they were gone, the silly school-girl crush came back, and you almost forgot about Taeyong. Almost. You tapped your knee nervously with your pointer finger. Why were you never this uncomfortable with Taeyong? Why was it always so easy with Taeyong? Maybe it was because you knew he would never leave you.

But now he had. Fuck you, Lee Taeyong! I have Johnny now.

“What’s wrong?” said Johnny, closing the pizza boxes, “you okay?” and you blushed bashfully, “yeah. I just…” you shook your head, “no. It’s silly.” knowing that he would probably laugh at you. Johnny frowned, “no, what is it?” and you blushed again, “you’re really hot, Johnny.” mumbling the words. Johnny grinned, “oh yeah?” you nodded shyly at this, “yeah. And I…” your voice drifted off. “And you what, princess?” oh no. That was it. That word. You could just imagine Taeyong saying it. No! Not Taeyong. Johnny. Johnny. Taeyong. Shit! “And I kinda want you to fuck me.” I kinda want Taeyong to fuck me.

The girl, Isabel, got up after a while, sliding on her dress, which was probably the sluttiest thing Taeyong had ever seen in his life. It was not something that Y/N would wear. Taeyong watched as she looked around the blue-LED-light lit room for something. He frowned from his bed, “need help?” and she shook her head, “no. Can’t find my underwear. Doesn’t matter. I’ve got to go. Physics assessment tomorrow. You can chuck them if you find them. Or keep them. Whatever.”

Johnny had you at his mercy, fingers deep inside your cunt as he thrusted his length into you. He fit just fine, though it was a painful kind of pleasure that he liked to give. "You can take it," he grunted as you mewled beneath him, "come on Y/N. Be a good girl. That's right, sweetheart. Take all that daddy gives you." you'd called him daddy once, and you didn't like how it sounded.

You kept imagining it being Taeyong. You were sure you wouldn't call him daddy. You'd call him something else. It would have the same meaning, just… well, it was completely different.

Taeyong groaned loudly and rolled over in his bed; he'd only bothered to put his boxers back on. He'd thought about bragging to Y/N and the guys about Isabel; the thing she called him. He shook his head. No, that's not the way to win her over. If she even wants me.

Taeyong sighed, clicking on his phone and shutting it back off, the memory of his lockscreen injuring him - their last day of highschool. One of their old friends, Sam, had taken it for them. In the photo, Y/N had stood on her tip-toes to kiss Taeyong on his cheek. He sighed heavily, rolling over into a painful sleep.

You woke in the soft bed with a throbbing headache and aching limbs. What the hell? You looked around the room; you'd never been here before. Oh god. You weren't stupid enough to get your drink spiked, were you? No, no way. The guys always checked first. But you were hungover. That was strange, though, because you didn't remember drinking anything last night.

Think, Y/N, think! What did you do last night? Where were you? Where are you? Well, today is Friday. So it was Thursday yesterday. So... movie night with Taeyong? Fuck. Did you do it with Taeyong? No, that wasn't right. This wasn't his room. There were no blue LED lights, and there was nothing here that was distinctly Taeyong-ish.

This was not Taeyong's room, and this was not your house. Think harder, moron! What were you doing last night? Game of Thrones, said a voice in your head, we were watching Game of Thrones. Did Jaehyun...? No, you'd been in Jaehyun’s room many times. We had pizza, you recalled suddenly, with Yuta, Haechan and Johnny. And Mark brought soda.

And that's when it dawned on you. "MARK LEE!" you screeched through the phone, ignoring his groggy morning voice, "DID YOU PUT ALCOHOL IN THE SODA LAST NIGHT?" and Mark snickered, "soda? Babe, it was straight vodka." you scowled loudly at this, "FUCK YOU!" Mark laughed heartily, "sure. When?" and you grumbled through the reciever, "fuck you, Mark Lee!" slamming the 'end call' button.

You cried out softly in dismay, shoving your head into your hands as you remembered who you'd spent the night with. Johnny Suh, the one guy Taeyong hated.

Johnny was in the kitchen, you saw him through the open crack of your door. He was eating cereal, though there was no way you were staying. Besides, You weren't really a breakfast person anyway. You fished around the room for your clothes - your sweater that was actually Taeyong's (god, were you so filthy that you let Johnny fuck you in your best friend's sweater?), your underwear, socks, shoes and pants. You shot a quick text. "Need help."

Johnny only saw you when you were in the kitchen. "Hey," he spoke so nonchalantly as if he was used to seeing messy girls in the morning (he is, said the voice in your head, Taeyong's voice), "I was wondering when you were gonna get up. I actually have sports class soon but the guys would kill me if I left you." not, "hey, would you like some breakfast?" just, "the guys would kill me." damn right, they would.

You scoffed lightly, "Well, thanks for the night. I've gotta go, too, so... best we don't speak about this?" Johnny merely grinned, "I think they already know. But yeah. Sure." you rolled your eyes, grabbing an apple from the table. "Well... see you." and Johnny grunted softly.

You were at the door when he looked up again, genuinely concerned. "Hey. How are you getting home?" you chided yourself for thinking it, but shouldn't it have been, "do you want a lift home?" he was your friend, after all. You shrugged, "I'll be fine. Taeyong's getting me." Johnny noded, "alright." though you were unsure now, as Johnny turned back to his food. Would he ever come?

It was nine in the morning when Taeyong woke up, his notifications box going of like an alarm. He had fifteen notifications. A request on Instagram. Two messages on Twitter; which he only ever used to preserve memes within his friendship group. Five snaps from his friends.

Six updates from YouTube. And a text from Y/N.

"Need help. @ Johnny's." even though he was worried, Taeyong couldn't help but smile. Who used the @ symbol anymore? Y/N texted like a grandma. Taeyong sighed, rolling his eyes at the "Johnny" part. Fucking Johnny. But he got up anyway.

