#ALSO GIRL WHOS LESSON I WATCH SOUNDED BEAUTIFUL

[elytrafemme]

the music director drama is fucking insaneee

[sgiandubh]

Things that make you go hmmm - the Live with Kelly and Mark October 2024 edition

I have long suspected that hostile Anons were, in reality, pre-emptive strikes of sorts.

But never has it been more clear than today.

You can watch C's appearance at the Live with Kelly and Mark Show, in full, here:

Instead of bothering you with convoluted explanations, I took the liberty of clipping the part that made me (and not only me) go hmmm. I will transcribe it for our Spanish girls, who normally use a translator.

It is almost too good to be true and goes to show one can never have 100% control over what one says. Especially when on a packed, tiresome and tedious schedule:

[FYI, this clipped portion's time stamp on the original video is 22:24 - 23:00 - nothing has been altered by me, just extracted with as much context as possible, lest you'd accuse me, or something]

A thing of beauty, indeed (thank God for days off, huh?):

Mark Consuelos (MC): 'And you've recently had a... uhm... a birthday...'

C: 'I did'

MC: 'Yeah... did you guys do anything special?'

C: 'Uhm, I had an amazing day, we were in London and we just had wrapped, like a couple of days before, uhm, so I got to, I went to, my husband took me to an art show, then to a three-hour lunch and then to the theatre.'

Kelly Ripa (KR): 'Oh, that sounds like heaven!'

C:' It was heaven and then his birthday was like five days later and I gave him a card (inaudible- if someone can make something out of it, please step forward, by all means, I feel it's sort of important, in the context). It was....'

[laughter in the public]

KR: 'That's okay. That's alright. You also gave him a son, come on, come on, come on.'

C: 'This is true, this is true. How long can I kind of run on that one?'

MC: 'A long time, a long time'.

KR:' Oh, at least eighteen to twenty-five years.'

C:' Okay, great.'

KR:' Yeah'.

One more time: 'we were in London and we just had wrapped, like a couple of days before'. I mean, this made me stop in my tracks, right?

Who is the 'we' that 'were in London'? The same 'we' who' just wrapped, like a couple of days before?' Did I miss something, here?

Since when was Tony McGill involved in the wrapping of the OL production, mind you? And if not, was it a cast trip, just after 'we' (the cast) 'wrapped, like a couple of days before'? Now that would be perfectly absurd, wouldn't it? The question was about her birthday, an intimate, family moment: why bring a collective we, like a sore thumb, in that context?

In English grammar, 'and' is a coordinating conjunction. It mainly serves to connect two words, phrases or, like in this case, clauses together.

[Source: https://www.learngrammar.net/english-grammar/clauses]

In the phrase ' 'we were in London and we just had wrapped, like a couple of days before ', ' we were in London' and 'we just had wrapped, like a couple of days before' are two independent clauses, connected by a coordinator, 'and' (coordinating conjunction). Therefore, the first 'we' and the second 'we' logically refer to the same persons.

Exactly like in the following example:

'I heard her saying this and I just had to stop in my tracks, almost in disbelief'. LOL

This grammar lesson has been brought to you for free, courtesy of Sgian-dubh, Inc.

I rest my case.

PS: ' I got to, I went to, my husband took me'. Enough said. Bless her heart, she is still a very lousy, unconvincing (yet very endearing) liar.

[sophvilla]

Fools in Love ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

<<<Pairing : Bf! Heeseung x Gf!FemReader

<<<Synopsis: After a whole Tiring Day at work, you prepare yourself to walk home as always through the dark alleys at night but only to find out your Boyfriend is already Standing by your workplace

<<<Genre: idol! Heeseung x nonidol FemReader

<<<Content: Fluff , smau + written , Mention of Princess , Heeseung cooked for the reader

Walking out of the your workplace as you mindlessly walk towards the exit while rummaging in your purse to find your phone .

“Ok, let’s do this,” you mutter to yourself as you push open the heavy back door, trying to hype yourself up and steeling yourself for the darkness that will await you outside of your workplace at this time.

You hate your late shifts when you’re the only one left in the building and have to use the exit in the back. Your pulse already speeds up at the thought of having to walk down the dimly lit back alley to reach the main street and the subway station to get back home.

But you have no other choice, and so you step out the door and into the dark alley. And immediately jump when a low voice drawls,

“Hey, princess.”

You dart around with a hand clutched to your chest and your eyes wide, even as your brain begins to register that you know this voice. And, of course, your gaze lands on a very familiar tall, broad shouldered figure with a familiar smiling face.

Heeseung

He is leaning casually against the brick wall, one hand shoved into the pocket of his black jeans, the other holding the keys to his car . He smirks at your baffled expression, Dark brown eyes looking amusedly at you.

" Did I Scared you ? ”

You glare at him, even as you feel a huge relief wash over you. Relief and that all-too-familiar fluttery feeling in your stomach that you always get when you see your boyfriend.

“Hee! What the… ofcourse, you scared me! Standing like that in the alley, What are you doing here?”

Heeseung exhales slowly, watching you through his lashes with those beautiful Bambi-like eyes as he shrugs and smirks that devilishly attractive smirk, making you melt as always .

“Making sure my girl gets home safely, of course.”

You can’t stop the big, happy smile from spreading over your face. This side of your boyfriend always makes you so weak for him. This sweet side of Heeseung that contradicts everything the people who told you he wouldn’t be good for you said.

Yes, your boyfriend has a flirty boy reputation, and yes he is flirty at times but he also gets shy sometimes, sometimes being a tease, then the other times his sweet caring side shows .But yet, here he is, picking you up after your late shift without you having to ask for it. So protective and caring when it comes to you.

You know how he has been busy with his schedule for his upcoming comeback, between constantly practicing and concerts He gets worried if he is spending his sweet time with his girlfriend or not , even though you understand he should focus on his career and himself, he still manages to make time for you guys often making your heart flutter at his tactics.

“I’m glad you are here, baby.”

You smile and get on your tiptoes to kiss Heeseung cheek, feeling the anxiety you felt earlier leave you completely. Whenever Heeseung is with you, you know you are safe, the feeling of assurance and Secure-Ness falls around you like a veil whenever he is there.

Heeseung grins as He wraps one strong arm around you to pull you against his tall body. His lips brush against your forehead In a quick but tender kiss.

“Let’s go home, princess. Dinner is waiting for you.”

“You cooked ? Really !!!, Are you practicing to become a househusband, Hee?”

You grin up at Heeseung playfully, and he laughs, but he sounds very pleased when he replies in that sexy, velvety voice,

“Well I asked for some Cooking lessons from Jay, For you .”

“For me!!, that’s very sweet of you to do that babe. ”

He winks at you and offers you one of his toned arms as if he is a knight or an actor in a 1950s rom-com. As you giggle at his boyish green when you take Heeseung’s arm and hold on to him as you walk down the dimly lit alley together.

Usually, you are scared to walk down this narrow, dark street. But not tonight. Not when you are holding onto Heeseung’s arm, your hand wrapped tightly around his biceps, his tall, strong body so reassuringly brushing against your side.

The dark alley and the nightly city have lost their will to scare you anymore and now that Heeseung is with you as He tells you about the dinner he cooked for you and how he beat his Friends at a video game they were playing earlier.

You know you are safe when Heeseung is with you. Even the two sinister-looking guys loitering around at the end of the alley quickly leave after casting one look at Heeseung’s face and his tall, broad body.

You smile and snuggle against His warm body, thinking that there are definitely certain benefits to dating a boy like Him

You reach Heeseung’s car shortly after, and he holds open the passenger door for you while smirking that sexy, boyish smirk, always acting like an old-fashioned gentleman when it comes to you.

You watch him while he drives, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your thigh, interlacing his long fingers with your smaller ones.

And you can’t stop smiling from ear to ear. Heeseung cooked dinner for you. He came here to pick you up. And you know that he’s turning up the heating in his car just for you. just like he is doing so many little and big things for you all the time. Anything for you, without you ever having to ask for it. Because he loves you.

It makes your heart feel so full.

You lean across the center console at the first red light, pressing another sweet kiss to Heeseung’s cheek. But he turns his face so your lips end up on his. You feel his grin against your lips as his large hand captures your chin, cupping it firmly, holding you in place so he can deepen the kiss, licking into your mouth with a few playful flicks of his tongue before he pulls away again.

“Thank you for picking me up, baby.”

You smile, your fingers tightening around His hand, which is back in your lap,

You see the corners of Heeseung’s lips lift in a matching smile even while his gaze is fixed on the street before him, and his voice sounds playful but warm at the same time,

“You’re welcome, princess. From now on, I’ll pick you up every time you have a late shift. There’s no way you’re walking through dark alleys without me.”

[pinknipszz]

golden girl

↷ ˊ- neteyam/metkayina reader | (i.), (ii.), (iii.), (iv.)

“every day, people came to see the girl without any name”

neteyam tried so hard to find some semblance of his home in the sea, but how could he when they were nothing alike? he scorns the sand and salt that replaced the sweet smell of morning dew and soft soil. he misses the trees he used to climb to and fro. there’s beauty in the mangroves, of course, but nothing compares to home.

his heart ached bitterly at the thought. as if i’ll ever see it again. neteyam returned to cleaning his bone knife in a shaded spot that overlooked the beach. the spot put a great distance between him and the salty water, but it was enough to keep a close eye on his siblings playing near the shoreline. he wasn’t asked to by anyone, but old habits die hard. 

they splashed about like babies, having given up on their efforts to convince him to join them. it’s not like he minded; he was still exhausted from the breathing lessons a few hours prior. 

his ear twitched at the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. he kept his eyes trained on the curved bone knife, not sparing a glance at the quiet weight beside him. neteyam bit his cheek. he waited and waited, expecting to hear his mother’s voice, or even his father ready with another lecture. when he heard neither, he finally looked to see who was invading his space.

it was you, the beautiful metkayina girl who took the liberty of teaching tuk one-on-one.

it was by some miracle really. you weren’t even supposed to be on that side of the beach that day, but by ewya’s will, you went against your mother and stumbled upon a very frustrated ao’nung and a pitiful batch of sully children. you didn’t have plans to interfere, until you caught sight of sweet tuk struggling to mount her ilu. apparently, something in her expression moved you to lend a helping hand.

ao’nung jumped at the opportunity to abandon his duties and join his friends, leaving the omatikaya at your mercy. thankfully, you have been merciful, far more than anyone else has been. you spoke with unending patience and guided their hands to the right place, going so far as to reposition neteyam's legs when he mounted incorrectly. your touch was brief, but the sensation lingered.

the sun was long gone by the time you finished. you left first, not before bidding farewell with a single promise to help tuk, and the others, again if necessary. as you spoke, he caught the fondness in your eyes when you smiled at him. kiri and lo’ak quickly caught on as he watched your disappearing figure.

days passed like this. lessons with ao’nung and tsireya resumed with you occasionally joining them, and the sully kids made great progress. it was admirable, really, how much you balanced them out. you were kind, but also stern when you needed to be. you came up with solutions that accommodated everyone, not without establishing your own objectives. you had every quality of a leader. even the chief’s children looked up to you.

and you were sitting beside him, right now. 

“are you alright?” you asked with a kindness that made his heart clench. neteyam quickly rid himself of those thoughts. you were just a good person checking up on him, he reasoned.

“yeah, ‘m still tired from the lessons. i didn’t even know I could stay underwater for that long.” he shuddered at the memory. it was only half a lie—spun up in a spur of the moment to spare the details of his homesickness and thoughts of you. whatever it was he said, it made you laugh, and neteyam swore he never heard a sweeter sound.

“i understand how difficult it is. on the bright side, you beat your brother’s record of four minutes. don’t tell him i said that, though.” the corner of his lips quirked up into a smile at the mention of his brother. “it’s a commendable achievement worth sharing with your parents later.” 

“you’re right, but the glory won't last long. he’ll stay up all night trying to regain his honor.”

