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I'm very rusty with my art and I got caught on surprised, but acept this from Gie.
This was supposed to be for someone else, but he is with another person now.
Gie's is dressed as a Brazilian version of Death
"Rips Shroud"
The American Barn Ownl.
The legends says if it cry/sing near to you the death is coming.
I'm glad for interact to me, thanks a lot!!! (â âŻâ á´â âŻâ )
#my art#my oc#danny phantom oc#omg I can't draw#actually i was so sad but I'm little happy yay#I really liked the surprised đ#happy Halloween đťđ
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#đ#this nigga really pulled up#with his troll built bm#đ§#while we exchanging our son#she soooo poooo#like really ?!!!#đšđšđšđš#idek he had another child on the way#but still find the time to try to ruin me#that was RIDICULOUS#I was JTFO#đđđ#do not surprise me with fuckery#Iâm tryna do better#đ#&IM NOT WAITING ON W2#zzz#Iâm FINALLY CLAIMING MY SON#for the first TIME IN LIFE#đ¤#flash back from#4 years ago#3 years ago#â¨â¨â¨#Then my son was running away from them like monsters đš#&crying saying he wanna stay with mom đĽş
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Revenge? | M.R
Plot: Your bf cheats on you, what happens next đ
(TW: NSFW) >New series for this! <
It was preposterous. Absolutely unbelievable. You stood there watching as your boyfriend- soon to be was ex making out with the girl he told you not to worry about, which of course you obviously shouldâve.
Your blood boiled as you walked up to him, grabbing him by the collar and ripping him away as roughly as possible. You werenât just mad, you were furious. How could he do this to you? âYou fucking pussy. You quite literally couldâve just ended things with me you prick. Iâm so done with you.â Not giving him any more chances or pity apologies you walked away, once out of the room you ran to your dorm.
Later that night
A much needed crying session later you heard a harsh knock on your door. Without getting up or knowing who it was you whispered a charm and unlocked your door, to your surprise it was Mattheo Riddle. âY/n, you do know thereâs a such thing as a silencing spell, donât youâ His eyes had a piercing gaze for a moment before he finished examining you, his face fell slightly yet he fixed his demeanor, slowly stepping inside and closing your door.
âEither youâre blasted, or you were crying, so which one is it.â He said blatantly sitting down on a chair near your bed. âFuck off Mattheo, you donât even talk to meâ You flipped over in bed, annoyed at the unwanted intrusion of your privacy. âIf you didnât want me in here you wouldnt have opened the doorâ He sent a small smirk your way despite you not being able to see it. âIn my defense I didnât even know it was youâ
You both sat there in silence before you reluctantly turned back over to face him, âWhy havenât you left yetâ You sighed deeply rolling your eyes looking at him. âIf youâre really just gonna be a bitch I can leaveâ He rolled his eyes in return, beginning to stand up. Without thinking you held your arm up grabbing his instinctively âDonât go, Iâm sorry.â You quietly apologized causing him to slowly sit back down.
You removed your hand from his and to break the awkward silence you spoke, âMy boyfriend, well I guess now my ex boyfriend cheated on me. I literally caught him making out with her openly in publicâ I scoffed still dumbfounded as to how oblivious I was. âWhat an ass. Iâve seen him, youâre too hot for that anywayâ. His words made your cheeks blush slightly so you attempted to hide it by stretching.
âI just canât believe he played me like thatâ I looked back at him, âYou know, we could get some revenge and have some funâ He winked at you and smirked. âAnd what exactly would this revenge entail?â I cocked my eyebrow at him curious yet intrigued. âWell we could act like weâve been dating this entire time, pretend weâre finally âgoing publicâ, and by that I mean we full send it by making out in front of Parkinson and tell her skanky ass weâve been together so she can spill it to the entirety of this school.â
To say I was shocked was an understatement. I mean the plan obviously needed some major readjustments and weâd need to come up with a story but it honestly could work. âAre you gonna say something or am I just gonna sit here and look like an idiot who came up with an awful planâ He shook my head in his hands catching my attention.
âYes.â I looked him in the eyes. âWe could make out tomorrow then, but you know, I could use a bit of practiceâ he said nonchalantly , you were still making eye contact so there was no way for you to ignore this, your face was getting hotter by the second, no telling how red you were visibly. âCome on sweetheart, I have a feeling you need the practice too, donât you?â He smirked.
No thinking needed you just nodded your head yes, and just as thoughtless as it was for you to nod your head, he immediately launched towards you and connected your lips. A soft moan left your lips as soon as you felt his tongue enter your mouth, attempting to fight for dominance in the kiss and failing miserably. His hand came up and softly squeezed your throat causing another soft moan to escape, you covered your mouth instinctively but he ripped it away replacing it back with his lips.
Keeping a grip on your neck he parted your legs with his left arm and rested his knee between your thighs, purposefully rubbing against your heat. More small moans were coming out and you could feel him getting hard against your stomach. He leaned closer to your ear, kissing and nibbling a bit before whispering, âBe careful amor, if you keep moaning like that I might just have to fuck you alreadyâ
His knee never stopped rubbing against you, and you were more turned on in this moment than any time with your ex. You didnât want this to end, even if he wouldnât continue with your plan afterwards. âThen do it Matt, Fuck me.â You looked at him and gave the best fuck me eyes You could. With zero hesitation he yanked your pants down discarding them across the room followed by your underwear. You started quickly taking your shirt off as he himself got undressed.
All of this happened in what seemed like under a minute, before your lips were back attached to eachother and he was rubbing his tip up and down your soaking entrance. âFucking hell Y/n, I knew you were hot but I didnât think youâd have this pretty of a fucking pussyâ He began to speak but it turned into more of a moan as he sunk himself deeper and deeper into your dripping cunt. âFuck, and youâre drippingâ He moaned once fully inside.
You couldnât help but let out a loud moan, needing to adjust to the big size. He looked so hot above you too, especially being able to see his abs from your angle âOh my god! Please keep goingâ You looked at him, already needing and begging for more. âShit youâre so perfect. Iâm going to ruin this fucking pussyâ He whispered the silencing spell quickly before he began to harshly pound into you. Louder moans than before began filling the room as his aching dick fucked in and out of you.
He pulled out and got off of the bed, yanking you to the edge and flipping you onto your stomach. âPut your ass up for me princessâ He smacked your ass harshly making you moan, a soft chuckle leaving his lips at that. You were scared he mightâve wanted to do anal, yet you obliged nervously arching your back. Without warning he slammed into you, definitely hitting your cervix. A pain and pleasure induced moan left your lips and that only fueled his fire.
He kept going at a relentless speed, your eyes began rolling back and you couldnât hold back any noises even if you tried. You felt yourself starting to unfold, your stomach tying in knots as your release inched closer. âIâm so fucking close Mattheo fuck fuckâ You could barely get your words out, they were more like whimpers and screams. âCum all over my dick, Iâm not done with you yetâ He slapped your ass which sent you over the edge.
You were seeing stars, your body was beginning to shake as he pounded into you, his arm reached under and began rubbing over your previously teased clit, it was already swollen and sensitive and you couldnât control anything. Tears started to roll down your face as you came all over his dick, tightening around him making him moan more and more.
Your body collapsed down but he picked you up by your hips and kept going, his thrusts got slower but they were still deep and consistent. The overstimulation was driving you insane, it was something you didnât know you needed. He pulled out and flipped you back onto your back. âIf im going to cum, and if itâs going to be because of you, then I need to see your gorgeous face and these amazing fucking titsâ He smirked at you and slowly thrusted back inside of you before grabbing your boobs and putting your left nipple in his mouth sucking and pinching the other.
Your walls clenched around his dick once again, and you felt another orgasm coming, this time it was more bearable yet you were still so overstimulated and turned on you were a moaning mess. He started speeding up and picked his head up to look at you, his hand stayed on your boobs massaging them and pinching your nipples but he was close. Even though itâs your first time together you could tell.
His thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, he threw his head back moaning and throwing around curse words, with a few more hard thrusts you felt his thick cum coat your walls and as he pulled out slowly the warm substance dripped out slowly. âFucking hellâ You sighed completely laying back exhausted. âSo, we still on for the plan?â He winked.
I rly hope this is good but tbh the more I read it the more I donât like it đđ
Also! I feel like lowk this would be a good mini story/ series? Like the actual revenge and such, maybe them getting into a relationship⌠who knowssss. But itâs only a thought Iâd need your feedback!!:)!!
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âââââ â FRESH LOVIN' w/ CHRIS.
NOTES .ᣠana writing chris ????? its a literal miracle..... yeah hes been lookin a little too good lately... also ive been thinking of this for weeks now so uhh yeah !
WARNINGS .ᣠp in v. uhhh dirty talk. afab!reader. no protection đ. im not great at writing chris i dont think... better at writin matt but i tried.
IT SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN AS AROUSING AS IT WAS to see you wearing his merch. chris gives you the pieces you like for free anyway, you're his girlfriendâhalf of the time you help with the designing process anyway. so he's used to seeing you in.. well, his brand. the sight of 'fresh love' written across your chest is nice, he likes it a lot, but he's used to seeing it when you're with him. you'd told him plenty of times that the hoodies and shirts are super comfortable, so you wore them often.
so that is exactly why he was so confused as to why the sight of you modelling his merch made his dick as hard as it did. it wasn't.. that different. was it? he doesn't get it. maybe it's the professionalism of the photos, or just how official it all is. that's his girlfriend wearing his brand. no one else'sâjust his. a funny feeling fizzes in his abdomen, a warm feeling flooding his chest. both of those things at the instance he sees your pretty body wearing something he created.
his baby wearing his babyâthat kind of thing. its corny, sure, but still. it made his head all murky and fuzzy, and his jeans tighten around him so uncomfortably it was impossible to ignore it. being at the photoshoot was a fucking nightmare, let alone seeing the photos all over instagram. people loved the photos, of course they did, you looked really good in them, and yeah, he loved them a lot too. which was why it was agony going on any social to find the exact thing that gives him a raging hard-on.
it was merely a coincidence that you'd walked in wearing merely a fresh love shirt and not much else. he lets out a low groan at the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip for a moment with his eyes raking up and down your figure. matt and nick weren't in, the entire reason you were wearing so little, so.. it wouldn't be completely wrong of him to have you bent over the couch due to your little get up, right? he's hoping so, since that's the only thing clouding his brain right now.
"actin' like you're not just as bad as me," he mutters, scoffing in return as you'd done previously. "actin' like your panties ain't soaked."