It was only a short drive to his house, he'd been there a few times, and he hated it every time he came here. The Suhs were show-offs; with their stupid chendeliers and their stupid son.

Taeyong didn't come out of the car. He knew if he did, Johnny would probably have a broken nose. So he waited inside, tires screeching on the pavement. The door to Johnny's house opened. Fucking Johnny. Oh, it was Y/N.

Taeyong rolled down the window, "get in." Taeyong said nothing, watching you from the corner of his eye as he drove. It was only a few seconds until you broke.

"I'm sorry," Taeyong tried to be angry at you, but it was hard when you were sobbing in the passenger seat of his car. He said nothing, just nodded. "I… I should've listened… Mark…" you sniffed, and that was when he reacted. "Mark?" he couldn't stop the anger from blazing in his eyes, "you fucked Mark?" he swore under his breath, "dammit, Y/N. You need to stop fucking your -" but you shook your head, "n - no. M - Mark didn't… he brought a - alcohol and I didn't know it was alcohol and then the guys left and I was alone with Johnny and he…"

"And he what, Y/N?" Taeyong's voice was dangerously quiet. "What, Y/N?" he said, louder this time. "Did he do something you didn't want? I need you to tell me."

"No!" you cried out loudly, shaking your head. "N - no, I wanted to. I... I think. I think I wanted to," your voice drifted off. "I wanted to when we were doing it. l... I don't think I want to now... I… Yongie!" and you burst into an explosion of tears.

"It's okay," said Taeyong gently, "you don't have to do it again," he was so patient, so patient. "You don't have to ever again if you don't want to. You know that, right?"

You nodded, hiccuping. Then you started crying again, "but I wanna!" and Taeyong sighed, "okay, then I'll drive you back to Johnny's and you can..." but this only made you more hysterical. "Not Johnny," you whined loudly. I don't... not..." you trailed off again.

"Well, we can't stay in here forever. Come on, Y/N." Taeyong unbuckled your seatbelt. "Hey, come on." he coaxed you out of the car. Your brain must be in overload drive right now, so hysterical. Something must have happened last night that made you snap. Taeyong was gonna beat the shit out of Johnny Suh.

Or maybe it wasn't Johnny, said the voice of reason in Taeyong's head, maybe she was just upset about something else. Really uset. And maybe she didn't know what it was. That was more likely than Johnny being a dick. Well, more of a dick.

And, as he sat Y/N down on his bed, that was when it hit him; why she was so hysterical, and... indecisive.

It was because of him. Because Y/N been harping on and on about Johnny for months, ever since Yuta's party. Taeyong had been telling her and telling her that he was a bad person; that Johnny didn't deserve her. In fact, now he remembered asking her, "don't you see all the girls he sleeps with?" some few days ago.

Taeyong wanted to kick himself. It was his fault yn was like this. He should've just confessed, rather than messing with her emotions, instead of implanting things that weren't true in her mind: that Johnny treated women like toys; that Y/N loved him, Taeyong, more.

Something must have happened that night when she and Johnny were having sex. She must've thought of something, remembered something or seen something that reminded her of Taeyong, just how Taeyong had weeks ago. It would've ridden her with guilt. And of course, she wouldn't be able to remember what it was because she was drunk, but she would remember she didn't want Johnny. She just wouldn't know what for. Taeyong was going to kick himself.

Your stomach lurched. God, you were a lightweight. How much did Mark even give you last night...? Oh no. Oh, no, no, no. Well, you thought to yourself, as you ran to Taeyong's bathroom, now I know why I was feeling so heated up.

Taeyong held your hair for you, muttering an angry, "fuck you, Mark Lee," under his breath as you retched, crying softly. You hated vomiting. Especially on an empty stomach. It hurt.

He sighed, rubbing your back gently. You sucked in two breaths, exhaled one. Then you got up, turned around. You shoved your head into Taeyong's shirt. "I love you," whispering the words. Taeyong sighed, lifting you up gently. "Come on," he said quietly, "I'm gonna put you to sleep, okay? I'll wake you up tomorrow…"

Taeyong sighed heavily as he rolled you gently into his bed, pulling the navy blue sheets over your tiny body, drawing the blinds. Then he got up, "good night." turning to the door. You mumbled softly into his pillow, "'night Yongie."

Once he composed himself, Taeyong opened his laptop, taking a look at his psychology assignment. He figured if he wasn't going in today he might as well try to get some work done, but after five minutes, he found it impossible to concentrate.

His thoughts kept lingering. Your soft hair. The sight of you in his sweater. How small you were. How dainty you were. The size of your wrist next to his. The sound of your whines. The way you said his name. Those three words: "I love you". Spilled out in a time of vulnerability. You probably didn't even know what you were saying.

Taeyong groaned, shifting in his jeans. Fuck. He looked to the closed door of his bedroom, where you were sleeping peacefully, in his clothes, in his sheets, in his bed. His, his, his. FUCK!

He threw his head back and groaned loudly, and that was when he heard it. Coming from inside his bedroom. "Taeyong." you sniffed his name. His stomach flipped and he swore under his breath before getting back up and walking over. He opened the door a few inches, enough to poke his head through. "Yeah?"

It was obvious that you'd had some sleep, you already looked better. It had only been an hour, but for Taeyong, it felt like minutes. You turned over on your side to face him. "Can you come in. Please." and Taeyong looked away, "it's not a good idea." knowing exactly what would happen. He couldn't control himself. You whined softly, "please, Yongie. Just cuddles. I don't wanna be alone." and Taeyong sighed heavily, "alright."

Cuddling is a normal thing, thought Taeyong to himself, you and Y/N do it all the time. It's no big deal. Even the nickname. She's been calling you that since you were kids. It's not meant to be dirty.

It's not meant to be dirty, he kept telling himself, as he slid next to you under the sheets, it's not meant to be dirty, he told himself, as you shuffled around with your body pressed into him, it's not meant to be dirty, he told himself, as you span around to nestle your head in his shirt, it's not meant to be dirty, he said to himself, as you hitched your breath and leaned over and kissed him on the lips. It's meant to be dirty. FUCK!