“i suppose he is quite competitive.” you hummed, watching his siblings play tag in the distance. “still, i am amazed by your willingness to learn our ways. you are a quick learner.” it was a brief compliment, but he still scratched the back of his neck and chuckled, growing shy under your praise.

however, at the mention of his "willingness" to learn, he faltered.

neteyam was no stranger to guilt. he was born into war as the eldest of four; it was a dangerous concoction. it felt different when he looked at you, one of the few who didn’t think they were alien trash, as if he wasn’t thinking ill of your home just a few moments prior.

and here you were, praising him for something he doubts he possesses. guilt sat like a stone in his stomach. 

he cleared his throat. “honestly, i doubt we would’ve made it this far on our own. you and tsireya were a huge help. we owe you guys big time.”

“nonsense!” you laughed as if it was the most preposterous thing. you reached out to pat him gently, and you pulled back just as fast. his skin burned from the loss of contact. “we only do half the work while you guys do the rest. progress wouldn’t come so easily if you didn’t appreciate the work you're doing. tsireya and i can’t control that kind of stuff.”

neteyam nodded, his mouth dry. you babbled on and on about nonsensical things, like how your day went and how a new necklace was coming along, and he greedily soaked them up. he studied you, meanwhile. have you always been so perceptive? his heart rattled in his chest—from guilt or infatuation—he didn’t know what, but it pumped through his veins like adrenaline.

he loved the forest—loves it still. he doubted any amount of time at sea would change that for him, but you enraptured him to a degree he couldn't even begin to comprehend.

(masterlist)

[bouncybongfairy]

was wondering if you could write a morty smith x reader where you both get high after studying together?

Study Date

Morty Smith x Fem Reader

Summary: Morty musters up the courage and asks you over for a study date. Who knew studying human biology could have such interactive hands on lessons.

Word Count: 1.5k

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Smut, Fingering, Squirting, Nipple Play.

(Aged up)

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It was lunch and you were sitting at one of the tables in the quad. Your friends were fixing up their hair and make-up as they picked at their food. Talking shit about girls they either didn’t know and/or don’t like. The conversation was starting to shift, them talking about how Morty came up to you before class. He’d invited you to come over after school and study. A lot of your friends think he’s weird or odd. That was one of the things you liked most about him. Most guys tried acting all big and confident when trying to pursue you. Puffing their shoulders out and bragging about all the illegal activities they partake in. Morty was quite nervous when he spoke with you, like he was savoring every second he could be near you. Him being so flustered and shy made you feel flattered. 

“Are you really going to his house after school?” Trisha asked. 

“Yeah, why not?” you asked, stabbing at your salad. 

“I don’t know he’s just kinda… like strange?” she asked, which made the entire table laugh. 

“Not as strange as Brad going back and forth between you and Jessica like he’s test driving a car he might wanna buy. Even once he picks the one he wants, we all know he’ll run it into the ground,” you said, packing your lunch and bag. 

They were idiots and you didn’t appreciate the little jab towards Morty. You could tell that it took a lot of him to muster up the courage to talk to you. As someone who also struggled with shyness and social anxiety, it hurt you to see people poke fun at that. You ended up going home early, too worked up to go back to class. Even though you had nerves, that didn’t take away from how excited you were. There were two classes where you sat behind him, at times you wouldn’t pay attention to what was going on. Watching all his nervous little mannerisms, the way he picked at his nails. Or scratched the back of his neck when we were given an assignment he didn’t understand. 

Sometimes he’d come to school with a gash above his eyebrow, or a purple tinted bruise under his eye. You liked how he kinda looked sad and tired all the time. It was weird, you weren’t really sure why. It didn’t take long for you to get home. Letting yourself in because your mom and dad were both at work. This worked out great for you, it meant you could take hits of your pen out in the open. Also allowing you to use all the makeup on your moms vanity without her fussing. Time was flying by a lot faster now that you weren’t on campus. This may sound vain but you really want to impress him with your physical beauty.

Ensuring to pay attention to the smallest details, making sure your eyelash glue wasn’t visible. That your concealer wasn’t caking under your eyes. After staring at yourself in the mirror for a while, you drove over. His house was really nice, furnished like a 90’s family movie. Pictures of family and inspirational quotes, very cozy. Morty’s room was nice. He could normally keep it very tidy but, you’d like to think he cleaned it because you were coming over. Different posters scattered about his room, a rug in the middle of the room; made to look like the solar system. 

“Have you always been into science?” you asked. 

“Uh, no my grandpa is the one who made me into it,” he said, pulling out the chair for you to sit at his desk. 

“Oh yeah, Trish was telling me about that. What’s like the craziest thing you guys ever did in space?” you asked, emptying your bag. 

“One time Rick was selling this-” he started but you interrupted. 

“No, no I meant like you. Not Rick, I wanna know what’s the craziest thing you’ve done,” you clarified. 

“I- um well. This one time Rick had to do some business on the citadel, I couldn’t come for w-what ever reason. There’s this, like club/bar thing called the Creepy Morty. It was the first time I snorted kalaxian c-crystals and some crazy shit w-went down,” he said, chuckling a little. 

“Oh my god, that sounds like a lot of fun,” you said, opening up your biology book. Pulling out the notes you’d written during class. 

“Your writing is so nice,” he said, watching you bend down to get your pink pencil box. 

“Thank you, I feel like those were pretty sloppy,” you said, opening the plastic box and revealing a plethora of weed paraphernalia, “Will we get in trouble for smoking here?” you asked, licking the grape flavored wrap. 

“B-be my guest,” he said, laughing nervously, “Can you even r-roll with nails?” he asked. 

Instead of verbally responding, you just finished rolling. He pointed out how you made the mouthpiece slightly tighter than the rest of it. The fact that he noticed this small detail made you blush. Putting the blunt between your lips, gesturing from him to light it. His hand shook a little as he brought the flame to you. It was surprising to you, watching him take ghost inhales without coughing. The two of you began talking back and forth, just about life and whatever came to mind. Eventually the conversation began to shift, you asking if he had a girlfriend. 

“No, w-why would I invite you over if I did,” he laughed. 

“Oh so you invited me over for romantic reasons?” you asked, tilting your head up and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. 

“What? No Absolutely- I just…” he began slightly panicking. 

“No? Aww that’s too bad,” you said. 

“Really?” he asked. 

“I mean yeah, I think you’re really cool. I like you alot, I can’t deny that when you asked me to come over I was really excited,” you said, handing him the blunt. 

“Holy shit, honestly you don’t understand how good that is to hear,” he said. 

“Well now that we both can admit we never really intended on studying, maybe we can watch a movie on my laptop?” you asked.

He of course agreed, now laying on your stomachs. His twin size bed only made for your bodies to be pressed against each other. Watching a horror movie that he suggested. Already 15 minutes in, you were waiting for him to make a move. He was laying on his side, back facing the wall and his elbow was supporting his head . Rubbing your back but keeping a respectful distance from your ass. Eventually he started to wander down, making your back arch involuntarily. You could have sworn he chuckled, to be fair most of your focus was trying to act like it isn't affecting you. Going down past your skirt, his fingertips now against your skin. At first he was just feeling you up, squeezing and groping after a while. 

You were happy to be wearing makeup because your face was getting hot. He started to make things more intense, now rubbing the fabric of your panties. You had to bite back a gasp as he traced your slit with his fingers. He curls his leg around yours, spreading your thighs apart. Pulling your panties down and slightly, giving his hand room to spread your wetness around. Pushing his middle and ring finger into you. At first he maintained a slow place, giving you time to stretch around him. Starting to get more desperate, you arch and push yourself down onto his fingers. You were no longer regulating how loud you were being, letting pants and moans out without any shame. Morty noticed this and changed his position. Flipping you from your stomach to your back, pulling your shirt above your chest. He became animalistic once he saw your chest. 

Taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Sucking and flicking his tongue as he fucked his finger back into you. Becoming rougher, biting and nipping at your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, not pulling through. Just caressing him, your mind becoming more and more foggy with pleasure. Your legs were trembling and you could feel your orgasm approaching. So could he, prompting him to pull his fingers out and play with your clit. It wasn’t long until you were coming, squirting on his hand. This took him off guard but made him cum in his boxers. Spreading your juices to your chest and slapping your breasts. Splashing the liquid around until you were squirming and reddened. The two of you laid there for a while until you broke the silence. 

“Can I do you back?” you asked and he shook his head. 

“No I came in my pants,” he said so casually that you couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Oh yeah?” he asked, started mimicking the way you were moaning. Making both of you giggle yourselves to sleep.

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, mentions of poop, mentions of homophobia (joke), mentions of men getting pregnant

Desc: here the boys discuss whether men can get pregnant or not and other shenanigans. this also very fucking stupid

Mikey: i just took the biggest shit

Mikey: you guys will not believe the sheer size of this thing like it's as big as my forearm

Mikey: makes me wonder how women give birth

Kazutora: ?

Draken: keep this shit to yourself what the hell is wrong with you

Mikey: how can i keep this shit to myself when i've already flushed it down the toilet🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Mitsuya: what does you shitting have to do with women giving birth?

Mitsuya: never mind shouldn't have asked

Mikey: well the poop tore my butt up so imagine what babies do to vaginas

Baji: this is why i'm never giving birth. looks too hard

Draken: ...you're not a candidate to do so? you're male?

Baji: what does my gender have to do with giving birth

Draken: it has everything to do with it??? what are you talking about

Baji: wow didn't know you guys were so sexist

Chifuyu: Baji-san, gender and sex are two different things...

Baji: ?

Chifuyu: sex is your chromosomes and basically what you were born with and gender is what you identify as. so since you're male, you don't have the reproductive organs to get pregnant and have a child. only female bodied people can.

Smiley: bro you're 17 how the fuck do you not know this

Baji: never been good at biology

Smiley: you don't have to be good at it to know you can't get pregnant💀

Baji: so men can't get pregnant?

Chifuyu: well if someone born as a female transitions into a man, then gets pregnant, we can pretty much say that men can get pregnant

Baji: so men can get pregnant but not males?

Chifuyu: yeah i guess

Baji: interesting

Baji: i don't think anyone's tried hard enough

Baji: i'll get a male pregnant one day, watch

Mitsuya: wtf

Draken: is the biology lesson over?

Mikey: my ass still hurts i think i'll need ointment

Kazutora: why r u reporting this to us

Mikey: you guys are my friends

Mitsuya: no ones wants to know about your bowel movements

Baji: why do you always wanna sound smart Mitsuya. just say shit or shitting

Smiley: watch, next time he'll say defecation

Chifuyu: excretion

Mikey: excrement

Kazutora: fecal matter

Draken: guys what the fuck can we not talk about this? it's fucking gross

Baji: oho here comes the fucking poop police

Kazutora: instead of his siren going "wee woo wee woo" it probably goes "pee poo pee poo" lmao

Mikey: LMAO😭

Draken: what are you a bunch of 5 year olds??

Baji: we're 17

Draken: 😐

Mitsuya: can we change the subject? christ

Smiley: i did crack for the first time yesterday. shit was crazy

Mikey: YOU DO DRUGS???? BRO

Baji: yo Nahoya what the fuck

Draken: we're not supposed to do drugs

Smiley: who's we?? i'm doing them not you🤨??

Draken: and what's Angry gonna think?

Smiley: he doesn't need to know. and i did it to impress a girl so chill it's not a regular thing

Mikey: why would you try and impress a girl with doing crack?

Smiley: she's a drug addict

Smiley: but the sex was fire tho even though she tried to kill me halfway through

Mikey: YOU'RE HAVING SEX??

Kazutora: that's not fair☹️

Kazutora: where are you meeting women?

Smiley: outside

Kazutora: oh

Draken: why did she try to kill you?

Smiley: halfway through she started choking the shit outta me while she was on top and i almost died but also it was the best nut i've ever experienced so it's a win win

Mikey: that doesn't sound appealing at all😭

Draken: that sounds like assault actually

Smiley: idgaf a beautiful woman can do whatever she wants with me and if she wants to kill me then so be it (i'm a feminist)

Mitsuya: yeah but like, she should have asked

Smiley: we were both high off our rockers

Draken: yeah i feel like she should have asked you so you could have developed a healthy sex dynamic where you both share each other kinks before hand

Baji: oho here comes the fucking sex police

Kazutora: this time the siren would be men whimpering

Chifuyu: why men?

Kazutora: i don't think Draken would use women moaning cause of how the brothel might have traumatized him i think and he respects women too much

Kazutora: also he's gay

Draken: fuck off i'm not

Draken: and Baji say something else i dare you

Baji: what are you gonna do? have sex with me?