"you're starin'," he glances up at your words, his blue eyes wide and surprised for a moment before a smirk flits at his plush lips. yeah, of course he's staring. your nipples are hard beneath the cotton of the shirt, poking out a little and drawing his attention directly to them. soon, his eyes drop down to the curve of your ass beneath your underwear. slowly, he slides his hand down to adjust himself over his sweats with a quiet grunt.
"can you blame a guy?" chris murmurs, biting his tongue for a minute before he looks you up and down. "bein' such a fuckin' tease walkin' 'round like that," you scoff at his words, a soft smile playing on your own lips. a tilt of your head, and you're looking him up and down too. he looks good, he always does, but he does look really good. folding your arms beneath your chest, you lean against the kitchen island. "we both know you're soaked, baby." his words are practically a growl.
"you ain't got any proof," you grumble, feeling a surge of heat pool between your legs despite your own words. he wasn't wrong, you know, and he knows that too. all you wanted was to make something to eat, albeit wearing the least amount of clothing possible, but sure.
his smirk widens, "no? do you want me to check?" he knows you're wet, he can see it. from the way your thighs press together and how you're a little stiff whilst wandering around. all tell tale signs that you're just as horny as he is. "you're drippin', baby. don't even try to pretend with me," chris is quiet for a moment, before he pushes up off of the couch slowly. his eyes rake over your frame, and it only makes you feel more flustered in a way.
"don't gotta check 'cause i ain't wet," you mumble immediately, your skin warming up. you're lying through your teeth right now, and chris knows it. he knows you better than literally anyone, even if you don't want to admit it. trying to focus your mind on anything other than well, that, you turn away to open up the fridge and get something to eat. chris is making his way over, eventually standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.
chris chuckles quietly, a low and rich sound. wandering a little closer to you, he stops right behind you with a click of his tongue. you shiver almost immediately when his hand slides over your side, skimming towards the swell of your chest. "liar," he murmurs, letting his nose trail along the skin of your neck lazily as he draws you a little closer to him. "you're always drenched for me, just as much of a mess as i am."
your eyes flutter over to him for a second before you swallow hard, "ain't a liar," you insist, head tilting to the side a little bit at the feel of his head by the crook of your neck. but back to the food, you tried to will yourself, as you bent over to grab a cutting board from a lower drawer. "yeah, can feel you pokin' my thigh with that ragin' hard-on of yours." chris scoffs at that, corners of his lips flitting up at the corners in a lazy smirk.
"s'not exactly a trade secret, is it?" chris mumbles with soft amusement, leaving gentle, warm kisses over the skin of your neck. his hands roaming gently over you doesn't stop him from pulling you back into him. he presses up against you as you're bent over, slowly rocking his hips up against you with a small, strained noise escaping him.
"you feel what you do to me, princess?" was pretty hard not to.
a soft gasp followed by a soft moan escapes you, "chrisâ" and you grasp at the drawer to keep yourself steady. a shaky breath slips past your lips and you feel it soon hitch in your throat. "don't," in the kitchen? matt and nick could walk in at any moment, you knew, but chris seemed like he didn't care at all, actually.
"don't what, baby?" he coos, taking a breath as he slowly alides his hands down to your hips. at the same time, his own hips grind enticingly into your ass, his aching erection pushing up against you. he needed you so bad. there, in the middle of the kitchen, he shamelessly grinds up against you. "don't what? don't touch you, don't make you feel good, don't love you?"
you let out this pretty moan, folding your arms beneath you to lean up against the counter. "no, no, noâmmh," you wanted him to keep going, you knew he'd make you feel good, he always did. made it his mission, actually. chris grind at your words, head tilting to the side a little bit now. "keep goin', please," well, you don't have to ask him twice, he'd do anything you asked of him.
"mhm.." chris hums quietly, considering whether he should take off the shirt so he can get his hands all over you before he decides not to. the shirt's the appeal, seeing you wearing something he made. fucking you in something he made. "keepin' this on," he adds, letting you know what was going on in his head.
as much as he'd usually keep you waiting, he was far too pent up to do so now. he lets go of your hips momentarily, his free hand moving to his sweats already hanging low on his hips to push them down a little bit to free his cock. a groan escapes him at being exposed, and he shuts his eyes for a minute when he wraps his hand around at the base and gives himself a languid stroke. he could get off right here at the sight of your ass clad in pretty panties pushed up against him like that, but the warmth of your cunt was a safety he couldn't deny.
"probably soaked all the way through these panties of yours, huh?" at the sound you let out, he smiles a little more, his hand slipping inside your panties almost immediately to test his theory. his fingers slowly start to brush against your clit, feeling how slick you are from just his words alone. "told you," you're sopping wet, and he loves it. his head tilts to the side a little, and he applies a little more pressure before gliding his fingers through your slick folds. biting his bottom lip at your sounds, he groans.
"chris, shit," you mewl softly, hips slowly bucking up towards his fingers as he pushed them up against you. he lets his thumb brush against your entrance, gliding over it easily before he glances back over at you. "that's it, let me feel you," for a few long moments, he makes tight circles over your bundle of nerves before his impatience gets the best of him. "feels so goodâ"
"i know, mmh, gotta feel you, baby," he tells you, tugging down your panties in a swift movement. you gasp quietly at the cold air hitting against your warm folds, and secondly at the feel of his cock pushing against your entrance. he's gentle, always is, his free hand moving to hold you steady at your hip. "you alright?"
you swallow hard, trying to figure out a way to say it without sounding desperate as all hell. "uh, yeah, yeah," you nod, shifting your hips back against him to feel him properly. a laugh escapes chris, and he hums, slowly easing himself inside you with a little buck of his hips. his hand moves to join his other one at your hips and he groans gutterly, eyes squeezing shut. "so fuckin' tight, baby."
"holy shit," you're clenching on him like a damn vice already, a moan escaping you as well in a similar fashion to chris'. he takes his time with it, lifting his hand from your hip to place it on the kitchen counter and grasp at it to keep him steady. he soon enough buries inside you to the hilt, hands roaming over your hips and ass, occasionally squeezing as he looks you up and down.
"such a dirty little thing, aren't you?" slowly, he shifts his hips back so just his throbbing tip is inside you, before he snaps his hips forward again so he's back to where he was moments prior. the sounds you let out practically have him coming right there, but he's got enough restraint to hold on for maybe a few minutes more. "lettin' me fuck you in the kitchen against the counter, knowin' anyone could walk in."
his words barely register to you with how he thrusts in and out of you, practically molding your insides to fit him, taking him so good like you do every damn time. "chris, mmhâ! feels so.. ah, shitâ!" your tits bounce beneath the fresh love shirt, drawing his eyes there almost immediately. he moves his free hand to cup your chest, thumbs circling over your hardened nipples and pinching momentarily.
"can't even think straight, can you? too busy thinkin' 'bout my cock, mmh.. i know it feels good, baby, feels right," chris keeps up the pace of his thrusts, practically pounding you up against the counter. "feels so, fuckin', good," he punctuates each of his words with a sharp buck of his hips, but making sure that you didn't hurt yourself in any way and holding you up.
"can't.. think straight," you agree breathily, practically panting with every push of his hips and feel of your pussy tightening around him. you shut your eyes, lashes fluttering as you practically squeal around him. "can't think straight, that's right. just focused on makin' a mess on my cock," and making a mess you were, feeling that burst of pleasure as he brought you over the edge.
soon, he got there too, the movements of his hips stuttering as he let out out a low sound, finally coming to a stop once he'd stuffed you full of his cum. "did so good for me," he murmurs. eyes darting up to yours when he managed to coax your eyes open with his hand. "did perfect.."
"yeah?" you ask, voice all airy and breathless. you feel so warm and fuzzy, a bliss washing over you. with a soft sound, you relax against the counter with his help and the feel of him easing out of you. his eyes dart down to his release leaking out of your hole, and he hums quietly, letting his hand trail back down and circle his thumb around the mess he'd made for a moment.
"and i thought you were hungry, baby."
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kamariya - kenyu yukimiya
paring: yukimiya x fem!reader
au: indian/bollywood + actors
cw: not proofread, intended lowercase, reader is a dancer like in that one scene in stree, yukimiya is the male lead for the "movie", yukimiya is mentioned by his first name, lyrics from the song are in Orange and italics, just yukimiya being a simp tbh
a/n: yukimiya brainrot. my indian girlies unite frfr!!! character choice based off of this moodboard a person made and. i. i had a vision. on holiday so i skipped out studying to write this (i'm cooked). Not really my best work but I wanted to post this bc I am happy to write it! hope you enjoy!! Woah fishii double posts writing đ
word count: 1576
best paired with: kamariya from stree <3
âpractice run,â the director calls out, gesturing for all main actors and supporting cast to join him beside the camera station. the main leads, the main couple, are no where to be found. well, itâs not a big deal, since itâs just a scene with a song and dancing.
youâre a side character, a dancer, but the main dancer of the group. of course, the female lead gets introduced at this point in the film, but all eyes are on you for a good part of this scene. on you, your body, your movements and face. so naturally, youâre nervous, to say the very least.
âhmm, seems that Kenyu isnât here yet. well, then, [name]. you can practice once more, if youâd like. might be a good idea to practice in front of a small audience, since you seemed shy when i last checked.â the director points towards a campfire setup, where the following scenes were meant to be recorded. you nod, following the others to the area where they each took their seats.
lucky for you, the other actors, both side and supporting roles, are kind. they hype you up, telling you to take your time as you both emotionally and physically prepare to dance. its not like you can just start moving your hips to the beat of the music. besides, it hasnât even started playing yet.
you turn so that your back is to the small audience, as they sit in a semi-circle formation. you flex your hands a couple of times, hopping up and down to get yourself ready. one breath in. one breath out.
it really is as easy as just moving your hips. whatâs the worst that can happen? losing confidence isnât an issue, youâve got a little hype squad.
one last breath in, the tip of your toes just barely touch the floor. youâre barefoot, to maintain your balance. you push yourself up from the floor, one foot a bit higher than the other to get into the âflowâ.
you want to dance, you really do. but its too quiet. too awkward. eyes are to focused on you. youâre the main attraction, yeah, but⌠something has to lure the audienceâs eyes in. in a seductive way? not too sure about that. maybe, that wouldnât be so bad, would it?
lost in thought, the start of the song being sung by one of your back up dancers snaps you out of your trance.
âo seeli peeli pa ke o balam, tod de bharam. chhod de ghabrana.â
there you go. slowly but surely, you feel your shoulders loosen and your stress melt away. or maybe youâre just too focused to notice the others started clapping along and singing the parts they know.
unconsciously, you hum the tune to the song as your arms comfortably stretch above your head, slowly slithering down your torso as your hips take turns gently jerking up on either side. while it started off a little bit still, your movements became elegant just as fast as they became comfortable and natural for you to perform. the blouse you were wearing was somewhat revealing, but it makes sense for a scene like this.