"Y/N..." he said softly, "what are you doing?" looking deep inside your eyes, searching for a proper answer, other than the hungover words of, "I love you". You looked up at him, eyes watering. "I'm sorry," you whispered, dropping your arms. "I just..." Taeyong grabbed your left arm as it was moving, pinned it on the sheets. He smirked at the gasp that escaped your lips, before leaning down and sealing the kiss himself. This was the part he feared the most. If it wasn't just an accidental kiss. If it wasn't just a needy, in-the-moment kiss....

But then you kissed him back. Writhing beneath him. Kissing his lips desperately like it was the last thing you would ever do. Murmuring his name, "Taeyong, Taeyong, Taeyong," in the exact way he'd imagined it.

But then he stopped, remembering the horrible state you'd been in only a few hours ago. You froze, "Taeyong?" and he saw the fear swimming in your eyes. He brushed away a strand of hair from your forehead. "Are you sure you wanna do this, baby?" and your face rounded, "oh." and Taeyong frowned, "what?" and you spoke the words in a whisper, "I thought you were gonna leave me." looking away immeаdietly, ashamed.

Taeyong cupped your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, turning your head to face him. "I'm never going to leave you," the words so sweet and sincere that you knew for a second you wouldn't doubt them. "Johnny wanted me to leave," you admitted, "after." there was hurt in Taeyong's eyes, "I'm not Johnny." you leaned in to kiss him, "I know."

Taeyong shot you a quizzical look. "So you really want to do this?" and you nodded, "yes." he smiled, kissing your neck softly.

Taeyong was slow and gentle when he took off your clothes; unlike Johnny, who inhaled your sweater and said, "is this Taeyong's?" and ripped it off. Then he slid off the sorts carefully, tracing gently along the lines of where your underwear touched your legs. He kissed your tummy softly and the butterflies fluttered in your stomach, "I'll go easy on you." you laughed quietly at this, "it's okay, Taeyong. I'm just another girl." the tone flipped here, as he looked you cold in the eyes and said, "you're not."

Your body shivered at his touch. He wasn't as tall as Johnny, but he was still proportioned larger than you. Your wrist was tiny against his, even though he was petite.

He constantly kept checking in on you, as he left kisses on your skin, marking every inch of your body as his. "Are you okay?" he said, over and over. "Do you wanna stop? We don't have to continue." even though you told him there was nothing more you wanted to continue in the world.

After a while, he got the hint. You'd been wrapped around his finger since you were kids. Now, as he dove his tongue inside you, finger hooked within your cunt, you were his.

Your sounds were long and breathy. A mixture of lustful moans and cries for more. His name, slipping through your lips. "Please. Taeyong. Please." only spurring him to give you more. You whimpered under him, "need you." breathlessly.

He ignored you, "not yet." the hum of his words sending vibrations up your body. You whined and bucked your hips, "Yongie. Please." and he snapped; because it. Was fucking. Dirty.

"Fuck," he cursed as he lifted up his head, unbuckling his belt. You stared at him. "Taeyong. You're too... I don't think I can..." but Taeyong shook his head, "you can. You can. Fuck! I don't have a condom." getting up.

You pulled him back down, "it's okay," whining, "please. I'm on the pill. Yongie. Please." kissing him again. Taeyong swore, "fuck." lowering back down.

"You can take it," he coaxed gently, speaking into the kiss, gripping your right hand softly as you arched beneath him. "You can take it," groaned, "you can take it, come on, I know you can." he was still kissing you, as he moved and spoke. "You can take it." one last kiss. Taeyong whimpered and dropped your hand. "Fuck," he whispered, "good girl." you sniffed, feeling stretched and full.

"It's okay," Taeyong whispered, "you're okay, sweetheart. I've got you. I've got you." he slid in and out, whimpering and groaning. "Feel so good," he whined, "feels so good, baby." you hummed at this, unable to make up a coherent sentence. "T'yongie," you whined, "wanna cum." and he cursed, "fuck. Just hang on. Can you do that for me? Please." and you nodded, yes, you'd do anything for him.

Taeyong kissed you again, "good girl," taking your hand in his once more. His hand. Not Johnny's. His, his, his. Taeyong bit softly on your neck, whining into it. "Baby," he stuttered, "so hot for me, baby." you cried and nodded at his words.

"Who are you hot for, baby?" that didn't make sense, said the last bit of consciousness in your brain. "You," you gasped out. "Who?" he whispered again, kissing your bosom. You arched your back, "y - you, Yongie," he looked drawn, but still he asked, "Who?" and as he spilled, as you finally let go, you cried it out softly. "You, Taeyong."

And Taeyong smiled as he kissed you, because he knew now. You were his. His. Not Johnny's. Not anyone else's. His.

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hood-ex · 27 days

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I just finished watching the films Brothers and one of the brothers is taken for dead and then the younger brother starts getting a little closer to the older brother’s wife but guess what the older brother never really died. Now I’m just sitting here at the sort of hilarity that it was different circumstances but DC kind of did this with Dick and he just never knew about it. I’m not saying I’m for or against but just as a reader it’s like they are never going to mention it? Different circumstances and different arcs but it also happened twice now and still like no mention of this to Dick? Like Dick is out here and not knowing nothing and it’s kind of sad but also a little funny.

Wait there's a movie where Jake Gyllenhaal and Tobey Maguire are brothers 😭?? Where the hell was I in 2009 to have missed that? Probably dancing to Good Girls Go Bad lmao.

Oh are you referring to jaybabs 😭? No literally, Dick has no idea about the jaybabs moments, it's wild. He has no idea that Jason and Babs kissed while Jason was only wrapped in a towel. Although, I literally can't remember if Three Jokers was canon or not. Either way, there were other light jaybabs moments outside of that.