Smiley: you're all taking this way too seriously😁

Baji: with what Kazutora said, i'ma start blasting whimpering audios when i get a car

Mitsuya: i'm pretty sure that's illegal or something

Smiley: dawg no one wants to hear that

Baji: who wouldn't want to hear men whimpering?

Baji: especially the high pitched ones

Baji: cause you can associate them with twinks

Baji: with dual coloured hair, jingly earnings and large unsettling eyes

Baji: and maybe even a blonde with an undercut and big blue cow eyes

Kazutora: Baji what are you on about

Chifuyu: wait are you being serious or is this a joke Baji-san 😂😂😂😂

Draken: uhh

Smiley: i keep hoping you being gay is a joke but then you say shit like this

Baji: why

Smiley: i'm not fond of gay people

Baji: homophobia's got you missing out on some good head

Draken: we support and respect all identies, Smiley. don't make this a problem

Smiley: i'll ask again, WHO'S WE?

[pensat-i-fet]

More Gavi (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**Another cute request. It was fun writing this one and adding a bit of Spanish. I never want to put too much because some people might find it annoying but it obviously makes sense here. Let me know your thoughts about that. And enjoy reading ❤️**

Word count: 2328

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Wattpad

"Hey".

"I need your help", he said, getting inside the house without looking back.

"Hello to you too, mister rude".

You walked to the living room right when Gavi turned to look at you, expression serious.

"What's going on?"

"I have to do an advert for Nike".

You couldn't help but hit his arm when he said that.

"Don't come into my house talking as if something horrible has happened and then say that, you idiot. You scared me!"

"I have to speak English!!", he said, raising his hands as if that explained everything.

"So?"

"I don't know how to. You do. So you need to help me".

“Alright then. First lesson. How do you say por favor in English? Easy one to warm up?”

But as much as you wanted to tease him, when you saw his worried face, you knew you would help him. Of course, you were going to. You’d do anything for him.

“I’ll help you”, you said, rolling your eyes.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

When he hugged you, you sighed. You didn’t need to ask him how to say that you were the stupid girl who fell in love with her best friend and that kept getting friend zoned because you knew that one already.

“What do you need to say?”

“I’ll show you the script they gave me”.

You cleared the table you had been using for work and picked up a notebook just in case you needed it at some point.

“Here”.

A quick look at the list made you frown. “That’s it?”

“Yes”.

“Pablo, it’s just a couple of words that are almost the same as in Spanish”.

“But I pronounce them weirdly!”, he complained again.

“Because you’re Spanish!”

“So are you and you can speak English well”.

“I’m the exception”, you joked, flipping your hair.

Gavi groaned and hit his head against the table, making you laugh. He was so extra.

“How do you say mi amiga es insoportable? (My friend is unbearable)”

“My friend is the most beautiful girl in the world”.

“Hilarious!”

While he still looked at you, pouting, you picked up the notebook and wrote the words down.

“Ok. So we got intensity, which is intensidad”.

“Yeah”.

“So repeat: in-ten-si-ty”.

“In…tensi…ty”.

“You sound like you are afraid of the word when it describes you perfectly”.

“I’m afraid of saying it. Did I do well?”

“Could have been worse. Let’s just say it again but a bit faster”.

You kept practising until he felt confident and you could move to saying the whole sentences in one go.

“Ok, precision now”.

“What?”

His confused face made you laugh. He was so adorable…and you needed to stop thinking about him being adorable.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“The way you said it was funny”.

“Also, the correct way. It’s almost like precisión. Come on…”.

“It’s nothing like precisión”.

“We’ll go slowly with this one then”.

You wrote the syllables down and pointed at each one so he could repeat after you.

“Pre”.

“Pre”.

“Ci”.

“Ci.”

“Sion”.

“Sion”.

“Precision”.

“I can’t!”

This time, instead of putting his head against the table, he put it on your shoulder. One of his hands went to the back of your chair, but the other was on your thigh. You knew he’d always been like this but ever since you were aware of your feelings for him being so strong, it became hard to deal with him touching you so much.

“You know what this reminds me of?”, you said, moving so he could go back to his chair and changing the subject to distract yourself.

“Of what?”

“That episode of Friends in which Phoebe is trying to teach Joey French and she talks slowly and he’s doing fine. But then he has to say the whole thing and says some gibberish. That was you, literally”.

“I’ve never watched Friends. I don’t know”.

You were shocked. How could you have known him for so long and not know this dark secret?

“We can’t be friends, then”.

“Why?”

“I love Friends!”

“We can watch it later. I’m not leaving until I know how to do this so get the guest room ready. Or maybe I’ll fall asleep in your bed again if I convince you to keep teaching me until you literally fall asleep”.

Yeah…that wasn’t going to happen. That was something that happened “before”. Not now.

“You’re doing really well. We’ll be done soon”.

“Really?”, his happy face always made you smile. “How do you say eso es porque tengo la mejor profesora?”

“That’s because I have the best teacher. And yes, that's exactly why".

You continued working on his pronunciation until it was time for dinner. Teaching was exhausting and Gavi run from training straight to your house so you were both starving.

“You don’t have to cook after all you’ve helped me. Let me order something”.

Before you had time to move, Gavi was right behind you, hugging you and putting his chin on your shoulder to look at what you were preparing.

“It’s just pre-made stuff. Move back so I can put it in the oven”.

The way you took his arms off you made him frown. You’ve never reacted like that to him hugging you.

“Are you ok?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”, you asked, putting the food in the oven and avoiding looking at him. Too afraid he’d noticed the reason why you didn’t want him to touch you. “Should I make a salad too?”

“Sure”.

Once the food was ready, you took your plates to the sofa and you found online the episode of Friends you were talking about before. “The one where Joey speaks French”.

You loved screening movies and shows for people. You would look at them whenever you knew something interesting was about to happen and most were annoyed by the spoiler, but Gavi never minded. Especially with horror movies. You saved him from being scared so many times.

“I’m cold”, he said suddenly, and you took your blanket and gave it to him.

He moved closer to you so it could cover both of you and you tried to just focus on the show. No longer interested in looking at him because he was too close and your heart was beating fast enough already.

“I’m still cold”.

“I’m not turning the heating on in March”.

“Cuddle me, then”.

It was too dark, thankfully, for him to see your face at that moment. “I can get you a hot water bottle if you want”.

“Or you could just cuddle me like we have done a million times”.

“My back hurts. I’m comfortable in this position, sorry”.

“Really? Is that why you pulled away from my hug earlier?”

Now you did turn to look at him. Not only had he noticed but he was worrying about it.

“Yeah”.

“Do you need some medicine? Or I could buy some pomade and help you apply it”.

Why was he coming up with the worst ideas?

“I’ll take some paracetamol later, don’t worry. It’s nothing”.

Even though he wasn’t convinced, he didn’t talk about it more. At least he had an answer now for your weird reaction when he hugged you. It had hurt him so much to feel rejected by you…by the best friend he was in love with.

                                    **

Having Fridays off was a blessing. You got to sleep in after a week of early mornings…except for when you got calls at 8.30 am.

“Who on Earth is calling me…”, but then you say the name on the screen and answered immediately.

“I need you!”

Oh God…

“And I need sleep, Gavi”.

“You have to come to film the advert with me, please. I’ve forgotten everything you taught me”.

“No, you haven’t. You’re nervous. And I’m sure they have people there who can help you”.

“But I don’t want them. I want you”.

How you wished he was saying that in another context.

“I’ll be there. But you owe me one. Well…another one”.

“I love you!”

“Yeah yeah yeah”.

Getting out of your warm bed was hard but knowing you were going to spend the morning with Gavi made it a little easier. Even if it was getting harder and harder to just be his friend.

By the time you got there, everyone was getting a bit impatient about having to wait for “a friend”.

“Sorry, traffic was bad”.

“Can we start now?”, said one of the guys with the cameras.

“Yes”, told him Gavi, side-eyeing him. “She has to come with me so she can help me read the lines”.

“As long as we can start working, I don’t care if she wants to be your foot stunt double for the shoots”.

The guy’s grumpy tone made you laugh.

“You don’t want me to kick the ball”.

“I know”, laughed Gavi, kissing your cheek and telling you to follow him.

It was hard, but you managed to resist the urge to touch the area where he had kissed you. You could still feel his lips there. He was making it so difficult…

Gavi was actually way more nervous about speaking those few English words than you expected. He was criticised so much for his on-the-pitch behaviour that he didn’t want this to be another reason for people to make fun of him. So you took this even more seriously than back at your place.

Finally, after some struggling, he was done. And you could tell the crew was so happy to be done with this advert. Something so simple had taken so long.

“More Gavi, yeah…just what the world needs”, you joked when he was going back to where you waited for him.

“It’s what you need, don’t lie. How do you say cuanto más Gavi, mejor?”

“The more Gavi, the better. But that’s a lie so don’t say it to people. Your mum taught you better than that”.

He laughed and put his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his side. And even if you knew this wasn’t helping, at all, you let him. Putting your arm around his waist, you let him hold you because it felt so good to be that close to him. Better than it should.

“How do you say…”, he wasn’t going to stop now, “te como la cara?”

You snorted at that. “I wouldn’t recommend you telling people you want to eat their face. It sounds weird”.

“It doesn’t sound weird in Spanish”.

“That’s because we are weird. So one weird cancels the other”.

“I want to do it anyway”, he said, pretending he was going to bite your cheek and making you move away from him.

“Stop that!”

“But I’m hungry!”

And you kept bickering on the way to your car, not realising once again that the feelings were mutual. That you moved away from him to protect your feelings or that he wanted to be always as close to you as possible because there was no one else that made him feel the way you did.

                               **

Pablito ❤️: the ad is out. I posted on IG. Go see it!

You: compliment your teacher on my behalf. Brilliant job she did.

Pablito ❤️: I’m on my way.

You: I didn’t mean literally!

The doorbell alerted you that Gavi was already there. This boy…

“What is that?”

“Your favourite cupcakes as a thank you”.

“You still owe me but thank you for always enabling my sugar addiction”.

He stayed in the living room while you went to the kitchen to get some napkins and plates for the cupcakes.

“Ok, the one with all the fruit for you and the one with all the chocolate for me”.

“Can I have a bite of your one?”

“Sure”.

You watched the ad while you ate, laughing at all the moments you knew had to be redone more than 20 times.

“You really made that crew earn their salary that day, Pablito”.

“I don’t think they’ll ever want to work with me again”.

“Who could blame them?”

Seeing you laugh was always special for Gavi. It was while you were laughing at one of his jokes that he thought, for the first time, about how beautiful you really were. He always knew you were but…he fully noticed what that beauty meant to him. The sound you made when you laughed was music to his ears, but it was the way your face lit up that hypnotized him.

“What?”, you asked when you saw him staring at you. “I have chocolate on my face?”

But he couldn’t talk, so he just shook his head.

He was tired of hiding his feelings. Of pretending he wasn’t in love with you for fear of you turning him down. It could ruin your friendship and he knew that. He feared that could happen. But living in fear was painful too. He had to do this.

“Can we have another lesson?”

“Sure”.

You didn’t look very convinced because he was worrying you a bit.

“How do you say te quiero?”

You swallowed. He should know that. Why was he asking? “I love you”.

He nodded. “And how do you say te quiero pero no quiero quererte solo como un amigo?” (I love you but I don't want to just love you as a friend).

“Pablo…”.

“Or should I just say it in Spanish so nothing gets lost in translation?”

“Do you mean it?”, you asked, full of hope.

“I do”.

Seeing you’re reaction gave him the final push to get closer to you. He held your face with his hands and spoke quietly.

“You’re the best friend I could ask for. And a pretty good teacher too. But I want more. Do you want more?”

“More Gavi?”

You both laughed and then you kept leaning forward until your lips finally connected. Finally showing each other how much you really wanted this. And kisses had no language. Everyone could understand what they meant.