âhmmm~â
your skirt, the longer piece of your lightweight lehenga, flows freely at your ankles. its red colour contrasts the soft blue lights that bounce off of the sequences on your outfit, off of the othersâ faces and gracing your gorgeous face with a blue tint.
âdil ke saare button khol de, khul ke bol de,â
you expect your voice to come out a little bit squeaky, but to your surprise, it comes out just as intended. you spin around, slightly lifting the skirt of your lehenga as you move forward. you let the light fabric drop back to your ankles, turning the audienceâs attention back to you. your wrists flick in various positions, with your shoulders flexing at different angles.
âbata de tera aaj hai plan kya?â
just as youâre about to invite your back up dancers to practice with you, the actual song plays. itâs a bit annoying, but what better opportunity to practice timing? you move your hips to the beat of the song, the words almost wrapping around your wrists and guiding them to smoothen your movements, from your back to the very tips of your fingers.
âaaj bijli bhi girwani hai, fire bhi lagwaani hai-â
your breath is comfortably held in your throat for a moment, trying to correctly perform a certain move when you hear an exhale behind you.
âjo tu aa ke baby hamre saath maâŚâ
you brush it off, exhaling as your arms slither down your torso once more. wait. exhale? behind you?
âaa, aa, aa, aa keâŚâ
you canât turn around. itâs obviously someone from the audience, but you canât help feeling a bit nervous as someone is quite literally over your shoulder. well, whatever, you can do this.
âkamariyaâŚâ
you finally turn around, expecting to be met with one of your back up dancers. butâŚ
but?
âhila de hilla de, hila de hilla de-â
you pause, half on your tippy-toes and leaning backwards a bit.
âhila de hilla de,â
the person now in front of you leans in, just barely whispering.
ânajariyaâŚâ
and god you canât deny that thereâs a good reason heâs been casted for the male lead. you can feel his breath lightly fanning over your neck, the tip of his nose just a slip up away from touching you.
your eyes flicker to the director, and he quietly points to the camera. its on. you either have to start dancing as naturally as possible again, or retake the whole scene. with the main lead watching. you take your chance, pulling yourself to stand up straight by tugging the manâs tie. your loop it around your hand once, a somewhat playful yet hesitant smirk on your lips.
âmila de milla de, mila de milla de-â
and he seems to have gotten the gist of how you want things to go. the other actors keep singing, some whistling and others clapping to the beat of the song to set the scene that youâre tonightâs main attraction.
âmila de milla de,â
he pulls you in by the waist, one hand intertwined with yours above your head, spinning you around. in an almost comical manner, one hand rests on your lower back as he leans you down.
âkamariyaâŚâ
so this is Kenyu Yukimiya. the Kenyu Yukimiya.
this is the closest youâve been to the male lead. and oh boy, do you wish you were the female lead for such a movie. well, this is your moment. the âaudienceâ whistles again, while Kenyuâs supporting actor, someone who is meant to be his best friend in the cast, drags him to sit back down.
your back up dancers spread out a bit more, and the camera stops. for a moment, anyways. the director calls out for everyone to stay in their positions, as the camera crew quickly moves the camera to be directed on you. well, here goes nothing. the scene right before the female lead will be introduced, youâve got to make your mark and show the world you talent. the camera turns back on, and the âaudienceâ starts singing again. they start of quiet, slowly growing louder as you regain your confidence.
âhila de hilla de,â
one flick of your wrist above your head,
âhila de hilla de,â
and a slither of your arm down your waist from your other arm.
âhila de hilla de-â
and you know his eyes are on you. they follow each of your movements, almost sparkling as bright as the blue lights reflecting off of the sequences on your lehenga. but why?
ânajariyaâŚâ
you hear him just barely say under his breath, over the loud music and even louder singing.
âmila de milla de,â
whatâs so fascinating about your dancing that he forgets his very queue for the next scene where the female lead is introduced? hah, loser.
âmila de milla de,â
you canât deny that you slightly slow down your movements, just to watch the way his eyes follow your hips. the way they slowly meet your eyes, a crooked smile on his gorgeous face as he fights the urge to join you to dance once more. one chance, one chance he wants with you!
âmila de milla de,â
well, fuck it. off script? barely even following the plot of this movie, at this point. he stands back up, taking your hand and spinning you around. youâre a bit surprised, you didnât actually expect him to give into his urges and dance with you. but hey, youâre not complaining.
âho.. haye re mera dil le le!â
he sings between his laughs, leaning in close enough for you to be able to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with your free hand. youâre tempted to do that, just to get him flustered. you wouldâve done something to get him embarrassed if the director didnât yell out âcut!â right when the sparks were erupting between you two.
âtake five minutes, then from the top!â the director calls out, letting you leave to freshen up. but Kenyu stays in place, heâs still smitten by the way you move.
ânajariyaâŚâ you hear him mutter under his breath, not in a musical manner. out of genuine desire for you to stay.
maybe another time, since youâre sure his eyes are on you.
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PETER PARKER ANGST????â¤ď¸đŤĄđŹđ¤đđŁđđŤĄđđŤĄđŤśđđđŤśđâ¤ď¸ (if you dont write it ill sob violently on the floor âšď¸)
we could call it even
tasm!peter x fem!reader
summary:
"peter parker," she says, "you're like a legend around here."
warnings: unspecified angst, series, no fluff, no explanation
a/n: might i introduce a playlist entitled stupid boy which i listened to while writing this (and the other parts????)
*
there's a specific time of night that is appropriate to go to the market.Â
or inappropriate, depending on how old you are.Â
if you're in your sixties and sometimes feel like your joints are just notches that need to be oiled, midnight probably isn't your designed time for grocery shopping. seven in the morning is typically the best time for swollen lungs and--literal--broken hearts.Â
but if you're you, exhausted from running around all day, unpleasant from all of the people you've talked to, and trying to avoid anyone (everyone) you might know--and secrets you don't feel like sharing--then midnight is a perfect time. and perfectly normal, thank you very much.
you're not even sure why meyer's is open this late. there's no way the owner, jerry, is staying up until midnight to check out the lowlifes or drunk teenagers stopping by, and you know that these aren't prime business hours--evident by the crickets you can hear behind the 'fresh produce' section. maybe he forgets that it's open, and that susan--the only person willing to work here--is still on the clock. or maybe he's just taking pity on you. you donât think heâs ever there, but maybe he hides around corners, noting the new lines on your face so he can report it back to every person in town. gossip is like a disease, and youâre never alone in a place like this. never quite at peace.Â
you look around the next shelf for jerry, or a gust of wind that follows him running away. thereâs only silence. the echoes of your footsteps.Â
it doesn't matter why meyerâs is open. you're thankful for this time alone. or at least by yourself.
it's a welcome change to have no one judge you for your selection of deli cheese and baked goods. or the three containers of instant coffee you've hidden underneath it all. just out of habit.Â
tuesday nights are yours, and the market is your chosen domain.Â
usually, that is. usually, you're all alone. usually, you can run around on the carts and pick up anything you accidentally knock over. you can spill an entire bottle of wine on the floor and no one will blink an eye. jerry wouldnât even be able to hear it from three feet away.
but tonight--on this tuesday when your feet hurt a little bit more than necessary, and your eyes are twitching at all of the lights--apparently you're not alone.Â
which you wished you would have realized before you started humming 'single ladies' a bit too loudly.Â
you wished you would have skipped shopping at all, really, as soon as you see his face.Â
his wide eyes--surprised and silvered by age, much like yours--and his open mouth.
in a different world, you would be shocked--shocked instead of scared--and you might run to him. you might ask him why he didn't tell you he was coming? what is he doing here? in a different world, you two would be the only people in the market and it would be fine.Â
it might even be great.Â
this subtle shift in autonomy wouldnât hurt the peace youâre looking for on this tuesday night.
there wouldn't be this obvious horror story standing between the two of you, this looming presence. the history of a thousand lies, bruise after bruise, and scars so red that they could burn through the ground. glass shattered around your feet.
the lights might as well start flickering. you should probably call out "hello?" even though he's right in front of you, and if he was going to murder you, he probably wouldn't answer. a door should creak.Â
you should probably go.Â
you should probably run away before he can take a step closer. you don't look a threat in the eye and smile at it. you don't feed a stray cat.Â
it always comes back.Â
why is he here?Â
you take a step away. as soon as you notice him--behind, between, all over you--silence ensues. you might as well be at a loss for words. you don't have much to say to him.Â
not to that look in his eyes, or his receding hairline, or that peak on his mouth.Â
because peter would be here. at this time. and he would be trying to hide a smile, a smirk, when he's not even supposed to be within a five-hundred-foot vicinity of you.Â
actually, maybe you forgot to mail that restraining order.Â
but the words come out anyway because your body has always betrayed you when it comes to him.Â
"peter?" you blurt out, and just saying the word stirs the simmering feeling inside of you. just saying his name is enough of a warning.Â
"hey," he whispers and takes a step closer. you step back. he leans away like he knows his proximity is toxic. "sorry, i didn't mean to scare you."Â
i didn't mean to.Â
and yet.Â
you breathe and forget how to blink. he might disappear. "peter," you repeat, as a form of masochism. you don't breathe at all.Â
"sorry," he says, again. he doesn't say what for. there could be a million things.Â
"um," you choke out, looking around--away from him and his manipulative eyes. "what?" you laugh to yourself, hand running over your face. you roll your eyes back into your head and laugh again. you shake your head.Â
you look at peter, at his furrowed brow and inward stance, and you snort. look away from him before it's too late.Â
you're laughing like something is funny. it's not.Â
it's really not.Â
"are you..." peter is swallowing. you'd like to pretend that his voice is hollow and cold, much like that cave inside your chest, but it's not. you recognize that concern, that softness in his voice that used to be just yours. "are you okay?"Â
you almost giggle at him. it comes out as more of a cough.Â
you wonder if you look like a ghost. some remanent of who you used to be--the person that only peter used to know.