No but lmao this is why we were joking about Jason crashing any type of potential dickbabs wedding. And Dick finding out at the altar about any type of tension or romantic interest between jaybabs. Like yeees, Jason! Fuck up that wedding king!!

Or wait are we also talking about Jason and Kory (or Kori as a I loathe to call her)? Both? Both. Sure, why not.

#jason my wedding crasher shrek beloved #anon

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 1 year

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Re4 Remake with Leon Kennedy Actor, Nick Apostolides & Heisenberg actor Neil Newbon and Tom De Ville

i’ll only be taking note of anything that i think is interesting but please watch or listen to the whole stream if you want to know other stuff that happens

WHY DID HE (NEIL) POINT HIS GUN AT ASHLEY TO PUT DOWN THE LADDER SJKDFBSKJFS

neil IS REALLY JUST LEAVING ASHLEY BEHIND SJFDSJKSFBS

neil said *middle finger* BYE ASHLEY

i have a feeling he might not like ashley sjkbdfskjfdbs (he’s probably joking)

nick is not going to back seat game lol

they are going to have a bad time, he (neil) is not keeping track of ashley lmao

nick did blow up ashley and kicked her in the head in his own gameplay

“THAT DOG WAS A FUCKING DICKHEAD” 32 minutes in. neil thinks the dog is a dickhead

34 minutes in, nick says “Leon Fucking Kennedy” in an accent lol

question section starts at minute 41

nick is eating oreos again

one of nick’s favourite leon lines are “the bingo line,” and he didn’t want to spoil the other lines since neil hasn’t gotten there in the game yet

in game mechanics, nick did almost none of the mocap for it. he thinks it was done in japan with another team. (almost all internally in japan) (tbh i’m not 100% what he means by this and it’s not clarified) (EDIT: i think he means that anything that wasn’t a cut scene he did not do any mocap work)

nick does not have final say in anything, he was not allowed to change anything at the end of the day

he was allowed to suggest some lines, but capcom gets the final say

47 minutes, he said he vibes with the re4r team a lot and he said he had a bit more fun with this version of leon. he got more collaborative liberties in re4r

nick had been working for leon’s character for 6 years at this point

he was “allowed to be more of a cowboy” minute 49

he said that the building show he’s working on has helped him a lot with gratitude and how it applied to how he characterized leon as well for re4r

nick has been a fan of re4 for 18 years

neil loves how leon opens doors “it’s unnecessarily flexing,” (it actually reminded me of how aragorn opens doors in the lord of the rings lmao)

neil was born in the 70s lol 1hr01

actually, yeah why does the photo say 1981???? but it’s like more like 1891 maybe it was an error????

1hr07 nick says “leon needs a shower cap” lol

question section number 2 is 1hr13

nick’s fave is double stuff oreos

nick did not do the round house kick in mocap

nick also did not do the death scenes in mocap, he mostly just did the cut scenes. i guess that’s what he means about the game mechanics he didn’t mocap that

he did the facial and voice over for the death scenes though

nick’s favourite death scene is the axe death with the three cracks at the neck

neil’s favourite is the chainsaw through the chest death

1hr17 nick says “miranda, that bitch.” for trying to do one of heisenberg’s line

neil every few seconds, “ashley’s dead”

omg neil is refusing to sell the fish because neil played gavin and oh god i forgot his KAMSKI in detroit become human and one of the things was you can save the fish in that game so he’s refusing to sell the fish in this game lol

1hr30 “I can also sell Ashley Graham apparently, which is worrying.”

andre (va for luis) got luis’s jacket made!

1hr33 neil “IM GONNA LEAVE LUIS TO HIS DEATH CAUSE HE’S A FUCKING DICK.”

1hr42 neil does the leon suplex

nick apparently died at least four times during the first cabin rush scene with luis

1hr48 nick has a feature film coming sometime in the summer! maybe netflix! it’s called aftermath!

1hr57 nick mocap the guy who got squashed by the door (OH I THINK HE’S LYING LOL)

ASHLEY HAS CONSUMPTION SJFKBSDFKJS

ughhh this stopped before mother would’ve showed up lol but here are more questions!

okay nevermind they had no more questions!

maybe next week they might do another session (never mind they’ll figure it out!)

nick’s next convention is maryland may, 26-27, 2023

he’s going to do more streams with more actors!!!! hopefully lily soon!!!

they raided nicole and andre afterwards! :D

#nick apostolides #neil newbon #tom de ville #re4r #twitch #stream #summary #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #karl heisenberg

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Hii!! Just a little thought I had I wanted to share, I’ve been watching a ton of Carlos’ Don’t Blink series on YouTube and he’s always driving everyone everywhere! I feel like he definitely wouldn’t let his significant other drive his car not bc he doesn’t trust them but I think he likes being able to drive casually and know everyone is gonna be safe given that he does it for a living LOL. I just feel like he would be protective and spoil his s/o and be the one to drive them around !

okay this is so cute yesyesyes!!

better gifs probably exist but it took me almost as long to find the gif as it did to write this lmao

SO:

You didn't notice it at first

You'd only just started dating the Ferrari driver and you guessed he was proud of his career so insisted on driving you everywhere

Not that you minded because you didn't think you'd ever been a car like his road Ferrari, it was undoubtedly the coolest thing ever

As time went by and you'd been together for a couple of months you noticed that he shut you down every time you offered to drive, even if it was more convenient for the pair of you

He insisted on being the designated driver for every event

He'd go way out of the way to drop you off at home

You'd have to pile the shopping on the backseat in that silly low-suspension sports car because there wasn't enough room in the back and he wouldn't let you take your perfectly sensible and normal car out

And then you started watching Carlos with other people

He would always drive when he went to visit his parents or they came to see him

He would drive Rupert and other members of the Ferrari team everywhere

He'd let them film him, and answer questions and do his bits comfortably from behind the wheel