[dinozarr]

since baefy demanded i do gymtrainer!choso... ¹⁸⁺

𝐆𝐘𝐌𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 . . . who offered you “private lessons” for after your relentless gym work outs. he’s been your number one supporter throughout your journey and you couldn’t have adored him more. he was practically every girls dream man. funny. smart. supportive. he had it all down to the bone.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he had to know his way around a woman’s body, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he did seeing as how attractive he is. he had the personality and the looks? he most definitely knew how to seduce a woman. and, he absolutely did. well, he was able to please you, at least.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the first time he brought you back to his place for your private lessons, he found out you were still a virgin and sat you in front of his full-length mirror. for the next hour, or so, he had your legs spread completely with your back leaning into his broad-rock solid chest. one arm wrapped around you to rip your panties off, gliding his thick calloused fingers through your dripping folds; opposite hand reaching for your sports bra and ripping it off completely with his raw strength. he fondled your breast, stimulating your body with the simultaneous kneading of each sensitive area.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he watched with an arrogant shaped grin spread across his face, allowing your head to rest along his shoulder as he planted kitten kisses against the silky skin of your neck. each time he’d pump his fingers into you, your body caved in and whimpering murmurs were traveling through his sense of hearing. he loved every bit of it, purposely dragging out slow thrusts just to see you squirm against his firm grasp and practically fuck yourself by bucking your hips against his fingers. the double stimulation had your mind going haywire, eyes barely able to stay open all the while you hit your climax.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the second time you went over to his place, you could feel a heartbeat in your cervix the minute you stepped foot into his apartment. you thought by sitting on his couch, that you could calm yourself down. however, when one conversation led to another, he had you face down-ass up against the arm rest. your hands gripped the fabric like your life depended on it, eyes rolling with each stern rut he thrusted into your desperate cunt. mewls and broken gasps exasperated from your trembling lips, mixing into the sounds of his lower abdomen smacking against your ass.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the way his pulsating erection dragged against your walls was like no other. you’ve never dealt with a man his size, taking a minute to adjust to him. after a while into him pounding your drenched pussy, he grabbed one of your arms and pinned it to your lower back, your other gripping his couch even tighter. he had one hand pinning you down, the other in a life-threatening grasp around the skin of your hip. every time he pulled out, he left just the tip opening your sopping hole, thrusting back in with such merciless force it had you quite literally seeing stars. he didn’t care that all of your juices were coating his couch, he wanted to make sure your tight cunt was marred into the shape of his dick.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy fucking in every position possible all over every inch of his apartment, your body practically craving him at this point. and, he craved you just as much as you did him. maybe a bit more. he loved watching you suck him in further whenever he dared to pull out, your cries growing whinier throughout his veins raking against your walls oh so deliciously. he also loved looking down at you whilst your mouth was overfilled with his dick, one hand resting atop your head as he guided you through taking every inch of him. all he did was coo your sobs and use the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears that messed up your beautiful makeup. it was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

NOTEZ : i most definitely wrote this for my beautiful gf @angelsfae 😻😻👐👐(jazz hands) but i guess i hope you guys enjoy it too🙄🙄

© TAKST4Z 2023 — all rights reserved. mature discretion. please do not plagiarize or steal any of my works or grapnics.

[ririya-translates]

Soshiro Yonaga's Story

For his birthday on May 15th, I translated Sou's pre-release short story (original) written by Shin Towada (lead scenario writer) with concept art by the artist Lownine. No real spoilers as it takes place before the newcomers' performance as usual. I opted to keep some honorifics in this one between Sou and Kisa just because I couldn't find a good solution around that in the time I had for this. Hopefully it doesn't read too out of place.

That day we shared a dream together, and even now I'm still in it. --Where is this? His field of vision opens abruptly. Warm rays of sunlight fall gently at his feet. Unable to grasp the situation, he looks around at his surroundings. A single torii gate beckons him. Beyond the gate lies a sleepy shrine nodding off to sleep. Memories come to Soshiro Yonaga's mind at the sight of it. "Sou-chan!" As soon as he connects this place to his memories, he hears the voice of a child ring out. Yonaga's body jumps inside as it takes in the sound of that affectionate nickname again. Reliving it in his mind, he sees three kids racing towards him. The one running in the lead is a wide-eyed adorable girl. And right behind her is a boy a couple years older. A boy with a refined beauty who quite resembles the girl. Trailing behind them is the sort of typical boy you'd find anywhere, running with all his might. --That's me. Yonaga instinctively takes in a breath. And with that breath comes a deep understanding. This is a dream. He's watching a dream of the distant past. "Sou-chan! C'mon hurry up, let's play pretend!" The girl takes the young Yonaga's hand. --…chan Yonaga calls out the girl's name, but the voice does not come out. The kids pass him by, dashing through the gate towards the shrine. --Hey, wait…! Trying to chase after them, Yonaga also passes through the torii gate. The moment he does, the figures of the three kids go dim, as if being mocked by his own mind. Not just the kids, but the gate, the shrine, even Yonaga himself starts to disappear. "Okay, you play the lead today Sou-chan!" The only thing left is the children's playful voices. --Wait. "Please, wait!!" Yonaga shouts. He realizes he's in bed with his hand stretched up into the air like in the beginning of a story. "Ah…" Light shines through a crack in the curtain. Vrr, vrr--his morning phone alarm urges him out of bed. It's morning. "Ugh…" He rubs his eyes to avoid facing it, feeling a bit embarrassed about his hand stretched towards the empty air. He's at Univeil Drama School as one of the new first-years of the Quartz class. "I've gotta get out of bed." Another day begins.

He sluggishly finishes getting ready, shoves down some breakfast from the dorm cafeteria, and then heads off to school a little late. "Um…." At Univeil, the mornings consist of rigorous study of a wide variety of topics pertaining to theatre under the expert faculty. Students are permitted to choose their own courses, meaning that those in the same class wouldn't all study the same subjects. Knowing this, Yonaga scans the classroom thoroughly. (Ah…) There's a student of short stature with a delicate frame who demonstrates a strength of will like no one else. It's the same person from the dream, the childhood friend he used to play pretend with. And now they're assigned to the same class in the same grade. "Morn-" "Class is starting now" Unfortunately the teacher appears before he can hardly open his mouth. Despite his interest being on his friend, the class mercilessly continues. He rushes in to take his seat, stealing one last glimpse before focusing on the lesson. After the morning lessons crammed full of new things to learn, time moves into the afternoon. Quartz class rehearsals start from this point onwards. Students from all years gather in the rehearsal room. They're practicing for the newcomers' performance planned for the end of May. "Okay, okaaay, now let's run through everything again so far!" (Neji) As a place that recognizes independence, Univeil Drama School has come to revolve around its performances and students. Kokuto Neji is the class leader directing Quartz. He's a genius, handling everything from the scripts to the stage. "All you older students, watch the first-years carefully to help them out." Neji energetically gives out directions. "Okay then, all the Jeannes come over here," says Quartz's Al Jeanne, Sarafumi Takashina, as he steps forward. He always acts friendly towards everyone, but the overwhelmingly brilliant flowering aura he radiates makes Yonaga nervous just standing next to him. And Fumi isn't the only one like this. There's also Kai Mutsumi, the Jack Ace with a diligent expression who leads the Jacks, and Mitsuki Shirota, the tresor who gives out his opinions on songs without an ounce of intimidation from Neji. And then there's Neji who brings everyone together to propel them further and further forward. Just these people alone make quite the impression. Yonaga's anxiety reaches a point where he questions if it's even okay for someone like him to be standing here right now. And he seems far from the only new student feeling the pressure.

"…Okay everyooone, let's take a break!" The second after hearing Neji's order, the first-years collapse to sit down with worn-out expressions. Yonaga also takes in a big breath as if trying to quench a dry throat. But there's a few in the group acting differently. "Hey, Orimaki's dancing with someone." Suzu Orimaki. Yonaga instinctively searches the room for a certain person. The noisy pounding in his chest gives him a feeling of who it might be. (Ah…) The one facing Suzu as a dance partner is Yonaga's same childhood friend. Suzu likely asked her so they could try out what they had practiced in rehearsal. She-- That's right, she's a girl. His female childhood friend is here at Univeil, the school where boys play all the male and female roles. She enrolled at the all-boys school while hiding her gender. "All right, let's do it!" "Yeah!" She and Suzu exchange words then she takes his hand to begin the dance. The two of them have no stage experience so there's a lot of rough patches. Yet even so, there's something about them that captures people's attention. "Hmm, these two stand out." As their class lead, Neji watches the pair with great interest whilst muttering to himself. Fumi standing next to him agrees and says, "They sure do. I haven't had a chance to see Orimaki dance yet, but he really stands out in whatever he does. Doesn't he, Kai?" "…It's because the other one is so good at supporting him." Kai's eyes focus on the girl dancing with Suzu.

"That's typically a Jack's role," Shirota grumbles with an exasperated expression. Still, the third-years seem to have come to a consensus. "Well…the two of them do have good chemistry though." These words stab Yonaga deep in the chest. They're sharp at first before turning into a dull lasting ache. (I need some water.) Giving himself an excuse to leave the practice room, he starts chugging water like it's his job. But no matter how much he drinks, it's never enough to quench the thirst.

Practice continues as the sun quietly sets and the lights on the school grounds are lit. Neji finally declares that practice is over. The trio of Yonaga, Suzu, and the childhood friend all leave the practice room together. "Whew, I'm beat!" Despite his words, Suzu still seems full of energy. A single nod takes everything for Yonaga to muster, both his legs and his eyelids feeling heavy. "But the upperclassmen are amazing, aren't they?" Suzu says while thinking back on their practice. "The perfect way they sing, dance, and act…and them guiding us. When I see that sorta thing I think…." Suzu's face becomes suddenly determined. "I think there's no way we can lose!" Suzu's burning excitement chills Yonaga's body to the point of shivering. This guy just started here on the same day, at the same time, and should have the same amount of experience yet he seems to live in an entirely different world. Yonaga reflexively steals another glance at his childhood friend. She has a gentle expression as she listens intently to Suzu. He doesn't know what she's thinking but she's definitely in this other world too. He thinks back on the dream he had today. That distant memory where he once stood by her side in the story's lead role. The girl walking by his side now is still living within that dream. "…Sou-chan, what's wrong?" She asks after seeing Yonaga's expression fade and go silent. "Oh, you all right? Practice sure was tough today huh?" Suzu turns his head and looks at Yonaga with concern. "Oh uh, I-I'm okay! I'm just hungry, that's all." "Yeah I feel ya." Their conversation continues meandering along. It's more comfortable like this. As he listens to Suzu talk, Yonaga looks at his friend in a way that's become a habit. "….!" And as he does, their eyes meet. Perhaps she's still feeling concern for Yonaga. He manufactures a smile to try to hide it. Then questions if he's doing it right.

[tonowarii]

May I ask for a Lo’ak x Reader fic where reader is a Metkayina girl and she’s best friends with Tsireya, daughter of an esteemed warrior and one of the singers in the clan. Maybe she’s his love interest instead of her and he finds himself absolutely smitten by her at first glance. Perhaps there’s a scene where the clan celebrates the Sully’s achievements and being a part of the Metkayina and she’s one of the dancers there and Lo’ak can’t keep his eyes off of her. Maybe a confession scene and some fluff please? 🥹🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

lo'ak my bbg

Staring Problem

lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan x fem! metkayina! reader

wc: 1.5k

warning/s: none? lo'ak could not stop himself from staring at you literally.. that's it, fluff!

gif is mine!

Lo’ak could not stop staring at your form.

Respectfully.

His eyes scanned your every move as you danced around the bonfire in the communal area, your hips swaying to the beat as you also sang.

Lo’ak could spot Tsireya dancing along too, but he was more interested in you.

His ears felt like it was getting blessed by Eywa upon hearing your sweet-sounding voice. He swore his jaw was about to drop at any moment now in awe.

Not to mention the celebration clothes you were wearing; it had enhanced your beauty by a tenfold.

Lo’ak had really fallen for you this time. At first it was just glances and occasionally he would come only to you for help when he finds some of the lessons difficult, and you were more than happy to help him.

No, Lo’ak should act properly this time, after all, they were the ones the celebration was being held for. Out of all the challenges they had faced, they were now finally considered one of the people.

He unknowingly gulps down as your eyes met his as you sung and danced. He swore he could see your mouth morph into a grin, playfully sending him a wink that he taught you not too long ago.

His brows raised as his heart spiked. My, haven’t you got a clue on what you’re doing to him?

He only regrets teaching you how to wink now because his face just got a shade darker and his tail was perked up in interest, curling at the end.