"peter," you sigh, and step away from your cart. into the shelf you've been backing yourself into.Â
you step away from him, still shaking your head.Â
"i've got to--" you trip as you turn around and say to mostly yourself, "i've got to go."Â
groceries, and peter, be damned, you think, as you walk out of the building and prepare yourself to never ever come back.Â
it wouldn't be the first time.Â
*
you are having your daily debate with mrs. brooke about the amount of calories in each pastry, in which you tell her that you only measure the amount of pleasure someone might get out of each oneâwhich earns you a lovely sneerâand that she should try the blueberry scone.Â
she always rolls her eyes at you, says something about watching her weight even though sheâs looked the same since you were five years old and sneaking through her yard to catch the neighborhood cat. and then she leaves with a breakfast sandwich.Â
itâs actually one of the most enjoyable parts of your day.Â
hereâs the thing about knowing every single person that comes into the shop: you know exactly what theyâre going to order, and you know what type of conversation youâre going to have with them.Â
mrs. brooke always stresses about her breakfast, her smile a tense sort of pleasant, but by the time she leaves her head is held a little higher. if she chooses the sandwich instead of the scone, then sheâs started her day off right. you used to feel exasperated by her indecisive nature, but now you find it kind of adorable.Â
mr. meyerâjerryâjust comes in so he can complain about the surplus of options on your menu. he wants a black coffee, and he wants to complain. you always smile at him and ask if heâs sure he doesnât want to try the raspberry green tea. he finds this less than humorous.Â
every kid wants some kind of hot chocolateâwhich you actually have an excessive amount ofâand no matter what their parents say, you sneak some extra marshmallows in. and everyone pretends otherwise.Â
susanâyour kindergarten teacher, now friendâasks if youâve met anyone special lately. it doesnât matter that the selection of single people your age is always the same. thereâs got to be someone special, she says to you and leaves with a cider she tells everyone is a latte.Â
there are the people who want their lattes and mochas, those who want some alternative milk that they complain aboutâeven though youâve tried every brand on earthâthere are the people who donât ever buy anything, and just come in to pretend they want something and talk to you. they gossip about the other people in town as if you arenât well aware of everything that goes on.
you roll your eyes, but you appreciate the company. things get pretty boring when you can guess everyoneâs schedule.Â
but you like your tiny tea shop. you like the consistency. you enjoy the smiles you throw out, and the complaints you receive. itâs a routine, and nothing goes wrong. you're in control of this one thing, and that's just how you like it.Â
in control, that is, of course, until you see him when mrs. brooke is walking away.Â
âoh!â she says, pausing, her drink shaking in hand, her pink fingernails a smudge against the shadow suddenly coming from right in front of you. she is just a foot too close to him. âis that peter parker?â she asks, saying his voice like an omen, turning around so she can set her cup and bag down, and then hugging him so hard you can see her muscles working beneath her sleeve.Â
âhey, mrs. brooke,â peter wheezes out, a strangled smile on his aged face. his same eyes.
he is just as surprised as you at her sudden outburst, the cooing noises she's making as she attempts to crumble him.
âlook how handsome youâve gotten! and so strong. what are those new yorkers doing with you?âÂ
âdefinitely not trying to squeeze me to death.âÂ
mrs. brooke laughs, somewhat vindictively, and she turns back around to look at you, with wide eyes. âdid you know he was in town, dear? why didnât you say anything? i almost had a heart attack.âÂ
peter clears his throat before you can throw any type of face on. any mask. âitâs a surprise,â he mock whispers, and his eyes dash to yours, then away, just as quick. âdonât tell anyone.âÂ
âitâs not like theyâd believe me anyway,â she scoffs, âyouâre a legend around here.âÂ
âiâm honored.âÂ
she laughs again, then grabs her cup. âoh,â she whispers, too loud. her eyes are tight, as if sheâs intruded. âof course. iâll leave and let you two talk.âÂ
and within a blink of an eye, she is running out of the shop, faster than youâve ever seen anyone escape from here.Â
and peter is there, standing in front of you. his face is smooth, calm, his eyes roaming over your face like he still has the privilege of knowing any of it.Â
and your heart might be racing, if it was still there.Â
"hi," he whispers. it is quiet enough for you to feel it in your chest. his voice and the memory of it.Â
does he sound different? has he really changed that much in the last two years? is his face a bit worn? are his eyes a different color?Â
but it doesnât matter what rattles through your headâwhen you look at peter, you just see him. your peter.Â
except that heâs completely different.Â
you clear your throat, looking away and pushing off of the counter. âwhat can i get you?âÂ
peter blinks. âoh, umâŚâ he looks at the menu above your head, back to you. âwhatââ he swallows. âwhat would you recommend?âÂ
âitâs all good.â your voice is clipped. you shouldâve said pure brewed black tea, no ice, no sweetener, no cup. just to get him out of here. you should've recommended the starbucks three towns over.
he swallows, again. a hand rakes through his hair. âi⌠just a sec.âÂ
there is a single second where you grant him the patience you would give every other customerâsmile politely and let them know to ask if they have any questions. a single second where you treat him like anybody else.Â
and then you say: âdo you want a mocha, peter?â with an anger that shouldnâtâcanâtâbe contained inside of you.Â
you wince at his name. the singe of his brand on you, going down your throat.Â
peter seems to watch this on your face, because heâs even quieter when he answers, âsure, thatâd be great.âÂ
at least some things havenât changed.
so you grab a cup, writing his name on it, and move to grab the milk.Â
you turn around and pretend like youâve just forgotten heâs there.Â
peter doesnât take this hint.Â
âsoâŚâ he says, his feet are loud as they tap on the ground. âyou still work here, huh?âÂ
you barely grunt a response, spilling chocolate in the cup recklessly. if peter dies of a clogged artery it wonât be your fault.Â
âthatâs nice. felix always loved you. and you loved working here, back in highschool.â you have to face him as you steam the milk, and you try not to pointedly stare. not to roll your eyes or hiss at him. âitâs different though. the decor, i mean. but nice. i like it. did you do it?âÂ
âyes.âÂ
you grab his cup, pouring the milk and shoving the cap on it. âhere,â your fingertips burn as you pass it to him, and you donât think itâs because of the drink.Â
âthank you.âÂ
you both stand there; peter blinks and doesnât leave.Â
he coughs. âi didnât pay.â
âmrs. brooke would kill me if i made you pay for your first drink back home.âÂ
âwell, she knows where you live,â his lip twitches, but he doesnât laugh.Â
and neither do you.Â
âis it just you here?â he asks. âno felix?âÂ
âhe sold me the shop a year ago.âÂ
his eyes widen. âoh. oh! thatâs great. congrats.âÂ
âthank you.âÂ
you donât move your eyes from his face, because itâs suddenly not fair that heâs here. that heâs allowed to intrude like this.Â
âitâs good to see you,â peter relents, a fake smile playing on his lips.Â
you falter. your heart turns in your chest, just so it doesnât have to look at him anymore. âiâm working, okay?â you say, whispering. âi can't do this right now.âÂ
âright. yeah.â peter trips on a step back. his eyes are scanning your face again. âiâm sorry. i shouldnâtââ he blows out a breath. âiâm sorry.âÂ
you nod. watch the ground as he stumbles over it.Â
âi mean it though,â he adds, like he hadnât thought about it. âitâs good to see you.âÂ
and then peter swallows. you blink at him.Â
when he turns around the bell rings as he pushes it. and peter doesnât look back.Â
heâs right about one thing, at least. it is nostalgic.Â
*
"when were you going to tell me?" your mom asks, leaning against her kitchen counter--the same one you scribbled on as a kid, smiley faces still apparent. she's doing that fake smile thing. the one that makes you want to storm off and slam the door like some mistreated teenager.Â
you don't, but both of you know that you think about it. for at least five seconds
"tell you what?" you ask, instead, setting the groceries you brought for her on the counter.Â
"about peter."Â
your eyes close. he would follow you around, wherever you go. he's probably hiding in some vent, smiling maliciously.Â
there's that teasing voice in your head saying small town, small small town, but you just turn around, ignoring it, and her, and raise a brow. "peter parker?" you repeat, rhetorically. "twenty-six, new york. brown hair, brown eyes. lived here his whole life, has an aunt who lives next door, tried to steal our cat when he was nine..." you drawl off, making a point to smile. "ringing any bells?"Â
she throws a dish towel at you. "you know thats not what i meant."Â
"do i?"Â
you wipe the counter with the towel, then fold it nicely on the counter, all the while avoiding your mother's eyes.Â
but you know she won't leave it alone. the same way she hasnt left you alone once in the past four years, like she can dig your feelings up from whatever grave you buried them in.
there's a part of you that wants to crawl over to her and ask her to make you some hot chocolate, to watch some childrens movie on the couch with you. you want to be the little kid who would've depended on that knowing glance she's still giving you. the little kid who idolized her and wasn't afraid to admit the truth--even if you did steal that chocolate bar from under her sink.
but you're grown, and this doesn't matter. not in the long run, anyway.Â
you look up, expectant eyes. she has your same eyes, and meets them.
