#I LO VE THEM YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 1- Mafia! Miguel O'Hara

        In this Universe, it was not just the villains' you had to be afraid of. In every corner of the city of Nueva York, there were members of the mafia. The amount of families that ran different parts of this city were starting to make one lose count. No matter how safe you felt, you weren't. Everyone, including you, knew better than to mess with anyone. It was best to keep your head down and mind your own business. At least you wanted to.

        It was just another ordinary work day for you. The alarm clock was put on snooze more times than you could count, and now you were running late. Hurrying down the street with a poorly prepared sandwich in hand, you begged to make it in time for work. It was a miracle that the clothes you wore even matched properly. Honestly, preparing the night before always sounded like a great idea. It was just a shame you were too tired to do so.

        Right as the signal changed to walk, gunshots were heard. Everybody ran the opposite direction, knowing better than to get anywhere near. Everyone, except you. Your lateness was going to get you either fired or killed. As of right now, being killed sounded better than being fired. At least it did in your mind before you actually ran towards your job in the mist of another gang war. The tears in your sandwich were going to be a grim reminder to wake up earlier tomorrow-if you lived till then.

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        Miguel sat in his vehicle, watching his men go at it with the members of the Vulture clan. He had warned them several times to do this inside, but what point was there to talk with idiots? Needing some fresh air, Miguel stepped out of his car. How much longer until the other side gives up? Wanting to reach for his own gun, Miguel heard the cries of a woman. It was an all too familiar sound. He knew of the effect he had on them.

"Oh?" A slight smirk formed against his lips as he watched you run through the middle of a warzone, "Qué idiota. (What a dumbass)" He muttered under his breathe.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't be late next time! I'm sorry!" You cried repeatedly as you fell on the ground, holding your head.

        Miguel found you entertaining. He drew his gun and proceeded to make his way over to your trembling body. Luckily, he only had to fire a few times before his foot was near your (h/l) (h/c) hair. With ease, he grabbed your arm and lifted you towards him. Like instinct, you grabbed onto him, apologizing like there was no tomorrow. A smug grin formed against his lips.

"Parece que me encontré con un perro callejero. No puedo dejar a una cosita tan bonita como tú aquí sola. (Looks like I found me a stray. Can't leave a pretty little thing like you out here alone)" He said lowly. Finally, you raised your head,

"I-I'm so sorry. I was just late for work and...and...You have a gun." Your words kept stuttered as your brain finally started to connect the dots, "I swear I didn't see anything! I'm just passing through! I'm so sorry!"

"What's your name?" Miguel asked as he led you to his car.

"(Y/N)" You replied, watching his every move.

        You were terrified. You had almost died and were saved by a mafia member. Now your life was in his large hands. His beautiful red orbs felt like they were staring into your soul. There wasn't even a speck of dust on this man's clothes. He was so tall and seemed to be on another level than the other guys. Perhaps owing your life to him was not so bad after all. He was handsome and honestly, if he asked you to do something, you probably would.

"Te haré un buen uso si te gusta lo que ves. (I'll make good use of you if you like what you see.)" Miguel's smirk only widen. It took you a minute to slap your flustered cheeks and get your head out of the gutter,

"Huh? I'm sorry, I don't understand Spanish." You politely told him, not wanting to anger the man with a gun. Miguel motioned you aside before entering the car as well,

"I asked where you worked. I'll take you there."

"Are you sure? I'm already being a burden to you."

"You'll be paying me back of course," Miguel's eyes pierced yours, "Just do what I say and we'll be even."

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"Ugh, Qué descuidado. Nunca has estado con un hombre, ¿verdad? (How sloppy. You've never been with a man, have you?)" Miguel hissed as you sucked on his large cock.

        His hand held your head, guiding you down his shaft. Tears threaten to spill as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. He was far too long and you had no experience doing something like this. Stroking your hands against his cock, you tried your best to please him. He did save your life after all. Swirling your tongue against his tip, you felt him twitch. He hand returned to your head and started to move you on his own. It hurt as he fucked your mouth, but it made you feel hot.

"Swallow." Miguel commanded as he shoved his cock deep into your mouth. It burned and hurt your jaw, but you did as he said, "Good girl."

        You let out a cough, trying to hold your composure. Miguel lifted you up and placed you on his lap. He slid your underwear to the side, sliding a finger inside your wet hole. Moans escaped your throat as you held onto his shoulders. His thick fingers stretched you out better than your own toys. It felt good. With a sudden curl, Miguel had you putty in his arms. Your moans were getting louder as your felt your climax approaching.

"Que guarra. A punto de correrme solo con mi dedo. (How slutty. About to cum with just my finger.)"

        If only you knew what he was saying. It turned you on more just thinking about the naughty things he was calling you. This sexy stranger who saved your life was now about to fuck you in his car. You should be regretting this, but your better judgement was telling you otherwise. Feeling Miguel remove his finger made you mewl in protest. His placed his fingers' in your mouth as he lowered your waist.

        Your eyes widen as you felt him slowly enter your throbbing hole. It was hurting. Your small hands gripped onto Miguel, trembling from the feeling of being stretched out. Instead of slowing down, Miguel held your waist and slammed you down on his cock. Your back arched as you let out a cry from your orgasm. He was so deep inside you. Your body felt so full that it made your brain all fuzzy. This was something knew that you weren't sure if you wanted to stop.

"Already? We still have 20 minutes until we arrive at your work. Don't give up on me now," Miguel told you as he thrusted his hips up.

        Another cry escaped your throat as you felt his tip hit your cervix. Miguel was enjoyed this by the lick of his lips. He demanded that you started moving. That hungry look in his eyes every time you bounced on his cock. You felt like you couldn't get enough. Your legs were shaking as each thrust made your stomach turn. Sloppy moans and cries were all you can come up with as his cock bullied your cunt. This man was going to destroy you. Feeling his hands grip your hips was a sign.

"I'll take over now," Miguel's smirk never faded, "Voy a hacerte mi juguete personal, cariño. No tendrás que preocuparte por llegar tarde al trabajo si tu trabajo es mi polla dentro de ti. (I'm going to make you my personal toy, sweetheart. You won't need to worry about being late to work if your job is my cock inside you.)" He whispered in your ear.

        Whatever he said made your body shiver in delight. Miguel moved you against the car seat, slamming his hips into yours. He held your waist up, enjoying the view. Your lewd expressions were one of a kind. The way your boobs bounced with every thrust and how your body twitched when he pounded you were delightful. He could soak in every fiber of your being. You were his new favorite. Feeling your hole suck him made his smirk widen more.

        He moved your legs above his shoulders, enjoying your cried of pleasure as he ventured further inside you. His cock twitched as he neared his orgasm, wanting you to reach yours first. He leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth while his thumb rubbed your clit. His ears perked up as you called his name out. Your body arched once more as he cam on his dick. Miguel chuckled as he picked up his pace. He groaned lowly, shoving himself as far back as he could, coating your walls white.

"M-Miguel....That...was amazing," You barely breathed out. Miguel fixed his hair before reaching for your cheek,

"We're not done yet. We still have 17 minutes until you reach your job...If you decide to work there anymore when I'm done with you." He chuckled darkly, thrusting his hips into once more. You let out a cry, gripping onto the car seat,

"B-But I have...to ah...w-work for...ah~" Your words fell on deaf ears. Miguel was going to fuck the idea of work out of your brain,

"You got saved by me. Whether you like it or not, you're going to be mine now."

"M-Mig-"

"Not everyone gets a chance to be the leader's pet. Enjoy my cock inside you because I'm not letting you go."

        Only a whimper could escape your lips as Miguel kept bullying his cock inside you. Your legs started to grow numb. All you could feel is Miguel. 

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"Everyone is dismissed." Miguel spat as he finished his meeting, "Lyla, make sure Peter gets informed on what we discussed. Make sure he gets here on time next time."

"Yes, sir." Lyla said with a chip.