The only thing enough to yank him away from his thoughts was his brother who smacked him on the shoulder, smirk on his face.

“Bro, you’re staring too much.” Neteyam said, glancing at who he could tell was your father, who had been eyeing Lo’ak suspiciously.

Lo’ak hisses in annoyance, looking at Neteyam. “What? Bro, come on I wasn’t.”

“Oh, you weren’t? Tell that to her father.”

Neteyam chuckles and Lo’ak impulsively looks toward where your father was, to find him almost glaring at Lo’ak.

Lo’ak then quickly avoids your father, head hanging low before he looks back up at Neteyam.

“I think he’s going to kill me.” Lo’ak said.

Neteyam laughs out loud, earning a few glances.

“You’re on your own with that, baby bro.”

Lo’ak sighs before Neteyam’s attention was grabbed by other Metkayina, congratulating him and Lo’ak as well as his whole family.

Then the dancing stopped, leading Lo’ak to use his eyes again to find where you were.

You were laughing along with Tsireya, then your eyes met once more.

Tsireya spots this and whispers something in your ear that makes Lo’ak’s eyebrows furrow as you blushed, avoiding his gaze.

Tonowari then made a speech, followed by Ronal who gave the Sully’s a blessing from Eywa.

“For tonight, they are officially our brothers and sisters, treat them as such and now, it is time to celebrate!” Tonowari announced.

Everyone cheered on, including you as his mother and father accepted their sayings of congratulations.

Then another round of music began, Lo’ak could already feel himself fighting the urge to watch you again.

He let it won.

But surprise would soon follow as he did so.

His eyes widen as he sees your form slowly walking towards him, your smile had a hint of mischief, he could tell.

He wasn’t liking where this was going.

Yet he stays instead of fleeing, it was like you had casted a spell over him just by looking at you.

Out from the corner of his eye he could see other pairs of Na’vi skipping towards the middle.

Before he can conclude his thoughts, you were already in front of him.

“Lo’ak.” You greeted.

“(Y/N).” He greets back, voice almost cracking in the end which he masks with a cough.

Now as you stood in front of him, you instantly felt that this was a bad idea, you should just turn around, be done with it. But you had remembered what your best friend, Tsireya told you.

“This is your chance, do not waste this moment. You know he’s been looking at you since the start the celebration.”

You and Lo’ak stood staring at each other it looked like the two of you were having a contest.

Here’s to hoping. You thought.

Grabbing onto his hand, Lo’ak felt some form of electricity shoot up from where your skin touched his.

“Come. Dance with me.”

He couldn’t dance, that was he was supposed to say. Yet his mouth said otherwise.

“O-okay.”

Before he could correct himself, you were already dragging him onto the dance floor, pairs of eyes looking at the two of you, including your parents and his.

But as you stopped and turned to face him, his worries melted away into thin air, new found confidence rising in him.

“I- I don’t dance.” He stuttered, face lightly scrunching as he cringed at himself.

You laugh at him, grabbing both his hands and starting to move alike the others.

“It is alright, I will show you.” You said then you moved both your hands upwards as you swayed your hips, smiling at him widely.

He copies your movements, his body almost stiff.

“That is right, now.” You continued your movements as you let go of his hand, Lo’ak looked at the others to find the females circling their partner around.

And you did, circling around him, Lo’ak turns half his body to catch your eyes again, not being able to get his yearning satiated.

He felt your hand twirl his tail, that definitely was not part of the move as his ears flattened, tail trying to flick away from your touch in embarrassment. Eywa help me.

Then he feels your hand on his back, sending shivers down his spine as it trailed upwards to his shoulder, walking in front of him, your hands made its way to his chest. Now that was a part of the move.

“Being sneaky, huh?” Lo’ak smiled at you, his hands comfortably going to grab both of yours again, repeating the same move as before, now he was taking the lead.

“Maybe…”

No words could explain how much you wanted to pour your love all over him right now, especially with the way his eyes were only focused on you, since even earlier you had noticed. That’s why you had made sure to give it all you got.

The air was starting to get thick as laughter and cheers could be heard from all around you.

Smiling widely at him, you glance to the others before glancing back at him.

Then you had decided to go for it. Squeezing his hands, you began to pull him away from the dance floor.

“Wh- where are we going?” He asked. “Shh!” You reply, turning your back towards him so you could drag him to where you wanted to bring him.

Lo’ak turns his head back to the celebration as the people and the noise faded from his view and earshot.

Now he was following you towards the sand, leading towards the magnificent view of the sea and the moon. The celebration could still be heard.

“You are one of us now. I am proud of you.” You spoke, holding one of Lo’ak’s hand with both of yours.

Lo’ak could feel a small smile crawling up to his ace at your words.

“You have also defended our tulkuns, including my own spirit sister, she thanks you.” You continued, you didn’t know where your words were going, but you knew what would come soon.

Lo’ak nods, listening to you but his eyes kept flicking to your lips.

“I thank you, Lo’ak. You are a true warrior; you have a strong heart.” You said, now placing one of your hands on his chest, right where his heart should be, feeling his heartbeat. It stunned you for a second when it was drumming a little too fast.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I could not have done it without you, or my siblings. But you are also one of the reasons why I chose to fight.”

Your eyes now look up to him.

One of his hands trapped yours that was placed on his chest. “I guess there’s no point in hiding it now— I like you- a lot.”

Your eyes widened. “Is this true, Lo’ak?”

“Yes.” He wastes no time in confirming.

You let out a breath, smiling.

“I…Like you too.” You had finally confessed. Lo’ak was taken aback, before he was squeezing your hand, transferring it to your cheek. You enjoyed the new sensation it had given you, leading you to lean into his touch as he stared at you amazed.

Lo’ak then pulls you closer to him, afraid that he was only making things up. Leaning his face closer to yours he nudges your forehead with his, closing his eyes.

You closed your eyes, humming in content.

“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt about this.” Lo’ak suddenly said, making you laugh.

“I think Eywa has had enough of us just staring at each other.”

The two of you laugh, deciding to spend the rest of the night together, celebration long forgotten as you were sat in the sand, holding each other’s hand, relishing in this new found relationship.

[justanoasisimagines]

My girl

Summary; Negan's in search for you. However, he find's a group of men staring and making comments about you instead. Pairing; Negan x Female Reader WordCount; 529 A/N; Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Negan marched through the sanctuary, head raised hair as crowds parted, some bowed their heads in respect. Negan smirked as he remained focused on his journey.

Negan pulled open the door to see you away from the others, sitting with a piece of canvas in front of you. He knew he'd find you here, Whenever Negan couldn't locate you, you were usually off painting something. Negan purposely sent people on runs to find your materials.

Negan stopped on his journey to observe you from afar. You were something special. Your body, your mind and your heart all complimented each other perfectly.

He loved the way you reacted to him. He'd never been with a woman who was tuned into him the way you were. You knew when to discourage and encourage. You spoke your mind. Negan appreciated every minuscule detail about you.

There was always something to learn about you. Negan turned his head at the sound of men talking loudly. Men liked to bust each other's balls. He did it constantly with Simon, Dwight and a few others. However, his face falters.

They all appeared to be gawping at you. Negan wasn't blind. He knew you were attractive. Beautiful wasn't a strong enough word. A Goddess to walk on the earth. He understood why they were staring at you.

Negan stared at you often. However, they were not allowed such rights. You were his. That meant no one could look at you. No one could touch you. No one could make any lewd remarks. Only he had the power to partake in any of those activities.

Negan turned in the direction as he sauntered towards the group of men. Now it was his turn to have some fun. Negan was about to teach them a lesson. One they would never forget.

"What's everyone starin' at?" Negan called out as he was met with sheepish grins. A response of 'nothing' as the men suddenly glanced down at their meet.

"Well, it sure as shit doesn't look like it. It looks like you are staring at my girl."

"We weren't" Negan smirked. It was one thing to stare at and make comments about his girl. It was another to lie to him to his face. Negan's hand clenched. Someone was going to pay.

"Now I know you're fuckin' lying. I watched you standing over here, makin' remarks. So how about you all grow a pair and start telling the truth."

No one answered, however, Negan needed to set an example so he threw a punch at the closest man. He landed on the ground with a thump.

"I'm gonna say this once. From now on, I want no one lookin' at her. No one making comments about her. In fact when she walks by I want you to bow your heads. Also as of right now, you're currently in debt to me, when I say jump, you do whatever I say no matter what. You're also gonna keep an eye out for art supplies so I can supply my girl with an art room."

The men solely agreed, and Negan turned around with a smug expression on his face. He still had it.

[aphroditesmoon]

I'm holding my night in your hands

gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary: gwen is a talented dancer, but once you found out she's never slowdanced before, you decided to fix it. romantic feelings ensues.

warnings: ballerina!reader, reader has at least collarbones length hair, flirty gwen, fluff, title is from indigo de souza's song "what are we gonna do now"

taglist: @catherine-112 , @urdeadpoet , @primaviva

A/N: thank you for 1.6k followers, i love you all sm!

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YOU CUPPED YOUR HAND under the sink. Watching the water fill them up slowly until its full, before gently spreading it all over your face. The water pressure is still shit, but

The relief you feel as the water hits your skin was undeniable.

Your reflection stares back at you through the mirror, It also tells you to dry your face up and get your shit together. You use your wrist to wipe off your the drops of water on your chin.

You had always considered yourself a perfectionist, the last worker to leave the office type of girl. Who knew all it took to break you was a night with less than 3 hours of sleep and accidentally tripping in the bathroom floor after a shower. You still went to your lesson with your dismissive limp.

An hour in, and your instructor had already noticed how you're having inabilty to straighted your left foot. She made you go freshen up in the restroom, concerned that you could've popped a nerve out of your feet or something whole practising.

Having no excuse to deny her, you did as you're told to.

You flex your bruised feet in circles, lifting it slightly to see if the pain had lessen. Despite the loud hiss escaping your lips as it twists on a certain angle, it was definitely lessening for at least 20% compared to the pain from the morning.

Definitely not broken then, just my little bones still in shock from the fall.

You flinch suddenly as the restroom door opens wide, Gwen Stacy entering before it.

Scanning her presence, you let out a relaxed sigh.

You've never talked to her before. You've definitely seen her around though. She's known as a pretty smart person in school, despite constantly missing class. She's also known to be more of a loner, especially since the passing of her friend, Peter something.

You wonder if she was like you, someone who prioritises their goals over stupid high school boys. You knew her as much as everyone else did. Absolutely nothing. She's beautiful too. But that's an observation more than information.

Her eyes meet yours in the mirror currently staring back at you, she gives a small smile as a sign of acknowledgement before leading herself into a toilet stall. You should just leave right after that, but your still throbbing feet had convinced you to stay a little while.

The blonde ballerina finishes up her business quite quick, leaving her stall and going straight for the sink next to yours to wash her hands.

The two of you greet eachother with a small nod and smile as you usully do, but you notice how her eyes wander to your left foot, still lifting up frok the ground as your right side carries your whole weight.

"Fell?" She asks, being the first to speak.

"Yeah, this morning." You answer with a hoarse laugh. Gwen hums understandingly before raising another question. "Did you get a cough too?" You shook your head.

"Flu, dunno why I sound like shit today." She laughs shortly at that, the corner of hee eyes crinkling as she does it. "No, you sound fine, just a little throaty." Gwen clarifies, earning a thank you from you.

You watch her retie her hair as your fingers grip the sink counter for balance. "You going to the party this Sunday?" The company had organised an end of year party for your dancing class, you'll be going of course. "I'm not sure, are you?" She asks back, wiggling her brows wiile turning around to lean her back againts the counter.

"Oh yeah, hardworkers also needs a drink or two sometimes." You joke. She snorts at that and squints her eyes at you. "We're underage, I don't think we're getting anything other than orange juice." You shrug at that nonchalantly, "I have a good enough imagination to pretend its booze."

Your laugh melts together with hers at the joke. "Well as long as everyone won't start slow dancing or anything, I guess I won't be needing any alcohol." You raise a brow in confusion at her words. "What, you hate slow dancing?" She makes purse her lips and and make a small noise of consideration. "Hate? No, no-um, I can't slow dance, never done it before and never going to. It was a joke." She clarifies.

You answer with an understanding 'Ohh'.