Hell, even after a race, when he'd been in a car for two hours and was sweaty and exhausted, he still insisted on driving you home

The only person you'd ever seen him let drive was his Dad, and Charles when they were doing challenge videos for the team's YouTube page

One day, curled up in bed, you realise you've run out of milk for tea

You're more than happy to pop out to the shops, but Carlos is having none of it and insists on driving you to the shops despite it being less than five minutes away

So you being you decided it was time to ask him

As it turns out, after much badgering, chasing him down and sitting on him and peppering him with kisses between tickles, he finally spills his guts to you

Carlos has five reasons why he never lets anyone else drive when he's around

Number One: he actually enjoys it. He loves being able to relax without the pressure of a race and just enjoy driving for what it is. He loves long road trips, especially in the summer, and he has several playlists to always set the perfect mood

Number Two: he admits, blushing and kissing you, that he worries so much about everyone. He's one of the top 20 drivers in the world, and his reaction times are almost superhuman. He thinks it's cruel to let anyone else drive. What if you got in an accident he could have swerved? If anything bad happened to you or anyone he cares about, he could never forgive himself. He'd always blame himself

Number Three: his ego. He grins at you as he flips the pair of you over and pins you down, pushing a knee between your legs with ease. Come on, he probes, what feels better to a man than cruising down the streets with the most beautiful woman in the front seat of the newest supercar, custom made for him?

Which brings him onto Number Four: he softens, boxing you in below him but pressing loving kisses to your skin as he does. He loves opening the door for you, holding out a hand to steady you as you lower yourself into his car. He loves the way you look at him as he guides the car confidently around the streets. The way he makes fast feel smooth and easy. He loves being a gentleman. He wants to treat you properly at all times. He wants you to be spoilt so that you never have to want or need anything ever again. He would do anything for you, and that extends to driving

And finally

Number Five: he rolls off you, burning his face in the pillow, making you laugh as you burrow down to his level to hear his muffled words better. He gets travel sick. Not badly, he defends, but enough that he's never really comfortable as a passenger. He'd rather drive, rather be in control of that feeling. He finds it embarrassing. You ask him how he flies so often, and he admits flying is okay, but he always carries anti-sickness tablets for turbulence and taxi rides

You pull him close, kissing him deeply and thanking him for finally telling you about his obsession with driving

He insists on taking you out for milk and MacDonalds, the pair of you in your pyjamas and you in his hoodie, in the brand new Ferrari. You're so scared you can't eat in the thing, but he just laughs at you with the bag of hot, greasy food perched so carefully on your knees

It's nearly midnight, and the orange glow from the street makes Carlos' hair shine and his eyes darken and he looks like he's glowing beside you as he sings along to Smooth Operator, because he thinks he's funny like that

He catches you staring, and his grin takes your breath away

"I love you," the words are so familiar to him, but he could listen to you say them again and again and again. He reaches out for your hand, thumb brushing your knuckles softly as he holds it gently

"I love you, too,"

Here is a cute little thing to hopefully ease the pain from today. Jesus Christ seeing him in that burning, rolling car just waving for help honestly broke my heart and I was so so scared for him. I'm so glad he's okay <3

And before y'all ask, the next thing being published will be Flat Spin Chapter 5!

I need to write two more sections for it before it will be ready. It WILL be done by next week, the day depends on how busy placement is (and how much I'm procrastinating packing to move home for summer)

as per usual this is total fiction and just an interpretation of the carlos we see in don't blink. the travel sickness idea literally came from that one video where lando yeets the car around the track whilst carlos is supposed to be asking questions and they both struggled. is most likely not true but i thought it was cute don't come @ me pls

Much love to everyone <3

#IggyAnswers #f1 #formula one #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz jr #austria gp 2022 #red bull ring

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Hiii Everyone!!!

I've been around for years now and have never introduced myself. mainly cause I just choose to vibe and enjoy the posts people share, but first time for everything. You can just call me Key, I'm 24 and I go by she/her. I enjoy a variety of stuff from manwha, manga, anime, video game franchises, and just a bunch of other animated media you name its probably buried down in my blog somewhere. Every now and then I get motivation to create fanfiction. I have only written works the Dragonball and Super Mario fandom All my works are under the "Keep Reading". My DMs and askbox here is always open if you ever want to chat I apologize in advance if I come across as a bit awkward (socializing is not a strong suit of mine) or if it takes me a minute to reply (adulting and hobbies am I right?), otherwise I'm a pretty chill person. Thats about it!

One of these days I really want to change my Penname...But I've had it for years now and I'm way too attached to it lmao.

Super Mario Fics: So a lot of these are Princess Peach centric and I'm just crafting up an origin story and some other events following the 2023 film. The links take you to the tumblr post but I have included the AO3 and FFN (for reading preferences) links either in the original post itself or in the case of my earlier stuff in the reblogs.

Lost And Found

A Learning Opportunity (2 chapters on both AO3 and FFN. They are both on the same post here)

Thoughts Over Tea

Aftermath

Finding The Balance

Little Events (currently 3 chapters)

Chapter 1: The Dark

Chapter 2: A Decision

Chapter 3: The Coronation

Dragonball Fics: The first fandom I have ever written for (and by penname you could probably tell what I read mostly) I have only shared them on FFN and AO3 until now. I was just starting to write fanfiction with the first two so they might be kinda cringe I guess but that's 16 year old me for you haha. gonna embrace the cringe by sharing it on here anyways.

Tournament Day

The Prince Before The Day ( I am never gonna finish that one or go back to it lol)

Bulla's Easter Day

Even when I started making fics I'm still not sure what goes through my mind when it comes to the title or chapter titles its literally the first thing that comes to mind and nothing after that but we will get it one day for sure.