        Once everyone was gone and the door was shut, Miguel moved back slightly. A smirk formed against his lips as he looked down at you. You had been under his desk during the whole meeting, sucking and playing with his cock. Miguel reached out to stroke your hair, enjoying you nuzzle your head into his hand.

"You've gotten better, cariño. How naughty of you to try and distract me while working." He said with a grin. You climbed onto his lip, bringing him in for a kiss,

"At least I was early," You said with a soft whine. Miguel agreed before filling you with his dick, "Mhpm, I-I was going to...hah...ask...if we can, ah, g-go for d-dinner." You whimpered, trembling at his brutal pace. 

"¿Cena? Estoy a punto de llenarte aquí y ahora. (Dinner? I'm about to fill you up right here and now.)" 

"M-Miguel..." You moaned, holding onto him as you felt your high approaching.

        Miguel licked his lips as he watched you melt under his touch. You had been by his side for almost a year now. The family was hesitant to welcome you, but quickly did once they saw how much Miguel enjoyed your company. Needless to say, you never had to worry about being late for work again. Your job was to keep Miguel satisficed, which was a simple task since you lived with him. From dawn to dusk, Miguel used your body to fuel his lust. He liked you far more than anyone before and that was not going to change anytime soon. You belonged to Miguel now and forever.

"Say it again for me." Miguel demanded as he laid you against his desk. You cried softly as he pounded your poor pussy,

"T-Thank you for saving me,"

"Una vez más. (One more time.)"

"A-Ah~ T-Thank y-you for saving me~"

"Good girl."

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! I'm learning from friends and duolingo lol but I still have a long way to go! Oooh imagine Miguel being furious another parent of another kid on Gabi's team shitalking about her in spanish. About how she's bossy for a girl and that she needs to pipe down and know her place. Mama tries to calm him down but fighting words commence lol

That's a good way to start. Best of lucks ✨

"C'mon Gabi!! Get it baby!!!" You couldn't help but cheer her on as she kicked the ball in between her rival's feet, the ball passing between the kid and Gabi kept on leading with the ball.

A trick you had seen her practicing in the porch with Miguel. Your chest swelled with pride as Gabi passed the ball to another teammate, and they earned a score.

Miguel clapped and cheered her on, mid-time beeped and Gabi's team was called for feedback, some changes and tactic discussion.

Miguel walked towards the team, bottle of water in hand along a towel. Gabi's voice clear as she discussed with her team.

"No, no, pass the ball to Reuben, he is faster and you are injured remember? You are good with passes."

The kid only nodded sheepishly as he held his ankle softly.

Miguel's eyes softened upon hearing her lead, and exchange strategies with her team. She then turned to him and hugged him.

"Esa es mi niña." (That's my girl)

"Pappa, can we go to get some pizza later?"

"Of course." He offered the towel for her, which she used to dry her sweat, and the high pitch whistle rang, announcing the second time of the game.

He was making his way back when a voice made him stop in his tracks.

"¿Esa niña otra vez? ¿Porqué no le dan chance a Víctor?" (That kid again? Why Victor isn't getting a chance instead?)

If he could remember, the man was a parent he often saw at the games, always trash talking other kids in spanish, just because his kid was taking separate training and was doing an improvement on the team. Or so he had said.

He never paid attention to him really, or any other parents except you and of course Gabriela. Who had just been pulled a yellow card as a warning for playing a bit too rough.

"¿Ves? Esa niña es demasiado mandona y agresiva. Tiene que relajarse o si no terminará golpeando a todo el equipo contrario." (See? That girl is too bossy and aggressive. She needs to be tamed down or else she'll end up hitting the whole rival team)

That made his eye twitch in anger.

How dared he speaking about his daughter like this? A blatant disrespect he couldn't allow. He turned on his back and made his way towards the father.

Eyes hardened and fixed on the man that caught his presence a little too late as Miguel loomed over him.

"¿Qué dijiste de mi hija, cabrón?" (What did you just said about my daughter, fucker?)

Even though his tone was calm, each word he spilled were almost biting.

"That she needs to be tamed down." Despite the man's apparent bravado Miguel could hint the crack in his voice.

"¿Porqué no me repites lo que dijiste en mi cara, eh?" (Why don't you repeat what you just said to my face?)

At this point the cheerings had stopped to focus on the exchange between Miguel and the other kid's dad. Your heart leaped to your throat as you saw Miguel almost bearing his teeth at the man as his lips moved angrily.

"Fuck." You approached

"¿Te crees muy chingón para andar insultando a los hijos de los demás, sólo porque crees que nadie te entiende?" (You think you're brave to insult other's kids just cause you think none understands you?)

"Necesitas relajarte, amigo" (You need to relax, man)

The man seemed to hold a hand, creating space between them, the kids had stopped playing as they also focused on what was going on.

You held his hand and tried to pull him away.

"Let's go" You mumbled but his angered self ignored you.

"No soy tu amigo, pendejo. Y escúchame bien, cabrón. Si vuelvo a oir que le estás faltando el respeto a mi hija o a los otros niños te voy a partir la madre." (I'm not your fucking friend. And listen to me very well, you fucker. If I hear you disrespecting my kid or the others, I'll fuck you up.)

The whistle of the referee and other parents had to create more space in between, the tension between the both was palpable enough, you felt his hand gripping yours tighter.

The referee whistled again, resuming the game, cheerings and clapping slowly returned as the kids played.

"What happened?!"

"He was speaking shit of Gabriela. Hopefully he'll know now that I can understand him pretty fucking well. Talvez así se calla el hocico." (Maybe that way he can shut the fuck up)

You sighed and rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him. He threw glances at the man that only recoiled to his own self whenever he caught Miguel staring at him.

[firstkanaphans]

About your post regarding coming out in Thailand:

It might be the company telling them to keep their private life private to maintain the "appeal" but maybe they themselves don't like the idea of coming out. For example, the "glass closet" is extremely common in Mexico, and here celebrities don't really come out. There's even a saying from one of Mexico's most famous singers Juan Gabriel: "lo que se ve no se pregunta" which basically means "if you can see it, don't ask about it". Some thai actors might feel that way, too, especially the ones you mentioned.

And other actors who are in the closet-closet, not the glass closet, I guess I can understand that, too, taking into account how homophobic Bl fans can be, and also they would 100% get more sexualized and objectified if they came out or were more open (for example, I've seen SO MANY ppl say gun is a slut and makeup stories about his love life) so... It's all very complex idk lol. There are very valid reasons to stay in the closet.

I really love this analysis! And yes, that’s very much the sense I got as well. Like you said, there are all kinds of reasons an actor might choose to stay in the closet and all of them are valid. Coming out is not—and never will be—a necessary part of the queer experience. I'm more curious by just how stark the ratio is at GMMTV because most of the smaller production companies have out queer actors. It just seems crazy that the largest one in the country doesn't have any.

But along the lines of what you mentioned above, I do think there are a lot of queer actors at GMMTV who wear their identities very proudly despite still being "in the closet." They seem to be trying to tell people who they are through their actions instead of words. Like Khaotung in his "pleasure is for gay men" shirt or Gun sporting a green carnation. I've always just gotten the sense that that part of their identity is being stifled and I'm curious if it's a contractual obligation or just a personal preference.

My gut tells me that GMMTV probably discourages—but doesn't outright prohibit—coming out and the actors just have no incentive to do it because they've seen how horribly others in the industry have been treated. But I, of course, have no evidence to back that up.

[This ask was sent in reply to this post if you would like to read the original.]

[thief-of-eggs]

HELLO LOVE <3

Brainworms have been worming extra hard since I stumbled upon your Bruce and Jay post (plus the doomed narratives one,, BELOVED), honestly those two make me so fucking ill oh my god. The tags on ur post? So true. Kith ur tags on the head. LO VE LOVE <3333 adding a little to the discussion since I am ill (and if you don't mind!!)