"linda told nancy, who told jerry, who told me over the phone..." she shakes her head. "but may was here earlier."Â
"yeah? how is she?"Â
"good, busy, i'm guessing, because you know how she dotes over him."Â
"yeah..."Â
you fold the towel again, running your fingertips over the embrodered flowers.Â
"have you seen him?"Â
you swallow, and nod absentmindedly. you're not going to tell her about the grocery store. "yeah, he came into the shop yesterday."Â
she taps your hand, and you let go of the rag. she hangs it back over the oven, the ebbing silence more like a threat, her hands falling to her hips. "why didn't you say anything?"Â
"it's not a big deal. he came in, ordered, and then left."Â
"and there were no words between the two of you?" she prods. "no wandering eyes? you just read his mind instead of taking his order?"Â
you grit your teeth, rolling your eyes. "he asked for a mocha and i made it for him."Â
"nothing else?"Â
"he said it was nice to see me."Â
she waves a hand at you.Â
"and i said that i was working." you sigh, leaning against the counter. "that's all."Â
"you're not freaking out?" your mom ducks her head so she can meet your eyes. her face is sullen, but her smile is genuine.Â
it's like talking to a counselor.Â
"why would i be freaking out? he had to come back sometime."Â
she scoffs. the little necklace your dad gave her dangles from her neck, and you watch it. "i don't know," she says, using the same voice you do when she tells you not to take a tone with her. "maybe because you havent spoken to him in the last three years?"Â
yeah, the same voice says, rough and patronizing, you haven't spoken to him in five years. why is that, again?Â
but you snort at your mom, a defensive smile making its way to your lips as you look at her. "water under the bridge," you say, dismissing it.Â
you don't want to talk about this with her. you don't want to talk about this with anyone.Â
because the only person who might actually understand is the same person who left three years ago. who came back with no warning at all.Â
"did may say when he got here?" you ask, voice escaping before you can stop it.Â
"just a day or two ago, i think. why?"Â
"is he here for the holidays?"Â
"yes. she said he plans to stay until at least january. he's between jobs, i guess."Â
"oh." you smack your lips and move away from her, back to the groceries, which is the reason you're here in the first place. you take out the milk jug, walking to the fridge, but a soft hand stops you.Â
your mom is smiling when you turn towards her. "you don't have to talk about it," she's saying, her voice smooth and comforting. "i don't--i don't know what happened between the two of you. i just mentioned it because may said he was talking about you. it..." she drops off, wincing.Â
"what?"Â
"it might be good to talk to him. put the water under the bridge."Â
you roll your eyes, nose twitching. you don't need to say anything, you won't. your mother is just another town gossip, and her opinion has no sway over you.Â
even ask the words sink in.Â
"now put the rest of those away," she says, ruffling your hair, "i know what happens when you take your 'breaks.'"Â
you push her and put the milk in the fridge.Â
*
you're mopping the floor when the bell rings, and a cold brush of air trails goosebumps up your skin.Â
it's late enough in the season to no longer smell like the leaves falling onto the ground, or the grandesur pine needles showing off their lifespan. it's cold in the shop now, and you have three coats in the back.Â
but the person who walks in is only wearing one. one you recognize from several years ago, with the holes in the sleeves from when he jumped over your fence and sprained his ankle. the stain on the front when may threw a plum soaked rag at him and you'd laughed so hard that you'd fallen to your knees on the floor and couldn't breathe.Â
peter's face is wain. his eyes are cautious as they meet yours.Â
you're not used to anyone coming in at 5:55. everyone knows you close at six, and the few people who'd dared to come in and order a drink a minute before you flipped your sign have learned their lesson.Â
but peter hasn't learned anything.Â
"i know," he says, like tracking your mind. "you close at six. may told me."Â
"okay."Â
you're still holding the mop, sure that his footprints would leave mud all over your floors.Â
"i don't want to buy anything. or--" he breathes out, hands wringing at his sides, probably from the cold. "i will. if you want me to. but that's not why i came. i wanted to see if you..."Â
he does a sweep over you, and his words fall in the air, as if he's just realized something.Â
you look down at the snowflake apron your mom bought last year. it's not that dirty.Â
you look back up, brows furrowed, and peter's expression matches yours. "yes?" you prod, feeling that anger simmer in the core of your chest. but you've been rude enough to him.Â
your mom's words ring out in your head.Â
it might be good to talk to him.Â
peter swallows, whatever emotion on his face fading. "i wanted to see if you would go to dinner with me. or take a walk. or--or i'll buy you groceries, since you left yours the other night. it doesn't matter. i just want to... talk to you."Â
"you want to talk to me?"Â
peter nods. "i can wait outside, while you finish." he waves a hand, like an explanation. "it doesn't have to be long. just five minutes?"Â
you watch peter, his face a world of feeling that you can't recognize anymore.Â
and maybe that hurts the most. not him being here, not the distance or the time you've let edge you apart, but the fact that it's changed things. peter has changed and you've just let that happen. he's got a life seperate from you and there's no one to blame. he'd reached out enough, initially. months of letting his calls go to voicemail and ignoring may when you saw her in the street.Â
putting yourself back together in the misshaped way you are now. peter probably doesn't even recognize you--not like this.
maybe it's your fault.Â
but you find yourself nodding anyway, ignoring the guilt seeping through the cracks of you. you nod, and peter's face changes.Â
it's not the first time you've noticed his eyes, or watched relief ease into him, but it's just the same.Â
"yes?" peter asks, his voice rough and dry. you look at that jacket again.Â
"where's your coat?"Â
"my..." peter looks down with you. "oh, my coat. all of the ones aunt may kept were too small, and i thought--" he scratches his neck. "well, i forgot how cold it gets."Â
you nod, slowly.Â
peter nods back.Â
you stare at him a moment longer, and then break away from his unfamiliar gaze.Â
"just give me five minutes. i just need to put this away, and grab my stuff, and..." you swallow.Â
"okay. great. do you want to me wait outside, or should i?" he gestures around, looking as uncomfortable as you've ever seen him.Â
"you can sit. just--don't get any dirt on the tablebases."Â
"okay. thank you."Â
you nod, one last time, and look away from him.Â
your heart runs circles around peter as he sits at one of your tables, his long legs not fitting beneath it. it taunts you again and again as you try not to notice him breathing, try to ignore him completely.Â
you dup the mop water, spilling it on your shoes. you wipe down the last counter, the syrup sticking to your hands like a scar. you walk around the shop trying to find something else to do so you can avoid this as long as possible. your feet are cold and your hands feel abnormally dry. maybe you need to go home and shower. maybe you shouldn't be doing this at all.Â
you sit in the office for a moment, wishing you could watch peter without him knowing. scope him out before you hear what he has to say.Â
and--
okay, maybe there's a part of you that's been waiting three years for this.Â
that dream where he's there even though you don't want him; that moment when he apologizes and you forgive him automatically, because your heart has always been small and fragile around him; that fantasy where peter comes home and he's the same teenager you used to walk around town with at two in the morning, the same brown eyes laughing as you both slipped on ice and fell on top of eachother.Â
you won't deny that you've thought about this before. what you might say to him if you got the chance.Â
but as you grab your bag and hang your apron around the chair in the office, the words have gone some place else. what could you say to him to make any of this make sense?Â
still, you clear your throat when you walk out, feet aching from standing all day. you blink at him as he struggles to get up, pushing your chair in, the legs scratching on the floor the only sound between the two of you.Â
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You pressed your bare chest against the cold wood of the table, desperately clawing at it to find something to grab onto, finally gripping on the edge of it.
"you know, you're noisy for someone who, ngh... someone who doesn't want anyone to hear... personally, I think it's more fun if people hear..."
You could only manage to stutter a "shut up," between moans. Your response could barely be heard anyways, over the absurd sound of skin slapping, your hips meeting with his.
Venti chuckled, pressing his lips against your neck. "That was reaaaally disrespectful. It's only right to teach you a lesson, yes?"
He stopped thrusting, making you whine, tears blurring your vision.
"Now, now, tell me the answer to number three, windbloom~"
Your eyes drifted towards the abandoned worksheet, the paper all crumpled already from earlier.
"Don't.. know.."
"don't tell me you don't know! I bet you barely even took a glance."
Venti's warm hands kept your hips in place. You just needed him to continue...
"twenty eight," you said, saying any number that came to mind. He raised an eyebrow and hummed briefly, before delivering a smack to your ass, making you flinch in surprise. He smiled at the lingering red mark it left on your plush flesh, and your pained expression. "I don't like it when you guess..." he said with a mocking pouty voice. You groaned, burying your face into the crook of your elbow. "Windbloom, how will you ever learn?" He clicked his tongue and, without warning, began to thrust again. You yelped in surprise, your nails scraping at the table again. Then you felt it. The knot in your abdomen.
Venti felt your walls clench around him, making him groan. "You're close,"
Thanks for pointing out the obvious, you would've retorted with a roll of your eyes if he wasn't brutally thrusting his whole length in and out, stretching out your gummy walls at that moment.
As you felt your nearing climax, your moans reached a higher pitch, but his pace slowed down painfully.
"V-Venti!" You said, your voice shaking.
"I did say you needed a punishment, right?" He sounded almost playful, following it with a cruel chuckle that came off innocent. "You need to learn. How else are you supposed to?"
You finally brought yourself to actually focus on number three, then with a gulp, you answered, "a hundred and s-seventy two."
He beamed, and then pushed your ballpen closer to you. "Go on, write it."
You could barely even lift up your heavy hand, and he noticed this. His fingers slithered under your palm and carried it to the paper, then put his hand over yours to guide you in writing.
"There we go!"
He took his red pen and wrote a checkmark on it, then, with a hard thrust of his hips, brought cum dripping out of your abused hole after hours of being denied of it. "Oh, it looks like you really needed that one," he, however, did not pull out yet. He wasn't going to unless he had came as well.
Sensitive from your orgasm, you cried out as he pushed back in, then spilled his own seed inside of you. He pulled out and fingered the sticky liquid back in you, looking proud at his own work, and glanced at your worksheet.
"Great! Three numbers done, seventeen more to go!"
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âż"so you're a girl?" âż
Genre: fluff? Humour? Platonic mostly
Warnings: slight slander, touchy (Dazai) mentioned flat chest(Dazai), Tanizaki siblings, grammar mistakes
Notes: headcannons, probably oc, afab reader,referred to with she, reader is similar to haruhi from ohshc,I'm ashamed how long this took me,sorry if this shite I don't write oftenđ
Summery: You are the newest members of the Armed detective agency but (mostly) everyone thinks you are a boy, not that you really care about what gender you are perceived as its not like you were hiding the fact you are a girl but you just roll with it. How do they react and find out you are actually a girl?
Ranpo
the first the one to know
the moment he met you he knew
stared blankly at you than continued eating his sweets
didn't really care that much that no one else referred to you as a girl
Didn't find it important enough to make a big deal out of it
Dazai
When meeting you he stared at you for like one minute
watching your every move and observing your features
He quickly came to his conclusion
"That's a girl alright"
But didn't say anything and continued to refer to you as a guy
You know how he's quite physically affectionate?
Like jumping Atsushi and honestly just being close to people
He's definitely like that with you...
..but more touchyđ°
waiting to see how long till you tell him you're a girl
once you're sick of his antics you tell him
Will act so surprised đ
"My my your a girl?"đ
"I couldn't have ever known! Your just so flat-"
SMACK
He got a deserved slap
Will whine about it
Asked if you can start wearing skirts and dresses
Yosano
One of the firsts to find out
it was after your first dangerous mission and you had to have a checkup
I think she'd have to read your file to add the checkup to your medical file and saw that you were a biological female on the file
During the checkup she asked about it
When you confirmed you are a girl she asked if you had any preferred pronouns
I love her
you said you didn't really mind
Would refer to you as a girl from then on
More girlies for the office đŞ
Atsushi
took him a few months to find out
Always thought you were just a guy who's very in touch with his femmine side
Oh boy
Too be honest I'm not even sure how he finds out
heard you talking about periods with Yosano
He didn't suspect a thing
Thought that you were really knowledgeable about female anatomy
Poor boy wasn't taught anything so he actually wanted to learn too
Either asked you or Yosano
Honestly as I write this I still have no clue how he finds
Maybe the man just never finds outđ
I think he'd only find out either from Kyouka or accidentally seeing you change
Will grow nervous and awkward after finding out
Feels bad about any things he thought might have been inappropriate that he might've talked to you about
It will take him some time to treat you normally again
Kunikida
my boy was definitely the last to find out đ
like how he didn't know Dazai was in the mafia he didn't know you were a girl
did get suspicious a few times
he overhead you ask Yosano for a tampon/pad
He thought he heard wrong
But then everyone was suddenly referring to you as she
"Are you talking about y/n?" đ¤¨
was absolutely flabbergasted when he realized you weren't a boy
"HES A SHE???????"