Here's Some WIPs (that's both written and not) you guys can look forward too from me. I'll remove them and add them under the appropriate fic tags once I post them:

Uncle Yamcha fic: It is currently three chapters. The first one is him and Trunks, second is Marron, and the third one is Bra/Bulla. I really want to think of one for him and Goten but nothing has come to my mind. I just think he's more close to Krillin and Bulma where he'd interact more with their kids and I can't think of a scenario for him and Goten or what they would even talk about but maybe something will come. (I've currently sent this off to my Beta for review but lemme know if you guys want to see the un-beta'd version I have on here cause I'm really forward to sharing it)

Untitled EOZ fic following after Goku leaves the Tournament grounds to train Uub. This one sits at about 8k words (not sure exactly cause I added a bunch of notes at the end for my beta to see where my thoughts were going with it all) anyways this one focuses mainly on Trunks, Goten, Marron, Pan, and Bra as really the older kids look forward to what may lie ahead. A lot of it is just me focusing on the dynamics they have with each other. When I saw that dlc for kakorat was going to be focused on that one that really makes me want to share this one. Again let me know if you want to see that.

Based on this Ask here you can already see that I've completed 2 out of my 5 ideas so that leaves the other ones and maybe more if I think of anything else. All of these will probably be added to my Little Events fic. a few little ideas not shared here but I've thought about and have some dialoge in mind but haven't fully created yet.

I want to do something where Mario and Haru interact I just think it'll be so neat.

Maybe something where I do my take on introducing Sarasland and Princess Daisy. Probably along the lines of Peach meeting Daisy for the first time.

I need to hop on the wholesome bros. content at some point and I know I wanna try my hand with Mia and Pio as a part of it.

I think thats it for now...I'll probably add more if I think of something as having somwhere to put it down no matter how small it is can be nice to look at and push me towards getting it done.

#Key Posting #Super Mario #Dragon ball #My official little hello to both the Mario and Dragonball community the people I've met by having these interests have been so amazing #Even though I mostly lurk I love everything about it all can do without some of the negative stuff but we move #anyway I'll see you all around in the tags as usual

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very much still thinking about this because this essentially HAS to be post time skip. considering everything, the faded shirt print, Eddie already having a grave stone, Dustin's hair being way longer than in s4

but that brings up so many questions. if they seem to already be filming post time skip then what's going on with pre time skip. because while filming non linearly is standard practice, filming post time skip scenes before pre time skip scenes seems needlessly complicated unless there's set restrictions that limit their time there. even hair alone would already be needlessly complicated since they'd have to switch everything back and forth (especially annoying if they're using extensions)

just curious what's going on here. because no way they've already got everything pre time skip filmed in the one week on set, right? unless they'd have considerably more scenes filmed for pre time skip during s4 filming than is the general guess. we know there's definitely Something they already filmed, at he very least it's the continuation of the hill scene. but it could also be significantly more. just based on them having clearly filmed something else at rinkomania. but also there being bts pics of the characters at Lucas'? house which suggests they could have filmed something there already as well (since people like the California group have no business being there in costume for s4 and it's not even a used set for s4 to begin with)

but i guess it's also possible the time skip happens earlier than we think (a year ago the Duffers themselves guessed around e2 but not only did they say they weren't sure yet back then, that's also something i would expect them to not be specific about for spoiler reasons, even if they Did know) so technically, it'd be possible for the time skip to happen sometime during the first episode as well. after the first 20 minutes or maybe at the end of it

just thinking out loud here though because genuinely speculating based on three bts pics one week into fimling is just grasping at straws lmao. but i'm intrigued by the first real bts pic of a scene seems to be post time skip already, because i honestly didn't expect that

#st s5 #st5 filming #i don't know what to tag my s5 posts yet #indecisive in the tag picking department i fear #might switch between the two for a bit or use both and see what sticks #but i'll try to be good about tagging i prommy #i've been thinking about how they'll do the time skip for so long this is just bringing all my questions back #there's so many options and so many ways to make it land bad or clunky #so this is intriguing

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People are questioning jikook bond because now that bts are on hiatus, jikook stopped hanging out. And then we see jk hanging out with taeyhung only (sometimes with hobi). So it's normal that people think that it's true that jikook was only fanservice because if they have a close bond, why they only see each other during birthdays or when they have to film something for the group. At the same time, taekook are always together even when they don't have group activities. They spend a lot of time together, something that jikook doesn't do anymore.

Ooh, you’re my first anon! So exciting!

On the Tae and Jungkook chilling: I mean, good for Taehyung and Jungkook I guess? If they’re hanging out as much as you say (I’ve only seen maybe 2 instances in the last couple months, but I’m admittedly not as plugged into their doings as I have been in the past cause I’ve been busy). But yeah, I hope they’re having fun. I’ve personally never seen anything but platonic vibes between them, so them hanging out doesn’t feel like anything but friends hanging out to me. Go ahead and assume it’s more than that if you want, idc. We’ve also seen JK hanging with Jin, Jimin flying across the world to support Hobi, Hobi and Joon hanging out. So, idk why you’re fixating on JK and Tae hanging out as more meaningful than these other hangouts (actually I do, lmao, but we can pretend). And here’s the thing: you have no more proof that Jungkook and Taehyung are “always together” than you do that Jungkook and Jimin supposedly aren’t. You have proof that they are together sometimes. And that’s fine, like I said, I hope they’re having a great time. They’re probably super close. Doesn’t devalue or say anything about Jimin and Jungkook’s bond.

On the birthday thing, cause you had to caveat your whole “Jikook don’t hang out” with that, since that was a case of them clearly hanging out for a non-official reason which collapses your whole theory but I digress: JK told Jin that other than him, only Hobi and — with an adorable giggle, but that could have just been from Jin’s antics — Jimin came to see him for his bday. Why didn’t he say Tae? Guessing it’s cause Tae in fact did not go see him. Don’t give me a line about him hiding their relationship, enough of the other guys had come to see him that he could have mentioned it without it raising eyebrows if that were the case. We can reasonably assume he was telling the truth. In that case, isn’t it kind of weird that Tae didn’t go see him on his birthday, and Jimin did, if he and Tae are so inseparably close? And listen, I’m not trying to pit the guys against each other and compare their bonds, but you brought it up, so what gives?