LOVE THE DOOMED NARRATIVE because their reconciliation is never possible imo. Grief is a wretched force that has twisted Jason's memory from the image of his beloved son into a detached, reckless amalgamation. Bruce compartmentalises to such a degree that if he has to keep functioning (both as Batman and as Bruce Wayne) that he can't possibly face the fact that his actions killed his son. His mission born out of the death of his parents couldn't have killed that bright child who was albeit a little angry at times but so full of compassion and life, right? Right?

But he has to continue. And because he does, he has to, on an internal level, make himself believe that Jason was doomed from the start. That he was too reckless. That he was too much of a mess. That he should've never been Robin (which is true in a different sense, but this line of reasoning is not it) and was destined to die. Bruce's messy cycle of grief has concluded. Acceptance comes in the form of his cherished son now being seen as 'his greatest failure, a reckless Robin, a good soldier.'

And unfortunately, the whole thing about Jason is that he is continually trying to communicate with the Bruce he remembers before he died. They're both on completely different pages in this conversation, and Jason is so mentally ill—oh my god, PTSD?—and he's trying to communicate with someone who doesn't remember him as he was. Plus, Gotham is such an intrinsic part of him that he can never pull away from it. He just gets stuck in a cycle, continually pulling away and then reaching out, and then pulling away—essentially in Limbo.

SJSJOSAOSKSOS I DO LOVE THE BRUCE AND JAY RECONCILE NARRATIVE 😭😭 THEY'RE BOTH NUANCED CHARACTERS, I BELIEVE IN THEM BUT GOD... the amount of growth they'd have to show from both their sides for that to ever happen??? YEAH. NO. 😭😭 AaaaaAAAA

ANYHOW. RANDOM WORDDUMP. U HAVE COOL AF POSTS !!!!! much love !!!!! Thank u for appearing on my tl :D !!!!!

HELLO HELLO!!! WELCOME !!

PLZ add on omg RAHHHHHH !!! Nothing makes me feel more loved as a writer and poster than seeing people get inspired by my silly little words and seeing them expand on !!!!

Also yes yes YES Jason Todd is one of my favorite muses for doomed narratives!! Every single goddamn relationship that kid attempts to have is destined to fail. From his mom to his short-lived time as Bruce’s apprentice/son, to his fragile and tense relationships with his almost-but-not-quite siblings.

Jaw on the floor, first off. Do you write??? Please do you write???? I need to read more of your words if so bc you understand these characters on SUCH a deep level UGH

“-he can’t possibly face the fact that his actions killed his son” - THIS THIS THIS !!!! Bruce is an immovable wall with Jason because he CANNOT accept the accountability. It’s like Jason is having a completely different battle with him, because Jason sees things for as they are, if not a little tainted by his own begrudged feelings, but meanwhile Bruce is seeing things through a clouded lens of denial. Bruce doesn’t understand the pain he caused Jason because he cannot even see it. It does not exist in his mind. Because to accept the pain is to accept WHY the pain is there, which in turn would just spiral out of control and Bruce is forced to accept that his no-kill ideal ended up digging his son’s own grave.

Ugh LOVE the idea of Bruce gaslighting himself into thinking this was how it was always fated to be. Putting the blame not on himself or Jason or the Joker, but on some higher being that he doesn’t even believe in. It’s such a Bruce coping mechanism. Sweeping everything under the rug bc now he can’t see it. IM UNWELL

YES YES THEY ARE ON SUCH DIFFERENT PAGES!!! YOU GET IT!!! They literally are having two separate conversations and neither understands why their words aren’t sinking in to the other. They may as well be talking to their own hallucinations at this point- Jason at the memory of his father and Bruce at the doomed ghost of a boy who once was.

And YUP that’s why I write little “good dad bruce” fics and read so many too, because I WANT them to reconcile but… in the actual real world reality? I think the best they could do is an uncomfortable middle ground. Where Jason is no longer antagonized, but not exactly welcomed either. He’d have an expected seat at the table, but he’d never come. He’d be on every place card, every invite, but he’d never show up. He’d be included, but would choose to stay away. And that breaks my heart but also I truly don’t think either of them can go beyond that. In an effort to cling to familiarity and sanity and a guilt free life, Bruce pushed his biggest regret away. He could have had his son back, but instead he chose to believe it couldn’t be true. And like the greatest self fulfilled prophecy, he made it true.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY AND BLESSING MY INBOX !!! seeing so many words made my itty bitty heart so happy. biggest MWAH to you <33

[barcalover86]

A fic about Pedri who’s girlfriend works in corporate finance and has insecurities about herself when she hears from one of his exes about his playboy lifestyle before he met her

Pedri One Shot

Insecure- P.G. x Reader

Hola a todos, so happy for my first request!❤️ Hope you like it!!

Be free to send me requests, I will answer you all!!!

I've been with Pedri for 7 months. He is my first boyfriend. I trust him more than anyone, I gave myself to him. Since the beginning, I knew that he had a few relationships, but he always says that I am his first love.

I am no one special, just a 20 year old girl who works as a corporate finance. I've been doing this job for some time, my family not being as rich as they would like to. All the time, I tried to help them with some money, and now me dating pedri helped their situation a lot.

People know about our relationship, but they don't see as often together. We try to be as private as possible so that we can enjoy each other truly.

We have pretty busy schedules and only see each other after 7 p.m. (19:00). I work a lot and enjoy what I do, but being so far away from my boyfriend isn't the best thing.

When we see each other at home, he is really tired and wants to sleep. We started to talk so little, only hellos and how was your day, and that's all. I try not to let these bad feelings affect me, but every day, it's starting to be harder and harder.

I miss my boyfriend a lot, but try to understand him. After all, he is a famous football player for Barcelona. Not everyone can achieve that.

This morning, I woke up early having a bad feeling about this day. Pedri has training at 12 p.m. today (12:00), so at this hour, he is still sleeping peacefully next to me, his hand being around my waist. I smile at his beautiful face, kissing slowly his forehead.

I am so in love with him and can't believe how lucky I got having a boyfriend like him.

I get out of bed and get ready to leave for work. After I ate some eggs, I went once again to kiss Pedri's face, who was still sleeping, probably dreaming.

When I arrived at the building, I said hello to everyone I knew and went to my office. I had a lot to do today, so I didn't even realise that it was already time for lunch break. Pedri must be training now, so I hope everything goes alright for him. I decided to go to one supermarket that was near me to get some food for me to eat and a drink. When I left the building, I heard someone pronouncing my boyfriend's name. I look around to find one of his ex-girlfriends, the prettiest one, in my opinion.

"No se, chica. Cómo pudo dejarme por... ella!? Has visto cómo se ve? No puedo decir lo que le gusta de ella." (I don't know, girl. How could he leave me for her? Can't tell what she likes about her.) you heard her saying.

You start to feel really, really bad about herself.

"No te preocupes. Él la dejará pronto como lo hizo con todas las chicas. Tal vez todavía tengas una oportunidad con ella. de verdad eres la mas linda" (Don't worry. He'll leave her soon like he left all the girls. Maybe you still have a chance with him. You are really the most beautiful one), her friend told her.

I trust Pedri with all my heart, but right now, I start to overthink. Am I good enough for him? Does he still love me? These days he is very distant, but it's only because he is stressed about the next matches that are really important...right?

"Si, probablemente. Como si se fuera a dormir con chicas todo el tiempo. Todo el mundo sabe que tuvo sexo con muchas chicas solo para sus necesidades. Este hombre no tiene sentimientos, simplemente perfecto para mí. Somos exactamente iguales. Y, Dios, echo mucho de menos su lengua. Realmente es un <magician>." (Yes, probably. Like he goes to sleep with girls all the time. Everyone knows that he had sex with many girls just for his needs. This man has no feelings, just perfect for me. We are exactly the same. And, gosh, I miss his tongue so much. He really is a magician.) his ex said to her friend.

I walked away in tears. My mind was only on his ex's words. First of all, I can't believe he was with that girl, and second of all..does he cheat on me? I couldn't eat anymore, so I went back to my office with only one bottle of water. I had to stay here another 5 hours. I tried not to think about the worst and concentrate on my work, but my kind wouldn't let me.