"It's not that bad, I mean this isn't some ball from the 1700s or something." She frowns. "I don't think they had balls during the 1700s."

"Well either you're right ot we both failed History." She smiles at you. "Anyways-" You continue, "-you don't have to count steps or anything, just hold your partner, waist or shoulder, and just sway with them and try not to step on their feet, at least thats how I do it. I'm sure the people in the 1700s would disagree with me." She opens her mouth to respond but was cut off when you suddenly move from the sink to hold on to her arm.

"Here, let me show you." Gwen is about to disagree, panick evident in her eyes. "Your feet-" She starts. "My feet, is feeling much better now." You conclude, shutting her up.

Her hands meets your waist just as you explained earlier, and yours find their way onto her shoulder. You notice now that you're closer to her, that her smell is a mix of shea butter and lavender. You sniffed at your red nose and shook of the thought of her scent.

"See, now we just, sway." She raises a brow, trying to hide her grin as the tow of you starts swaying to your sides in an incredibly slow motion because of your feet. "So, do we, not move around or?"

You look up to the ceiling for a second, trying to remember the last time you slowdanced with someone and how it went. "Not sure, I mean, I guess we can move from one spot to another and do the same thing." Your words fished out a sudden laugh out of Gwen who is now shaking her head. "That...sounds stupid."

You laugh awkwardly as you try to imagine what you just proposed. "Yeah, that definitely would look weird, now that I think about it." She hummed in an agreement.

A few more seconds of swaying continued until your hands let go of her shoulder to find the sink counter back. Your right hand manages to grip the edge of it, but your left was immediately grasped by Gwen's own hand, her fingers sliding up to your forearm and gripping it for your stability. You mumbled a thanks before your eyes looks back to the ground.

When you lift up your head to look at her, Gwen's eyes has already been zeroing on your face. An uncomfortable second passes by before her smile returns and she speaks for the both of you. "We should get going, I'll help you, come on."

You don't try to say no as she begins to wrap an arm around your back while the other one is placed on your shoulder, dragging you with her as gentle as she could.

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That night you were restless again, the flu had subsided and your feet was ready to be used again. But your houghts were loud and kept you awake depite the tiredness you were feeling.

In the end, your body finally gave into itself around 3:45AM, and you fell into an uneasy sleep, bizarre dreams filling your subconscious.

You dreamed of a unicorn, in the middle of the highway. A unicorn that you were comfortably placed onto. The sky was dark and only a singular streetlamp lighted up our way.

The next and last bit of your dreams you could remember was as you're slowly riding the white and rainbow horned animal, the road doesn't end, yet you stopped when you reached a girl standing in your way. She had her back facing you, but her hair gave away her identity quite quickly. You're not sure if experts have ever confirmed if you could smell in your dreams, but when you woke up, an hour late to your dance lesson, you swore your nostrils were filled with the scent of lavender for a whole minute at least.

Which was weird as hell.

You groaned when you check the time. No one would question you missing one lesson, especially after seeing you walk back in limping in Gwen's arms yesterday, which was definitely in your top 10 most embarrassing moments in life.

You let yourself fall back into your pillow until you were physically ready to get up again. The party was tomorrow. At least missing this class means you'll have more time to ice your feet a few more times to lessen the risk of it hurting again during the event.

You forced yourself up to clean your room and get a shower before calling up a food delivery service for some pancakes and coffee from your favourite downtown cafe. When all things go bad, coffee is usually a good start of fixing things.

You checked your email and messages to see if anyone had tried reaching out to you for missing class, but fortunately there was none. Though a slight dissapointment still made it's way to your chest. The kind that makes you feel stupid for having the audacity to be disappointed in the first place.

You shook Gwen off your thoughts and retreated back into your room, deciding it's better to try and finish the book that's been lying around on your table for weeks now.

Morning soon enough became afternoon, and soon again, turned into night. Your copy of The Master And Margarita had at least 40 pages left to finish. Your growling stomach made you put it down and concluded that those pages will be read tomorrow night instead. You've forgotten to eat lunch today. And as much as your old ballet teacher would've probably praised you for that, you needed to eat.

Your feet is starting to feel cold and your ribcage was getting small sharp pains from not eating, your body was getting gassy.

As you reach your kitchen, your hands got to work, pulling out the bag of instant mac and cheese, you begin to prepare your meal. 15 minutes of boiling and mixing in the pot, and your meal was done. You took your time eating it, indulging the taste of supermarket pasta while scrolling through instagram on your phone.

When a notification pops in, you almost let yourself hope, until you notice the message was from your mom, letting you know she'll be coming home late again today.

That night, you fell asleep easier than the the night before, and you thankfully dreamt of nothing.

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The party starts in 10 minutes. You're fully dressed in a dark blue, shortsleeved dress. You contemplated if you should try styling your hair until you eventually gave up and tied it up in a ponytail...before pulling it off again and tying it up again, in a bun instead.

The studio was 7 minutes away from your house by feet, so you strapped on your heels that you knew you'll be cursing yourself for wearing as soon as you got moving, and left your house fully locked.

Despite being a pretty fit person, you reached the studio breathing heavily with a pair of heels in your hand, strapping them on before pushing the door open.

Loud unrecognized music fills the big space, a lot of people have arrived much early than you. When you reached the crowded space, you're immediately greeted by acquaintances, complimenting your dress and asking if you're feeling better. You let yourself mingle and chat around with your instructor and friends before excusing yourself to get a drink.

The studio is getting fuller, and the music, louder. The place reeked sweat and expensive perfumes as everyone starts to get comfortable dancing and walking around chatting.

You scan the crowd for a particular blonde haired girl and sighed in frustration when you were sure you she's not anywhere to be seen.

Spinning your back towards the party, you grabbed one of the plastic cups filled with orange juice, the only drink available. Taking a sip, you scrunched up your nose at the too sour taste. With all the funds from the rich parents of wannabe ballerinas, they couldn't even afford to get some kiwi juice in, or even watered down champagne. It's disappointing.

At least it wasn't rootbeer or something, the gas is bad for you, and you're not taking a risk of burping your way home. Or worse, farting.

Your thoughts of the disgusting drink being served was put on pause when a hand reached out infront of you to pour out a medium amount of what looked like piss from a thermos.

You looked up to meet your disturber and audibly gasped at her.

She has a grin plastered on her face as she closes the bottle. "Vodka, with your orange juice. It's a really good mix, try it." She says. You break out of your suprise and roll your eyes at her. "Leather jacket, really? This isn't a frat house party, you know." You noted, ignoring her words from earlier.

Gwen just laughs at you before swinging an arm around your shoulder and turning you around towards the dancing people. "You're wearing heels, that's crazier, the veins on your feet looks like its seconds away from bursting out. You grumbled incoherently, accepting your loss and trying out the drink.

She watches as you make a sound of delight before chugging the rest of the drink. Her eyes widening as you finished it. "Fucking god, take it easy." She scolds. You snort and shoves her lightly before wiggling the cup at her for more. "Later, I can't get arrested for getting minors wasted, especially because it'll be my dad arresting me."

You burst out laughing at that, nodding your head. "Your dad's a cop? I knew there's a reason you're not in jail yet." Gwen gasps loudly, faking hurt. "All I have is just a bit of stolen vodka, I am quite innocent as a person. You'll see it soon after you spend more time with me."

The two of you join the crowd, her hands finding your waist with more ease than the first time. Understanding where she's getting at, you bite your empty cup as your hands reaches for her shoulder.

She laughs before taking the drink between your teeth, she takes it from your mouth and passes it to a random brunette passing behind her, she took it while looking confused and walked away. "I don't like to litter." You explained.

She hums and pulls you closer. "You don't have to, they have trash cans." She whispers, head leaning down until her lips are againts your ear. "Is that why you brought a jacket, to hide your alcohol in it?" You inquire, noticing how she tucked it in after a drink.

"Mmhm, that and incase you get cold and I can pull the 'you can wear my jacket' thing."

Your mouth is agape but no words leave your mouth. You pull away slightly so she'd look at you and you frowned at her. You gave her a stern and long look, waiting to see if she'd defend herself. She says nothing and just stared at you expressionless.

"Are you flirting with me?" Gwen nods seriously. "I have been, thank you for noticing." You tilt your head at her and think of something smart to say, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating.

"Well..." you start. Gwen raises a brow. "Well its- it's working." Out of all the things you could've said, of course that's where you landed on.

Fortunately, it pulls a smile out of Gwen that seemed different than before, more sincere you would say. The smile someone gives when they didn't even expect to smile themselves. A mixture of pure genuine joy. "Good." Gwen responded after a while. "Good." You repeat after her.

Letting yourself let go of your need to overthink anything, you lay your head in the crook of her neck as your hands falls onto her chest, feeling how her arms closes themselves tighter around you.

[cloverdaisies]

MEDIA STUDIES: KIM SUNWOO

this document contains a letter to the pretty boy who sits quietly in the back of a poorly lit media studies classroom. ☆*:.｡.

song recommendation : photosynthesis- sunwoo

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LETTER ONE:

MONDAY 5TH JUNE 2007

hi pretty boy,

your sweet peach lips, and chocolate brown eyes seemed to have fell dull today. it irked me to ignore your sad state and pitiful expressions, despite having never interacted with you before now. you always sit at the back of the class, huddled as far back into the corner as humanly possible. you nervously chew on your pencil a lot and enjoy spinning the thinned wood between your two fingers. you smell of a woody-spicy accord every time you breeze past, a scent that is both unfamiliar yet powerful in evoking the warm explosion of butterflies and bees in my stomach.

your smile is full, bright and unavoidably noticeable as it spreads from ear to ear it’s a rare sight now since something in your timeline has shifted. you seem to be aching, in your oversized hoodies and frowned expressions - i wonder what had destroyed the beautiful boy who usually sits peacefully amid his own daydreams. Your voice was deep and smooth, one that could sing any woman to sleep, you looked like you drank black coffee and smoked cigarettes off your balcony every morning. your face screamed a palette of romance, you looked like the lead in a romance novel like the boy who rescues the princess in a fairytale-

“what are you writing?” the girl sat next to me cranes her neck over my page as she tries to read the contents of the page in front of me

“nothing to do with you clearly.” i retorted, scrumpling the page and discarding it in the small trash can towards the back of the class.

the bell sounded to mark the end of class, i left with a slight pink tint on my cheeks as i made short eye contact with the brown eyed boy at the back.

WEDNESDAY 7TH JUNE 2007

media was always a lesson that flew by pretty quickly, considering my only assignments were to analyze music videos and watch movies it wasn’t too difficult and time seemed to just fly by when i had little work to do.

whilst practicing my handwriting out of sheer boredom, i reached to take a sip of my iced caramel latte i’d bought from the local coffee shop shortly before class before i felt a small object hit the back of my head and then bounce back onto the floor next to my desk.

i looked behind me with a look of sheer confusion to see the pretty boy from the back of my class, who didn’t have a name to my knowledge, chuckle at me mischievously.

with a nervous and reluctant smile back, i picked up the scrumpled piece of note paper he pointed to beside me, his hands hidden in the cuffs of his grey hoodie.

in messy handwriting the paper wrote:

hi pretty girl,

thank you for the compliments, your bright eyes and blissful smile seem to have caught my eye too. but don’t be embarrassed i noticed you tend to go all pink in your cheeks and shakey whenever something mildly nerve-wrecking happens to you.

thank you for noticing i haven’t been doing well lately, it makes me feel better to have someone notice. do you wanna go get coffee later? i also noticed you buy one before class everyday.

add me to your contacts, my number is: ***************

btw my name is sunwoo, i’d love to know yours.

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small lil fluff to aid your wednesday evening and hopefully make you feel a lil better !

please ask me some questions with the questions feature! i really wanna use it

sending my love always, wherever you are in the world <3

[hyunestrella]

★༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 . EPILOGUE .

★༉ SUMMARY. Growing up you were never shown exactly what the correct example of unconditional love, leading you to believe it wasn’t real, and simply did not exist. So why was this kinda nerdy guy making you feel things you never knew existed?

★༉ PAIRING. Han Jisung x AFAB! Reader.