Alright, onto the biggest part of your ask: On Jikook apparently not hanging out because we haven’t seen it: I don’t understand why you feel like the things we don’t see cancel out the things we do. This is preposterous logic, plain and simple. Let me give an example: let’s say you go to your friends’ wedding. It’s beautiful, you shed a tear. You see the marriage contract and the rings. You hear them pronounced. They’re married - you saw it with your own eyes. Now what you haven’t seen is them having sex - and they haven’t told you directly (at least, not in the last maybe three months) that they do, in fact, have sex. Is it then a logical conclusion that they DON’T have sex, since you haven’t seen it, and are therefore not sexually attracted to each other and the whole marriage that you witnessed was a sham? (Hint: No. That would be a stupid conclusion to come to. Hence, the things you don’t see don’t cancel out the things you do. Make sense?)

What we’ve seen and heard (or at least what I see, feel so free to disagree) from Jikook in recent months is the same affectionate, domestic, sweet couple-y, flirty vibes they’ve had for years. I have seen no reason in their recent on-screen interactions to doubt that they are as head over heels for each other as they’ve seemed for pretty much ever, and quite a few reasons to think they’re closer than ever. So yeah, the dates and hang outs and time spent together that I don’t see is never going to affect that. If they suddenly start appearing distant, unfriendly, or negatively awkward around each other, I might think differently. But that will be based on what I’ve seen. Get the difference?

This last part is not necessarily aimed at you, anon, but I’m just gonna say it for whoever needs to hear it:

toxic taekookers are gaslighting you. They’re telling you to disregard what you see with your own eyes, and believe in some made up narrative that falls apart under even the smallest amount of scrutiny. You don’t have to agree that Jimin and Jungkook are dating, but to deny that they are close is ridiculous, directly contradicts original content and their own words, and is just a weird thing to have the desire to prove. And there’s really only one reason people are so obsessed with claiming that Jimin and Jungkook, who are quite obviously one of the closest if not the closest duos in Bangtan, aren’t even remotely close. Wanna know what it is? ✨brainwashing ✨

#jikook #kookmin #toxic shippers #jimin and jungkook

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『summer heat - jtk』

jtk x f!reader

i'm sorry this took so long, i've been a bit of a wreck lmao. hope this is good enough for y’all.

THIS PIECE IS 18+ MINORS DNI

» requested

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (once again, a given with me but wrap it up folks), and mention of the double standard of men being shirtless and women not being able to - FREE THE NIPPLE - anyways.

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Nashville humidity was an absolute killer. Luckily, your absolute angel of a best friend, Jake, insisted you attend a beach trip with his band. You had been apprehensive at first, of course, if only for looks. Who wants to intrude on a well-deserved vacation after a particularly grueling tour? Certainly not you - even if you really wanted to go.

However, he assured you that Kenzi and Hannah would be there as well, and you wouldn’t be intruding. He claimed you were “practically family”. For an unidentifiable reason, that struck a sore chord with you. But you brushed it off for Jake’s sake, and finally “conceded” to his demands.

“How many Fleetwood Mac shirts do you have, exactly?” Jake was laying horizontally at the end of your bed, his head resting on his hand.

“Not enough - and don’t say it like it’s a problem, Stevie is an absolute gem!” He rolled his eyes with a smile on his face as you dramatically threw your hands on your hips.

The drive there wasn’t entirely awful. Two separate vehicles was absolutely the better choice for your sanity, though. You’d manage to lose shotgun to Josh, who insisted on talking your ear off about some indie film he’d recently become obsessed with.

“What’s your favorite movie, Penny?”

“Don’t ask that question and use that nickname in the same sentence, you’ll sound stupid,” you told him jokingly. Josh often made fun of your - only slight - obsession with Almost Famous. After the guys had seen your numerous posters and decor inspired by the movie, they’d nicknamed you “Penny”.

On day three of your vacation, you’d awoken early to the stream of sunlight and the soft sound of waves hitting the shore. Downstairs, you found Jake, alone, strumming his acoustic on the couch.

“I think it’s pretty pretentious that you bring your guitar on vacation, Jacob,” you told him, sitting beside him on the couch, legs crossed.

“Well, Penny, you never know when inspiration will strike you.”

Deadpanning, you said, “I’m gonna strike you if you don’t take me to the beach.”

“You can’t wait until the group gets back?”

“Jake, they went hiking, it could be hours.” Leave it to Josh to find a hiking trail no matter where he went.

Rolling his eyes and letting out a playfully exasperated breath, he agreed and told you to hurry and put your swimsuit on before he left you. You knew he wouldn’t, though, he loved you. You were his best friend. Ouch, another sore chord.

He waited for you on the back porch, the beach house the guys had rented had a private beach only accessible to you guys. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, his expression changing ever so slightly to one of surprise.

“What is that?”

“Look, Jacob, I know you don’t have a ton of experience with women but I do expect you know what a bikini looks like.”

Granted, was it a bit revealing? Perhaps, but you were a grown woman, for God’s sake. Regardless, you walked down the short pathway to the beach, occasionally bumping into each other on purpose. You laid your towel out on the sand, wordlessly handing him the sunscreen so he could apply it to your back.

His hands were cold and you shivered against his touch. You heard him attempting to stifle his laughter and elbowed him in the ribs. When he finished, you moved to give him the same treatment. Jake’s back was smooth and his skin was so warm, despite having only been in the sun for a few minutes.

After a second, he turned his head slightly to say, “Well, at least you don’t really have to worry about tan lines, I guess.”