I didn't know what to believe. I felt so heartbroken, and if pedri was seeing someone while being with me, I couldn't blame him. I wasn't a model, an influencer. I didn't know how to do a pretty makeup for me, so mostly I only wore mascara. I didn't have an athletic body like other people he slept with, and now my mind was on, "what was he thinking when he saw me naked for the first time?".

The rest of the time, I was silently crying. Didn't even finish my work, so my boss got mad at me but eventually forgave me. I really appreciated that.

When I got home (7:30 p.m/ 19:30), I was surprised to see that Pedri wasn't home. I started to panic really hard. Maybe he was with a girl? You two didn't have your moment for almost 2 weeks now, and maybe he was needy? But why wouldn't he tell you that, you could have helped him.

When your boyfriend came home was 8:46 p.m. (20:46). He never came that late without telling you. You tried to call him several times, but he didn't pick up the phone nor answered your messages. You were worried that he might have gotten into an accident, but somehow managed to calm yourself down when you saw him standing in front of you.

"Hol-" he wanted to say, but you interrupted him. "Dónde estabas?" (Where were you?).

He looked into your eyes and saw that you had been crying. "Amor, estas bien?" (Love, you okay?) he asked, worried. "Paso algo? Estabas llorando, mi niña?" (Something happened? Were you crying, my girl?)

He quickly went to hold you, but you stepped back. He heart ached. Did he do something wrong?

"Me repito Pedro. Dónde estabas?" (I repeat myself, Pedro. Where were you?) you asked again, now a little bit more angry.

"En el entrenamiento, mi amor. Te dije hace unos días que tengo una entrevista a las 2 p.m.(14:00) y luego mi entrenamiento empieza a las 5 p.m. (17:00)" (At training, my love. I told you a few days ago that I have an interview at 14:00 and then my training starts at 17:00)

You suddenly remembered that he told you that. You start to feel so bad that you forgot about him. You felt the tears forming but didn't want to cry. You still weren't sure that these days he hadn't seen any other girl. You were a shy girl, but you really wanted answers, so you spoke what you felt.

"Te sientes caliente?" (Do you feel needy?)

"Que?" (What?) he answered, really confused. "Qué quieres decir?" (What do you mean?)

"Te hago sentir satisfecho? Si estuvieras caliente, ¿vendrías a mí? Me lo dirías? Soy lo suficientemente bueno para ti? Soy al menos la mitad de sus estándares? Todavía me amas? Me amaste alguna vez? Si quieres tener sexo con alguna chica, dímelo. Nos separamos y luego-" (Do I make you feel satisfied? If you were horny, would you come to me? would you tell me? Am I good enough for you? Am I at least half your standards? Do you still love me? Did you ever love me? If you want to have sex with a girl, tell me. We break up and then-) you started but he interrupted you.

"No no no no. No te atrevas a decir algo así! No te atrevas a pensar tan bajo de ti mismo!! Eres mi primer amor, y me duele muchísimo cuando te escucho hablar de eso. No quiero a ninguna otra chica excepto a ti, mi amor. Te quiero a ti y solo a ti. Por supuesto que estoy necesitado de ti. Quiero cada minuto para estar contigo. Me haces sentir tan bien en la cama y nuestro amor es el más fuerte." (No no no no. Don't you dare say something like that! Don't you dare think so low of yourself!! You are my first love, and it hurts so much when I hear you talk about yourself like that. I don't want any other girl except you, my love. I love you and only you. Of course, I am needy towards you. I want every minute to be with you. You make me feel so good in bed, and our love is the strongest.)

In that moment, you started to cry. He hugged you, and when you were ready, you told him everything. He listened carefully, making sure to leave kissing all around your body.

"Déjame mostrarte lo bien que me haces sentir. Déjame mostrarte lo hermosa que eres, mi dulce vida." (Let me show you how good you make me feel. Let me show you how beautiful you are, my sweet life.) he told you and carried you to your room where you spend the night together.

I hope you like it. Let me know your opinion on this.🙌

Have a great day, people!

[esuemmanuel]

You can disappear in a second without a trace, and who is going to ask for you?

Yes, to love is to listen to the other, to understand him, and to be there for him when he needs you. However, what happens when you are not there, when you can't listen, when you can't understand him either? Is he going to ask you? Is he going to try to understand you and listen to you? I don't know, it's sad and painful to realize the disparity in what you give and what you receive from those you usually love. I will always care about everything about those I love, however… not everything about me matters to them. And it's not that I feel that way, it's just the way it is. Well, it's part of being introverted and, moreover, empathic, always giving of yourself what you would like others to give you, and that you know, beforehand, that you will never receive, because no one is like you. And yet, love is seeing… recognizing… and, if you can't change what you see or recognize, accepting it. Accepting it does not mean that you will stay there, but it does mean that you will be there when it is really necessary.

Te puedes desaparecer en un segundo sin dejar rastro, ¿y quién va a preguntar por ti?

Sí, amar es escuchar al otro, entenderlo y estar para cuando te necesite. Sin embargo, ¿qué pasa cuando no estás, cuando no puedes escuchar, cuando tampoco puedes entenderlo? ¿Él te va a preguntar? ¿Va a tratar de entenderte y de escucharte? No lo sé, es triste como doloroso darte cuenta de lo disparejo que hay en lo que das de lo que recibes de quienes sueles amar. A mí siempre me va a importar todo acerca de quienes amo, sin embargo… no todo lo que se refiere a mí les importa. Y no es que así me sienta, es que así es. Bueno, es parte de ser introvertido y, además, empático, siempre dar de ti lo que quisieras te dieran los demás y que sabes, de antemano, que jamás recibirás, porque nadie es como tú. Y, sin embargo, amor es ver… reconocer… y, si no se puede cambiar lo que se ve ni se reconoce, aceptarlo. Aunque el hecho de aceptarlo no signifique que vas a quedarte ahí, pero sí que vas a estar presente cuando sea realmente necesario.

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hey it's me again, could you please do some hc about mumon, jun and miyamoto musashi with a masculine looking S/O who is a woman but people usually think that she is a man due to her height (by the way could you make her taller than the other please?) muscular physic and also because she is a really good fighter who not once but twice beat the sh*t out of them when helping then train or something?

By the way,i'm glad that your back again, your works really help me and my anxiety and other mental illnesses.

Situation: S/O masculine looking / S/O de aspecto masculino

Character: Jun Guevaru, Mumon Katsuragi and Musashi Miyamoto.

Jun Guevaru.

As if there was anything in this world that could make this man stop being madly in love with his S/O, he's stupidly in love, no one is going to get him out of there.

He's writing poems about the beauty behind his partner's sculpted muscles and the way all the depressions between his partner's muscles are little bits of hell that tempt him to touch and touch with love for his S/O.

The man is so lost in his love that he doesn't see a problem with his S/O, in any case, the others would be the problem in Jun's eyes.

Speaking of Jun's eyes and the way he sees his partner, do you know about the pink glasses of love, which is the metaphor that when we fall in love we put on glasses that make us see everything that has to do with our partner as a good thing and, in short, gives us a picture of a pink world that is perfect? You know what I'm talking about, right?

Well, Jun doesn't have the pink glasses of love on, he has them attached to his eyes.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Funny, because he is often mistaken for a woman because of his soft features, it's funny.

I really don't think it bothers him that her partner looks muscular and masculine, if he fell in love with her it was for a reason, right? The exterior or the image that his partner shows to others is not going to change what he feels.

Mumon appreciates that the practice together and teach him new things when it comes to fighting. He learns everything very quickly, he is incredibly dedicated to what he is passionate about.

He is also a bit dramatic, if his partner knocks him down he will lie on the ground only to laugh when his S/O apologizes for hurting him. He's fine, but he loves to joke around, that's all. Hit him again.

But it's funny that they both get confused by the way they look, it's funny.

Musashi Miyamoto.

He's a bit conflicted, it's the first time he's seen such a worked body of a woman. Some somewhat archaic ideals are pressing on his brain.