Had to look at you several times
he just thought you were a feminine guyđ
shocked to the core
had to sit down and process this Information
asked you why you never corrected anyone when they called you a boy
when you said you didn't care what gender you were seen as he went
"Oh"
"very well then"
Struggled with refering to you as a girl for a bit but corrected himself each time
Only change in behaviour afterwards is that he treated you more politely
Hes a gentleman at heart đ¤ˇ
Tanizaki siblings
Naomi
Naomi knew early on
was surprised when you both liked similar things
straight up asked
"are you a girl?"
when you said you are she goes
"Are you a crossdresser?đ¤¨"
when she heard your reasoning she was fine with it
She decides to take you after work to see how you look in dresses
Junichiro
Found out the same day as Naomi
when Naomi said you guys were going somewhere alone together
"Okay-"
Then he thought it was a date
was going to kill you
Naomi told him you're a girl
He just stood there
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"What"
Bro had no idea
Not even a single suspicion
Didn't believe it at first till he heard it from your own mouth
Kyouka
didn't take her long to figure out
after a case together you walked by a store with cute plushies in the window
A bunny teddy caught Kyouka's eye
You saw it and said it looked cute
she would have thought nothing of that comment since Atsushi would have said the same thing
but for awhile now she has been growing suspicious of your gender
Especially when she saw you use the female bathroom
But she doesn't know how to bring it up
Rather quietly she asks
"...y/n.. I've been wondering...are you a girl?
When you say yes she has a lot of questions
Asking why you didn't correct anyone or just why in general
Hearing your reasoning she'd understand but a little puzzled
Just saying you definitely bought her the bunny afterwards just to see her cute smile
kenji
Took a very long time
Honestly I don't think he would find out
He wouldn't care about your gender
He just likes you in general
He's so sweet
Always like
:D
Sorry I'm getting off topic
I think he'd find out only through Kyouka
"Ohh Mr is a miss?"
Still treats you the same
Fukuzawa
When you joined the agency he didn't question your gender at first
He knew because you probably needed some sort of identification to join the agency or something
but when everyone was referring to you as a guy he was absolutely confused
Had no clue what to refer you asđ
just said your name instead of any sort of pronouns
My man is trying his best
You noticed after awhile he never used any pronouns on you
So during a conversation once you made sure to say you are a girl
Glad that you told him but he got into the habit of just saying your name
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Should I do PM next?
#bsd x reader#Bsd#bungo stray dogs#dazai x reader#kunikida x reader#ranpo x reader#atsushi x reader#yosano x reader#armed detective agency
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ZB1 REACTIONS TO YOU IN A SLASHER MOVIE
PAIRING . . . zerobaseone x male!reader
GENRE . . . fluff, crack, comedy (i guess??)
WARNINGS . . . mentions of murder, but that's it!
WORD COUNT . . . 665
NOTES . . . okay so the request kinda confused me, i don't know if the anon wanted an imagine or headcanons but i did headcanons because it seemed to make more sense. i really love slasher movies btw, if this seems out of character, don't insult me, also i write "you" but the anon did say male reader in their request so..
kim jiwoong
jiwoong is proud
impressed by your acting and by the movie
he shows it more in his facial expressions more than with his words though
and he's also like; "THATS YOU!?"
but not in the surprised way
in the impressed way
he's just super proud
"you made a good killer yn", "that's a very questionable compliment but thank you!"
zhang hao
oh he's impressed
impressed but also scared
like you can act like that???
you looked scary and your expressions lowkey freaked him out
"good lord you have the ability to look like an actual psychopath"
your acting scares him
and he already doesn't like scary movies
"oh my god your scary", "i'll take that as a compliment thank you hao hyung!"
sung hanbin
hanbin is a mix of surprised, impressed, and lightly scared
like whilst he's watching the movie he kinda has to rub his eyes
like that's you??? it's like he can't even recognize you!!
"oh my god yn you look crazy, how do you do it??"
he's also impressed because your such a good actor??
"how do you do it? i'm so impressed", "um.. wellâ i act!"
seok matthew
oh my god matthew is stunned
stunned in a good way though
he asks you so many questions
like "how the hell did you play a killer so well? have you murdered someone before?"
after you star in that movie he looks at you suspiciously for a whole week
will literally stare at you like đ¤¨
"i'm watching you yn", "but i didn't even do anything?", "you psycho"
kim taerae
you now intimidate him more than anything
like you intimidated him a little bit before because you were such a good actor but now the intimidation levels have raised
like watching you in that movie made him lowkey scared of you
"jesus you look crazy, are you enjoying this or something?"
he just stares at the screen in shock, with his jaw dropped
"you like.. kinda scare me now", "please! it's not like any of that was real!", "you never know yn"
ricky shen
oh he's impressed
ricky is like jiwoong's biggest fan (he probably watched his dramas/hj) so when he saw you star in a slasher movie he was like; đ
just watches the movie in silent shock
he fan-girls(boys?) over you so much after watching that movie
i imagine ricky is the kind of person who gets so excited about something he can't properly ask about it
"your weirdly cool playing a slasher", "thanks for the compliment?"
kim gyuvin
he's like ricky but 100x more fangirl
he thinks your the coolest person ever after starring in a slasher movie
he's actually so impressed it's crazy
shakes in excitement the entire movie because your literally so cool to him
"YOU DID SO WELL!? OH MY GOD TEACH ME HOW TO ACT LIKE THAT PLEASE!?"
but gyuvin's also a little shit so he'll mimic your lines from the movie to annoy the hell out of you
park gunwook
he's so impressed
like his jaw is on the floor the whole time he watches the movie
he thinks your role was so cool omg
gunwook is so giddy he asks you so many questions about it
he both analyzes the movie and your character whilst basically interrogating you about it
"the movie was so cool, i liked the way your character acted and his motives, and the way his storyline was executedâ" and you just laugh as he rambles
han yujin
in a weird way yujin is interested
like i imagine yujin isn't the biggest fan of thrillers or slasher movies at all but he probably loves your character
mostly because it's you though
he's just like gunwook, he'll ask a lot of questions in the most giddy way ever
he kinda does get afraid watching the movie
like he does a double take because he actually can't believe that's actually you
"tell me your not actually a serial killer", "well you'd never know would you?", "âŚWHAT!?"
#zerobaseone#zb1#zb1 imagines#zb1 scenarios#zb1 x reader#zb1 reactions#zb1 drabbles#zb1 fics#kim jiwoong#zhang hao#sung hanbin#seok matthew#kim taerae#shen ricky#kim gyuvin#park gunwook#han yujin#đ ŕŁŞË đ isa's works!
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241004 - 21:59 KST
> I was late because I was practicingđĽ
It's Jeonghanie hyung's birthday
Happy birthday jjong jjongđŠľ
It's already been 13 years since I started living with hyungđ
I tend to go through a lot of ups and downs, so even though I live in a dorm, when I come home after a day of team schedules, I want to spend time alone, so I go for a walk on purpose, and I close the door and don't come out of my room. But he's always there to take care of my condition and mood, and he's always there to take care of me.
If I think about it from the other person's perspective, there must have been a lot of unpleasant things, but I don't think Jeonghan hyung ever said anything. I'd order delivery food and I'd fall asleep, so when the bell rang, he'd come out of his room and turn the bell off. When we get picked up in the morning, he'd never get annoyed at me for being late every day because I couldn't wake up, he'd wait for me without getting annoyed.
Sometimes, when he hides in the dorm and pretends to be a ghost and surprises me, I really don't want to let you off (his hair is long so he really looks like a ghost)
When I eat alone, he stays in front of me and asks why I'm eating alone. Sometimes, when I bring my hometown friends or colleagues, he always welcomes me warmly and sits next to me, listening to my stories before going to his room. That's why everyone around me likes Jeonghan hyung. There are also many people who periodically ask how Jeonghan hyung is doing and come to see him heh
The day Jeonghan-hyung started his military service and the day I left the country happened to coincide, so I couldn't say goodbye and so I left a separate letter. I felt strangely emotional even though you weren't really leaving completely. When I look back, I think it's because there are so many things I'm thankful for and so many things I'm sorry about.
In the letter, I said that I was very, very thankful for the time we spent together, and that I wanted to continue to make good memories with each other in the future, and that I would be kind to the members and work hard while hyung was away.
I'm practicing for the concert, sitting on the chair, and I can't see Jeonghanie hyung, who is drooping, so I feel so emptyđĽš
Then I ordered something like jjagli and thought I would gain some strength, but it didn't last long..
This concert practice was so hard that if we did it together, it would have been really, really hard for Jeonghan hyung physically, but on the one hand, I think it's a good thing... I don't knowđĽš
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Anyway, our Jeonghan hyung, today's birthday is so happy heh
carats are wishing you a lot too, right? Thank you
We'll see you at the concert!!
I'll prepare well because I have to do well in Jeonghanie Hyung and Jun Hyung's share too. You worked hard today too.đŤśđť
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#ě¸ë¸í´#seungkwan#ěšę´#jeonghan#ě í#seventeen#weverse#happy birthday jeonghan#jeonghan day#lizziexmeow
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005: SILLY LITTLE ME â THATâS THE THING!
â here is the official playlist for thatâs the thing!
â warnings: profanity, dark humor (kms, die, etc jokes), drama, lmk if I missed anything!
a/n: under the images you'll find a section titled "behind the album" this is where you can find out facts about the character! make sure to check it out :)
MASTERLIST / PREVIOUS / NEXT
Ë ŕźâś âď˝ĄË behind the album:
â intak and y/n have been best friends for as long as her and keeho, their fans collectively ship the two together and have for a long time! they are very are they? arenât they?
â y/n and soobin obviously have unresolved feelings
â all of the piwon boys really like y/n and working with her!
â intak and y/n are on their way to the studio in those pics đ
cocoâs ⥠note: sorry this update took so long, Iâve been sick BUT i hope you like it! Intak is a little surprise hehe, I love him <3 I might post again tomorrow! and of course as always, feedback & reblogs are always appreciated!