“I could worry less if I didn’t have a top on at all.” It didn’t really have any double meaning behind it, just a true statement. “I mean, it’s not really fair, is it? Guys can take their shirt off, well, anywhere, really. But the second a woman does it, it’s a ‘problem’ and she needs to ‘cover up’. Such a fucking double standard, it’s not my fault I have more fat and tissue there than you do.”

“Penny, there’s no one else here. If you wanna take it off, I won’t judge you. It’s the human body, it’s natural and nothing to be ashamed of.”

You let his words ruminate for a minute, searching his face to ensure he was truly okay with it. Once you found no ounce of hesitation surrounding him, you reached behind you to untie your top, slipping it over your head.

His breath hitched for a second, and he eyed you carefully to make sure you didn’t hear it. When you laid back on your towel, drenched in sunlight appearing to him as an ethereal goddess, he knew you didn’t. The sunglasses you wore were big and orange, a genuine gift from Danny for your birthday.

You looked straight out of a 70s movie, one Josh would probably talk about for weeks. One Jake could watch for the rest of his life and never get tired of.

“Get in the water with me, Jakey,” you begged. He stood with a groan and raced you into the ocean. You let out a betrayed gasp when he splashed you, and began a battle of water. Running away from his torment, he chased you until he finally grabbed your shoulders, turning you pulling you into his chest. He wrestled with you for a second before dunking you into the cold water.

“I could kill you for that, Kiszka.”

With his signature smirk, his eyes boring into yours, he asserted, “I’d love to see you try.”

You threw yourself onto Jake, catching him by surprise and causing him to lose his footing, and took him under with you. When the two of you came up, it was all smiles and boisterous laughter until you both realized you were still pressed into his chest.

His smile died down and you couldn never miss the way his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Jakey?”

“Mhm?”

“Kiss me.”

It felt as if a wire had snapped within the two of you, all the years of tension building up to this very moment. His lips felt like they were branded into yours, and you didn’t mind. You never wanted to lose this feeling. Jake’s hands gripped onto your thighs and you took his hint and jumped. For a moment, you worried about falling, but his hold never faltered as he walked the two of you back to the house.

He laid you down gently on his bed, and, while you wanted him to absolutely take you, the look in his eyes told you he would always be gentle. It was you, after all. You realized, after a second of paused movements, that he’s taking it all in. The way your hair splays around you, how your legs curl up so that your feet dig into the soft comforter, and especially the deep breaths you take that make you look absolutely fucked out already.

Jake lowered himself gently on top of you, but you surely wouldn’t have minded feeling his entire body weight on top of you, at this point. His lips met yours, almost timidly, but you soon concluded he was attempting to control himself. You let him, seeing as how you’re already crossing a plethora of formerly-thought boundaries.

One of his hands reached up to cup your bare breast and you gasped at the contact. He pulled away to make sure you were okay, but upon seeing your eyes closed and mouth open at the sensation, he lowered himself to wrap his lips around your nipple. After giving what he determined to be enough attention to both, he began trailing his lips down your stomach. When he nipped just above your belly button, you scolded him.

“Hey! No marks.”

“Oops.”

He wasn’t sorry, and he wouldn’t pretend to be, either. You couldn’t even say you were that mad. If it wasn’t for the fact that the guys would never let you live it down, you would let him mark you entirely.

Wrapping his fingers around the waistband of your bottoms, he looked up to you for confirmation. You let out a quiet ‘please’ and then they were gone. The way he kept eye contact with you as his tongue delved into your cunt was absolutely sinful. Jake alternated between licking and sucking at your clit seemingly randomly, but it was so strategic. When he stopped you thought you were going to cry.

“Want you to sit on my face, pretty girl.”

He moved you to take your place on the bed, beckoning you onto him. Like any other girl, you didn’t intend on fully taking a seat, however his arms wrapped around your thighs, and you had no other option. Within seconds, you could barely hold yourself up, as if your entire torso was made of jelly. Steadying yourself, you planted your hands on his stomach, and it brought you closer to the edge to feel how his muscles twitched below your touch. Soon you were cumming on his face, and you worried about your grip potentially bruising his abdomen. You fell to his side, his hips beside your face.

Jake’s eyes were beautiful, you had always thought so. Seeing them in this new light, blown out by lust and admiration only brought out that beauty more. Quickly, he roughly planted his lips back on yours, as if they were meant to be there, and, gripping your hips as you had his, brought you back to the center of the bed. He didn’t even bother flipping you around, leaving it so that your head was at the bottom of the mattress.

Turning around for a split second, he grabbed a pillow and maneuvered it underneath your hips.

“Heard that this makes it feel better,” he explained.

In a minute, his swim trunks were on the ground and he was once again searching for that acknowledgement that it was okay to move forward. Once he had it, he was sheathed inside you and you both let out the same low moan.

“You okay?” His hand gently caressed your jaw.

Nodding, you told him breathily, “I’m great, please move, Jakey.”

“God, I love it when you call me that.”

He built his pace up, starting slowly to ensure that you were comfortable. When you moaned, he knew you were wordlessly telling him to go faster. It felt like you were gonna pass out - in a good way, of course - as he thrusted heartily into you, gripping your hips with an unexpected force, and left nearly bruising kisses to your neck.

The sensations were so overwhelming, and you quickly felt your peak approaching once again. It didn’t help hearing those grunts escaping Jake, you’d heard them when he was playing. Within this - much different - context, you thought you’d never been able to hear them again without wanting him to ruin you.

“Cum for me, baby.” That did it. You let out a drawn out moan as you came, and soon he was doing the same.

For a minute, you laid there attempting - but not wanting - to come down from the euphoric pleasure. You felt his hand on your jaw once more, caressing the soft skin of your face. His thumb ran over your swollen lips and you turned to smile at him.

“You know I’ve always kinda been in love with you, right?”

“Good. ‘Cause I’ve always kinda been in love with you too.”

The front door was shut loudly and you heard two boisterous voices. They quieted down for a second before you heard Josh.

“Who the hell tracked all this sand in the house?!”

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