But Musashi does not understand many things and he is not interested in understanding either, the only thing he contemplates is that his partner is strong, although his brain is restless to find a "why", he ends up getting used to it.

Probably, he tests the strength of his mate day by day, like he attacks her every day to check that she is still strong. He's a bit annoying, he really is.

Versión en español.

Jun Guevaru.

Como si existiera algo en este mundo que pudiera lograr que este hombre deje de estar perdidamente enamorado de su S/O, está estúpidamente enamorado, nadie va a sacarlo de ahí.

Está escribiendo poemas sobre la belleza detrás de los esculpidos músculos de su pareja y de la forma en que todas las depresiones entre los músculos de su pareja son pequeños trozos de infierno que lo tientan a tocar y tocar como muestra de amor hacia su S/O.

El hombre está tan perdido en su amor que no ve problema con su S/O, en todo caso, los demás serían el problema ante los ojos de Jun.

Hablando de los ojos de Jun y la forma en que ve a su pareja, ¿saben de los lentes rosas del amor que es la metáfora acerca de que al enamorarnos nos ponemos unos lentes que nos hacen ver todo lo que tiene que ver con nuestra pareja como algo bueno y, en pocas palabras, nos da una imagen de un mundo rosa que es perfecto? ¿Saben de qué hablo, cierto?

Bueno, pues, Jun no tiene puestos los lentes rosas del amor, él los tiene adheridos a sus ojos.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Gracioso, porque a él suelen confundirlo con una mujer debido a sus facciones suaves, es gracioso.

Realmente no creo que le moleste que su pareja se vea musculosa y masculina, si se enamoró de ella fue por algo, ¿verdad? El exterior o la imagen que su pareja muestra a los demás no va a cambiar lo que él siente.

Mumon aprecia que practiquen y le enseñen cosas nuevas a la hora de pelear. Aprende todo muy rápido, es increíblemente dedicado a lo que le apasiona.

También es un poco dramático, si su pareja lo derriba de un golpe se quedará tirado en el suelo solo para reírse cuando su S/O le pide perdón por lastimarlo. Él está bien, pero adora bromear, es todo. Golpéalo otra vez.

Pero es gracioso que a ambos los confundan por la forma que se ven, es gracioso.

Musashi Miyamoto.

Está un poco conflictuado, es la primera vez que ve un cuerpo tan trabajado en una mujer. Algunos ideales algo arcaicos están presionando su cerebro.

Pero Musashi no entiende muchas cosas y tampoco le interesa entender, lo único que contempla es que su pareja es fuerte, aunque su cerebro este inquieto por encontrar un “por qué”, termina por acostumbrarse.

Probablemente, prueba la fuerza de su pareja día a día, como si la atacara todos los días para comprobar que sigue siendo fuerte. Es un poco molesto, realmente lo es.

[fluffyspaceball]

👉👈Ok I am madly in love with the headcannon of Keith knowing Spanish but Lance and the other members of Voltron don't know this .👉👈

So whenever Lance says something to the team only Kieth understood what he was saying but stays quiet cause this is his only source of amusement . Like imagine

P:Lance get out of my room you drama queen

L: callate enano(shut up you midget)

P:what does that even mean !!

//Keith in the background eternally signing//

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L: cásate conmigo allura(marry me allura)

A:pardon me?

H:oh don't worry it's just Lance speaking Spanish

L:sì!

A:Yes Lance I do now see

S:I'm pretty sure that sì means yes

L:crees que sabes español shiro el héroe (you think you know Spanish Shiro the hero!?)

//keith in his head:Lance needs to calm down//

But sometimes when Lance get extra annoying he buts in.

C:ok you qizsnaps this training routine will be very challenging and if will force you to work together. Speaking of working together,I recall one certain time when me and a couple of space piratea to team up to try find the beard of atla-

L:Coran! ¡Amigo! Te juro por Dios que te calles con las historias tontas solo por un rato(Coran!Buddy!I swear to God shut up with the dumb stories just for a bit!)

S:Lance!English so the rest of us can understand.

L:LaNce English PARA QUE EL RESTO DE NOSOTROS PODAMOS ENTENDRE (LaNce EngliSh sO tHe ResT oF Us cAn uNDersTanD)

S:that one I understood!

H:*sighs*

P:what is happening !?

L:*aggressive Latino noises*

A:can we all calm down

C:oh this reminds me of a time whe-

L:Iré Keith Iduna Su segundo nombre en ti(I will go Keith Idunohissecondnam on you-)

K:shut up Lance!

P:yea Lance

L:what why just me?

H:ahhhhhhhh!

S:everyone calm down

A:why couldn't I get more organized paladins?

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And I know for a fact that Lance complements Keith under his breath in Spanish and Keith doesn't know whether or not Lance is being sarcastic or not.

L: stupid mullet head

K:what have I done to you now??

L:mira como te ves(look the way you look)

K: what?

L:shut up!

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A:we need someone to watch guard

K:I volunteer

L:por supuesto, Keith se ofrece como voluntario.(of course Keith volunteers )

//k:what is his problem?//

L:Tan fresco y desinteresado(so cool and selfless)

K:huh

H:Lance buddy we talked about this.No insulting people in Spanish.

L:w-well he deserved it.

__

K:Lance why are you in my room?

L:ODIO LO HERMOSO QUE ERES(I HATE HOW HANDSOME YOU ARE)

K:umm...

L:ok byeee

//k:what just happened//

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This also probably when on for a while to until Kieth got annoyed and decided to do something .

P:I believe full heartedly that boys are dumb and illogical

A:this I too believe

L:Creo que Keith se ve atractivo.(I think Keith looks hot)

H: did you just insult Keith again

L: mabye

H:dude

L:quiero salir con el(I wanna date him)

P:no one knows what you're saying

K:I do

H:..what?

K:I know Spanish and Japanese.My dad spoke them both.

L:esto es una broma no?(this is a joke isn't it)

K:nope it's all true

P: so you could understand what Lance has been saying this whol time ??

K:yep

L:I feel like jumping of a cliff right now

K:¿Ya no quieres salir conmigo~(you don't want to date me anymore~)

L:yep definitely jumping of a cliff.

[forjongseong]

subtítulos // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 5 of the series)

genre: office!au // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss” // wc: ~1k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 -la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia

next chapters:

click here for the masterlist

summary: your secretary arrives late and you can't put your finger on what's making him look different.

author’s notes: welcome to minisode part 5! this one takes place, maybe after part 0.5 and before part 1, so waaaay back in the early days when Jay started working for CEO!yn!

the song that serves as an inspiration, though not as a whole is this:

the lyrics:

and that your lips, I don't understand them how I wish your heart came with subtitles

(in reference to the very last scene)

taglist: @jaylaxies @thots4hee @nyanggk @end-hyphen @jayked @yoursjaeyun @maggstar

(those who have not been interacting with the series have been removed from the taglist. send in an ask if you want to stay in it.)

You checked the time on your wristwatch as you frowned, wondering why your secretary had not arrived yet. You did arrive five minutes earlier than your usual time, but he would always be there before you with your hot cup of latte already placed strategically on your desk. After browsing some documents on your computer, you decided to call one of your staff.

“Beomgyu,” you said, placing the telephone between your ear and your shoulder while you closed some of the windows on your screen. “Once Park arrives, tell him to go straight to my office.”

The moment you heard a knock on your door, you sighed to yourself and mouthed ‘finally’ before telling the person to come in. Jay huffed and puffed as he let himself into your office, fixing the glasses perched on his nose and the bag strap that was almost sliding off his shoulder.

“Boss, I am so sorry,” he greeted you without letting you greet him first. “I’m late, it’s all my fault. I should have woken up earlier. It won’t happen again I swear.”

“First of all, calm down,” you said as you pushed your chair back. You stood up and started walking towards the center of the room. “I suppose there’s a valid reason for you being late?”