TTT TAGLIST! - @jmin-s @stealanity @iijwon @invuwrld @igotkpoops @telesvng @whippedforbeomgyu @l0ve-joy @envirae @neozon3nha @meiiiwa @kangtaehyunfan029 @chaerybae @ch2won @cinnikoi @wccycc @run2seob @stariszn @haew0nz @neoculturewhat @hyuk4ngel @ddeonubaby - Want to be added? Send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist!
#đď¸: thatâs the thing.#choi soobin#soobin txt#txt soobin#txt soobin fluff#txt soobin smau#soobin smau#choi soobin fluff#soobin#choi soobin smau#choi soobin angst#choi soobin fic#choi soobin txt#txt smau#txt x reader#txt social au#txt social media au#soobin tomorrow x together#tomorrow x together smau#tomorrow x together#tomorrow x together scenario#tomorrow x together text#tomorrow x together fluff#tomorrow x together angst#txt soobin texts#txt series#p1h intak#tbz sunwoo#itzy yeji#txt ot5
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Mod Carrie, Uni, Doom or any other mods, do you perhaps have anything to say about the Kisswas comic? (Personally Caroom feels forced there + another crit blog pointed out how Uni said wrong things, so I just wanted to know what you think /gen)
i just finished reading the kissmas and what the shit throughout this entire comic uni pressures carrie into inviting over doom (who remember) was an abuser to carrie and carrie abused him back (vomit bucket scene) and carrie being uncomfortable for the entire comic is framed as them being jealous and trying to isolate uni from being polyamorous and at one point uni goes "Why is it ok for you To be with other people like Jay or Kiki but I'm not allowed to be with Doom?" but the polyamory isnt the fucking issue the issue was (by the comics logic of metaphors) doom being an abuser and uni is a bitch throughout this entire thing calling carrie jealous telling doom that 'carrie just need to get over herself' and appearantly forgot to mention that this kissmas party only had carrie and doom the most troublesome pair and then when she starts fucking flirting and hugging carries abuser and carries upset uni acts all fucking surprised and in the end it all works out for this fucking 'precious cinnamon roll bun' uni even tho she made both her partners uncomfortable mocked carrie and then the comic ends with a fucking kiss between carrie and doom with the bs 'oh ive always cared for and like you' bitch does throwing vomit on your crush scream 'i love you take me away in a fucking bridal carry and make out with me sloppy style then fuck me in bed' cuz it sure as shit doesnt scream that to me and over all it felt really rushed for the relationship going straight from hate to kissing and blaming it all on carrie for being a jealous witch - uni
talking from someone who kindof connected and has Carrie as a small comfort character, kissmas did NOT feel right at the slightest. for example how Uni was constantly mocking Carrie for being uncomfortable with their abuser like wtaf??? and the fact that caroom was all just "oohhh I always loved you!" no the fuck you didn't. (at least carrie didn't.) does lashing out and throwing a whole bucket of Barry's vomit scream "I LOVE YOU"??? it really doesn't the whole idea of all the relationships between all the characters just feels so unorganized and so, SO messy. like why the FUCK does it end with Carrie always going "oh uni is precious she does no wrong!!!" wasn't there a whole volume where Uni literally did so much shit wrong? even including the entirety of Uni's dialogue towards Carrie and how Uni even made Carrie's current partners uncomfortable. (this is mostly agreeing with Mod Uni) - đ
I think the events in Kisswas happened choppily and honestly Carrie was VERY reasonable to not want their girlfriend talking to their abuser or inviting him over??!?!!đ also the fact that Uni had to push Carrie to even agree with Doom coming over is a RED FLAG pushing is not a staple in consent!! very weird? -đ§
uni is the biggest idiot in the entire comic. forcing caroline who clearly didn't want to be around doom to interact with skull is one of the worst things she could've done. and of COURSE there was a sex joke shoehorned in; it wouldn't be a sparklecare original without it, right? not to mention how rushed it feels. -mod hemera UNI ABSOLUTELY WOULD NOT GUILTTRIP CAROLINE THE WAY SHE DID IN KISSWAS. YOU'D THINK FROM HER TIME WITH BARRY SHE'D START TO UNDERSTAND WHAT BOUNDARIES ARE BUT NNNNOOOO!!! "SORRY CAROLINE BUT I NEED TO DISRESPECT YOUR BOUNDARIES AND LET DOOM COME OVER ANYWAYS DESPITE BOTH OF YOU GUYS DISCOMFORT!!!" YOU SEE HOW MUCH OF A DICK MOVE THAT SOUNDS?? ALSO NO WAY IN HELL WAS CAROLINE IN LOVE WITH DOOM THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME SHE'D LITTERALLY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM BACK AT THE HOSPITAL!!! -đđŠ¸
#answered#sparklecriticism#mod coughsđ#mod caroline#mod uni#mod funfetti#mod hemera#MOD DOOM#cometcriticism
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Thoughts on Cerebro Podcast:
Readers paying attention to nothing except X-Men is kind of brutally true đ𤣠(I do read other comicsâŚbut X-Men is the only book I consistently readâŚ)
Apparently one of the writers cats is very vicious! (I think itâs Jacksonâs )đđžđš
Was kind of apprehensive when the podcaster mentioned not being a fan of NYX or NXM:AX- NYX I at least getâŚbut I kind of am surprised they werenât a big fan of NXMâŚhonestly this is the same problem with âXavier Filesâ for me; they write it off as âgimmickyâ or âcommercializationâ or âa Harry Potter knockoffâ, instead of admitting that NXM really was a great predecessor of Gen X and NM and fit really well with what Morrison had developed. I would say NXM was the only x-book that ever fully âfeltâ like a true blue âschoolâ book and that the characters felt more realistic because they were flawed and more nuanced than a lot of previous teen characters đ
Donât agree that all the NXM should necessarily âbreak badâ- it makes sense more for someone like Hellion, (who went through bodily harm repeatedly, was heavily âshunnedâ by adults or labeled as a proto-villain, and was already pretty naturally rebellious) than a lot of the other NXM characters. Like I donât envision Indra or even modern day Elixir turning because of their personalitiesâŚMAYBE Pixie because of Limbo influence? Even Surge, for example, as angry as she isâŚI canât picture it working narratively as well.
Agree with the Podcaster that in a lot of ways these characters work in a new title because they feel âcollege ageâ- theyâre not too young that you have to write a YA/highschool book and can feature broader themesâŚbut theyâre also still a âhipâ and âyoungâ ageâŚ
Brought up what I have been saying for years- that the NXM represented cultural crisis like climate change, 9/11, recession, ect⌠basically general disenfranchisement caused by modernityâŚand that they still work for that feeling and are basically the âmillennialsâ of X-books
Kamala WAS editorially mandatedÂ
I feel better hearing it described as âolder Bendisâ kind of book- as negative as I feel about Bendis, I did really enjoy his âstreet vibeâ with Jessica Jones and Miles and miss those kinds of books. I miss books like âX-Factor Investigationsâ or the original âNYXââŚ
Really thrilled to hear Hellion is their favorite lol! (Although Hellion is pretty much EVERYONEâS favorite lolđ)
Really agree with the note that Hellionâs BIGGEST flaw isnât that heâs wrong, but that heâs arrogant and condescending about it (itâs also TOTALLY why I think heâs an âď¸ and not a âď¸ )
Same with the âheâs not a BAD kid, he just comes off as badââŚ
Agree that Laurie Collinâs COULD have made a really cool villianâŚalthough I really liked that despite her power set, Laurie WASNâT evilâŚ.also objectivelyâŚIâm more excited about it being Empath, because as everyone KNOWS, I REALLY wanted the Hellion v. Empath smackdown đđ¤Łđ¤Ł
F***âŚ. Might need to go back and read âHellionsâ now đđ¤Łđ¤Ł
The writers are obviously going to address the Sophie-Prodigy moment and Laura and Kamala (I have said this with Surge/Dust AX storylineâŚbut againâŚthereâs a difference with writing a problematic scene to explore a real problem vs. being racist/sexist/ectâŚ)Â
Really sad to hear the Surge hate âšď¸, especially since the writers are obviously doing the same âlearning momentâ with Sophie and DavidâŚ.again, I would ARGUE the whole point of that original story WAS that Surge was wrongâŚbut whatevs
The âshippersâ commentary made me laugh đđ¤Ł
Liked the conversation around the local feel/geography (I was actually really excited when the âVesselâ at Hudson Yards popped up in issue #1)
I actually DIDNâT think about how Sophie MISSED DecimationâŚwhich actually makes it even MORE interesting!⌠Hellion AND Prodigy are definitely going to give Sophie a piece of their minds though lol
Sophie and Kamala being in the same boat (both didnât experience THE BAD ERA of X-Men) and learning from one another sounds like it will be really interesting! I am actually MORE excited about Sophie than I was previously after listening to this podcast episode!
The statement about Empath being âEmmaâs greatest failureâ because you canât really humble or nudge that character was an interesting way to look at Manuel and I am interested in seeing more of this play out
Sounds like Anole is going to be the one that gets arrested (1:11.45)
The idea of Emma constantly talking shit about Carol Danvers cracked me upÂ
Dante, Davidâs boyfriend will be heavily featured in issue #6; also I really appreciated the discussion around Dante, in generalÂ
It does sound like no one should get super attached to any ship from this podcast ep lol
Not sure I care for âKamala= Superman, Laura=BatmanââŚ.but whatevs
Feel super empathetic to Kelly needing to get off the call for his wife- it was super nice of him to do this podcast interview and congratulations on the new addition to his family!! â¤ď¸
Everyone already knows this by now but QQ was originally meant to be âThe Krakoanâ in the first pitchâŚhonestly itâs for the best because I am picky about my QQ representationâŚ
Hellion commentary (1:27:15)- because THATâS the most important lol
Totally agree that QQ was a million times better as an antagonist and they (coughâŚAaronâŚcough) ruined a great Morrison characterÂ
Kind of hope they didnât JUST choose Julian because heâs a âwhite male privileged characterâ- Julian definitely IS that, but thereâs also plenty more layers TO JulianâŚ
This whole podcast episode is a love letter to Morrison and I LOVE it đđ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
Quentin DID steal Julianâs thunder and I am GLAD someone fucking SAID IT! đđ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
Calling me out on my Hellion grievances lol - yes, yes I AM that bitter lol
Again- I actually donât see Surge and Wallflower going evil; Wallflower because she saw how her fatherâs abuse of his powers affected her mother, and Surge, because I think Noriko is too loyal and dependent on others ultimatelyâŚ. Julian makes sense because heâs always been a pretty independent thinker/ stood his ground when he thought he was right and always had a âdamn the consequencesâ attitude. Julian IS loyalâŚbut his need to do what he saw as ârightâ often trumped that loyalty- remember him turning on Emma to defend Laura! (might do a bigger write up on this later!)