— warnings. fluff. i haven’t proofread this so idk:

— ss count. 2

— notes. & that’s the end!! i’m so happy that i finally got to share this project with all of you who was willing to read. if you didn’t know this fic is severely self indulgent, almost every aspect of the fic has been taken from my life in some shape or form so it is incredibly important to me. thank you so much for reading, and i hope that you can take a lesson from my story, and if not i hope you had some sort of entertainment from it. you are incredibly loved, always remember that!

— notes. with that being said, feel free to check out any extras that i have added to the masterlist, and check out my other works too! thank you for reading <3

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It had been a few months since you had gone on your first date with Jisung. It was a cute, quiet date that truly embodied his extroverted introvert personality; the two of you sat, watching his favourite shows with him pausing them every fifteen minutes to talk about the plot for about half an hour.

Since then, the two of you continued to go on dates, taking the time to get to know, and learn to love each other. On one of the many dates, Jisung had asked you to be his partner, he expressed that his fondness, his adoration for you had blossomed into love and he wanted to continue to explore that beautiful feeling with you. The floodgates hit, tears falling as you nodded, happy to finally become Jisung’s girl. Once you had calmed down, you explained to him that you couldn’t say that you loved him just yet, you were thankful for his patience with you.

In present time, you were getting ready for yet another date with your boyfriend. It was your treat this time, having planned something with the staff from the restaurant you were planning to take him to. Facetime was open on your phone, your two best friends sat watching the nerves and excitement flowing through your veins as you got into your glam.

“I don’t understand why you’re getting all dolled up, Y/N, Jisung already loves you as you are.” Minnie muttered off camera, sounds of cluttering leaving the speakers of your phone. “All this to drop the bomb on him as well.”

You watched in amusement as Kai rolled his eyes, muting Minnies mic, “do you think I should cancel then?” You asked, looking in the mirror, checking over your eyeshadow, before looking back at the camera.

“No!” The blonde huffed messing with his freshly blonde hair. “I think it’s cute.” He smiled, putting his phone down for a moment to pull his hood over his head, fed up with his hair. “Plus, it’s been a while since you dressed up — you look nice!”

At his words, Minnie unmuted herself as well as turning on her camera to a view of her cooking. “I agree,” she spoke loud over the sound of boiling water. “Also I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just meant that Jisung’s homebody self would literally be thrilled to have you say it on the comfort of his sofa.”

You hummed at her words, you knew it was true, Jisung would be ecstatic to have you tell him that you loved him anywhere, however, you felt like you needed to treat him to this — to show him how much your love ran deep for him, to show him how much you appreciated him.

With a text from Jisung letting you know he was on his way, you hung up the facetime call slipping into your outfit of the night. You were ready on time, able to take a few pictures before your boyfriend arrived with a bouquet of your favourite flowers for you, helping to place them in a vase before the two of you headed out.

The restaurant you had taken him to was a semi-fancy restaurant. The layout was quite nice, and yet odd at the same time — the kitchen was downstairs, meaning the staff had to walk up and down stairs with many plates in their hands, along with the toilets, and a little photo booth that you’d definitely drag Jisung into later. The bar was beautiful, many different alcohol lined up across the shelves, the hanging lights above giving it a warm welcoming glow.

When you and Jisung had been seated, you talked him through the menu, letting him know what you thought he’d might like and what he’d might not. “I’ll just have whatever it is you’re having,” he smiled at you, pushing his glasses further up his nose. You smiled back at him, ordering for the both of you when the waitress had come over.

Your plan for this evening was to happen after dinner, before dessert and you were shuffling in your seat in excitement. When you had finished both your starter and your main course, a member of staff had come to grab you about your surprise — making it seem like there was an issue. “Do you want me to come with you?” Jisung blinked, getting ready to stand and defend you in case he needed to, but you brushed him off saying that you’d be okay and you won’t be too long.

When you came back, you tried to hide the smile on your face looking down at the plate in your hand. “Sungie?” You asked softly, gaining his full attention. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt something like this before, especially not for another person. All my life I’ve only accepted what I thought was love, from family, ex friends, ex boyfriends, they all led me to believe that the fairytale, unconditional love did not exist. And then I met you.”

You took in a deep breath before continuing, “You’ve changed my life for the better Sung and I that’s why I know I can say it, and mean it.” With that, you placed down the plate that you had been holding. The plate had ‘I love you’ written on it with white chocolate sauce, a few berries in one of the corners, and flower petals in the opposite.

“I love you, Jisung. I love you so much I want to be better for you, I want to protect you, I want to see your smile everyday. I love you so much seeing you upset makes me feel upset, it makes me want to wrap you up in a hug and never let you go. I love you so much that I’m excited to wake up in the morning, I’m excited remembering that I’m yours and you’re mine. I love you so much it’s a little overwhelming sometimes.”

When you paused, you heard a sob from the other side of the table. You looked up to see tears slowly falling from Jisung’s waterline, his teeth biting his lower lip. He stood up, walking to your side of the table, his hands finding purchase on your cheeks as he pulled you in for a kiss.

Jisung’s lips were soft against yours as the moulded together, proving even further that you were made for one another. When he pulled away, he laughed softly and you blinked slightly dazed, “That’s the first time you’ve ever said it…” he muttered, sniffling.

“I know.”

“I’m happy you said it.” He smiled down at you, sitting back down in his seat, grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

You smiled bashfully, looking down at your hands, “thank you for never giving up on me Jisung. Thank you for being patient with me, despite all I put you through, and for helping me on my journey of healing. Thank you for loving me.”

chapter fourteen — epilogue.

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[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 1

Summary: "They say they want to make the monarchy more modern, to be closer to the people, but then your parents would prefer it if you married a guy whose Godfather is the freaking Prince of Monaco, instead of a guy from Kingston." Or the love story between Princess Eleanor, heir to the British throne, and Declan Rice, English football player. 

Author’s note: This story has been sitting on my drafts for maybe two months because I never was completely happy with it, and tbh, I still feel the same. Though sometimes those are the ones people like the most 😂 I got inspired to write it during the World Cup when people here in Spain went crazy about the idea of Princess Leonor and Gavi dating and him becoming the future King because she, apparently, is her fan and has a crush on him 😅 That's why on this story, the British Royal family has the name of the Spanish one 😁   Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Ok, ask me one more."

"Dad..."

"Just one more, please."

"Fine" I say, rolling my eyes. "Who is that one?" I ask, pointing at the papers he has on his hands.

"That's easy. Aaron Ramsdale, goalkeeper, plays for Arsenal."

"See? You know them all. Relax."

"I just want to do this right. You are the one into sports, not me."

"You'll be fine, you already know them all from the Euros."

"Yeah" he says, letting out a big sigh. "What about you? Are you nervous?"

"Why would I be?"

"You may be meeting one of your crushers."

"I don't have a crush on anyone on the national team."

"Oh, c'mon Eleanor. You watch all their games, you must fancy at least one of them."

"I don't" I shrug.

"Not even Mason Mount? I've heard girls think he is fit."

"That he is what?" I laugh.

"Fit. That's what Sophie says about boys who are handsome and attractive."

"Yes, Sophie. But not you."

"Why? Because I'm old?"

"No, because you are the King of England."

"Whatever" he says. "You don't like anyone, then?"

"No one. So you better not try anything or do what you did when we met One Direction years ago."

"What did I do?"

"Tell Niall Horan that I had a crush on him? That I had photos of him in my room?"

"Oh, yes" he chuckles. "But don't worry, I won't do it again. I learnt my lesson."

"You better. Just imagine that someone hears something and runs to the press with it. I can already see the headlines: Princess Eleanor in love with a football player. And they'll probably pick the worst option."

"Like Grealish."

"You said it, I didn't" I laugh.

"We've arrived, sir" our driver says.

"Good, good. Are you ready?"

"Ready" I say, taking a deep breath before we step out of the car.

As part of all the media events the national football team is doing before they travel to Canada for the World Cup, we are meeting with them to say our farewells and also give them a little something to remember the occasion. And when I say we, I mean my dad, King Philip of England, and I, Princess Eleanor, heir to the throne.

"Welcome to St. George's Park, your Royal Highness" Gareth Southgate says when we walk in. "The boys are waiting over here."

"Wonderful" my dad says. "How are they feeling?"

"Ready. They can't wait to get on that plane."

After a few words from my dad and the gaffer, it's time to give the players that little something we had for them: a shirt with their number and the name of all the players who have previously worn it.

"We'll do one each, ok?" my dad tells me.

"Ok."

We start calling each player, congratulating them and posing for a photo, everything going smoothly... until it doesn't. Until I froze in place when I find myself looking at the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.

"Your Royal Highness" he says with a smile as breathtaking as his eyes.

"Hi" I reply, my voice sounding all squeaky.

"I was looking forward to meeting you."

"Me? Really?"

"Yes, ma'am. My mum is a big fan of yours, she says you are the best royal."

"Oh, she's too kind" I giggle. I giggled. Why did I do that? What am I, 12?

"Should we pose for the photo?"

"Uh?" I ask, still looking at him. How is he real? How is it possible that I had never noticed that Declan Rice was this handsome?

"The photo, Eleanor" my dad says behind me.

"Oh, yes, sorry. The photo" I repeat, trying to compose myself a bit.

"Big smiles... Perfect" the photographer says.

"Thank you" Declan smiles, taking the box where the shirt is, our fingers touching slightly but making me feel electricity through my whole body. And call me crazy, but judging by the way he looked at me when it happened, he felt the same.

Once we are done giving all the shirts, Southgate gives my dad and I a tour of St. George's Park, but I can't stop thinking about Declan. About his eyes, his smile, about the way that small touch made me feel. I still don't know how I managed to keep going, to be honest.

When we walk outside, some players are practicing free kicks on the training pitch, Declan among them.

"Eleanor, why don't you show these boys how it is done?" my dad says.

"What?"

"We all saw you training with the lionesses, ma'am. That right foot of yours can do things" Mount chuckles.

"But I'm not wearing the right shoes."

"C'mon, ma'am" Southgate insists.

"Ok, then. But if I end up breaking a window, or worse, my ankle... it is your fault" I say, making them all laugh.

"Ready, Rambo?" Rashford asks before shooting.

"Give me your best!" Ramsdale shouts.

"That was so good" my dad says when Rashford scores. "Your turn now, darling."

"Ma'am" Declan says, giving me a ball.

"Thank you" I reply, trying to avoid looking at him, my cheeks already getting hot. "Don't go soft on me, Ramsdale."

"I won't, ma'am" he says with that big smile of his.

"See?" I sigh after shooting and sending the ball far far away. "Wrong shoes."

"Try again" Declan says, putting another ball in front of me. "I know you can do it."

"Will you pay for the window I'm going to break?"

"And I'll carry you to the infirmary myself if you break your ankle" he smirks, making me feel funny things on my stomach, and my father clear his throat behind us.

"Ok" I whisper, trying to forget the thought of his arms around me and taking a deep breath, focusing only on the ball.

"I knew it!" Declan says next to me when the ball goes in, Ramsdale not being able to stop it.

"You believed in me more than I did."

"I've seen you play before, I know what you can do."

"You have?"

"Yep. When you were like... 15? You played a charity game in my area and my mum took the whole family to watch you. I remember that you scored and amazing free kick."

"Oh, wow. I don't know if I remember that day" I chuckle. "I'll have to check the photos back home. I may even see you."

"I didn't look this good, tho. You may not recognize me" Declan says with a cheeky smile.

"But you still had the same eyes, didn't you? Those are hard to miss."

"Thank you, ma'am" he replies, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. Did I just make him blush? Me? Oh, wow. "I also remember that I didn't expect a princess to play football like that."

"What did you expect, then?" I ask, raising a brow.

"I don't know" he shrugs. "Maybe that you enjoyed other type of sports, like cricket or that thing with the horses."

"Equestrianism."

"That one, yes."

"Posh sports."

"Yeah..." he chuckles, scratching the back of his head and making the muscles on his arm pop. Why did he have to do that when I was finally acting normal around him, maybe even flirting? Now I'm stuck again just looking at him.

"We must go, Eleanor."

"What?"

"It's time for us to go, the boys have to train" my dad says.

"Oh, yes, of course."

"It was really nice meeting you, ma'am" Declan says.

"You too."

"See you in Canada?"

"See you in Canada" I repeat

"Great" he says with a big smile that makes whatever I'm feeling on my stomach be more intense. "Until then."