“I have no excuses,” Jay answered, looking down to the floor because he was too afraid to meet your eyes. “I can stay late today. And tomorrow. Or how many days it will take for you to forgive me.”

You merely stared at his face, wondering what about him seemed so different that day. You did not want to assume anything or end up feeling restless because you could not figure out what it was, so you just shrugged as you walked to your minibar.

“You don’t need to stay late, but I’m cutting your lunch break short.” You glanced at him through the mirror by your minibar. He had his lips pressed together.

“I understand,” he said softly, straightening his position and holding on to the strap of his bag.

You wondered why he was still there, so you turned around and clicked your tongue. “Well, go back to your desk then.”

You walked side by side with Yeji, talking to her about the meeting she had just attended. Behind you, Beomgyu and Keeho were tailing you like bodyguards. You fell in line to grab a selection of food when you heard two women in front of you talking. From their attire, you guessed that they worked on a different floor.

Jay quickly bowed at you before taking a couple of steps back and turning around, leaving your office and closing the door in the gentlest way possible.

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Sometimes when you feel like you were up for more social interactions, you would come up to the rooftop canteen to have lunch with your staff. Most of the time you would have your lunch delivered to your desk, but since Jay was going to be in front of your office all the time, you did not want to be around his presence for some reason.

“No, but did you see him today?” Asked the first girl in a ponytail.

The girl with shorter hair shook her head. “I didn’t. Why?”

“He looked so cute with his hair down! Like all fluffy with the front bangs and… ugh, he’s just so cute. I wished he worked on our floor.”

It took you a second to realize the two employees were talking about your secretary. You smirked in amusement, and then Yeji cleared her throat behind you, eyeing the two female staff. The two of them turned their heads, and the moment they landed their eyes on you and your crimson lips—since you were the only one in the building who wore a color so striking, they became flustered.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” the girl in the ponytail bowed slightly at you. She then stepped back and pulled her friend with her, so you could cut the line.

You shook your head and tilted your chin. “No, it’s okay. Go ahead.”

You kept your distance from them, and Yeji carefully peered over your shoulder, whispering to you. “I can’t believe they had the nerve to fangirl over Park.”

“Is he popular?” You asked, taking a step forward as the line started to move.

Yeji shrugged, but then Beomgyu, behind her, chimed in. “He is, Miss. Most of his fans are employees from the other--��

Keeho elbowed Beomgyu in his ribs before he could finish his sentence. You just chuckled while you picked out your meal for the day. The four of you sat together near a window and talked about various things before you finally noticed that everyone had finished their lunch.

As soon as lunch break was over, your three staff headed back to their desks happily after being treated to a cup of latte by you. You held two cups in your hands as you walked towards Jay’s desk. The moment he saw you, he was already moving to stand up, but you clicked your tongue and shook your head.

“Stay seated,” you said calmly, placing a cup of latte in front of him. He received it without question. “So this hair situation…”

Your hands were floating vaguely, gesturing at his head. Jay cleared his throat and moved in his seat. “Oh, right. Because I woke up late, I didn’t have enough time to style it like usual. I’m sorry if it comes off too messy,” explained Jay, messing up his bangs haphazardly.

Only then you realized that since day one, Jay had always come in with his hair completely pushed back, or in a half-and-half style. It made him look mature and capable, while this effortless, fluffy style just made him look like a boy. A cute one, actually.

“Make sure to wake up early. I don’t want anyone getting distracted by your… hair,” you said, eyeing him from top to bottom.

The gesture clearly made him flustered. He nodded and fixed his glasses, looking down until you disappeared into your office. He kept staring at the floor for moments after you left, though, because he was wondering what you meant about being a distraction.

Did you think he looked good?

-END-

© forjongseong 2022, all rights reserved

read the next part: al caer la noche

[imagine-silk]

AtSV; Modern!College!Miguel and Peter w/ a exchange student who speaks little English

》 This kind of relies on you being a man because you will be living with him

Miguel

Was more than a little annoyed because they chose him for speaking Spanish. You spoke Brazilian Portuguese. "Olá, estou muito animado para conhecê-lo."

When you get there he hears you and immediately goes for a transfer. B-lines for the office with you and shows them the problem.

"We don't speak the same language. Look." He turned to you who had no idea why you were there. "¿Me entiendes?" You furrowed your brow at him saying unknown words. "O que você está dizendo?"

Unfortunately, the program was just starting and no one but the teacher spoke Portuguese. Everyone else spoke enough English to get by but you didn't.

He takes you to his classes and uses a translator to talk to you. He says if you're surrounded by the language you will learn it. And as much as it pains him that means he needs to speak English at home.

You can sense his frustration with you and it off puts you to the point you get a translation app too and try to walk around by yourself. But then he had to save you from a fight you accidentally found yourself in. How you did that you don't know.

He tells you it's not personal, he hates that they gave him a task he's not qualified for and doesn't have the time to learn the qualifications. "It going fine. Trying is something even you are upset." You say trying to assure him, and it works.

He becomes a lot less uptight about you in general and actually goes out of his way to help you, something Jess and Lyla will point out.

He doesn't learn Portuguese, he already knows a Latin language and he just doesn't have the time. But he will always have some sort of translator on him to make up for it.

You both get withdrawls from speaking English all the time so you agreed to speak your language at home and just deal. If you need the other to for sure know what your saying then you speak English.

Teachers both love and hate you. Miguel is one of the best students and he's helping another student therefore furthering the message, but also they can't use him as an example or use him as a TA because he has to walk around a new kid.

The more you learn English the easier your life gets, you still want to speak your language but you do that on your own. But well passed the exit point Miguel doesn't sign off on being your chauffeur. You both know why, you just don't want to say the quiet part out loud.

Peter

He doesn't know how he got chosen to take care of you, he's not known for being responsible. But he doesn't say no.

Even though he was in charge of helping you through daily life he didn't think the language barrier would be as difficult as it was. Turkish was more than a little different.

"Merhaba ve benimle yaşamayı kabul ettiğiniz için teşekkür ederim." He blinks a few times before you realize he didn't understand you. "You are not translate?" "No. We're you supposed to have one?" He's genuinely confused rather than annoyed. You tell him you thought you would but rereading your transfer papers it didn't say you would be supplied with one.

You apologize for your broken English and he brushes it off. It wasn't your fault.

Without any thought he takes up learning it. Seriously, he shows up that night with books, a few academic and a few for children. "I know less than a kid so it's a good place to start."

You will teach each other your respective languages. You told him he didn't need to learn Turkish but he insisted he did, if not to make you more comfortable then to talk shit in front of people.

He's better at academics than he'll have anyone know so it doesn't take long for him to get the basics down and a few key phrases. "Yiyecek almaya gitmek ister misin? Açlıktan ölüyorum." His accent is halfway there because he hears yours.

Constantly speaks to you in Turkish for various reasons. One; to keep it fresh in his mind and make you comfortable while you learn English. Two; to show off he knows another language. Three; to low-key keep you to himself. It's not possessive it's just a quiet 'we have a thing you will never understand' so it's more like bragging.

Will talk about classes, social cues, people to know and stay away from, how the freshmen are adorable, and how much he doesn't like Jess. You can find a safe place with him while you're getting things in order. You can count on him to help you. Who wouldn't find that incredibly sexy?

[jeonstudios]

꒰ hey, lo-ve .ᐟ.ᐟ ꒱ ꪆ

it's honestly upsetting to learn that tumblr ate up that anon-text i had submitted, outpouring my thoughts on eoalh. i'm gonna try writing some of it again ( it's been a month, and i cannot remember most of what i wrote ), but here goes nothing.

my journey with eoalh began back in 2022. i believe the story was still updating then(?) sorry for my lack of memories, haha. that being said— i kept screenshots of my favorite excerpts. even used the "you are my birdie" x "you are like a tiny little bird baby that fell out of the nest that i found and now i have to take care of" analogies with my crush/long time close(?) friend back then ( i'm over him 98% ) anyway, he is kinda like eoalh!jk. so loved that his ego outcompetes his brain sometimes that he feels unloved instead, despite all the attention swarming around him.

another point among many that touched me would be

oc talking about kindness. her idea of it reflects william blake's concept of "higher innocence", which i am very much a proponent of, by the way. true, it can drain you often if you foget how to show yourself equal kindness too, and our oc really struggled with that aspect, right? i'm glad. really glad you showcased it beautifully. a lot of her resonated with me. especially, her college days and how she, without a resistance, would take rejection and never try to blame it on others. i think i've outgrown that a bit, or significantly. i try to look at a situation the most neutral way i can, learn where i need improvements, and just do my best to move on. but the whole "none of it is your fault. yeah, i understand. it's alright, you don't have to worry about me. really." reassurances were so me. is still me.

then there was oc's need to shower people with kindness and love bcos she didn't wanna die with regrets. that's always been me. i would even narrate to people my stream of consciousness bcos "WHAT IF I DIE AND I NEVER GET TO TELL YOU HOW AND IN WHAT WAYS DID THIS MISCELLANEOUS THOUGHT OCCURED TO MY PUNY LITTLE BRAIN??"

so that was 2022, right? fast forward a few months »»

i had completely forgotten about the story's name. LOL 🤸🏻‍♀️ i remember i found you through @ggukkiereads recommendations. somebody had asked about the story back then— that's how i discovered you in 2022. but that same year, i had to sit for major exams. it made things hard to keep up with socials. lost the list, the ask & the story. imagine my agony? lol. all i had were screenshots of certain scenes ( without the account name visible, bruh ). @ggukkiereads went into hiatus, too. my search didn't end though. however, my agony hadn't either.

that's until 2024 𖦹 ･͛♡̷̷̷･͛

EL DORADO. ahoy, i 'ave found it and ye! prolly searched some bs like "bet!au jk tumblr" etc. didn't seem to work before tho. yeah, until that fateful 2024 evening. oh, agony! ( bugs bunny undertone ) it was from the same recs account. haha. i swear i had previously searched through every one of her lists! but oh, boy. speak of god's timing.

anyway, had the best time reading the story thoroughly. read fics from your recs account, too. imy favorite was a hogwarts!au where jk is in the quidditch team. huehue. read dc, bt and basically every one of your fics. but eoalh is eoalh, right? i'm so full of love for them, and so full of brainrots. when you mentioned the babybirthing drabble would have near d-word scenes? oh my, i thought that was tasty. bcos i do wanna see the fear in his eyes and heart when he sees her almost slip through his grasps. bahaha, as if all the angsts weren't enough. STILL !! it's fun to witness a man be loser and grovel and cry. i trust them tho. however, what's a little angsty brainrot? they are forever birdies. they will grow and fly together. almost close to the sun, but never too close like icarus, again. i believe in them. yeah.

but only bc i'm feeling vixeny— what's jealous eoalh!jk like? after marriage? NO, NAMJOON AND HER PET DOG WASN'T ENOUGH! I AM EAGER TO KNOW WHAT NEEDY EOALH!JK IS UP TO!

꒷ random gibberish incoming ꒷

dare i say, bts wasn't even my main fandom growing up? i mean i was never a hard stan of any group except [redacted], but kpop back then didn't need that. it was peaceful with fun interactive moments between every other group & reactions to performances. i kept up with bts since their debut, quite casually. the entirety of 3rd gen kpop is home to me in that regard.

BUT! BEHOLD! it's authors like you who made my attachment to them better. so, thanks for writing, yeah? know the power your pen/keyboard wields. i love how you aren't afraid to write about insecurities and vulnerabilities, in general. one might argue saying, "oh, it's easy to be behind a screen and type." maybe, but repeated exploration isn't ( respectfully and admirably said )

it means the author is trying to speak to the audience by baring themselves/their characters, sharing their views on topics whether personal/impersonal. it's not an arbitrary or whimsical piece of work. it's beautifully thought out and constructed.

you are really amazing, lo-ve. hope you keep growing, learning, and expanding your horizon. all the best wishes for you, sweets. also, a gentle reminder : you are much more than an author to me. kudos to your human.

[🎀🖇🩵]

yeah, tumblr suck sometimes! i've made it a habit to screenshot the ask before i send any just in case 😩 i'm glad you like eoalh and feel like you can relate to it! i do tend to write about things (and people) that i find comforting at the moment and as for eoalh!reader, i wanted her to be "weak" in a way i'm scared to be, and show that she'll be loved in the right way regardless. ♥️

[crimsonwing]

"Our-? They live here! You sound like those pompous nobles with their-" "So what if do!? They looked down on me, on US this whole time and I'm sick of it! I won't bend my knees to nobody no more! You should understand that better than anybody!"

"What on Earth... I'm just giving them their due, Ruthar!" "Their due? It's all at OUR expense! Don't you get how much we're losing to them here!?" Ruthar took a DeeP breath. " You really disappoint me, man. But it's not too late. Would you mind helping give my friend a reality check, little fishie? " Ruthar Stared at me. His EyEs I will never ForGeT as he drew his bLaDe. "You like you some salmon, don't you Bartie? Then let me show you how their flesh is the same shade of pink" --- "¿Nuestro? No ves que suenas como esos pomposos nobles con su-" "¿¡Y qué si es así!? Siempre me vieron hacia abajo, a los dos. ¡Y estoy harto de eso! Jamás me inclinaré ante nadie. Tu entre todas las personas deberías entenderlo " "Pero que diablos- ¡Solo les doy lo que es suyo, Ruthar!" "¿Lo suyo? ¡Todo es a costa nuestra! ¿¡No te das cuenta de todo lo que estamos perdiendo!?" Ruthar TomÓ un respiro. "Realmente me decepcionas, hombre. Pero aún no es tarde. Disculpa ¿me podrías ayudar a hacer entrar a mi amigo en razón, pescadito?" Entonces me MiRó. Jamás olvidare esos ojos al sacar su EspAdA. "Te gusta el salmón ¿cierto Bartie? Entonces dejame mostrarte como tienen la carne igual de rosa."

[ashleyrainsims]

Ash: Where are all the sick men? How fast is the virus killing them? Whitlock: Men don't get sick, only chicks get it. I don't think anyone's died yet. So your girlfriend is infected?

Ash: You're out of your fucking mind. People have a right to know the truth! Whitlock: Why are you picking on me? I don't even know what was in the lab. We were sent here after the lab closed.

Ricky: Get ahold of yourself. People are around. If you get busted for beating people up, it won't help Danny.

The sergeant used that moment to get away from us.

Whitlock: Fucking crazy!

Ash: That's enough, let me go. He seems to have dropped something.

I picked up a roll of photographic tape.

Ash: Looks like the sergeant wasn't so useless. I'm curious how Marty is doing over there.

Danny: Our eyes are o-o-pen! Marty: Yep, I see that. Danny: Mo-o-ther knows e-e-verything. Acce-e-pt her lo-o-ve.

Marty: You know, dude, your expression is un chingo weird. It's very freaky. Danny: Wate-e-r is the me-e-aning of life. Marty: That's such an unusual way to ask for a drink. Espero, the guys will be back before I understand what you're saying.