"Bye" I say, definitely smiling like an idiot.

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"That was nice, wasn't it?" my dad says once we are back in the car.

"Really nice, yes."

"Fell in love with any of them?"

"What?" I say, feeling my cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the second.

"I was only joking, relax."

"Oh" I reply with a nervous laugh.

"You are a clever girl. You know that you can't fall in love with a football player."

"Why not? You married mum and she was a journalist."

"One with a degree and a PhD, a serious career. These boys have nothing beyond money and being good looking. At least some of them" he chuckles.

"These days more and more players are studying while playing, tho" I point out.

"Still, it isn't enough. You are meant to be the next Queen of England. You must marry accordingly."

"Dad, this isn't the 15th century."

"I know, I know. But there are certain things that must still be kept in mind. So when you travel to Canada to support the team, do not fall for any of them, ok?" he laughs.

"Ok" I say, rolling my eyes and looking out the window, thinking that it may be a bit late for that.

[bangytell]

Two people who were always together are now torn apart That's all there is to this story. Winters story — Given

Summary: The past can always see its way to catch up, nothing a song can't help with.

Genre: fluff, angst

Rated: sfw

Pairing: Satoru x reader

Word Count: 2.4 k

Warnings: mentions of su!c!de, angst and fluff only, f!reader, gs! adolescent, mentions of Nanami and Haibara and also Geto, based on given universe and the song mafuyu writes.

a/n: hope you like it, just fluff and angst like that beautiful anime i recommend you watch after or before this, or even if you've seen it already watch it again hahaha, click on the name of the song just to feel the whole environment. I couldn't bring myself into putting a tittle.

Your heavy pounding heart on your chest, the muffled noise of the crowd, and the guitar strands on your fingertips as the drums lead the way through the song.

Sing through your heart, you remember as those glowing sapphire eyes pierce into you.

There was something pulling you through memories while making every chord sound in the melody that makes you feel something again that brings you back to him. 

Suddenly, you're back to high school passways when a guitar case caught your attention. 

"Do you happen to know how to play the instrument you're carrying?" With glowy and hopeful eyes, you approach the person that caught your eye 

"I do…" he answers, looking away, and then returning his gaze back at you. "You're new here, right?" You deny 

"Can you fix a guitar?" he looked at you mistrustful, and with a puzzled expression, he nodded.

You grab his hand and pull him to get to the staircase where almost nobody is crosby.

"Meet me here tomorrow at lunch" you plead, and he can't seem to comprehend you at all "Please" 

"What for?" he questions 

"I need to fix a guitar, but i didn't brought it with me this time" the person nods and you're hoping that he will agree "Tomorrow at lunch, and i would just help you with that" you nod and he doesn't give you time to answer before he's lost again in the crowds of the hallway.

The next day, you're sitting with that big guitar case next to you when your gaze catches with those sapphire eyes.

You're actually thrilled that he fulfilled his promise and that he's helping you while he looks with an arched brow to the guitar you possess.

"You play this?" You deny, and the confused expression doesn't leave his face."How did the chord just pop?" 

"Sorry, I did it," and he notices by the way your tone sounds that you don't feel like talking about it.

After he replaced the chord and your gaze pierced him  through every movement he made, he passed his fingers, making a soft note escape the contraption. 

Your eyes opened in amazement, and you came as close as you could possibly be. Your hot breath touched his face while you pleaded that he needed to teach you how to play. 

He denies you, and you're back at your place with a soft pout while putting the tools he just used away.

And before he leaves, at the peek of the passway, he asks you "Why do you want to learn?" Your face in a total plead when the words found its way through your dry throat 

"Because I feel like there's a melody in my heart that needs to escape me."

At that moment, he thought that wasn't an answer he was expecting, but he looked satisfied as he sat down and brought your fingers to the instrument, and that was when the lessons began. 

With every ring of the bell, you'll go and look for him at his classroom, where he seemed to be asleep. As soon as you called his last name, he would grab his guitar case and go directly to you. 

Gojo Satoru wasn't exactly the type of classmate to be participative; his circle of friends was rather close, and he would only speak when he felt the need to. 

 Satoru was the only friend you had at school, his natural charm was like a magnet to almost every girl if not every single one of them. 

He was intrigued by you and the peculiar ways that you have. Your fingers started to soar, and little cuts caused by the chords adorned your fingertips, but you couldn't stop practicing every day. 

Your progress on the instrument was very successful. He could notice that light within you every time it began to sound more and more like a melody. 

Summer break was around the corner, Satoru, and you were… friends. If you had to put a finger into a name for your situationship.

"Have you noticed that girl that comes for Satoru every day?" one of his classmates asked as his head was stuck to the desk 

"You think he has a crush on her?" One of the many girls in his classroom asked as well."I bet I can make him wake up. " 

"Bet " said the same classmate 

"Hey!... Satoru, wake up." he remains at the same spot, and the guys around the girl begin to laugh."Satoru c'mon" 

Suddenly, you shout his name from the door. He grabs his case and walks to you, leaving the girl in embarrassment.

As you two play each of your instruments together, he asks you "Have you been able to think in that melody you told me?" You nod 

"Yes, I don't know if it sounds okay anyway" and he looks at you 

"Well, play it for me then" your fingers go across the instrument and begin to play. 

With that, you add a little of vocalization to it, just to bring it a bit to life. 

He remains silent, amazed by the notes and your voice. 

"How was it?" You ask once you're done 

He was looking at you with pure admiration in his eyes, but he had to bring himself to reality again, so he answered you.

"Okay, I think" the bell rang again, and before you could add something to the conversation, Satoru grabbed his things and left you. 

Satoru felt puzzled. After school, he went to rehearsal with the band he played. They could give him an answer about that, which kept him with an open eye at night.

"You're in love, dude " and both of his friends begin to laugh 

"In love?" he was even more confused 

"Well, everything you describe just now sounded like someone who's in love" Nanami pointed out, and Haibara agreed with a nod 

"Remember that we need to look for a vocalist or we won't be able to perform." his lightbulb of ideas light 

"[name] is an amazing singer." Satoru pointed out his friends looked at each other and giggled 

"Satoru, you can ask her out if you wanna keep seeing her" he denies when Haibara said that

"No, she really does have an amazing voice, I'll bring her to rehearsal, and you'll take a vote, huh?" they nodded and just tried and let the kid have it his way.

And that was just another gate open opportunity, one that kept attracting you closer to those ocean blue eyes. 

He told you about his idea at the staircase while you played softly, and you looked at him with pleading eyes. 

"Yes, I'll go" he nods and hides a small smile at your positive answer 

That same day after school, the two of you walked together to that little studio that he and his friends shared. They greeted you with a warm smile and showed you around a little. 

After the introductions, they told you to begin with the showcase. You played the same melody that you showed Satoru, and they looked in amazement. After you were done, Haibara reached you and grabbed you by the hands with a soft smile.

"Your voice is amazing, and that melody…" Did you make it?" You nod, and the boy turns to look at Nanami."She's also a composer. We have to get her. " You chuckle, and Satoru has his thumb up for you.

After some conversation and explaining, they told you everything you needed to know and gave you time to think. Satoru walked you home. 

"You know [name]. I'm glad I met you." You are now in agreement and repeat his words 

Halfway to your home, you cross paths with a girl, you recognize her, and she also does you. 

Satoru notices you being uncomfortable and keeps walking away with you. He doesn't mention anything about it. 

After you got home, he had sended a text 

[Have a good night [name] ] 

[I will Toru :D] 

After realizing the nickname and trying to fix your mistake, he answers again 

[I like that nickname. Keep it. ;)]

When you least expected Satoru and you were closer every day, at lunch, at rehearsal, and he would walk you home. 

His presence was magnetic, and everything that he represented left you numb and expectant. 

One day, while walking with you, a friend from your old school approached both of you. 

"Hey [name], how's everything going?" You begin to feel anxious. The lack of air to fill your lungs left you wordless while he looked at you with a grin 

"I… ah-..." Satoru notices your almost break and ask for your sake if the person could leave, and he walks right by you and whispers

"Long time no see, huh?" You flinch, and he walks away with a cocky grin 

Satoru doesn't ask and helps you get safely, he feels like an angel to you. 

You ask if he would like to come in, he does, and you prepare two instant ramen that night. 

After devouring the instant ramen and a trivial talk, you decide that you feel like you owe him an explanation about what he saw. 

"The guy that we saw was an old friend, but not really mine, it's my ex's friend" he opened his eyes a little and nods, like if he's giving you a cue to continue "Something happened with him, and… they blame me… i blame myself" and you're turning into that trumbling mess again, he crouch in front of you and holds your hands, the warmth of his skin helps you soothe yourself. 

You don't talk about it again. After several rehearsals, they were pushing you to give them the lyrics for the song you wanted to play, words? Music was one thing, but the lyrics… just couldn't come to your mind. 

Satoru offered to help, and so, more time together, neither of you had a problem with that matter. 

One day, he arrived with something called a pedal. He started to explain to you how it works while you tried it. He figures it can help you even more. And it does. 

Summer break begins, and your mornings are making you feel unease. You go to the park, walk around, and start to think more and more about the lyrics that have to get you.

It will get to you, jus' fill yourself with nature, the environment you have around gives you the best inspiration. Satoru said those words to you, and you took the advice for it. 

The moment of the performance was there, and it was now, every word from a lyrics only you knew begin to rumble inside the place, the pain it caused you to remember those days were palpable in the air.

Those days where love walked with your hand intertwined, soon after came the little disagreement and fights and those words that you regret saying. All pour into that song.

Even if your everything loses its shape one day

You'll always be here with me

Satoru has his eyes on you, and the feelings you're pouring out make him euphorical. In a state of high, his chest is heavy with feelings, and the music rumbles inside his body. 

As you sang your last notes a round of applause fill the room, after a standing ovation you walked away backstage only to find Satoru's gaze piercing with every step you took, as you were about to speak he reaches out and hugs you and stamps his lips to yours, a soft kiss left in your mouth still feeling the euphoria of beforehand that kiss seemed to be Satoru's way of proving something to you.

He was a shot of espresso, everything with him felt where it belonged and you knew that he felt the same way about you, he was your first time in many ways, since kids you were always there for each other, even when he began to act different and distant from you. 

"Hey, Suguru, we see you with that girl a lot. Are y'all dating or something like that?" Geto could've said you were indeed a couple, a team, soulmates even, but he felt the need to fit in. 

"Something like that," the guys around him laugh 

"Ain't she weird for you to look at her in that way?" Geto nods and locks gaze with you, and you walk away.

After that, things were a blur. Every fight now seems pointless and stupid, everytime he was always talking about dying, and you acted out of anger and said the most horrible thing you could've said. 

"Well, Geto, if you say you love me so much, die then," 

It was a mistake. It was a pointless fight, and if you carry with that on your back… you'll never feel like moving on. 

At his funeral, you didn't cry, anyone else couldn't have the satisfaction of looking at you, trembling, and losing your temple.

You called his number, hearing his voicemail tone, hoping he would attend your call, and you could apologize.

He knows how sorry you are, and he knows how much you loved him, he was the one acting wrong, doing you wrong, and he knew that, he knew that after what you said, and he reached a limit. And you'll have to cope with that in your mind.

His mom let you keep his guitar.

He used to tell me that he wanted to teach you, how 'bout you take it? his mom told you, after his funeral, you carried the case, feeling him beside you. 

Every note, every melody, every lyric, he's there with you. 

Satoru can't even bring himself to look at you. He's dying of embarrassment after what happened after the concert.

He brings himself to it before you decide he's a coward and won't talk to him again in your life.

"I'm so sorry [name] i shouldn't…-" 

"Why are you apologizing?" You cut him off mid sentence

"You're not mad at me?" You deny and gift him a soft smile 

"Do you like me?" he nods, and you blush at his positive answer

"Yes, I do like you, I thought the kiss was proof" you chuckle

"Well, I like you too, Toru." he smiles at you and holds your hand 

He felt like an angel with those mesmerizing eyes and his magnetic presence that kept pulling you to him.

A song and a guitar were the solution. After all, Geto solved his problems like this too, and you thanked him for the angel he had sent you. 

You knew Satoru would understand your story and your feelings. 

©️bangytell please do not copy or steal my work, any translation can’t be done this is the only way to read it.