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[inspiredwriter]

Rafael :*mira la carretera* de acuerdo Candy Espero que estés atenta si ves a un ninja del pie para golpearlo😉😏🤜👃💝💗💞💖

Candy :*estira los brazos*Por supuesto que sí osito estoy lista para pelear los malvados ninjas 😁😈⚔️

Rafael :*se acerca a Candy* lo sé preciosa sé que hoy va a ser tu misión conmigo 😘💞💗Mira escuché que Leo y Stefany acabaron con siete ninjas del pie robando químicos de una fábrica 😕🤔🏭 🧪🧫y la formación que Donnie nos mando dijo que hay tres Ninja escondidos esperando a los otros por los químicos y llevarlos a Baxter 😡🙄

Candy :*se frota las manos* eso es terrible ninjas del pie trabajando para hacer ese malvado espero darle su merecido😠🤬👊

Rafael :*abraza a Candy por de atrás* tranquila caramelito guardas tu furia para para enfrentar a los malvados villanos 😏🤗💞💘💝💖

Candy :*abraza el brazo de Raph* Está bien mi osito estaré tranquila Cuando vean el malvado Ninja del pie 😁😄🤼‍♂️✨*mira un ninja de pié en el tragaluz*¿Hm? 😕🤨

Ninja de pié :*mira abajo a Raph y Candy* 😠🗡️

Candy : Raph mira ahí está el ninja del pie y creo que nos está viendo para atacarnos 😧😡🤼‍♂️🗡️*saca sus sais*

Rafael :* aprieta su puño* Oh sí prepárate cariño vamos a darle al tono de pié unos golpes 😏😈🤜💝💘💖

@inspiredwriter

Ninja Foots: *Runs up to Raph and Candy*

Raphael: Oh, there are sixteen of them here, maybe even more😯😠⚔️ *Takes out his sais* Are you sure you're not afraid, babe?😏💝💞

Candy: Ha!😆 I laugh in the face of danger!😉😈

Ninja Foot: *Takes out sword and attacks Candy*

Candy: *Punches the blow and hits the ninja in the jaw* It’s true that this is no laughing matter right now...✊😬😅

Raphael: *Fends off ninjas* Don't worry, Candy, remember what I told you?😤🤜💥 *Hits two ninjas with their heads together and they lose consciousness* Beat everyone who dares to violate your personal space...😏🤜💥🤛 *Hits ninja foot in the shoulder and head* ...Except me, of course~🥰😘💘💖💕

Candy: *Grabs the ninja by the hands with the help of her sais and pushes him away from her* I understand you, Raphi!😃😄⚔️✨ *Kicks two ninja foots with her legs in their stomachs* Hey, y'all, get this!😆😈🤸‍♀️

Raphael: *Fights with ninjas* (Thoughts💭) Hmm, not a bad start...🤔🥰💗💖💞 But one of these foots will have to be caught and interrogated😡😤 I love intimidating brainless foots so much😈

Some ninja foot: *Runs up to Candy and grabs her from behind*

Candy: *Drops her sais to the ground* Hey, what are you doing?..🤨😖 *Feels ninja foot's hands on her breast* Who gave you the right to do this?!😳😡 *Steps on ninja's foot and escapes from his hands* Here you go, dirty pervert!💥👊🤬😤 *Grabs ninja foot by the jaw and throws him to the ground*

Raphael: *Looks at Candy* (Thoughts💭) Haha, this is my girlfriend~😏🥰💓💝💘💕 She's so fresh when she fights, we'll need to retire somewhere after the fight and make love😍😈💖💗💞

@swagtreecrown

[darkacua]

It's a fanficker AU Bitches

A silly alternate universe in which Yuu, in their despair, stress and total boredom with everything, decide to go online in search of the only thing that consoled them in their original world.

fanfics.

And not just any kind of fanfics. Y/N fanfics with any famous or important figure of the new world who was forced to live.

They are bored and it will make it everyone's problem (they should have let them rest when they had the chance 🙂)

-Grimm is the first to find out, but since he has no idea it's a fanfic he thinks Yuu is just reading a book online (like the nerd he swears they are) -The adeuce duo are the ones that follow and are… confused to say the least. (“Your life must be very boring if that's what you read to kill time” “don't be rude ace, what they read is not our problem… no matter how weird it is”) -They just don't understand what good literature is! >:'( -Somehow Grimm ends up spreading the information and now the whole school knows that they are weirdos who read things of dubious origin -Don't listen to them, they're just haters -Yuu yells "Hypocrisy!" when he sees some ignihyde student making fun of them. -Vil refuses to look them in the eye and decides to pretend that Yuu doesn't exist to save himself headaches and have as calm a school year as possible. He has Rook in his bedroom and that's the only psycho he'll tolerate. -Too bad for you pretty boy! Guess who you'll be seeing every day for (I don't remember how long) the next few weeks?

Español bajo el corte.

Un universo alterno tonto en el que Yuu en su desesperacion, estres y aburrimiento total de todo decide entrar a internet en busca de lo unico que los consolaba en su mundo original.

Fanfics.

Y no cualquier tipo de Fanfics. Los fanfics de Y/N con cualquier famoso o figura importante del nuevo mundo al que se le obligó a vivir.

Ellos están aburridos y lo convertirá en el problema de todos (debieron de dejarlos descansar cuando tuvieron la oportunidad 🙂)

-Grimm es el primer en enterarse, pero como no tiene ni idea de que es un fanfic cree que Yuu solo está leyendo un libro online (como el nerd que él jura que ellos son)

-El dúo adeuce son los que siguen y están… confundidos por decirlo así. (“Tu vida debe ser muy aburrida si eso es lo que lees para matar el tiempo” “no seas grosero ace, lo que ellos leen no es nuestro problema… por muy raro que sea”)

-¡Ellos solo no entienden lo que es buena literatura! >:’( 

-De alguna forma Grimm termina esparciendo la información y ahora toda la escuela sabe que son unos raros que leen cosas de dudosa procedencia

-No les hagan caso, solo son Haters

-Yuu grita “¡Hipocresía!” cuando ve a algún estudiante de ignihyde burlarse de ellos.

-Vil se niega a mirarlos a los ojos y decide fingir que Yuu no existe para ahorrarse dolores de cabeza y tener un año escolar lo más tranquilo que se pueda. Tiene a Rook en su dormitorio y ese el único psicópata que tolerara.

-¡Pues mal por ti chico bonito! ¿Adivina a quién verás todos los días por (no recuerdo cuanto tiempo) las próximas semanas?

[taegularities]

okay HELLO AGAIN MY LOVE!!!

i read the jk pov in one sitting and omg... my poor heart 😳

it was so incredibly moving! you write pure art and im always in awe with each new piece you drop ❤️ i felt like seeing his perspective definitely eased some of the anger i had towards him (i always knew he was just misunderstood yall ‼️) i am 100% upset at oc for MISSING HIS BDAY AND ART SHOW! I ACTUALLY AUDIBLY GASPED AFTER READING THAT PART 🫡

im rlly glad you showed his and taes interactions, having a support system (even when you dont want it) is so important and im glad he put his ego aside and vented (if only he could do that to oc smh) im still upset at his whole savior complex tho, like bitch i promise ur only HURTING MORE PPL BY DOING THIS ‼️🤨

im super curious as to how this is going to play out in the next chapter honestly. is oc going to completely avoid jk at all costs? will he keep trying to talk to her?? i hope he's a fighter, but at the same time i want him to SUFFER 🤭 i rlly just want him to get so tired of chasing that he snaps and spills his guts to her (do i hear an "i lo*e you" being said 🤭) but maybe im just missing the enemies to lovers trope too much 💀

either way, I CANT WAIT FOR THE UPCOMING CHAPTERS! but please take your time! i know uni can be stressful (and your job is starting soon as well) so don't forget to relax! ❤️ we want you HEALTHY!

- wife from war anon 💂‍♀️

OKAY HELLO, I'M HERE NOW !!! reading it in one sitting is quite something babe, considering the wc and the heaviness of its content.. means so much to me 😭

yes. YES. it was supposed to ease the anger !! i was so sad when everyone was mad at him, like ugh, we just need to understand him a little, you know :((( man is just trying to navigate through his feelings, but doesn't know how. upset at oc? let's see if it changes after cmi8 🤣

mmmh, the saviour complex is fucking me up, too, but... it really helped to put down those conversations he had with tae, eun and his mom. idk, i love those little moments with their friends, and i truly hope everyone else adores them just as much as i do <3

very good questions you ask, wifey, very good indeed. there's so much planned for cmi8 that i might have to split it, but god i can't wait for the emotions. AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN AN "I L*VE YOU" 💀 outrageous !!!! but we shall see eeheheh

i'll definitely take care of myself as much as i can, and i really hope you do as well, babe. so good to hear from you again <333