Hellion got his hands backâŚbut it sounds like theyâre going to tackle THAT story on page possibly
I agree that Hellion TOTALLY would have gone through the Crucible as well- while I LIKED Julianâs prosthetics and what they representedâŚthe truth is Julian more or less SAID he wanted them HEALED in âX-Men: LegacyââŚit wouldnât narratively make sense for him to pull a âKarmaâ and keep them
Kind of do hope we see Julian MAKING telekinetic floating hands as a fight moveâŚ
I agree that Hellion would be angry over the loss of KrakoaâŚbut I actually think, after years of Hellion âwanting fame and gloryââŚafter years and years of trauma and abandonmentâŚreceding into the background, having his friends alive and backâŚmight have been a relief to him. While Hellion DEFINITELY IS arrogantâŚI do think he learned his lesson that thereâs a negative to âfame and gloryââŚ
Really pleased to hear Lanzing say he wants Hellion to be a bigger character and kind of push back on the âHellion is just taking QQâs original roleâs placeâ- I know I am going to get flack for saying this from QQ fans⌠but; Hellion is more interesting than just being the ANGRY REBELLIOUS FASCHIST KID. QQâs original anger didnât have the layers Hellion does. While thereâs definitely some egotism and arrogance thereâŚ.Hellion WENT through a lot of trauma and isnât entirely WRONG to be angry at the X-MenâŚ.Hellion I would argue ALWAYS had a complexity that QQ never did, because Julian was more emotionally intelligent than QQ (and that WAS kind of the point of Kid OmegaâŚhis intellect didnât match his emotional intelligence! He WAS a more realistic take on the kid who is too smart for his own good!)
Glad to hear him mention Laura specifically!
the 7 train IS objectively terrible lol
This *might* be the book where Kamalaâs family finds out sheâs a superheroâŚ
I agree with the writers and liked the Aamir moment- I think it does highlight that it IS easy to play into stereotypes and discriminateâŚespecially when thereâs propaganda actively reinforcing itâŚ
Kamala is apparently going to get an X-verse version of âthe Trumper relativeâ đłđ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
G Willow Wilson run shoutout ââ
Couldnât say much about the new âQuiet CouncilââŚ.but theyâre all âfailed, used, and taught by Emma FrostââŚ
âEmma is the educator that mattersâ- truth!âŚalthough this DOESNâT highlight her legacy in a particularly nice way or bode well for the new generation of students đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
âWhy would we STOPâ commentary about Krakoa and the freedom they once had is great!
Calling attention to Hellion AND Esme not having the Empath power effect over them in the art (although the cuckoos powers often show up as pink as well)- wonât confirm or deny Empath controlling them
There isnât a âCut and Dryâ villain in the book apparently (Ooooohhh! I love that! I really DO hope we get Magneto levels of ambiguity with all these characters!)
Agree that the artist did a great job with Empathâs character design and harkening back to the 80âs! (Technically Empathâs hair color changed depending on the artist- sometimes it was a dirty blonde, sometimes brownâŚalso I could totally see Manuel dyeing his hair to match EmmaâŚsoâŚ)
Kind of wonder if Firestar OR Magma will pop up⌠one of my FAV issues of Uncanny X-Men WAS the one where Empath and Roulette manipulated Warpathâs grief over Thunderbird and FirestarâŚ
The commentary ON Empath and the relationship of psychology to power sets was really excellent!! (1:52:05) [I ADMIT IT NOW- I MIGHT NEED to EAT CROW and read âHellionsâ đđ¤Łđ¤Ł]Â
Possibly WILL be in conversation with Eve Ewingâs Emma book⌠(I really WOULD like to see a dive into Emma constantly trying to âundoâ the past with new students, and how itâs NEVER about Emma trying to do ârightâ by these kidsâŚas much as Emma USES her students as martyrdomâŚthe truth is, much like Xavier, itâs ALWAYS ABOUT her egoâŚthatâs why she does itâŚ) [I KNOW people hated KYOSTâs take on Emma back in the dayâŚbut I would argue that they werenât entirely WRONG that Emmaâs actions are complex and not ALWAYS altruisticâŚ]
âŚ.It KIND OF IS Emmaâs fault, people đđ¤Ł
Not sure I love the idea of the cast growingâŚbut we will seeâŚ
Lanzing and Kelly MIGHT be on again!Â
Thought about making a Greg land joke with the Spider-Man plugâŚbut I wonât be pettyâŚ.
Overall- I feel better about this book; it DOES seem like the writers are putting A LOT of thought into this book and arenât just doing things without thinking about it deeply first! I definitely think this is going to be one of the strongest X-book weâve gotten in a long time and I am PUMPED!Â
(Also I may have to listen to CEREBRO Files more- the commentary was really great đđ¤Łđ¤Ł)
I know I may regret itâŚbut I am REALLY feeling optimistic about this book!!
#Cerebro podcast#The Cerebro Files#NYX#Jackson Lanzing#Collin Kelly#marvel#x men#new xmen#new x men#academy x#new x men academy x#bring back the new x men
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AO3 tag game :3
thanks so much for the tag @mvshortcut !!!!! much appreciated, this was a blast to fill out :D
How many works do you have on AO3?
86! Damn, that's more than I remember đ I have been writing pretty fervently since I was pretty young, though, and I transferred all my old fics from fanfiction dot net to AO3, so it's a long stretch of time. All my old wattpad fics are still rotting somewhere though lmaooo I can't even access them anymore bc I forgot my password and I can't reset it bc I used a school email đ
What's your total AO3 word count?
443,734! When I get to half a million I'm gonna have to throw myself a party. With boba and everything
How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?
Oof, okay, here we go. A lot of the fandoms I have tagged on AO3 don't really "count" because they're just aggregate tags for the same fandom, so even though AO3 says the number is 48, I'm gonna count the TRUE number as 17. (It got cut down so much because of how many video game series have different games with different fandom tags on AO3, lmao)
Here's the breakdown of the list:
Persona (Mostly Persona 3)
Fire Emblem (Mostly Shadow Dragon and Blazing Sword)
Legend of Zelda
Pokemon
Professor Layton
RWBY
Kid Icarus: Uprising
Earthbound/MOTHER
Red vs. Blue
Voltron Legendary Defender
Naruto
Final Fantasy XV
Harvest Moon
The Mysterious Benedict Society
The Avengers
Animal Crossing
Care Bears (despite having never actually consumed any Care Bears media to my knowledge)
The worst part is that this stupid list would be much, much, MUCH longer if I finished even a quarter of my WIPs đ Hell, even just my "Video Games" subfolder in my "Fanfiction" subfolder has more than 17 subfolders in it...
Y'all don't understand how many random fics my ADHD spares you from ever seeing I have no focus
Top five fics by kudos:
Ash and Emotion (Zelda) - Not surprising, I knew this was my most popular fic. It was for a ZeLink zine full of beautiful work :)
Resemblance (Naruto) - bro I always forget people really liked this one. Literally an unedited drabble I did in an hour for a "pride month drabble challenge" which I immediately abandoned. Trans rights I guess
Always Wanna Play (But You Never Wanna Lose) (Persona 3) - This one isn't surprising either, and I'm very proud of this fic so I'm quite chuffed to see it get so much attention... thanks everyone :')
The Beat of Your Heart (Zelda) - Now this one surprised me a lot. This was just a little piece for ZeLink week... Another unedited one, I literally was writing it on the toilet in church so I could get it out in time đ
Comfort (Zelda) - Another ZeLink week piece, but I knew this one was popular. Also unedited, lmao. I was writing it on the day of my AP Calc finals and I rushed through the exam so I could have more time to work on the fic đ I made some Choices that year
Do you respond to comments?
I try to! But I get very anxious about it and tend to work myself into a tizzy, so I often put it off for later and then forget, haha. Then I'll go and respond to all my comments from the last few months and feel even weirder about it... T_T
What's the fic with the angstiest ending you've ever written?
Oof. That's... a hard one, haha. I've written a couple of fics without happy endings, though I typically don't. At least three fics which end on a canonical character death, for instance. But I'd say the ending which made me the most emo writing was Butter, a Mother 3 fic. It ends with Lucas, who's like 9, recently lost his mother, then lost his twin brother (and thinks it's his fault), and is now being neglected by his father, crawling into bed and crying. So yeah, pretty bleak, lmao... but at least he doesn't die I guess?
Do you write crossovers?
I do, but I haven't posted many yet. I'm not always huge on writing them, but I do think about them a lot. I was working on this one Persona 3 x Fire Emblem Awakening crossover but I lost steam on it, and now there's a really lovely crossover on AO3 with a similar premise that I was SO delighted to come across!!! Hope y'all don't mind me taking a break from linking my own work to shill for this one, hehe
Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?
Unfortunately, yes, about six times, I'd say. Even more unfortunately, most of those times happened earlier on in my fanfic writing career, and I was pretty sensitive to hate back then, so I deleted many of the relevant fics, and some of them I don't even have access to myself anymore.
Not gonna talk about the ones that are still upsetting, but I will talk about the funny examples: on a (since deleted) RWBY fic, I said in the author's note that I "wrote them as platonic, but the fic can be read as WhiteRose", and then I got a glowing comment gushing about how good the story was which ended with "but then you had to ruin it by shitting all over WhiteRose, how about you [long suicide bait]". Third most baffling comment I've ever received.
The two most baffling were on different fics, but both were making the same weird accusation??? One was on a ZeLink fic (actually, on Comfort, my fifth most kudos'ed fic of all time now), and y'know I think I'm just gonna show you the comment in question:
The other one was on a long-since deleted fic which focused on both a romantic ship, as well as a fatherly relationship between one member of the ship and the other member's father. I guess having a fatherly relationship with your father-in-law makes your boyfriend actually your brother (and therefore you can't date him anymore). IDK man people are crazy. (tbf the commenter in question thought I was setting it up so that he'd get adopted by his boyfriend's parents, which would give them more of a case, but like... that didn't happen in the fic and wasn't going to. they just guessed at a future plot development and got angry about their guess)
Do you write smut?
I do, but I've never posted any. I've posted one fic that was very suggestive, I'd even call it "NSFW" in a sense, but never anything explicit. Maybe I will in the future? We'll see if I can ever finish anything smutty, lmao.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yep, I had Ultimatum, my longest chapter-fic (and by far my most popular fic in the ff.n days) stolen and posted on another site by somebody. I reported it but never checked back up to see if it got taken down.
I also feel that I've had my work plagiarized pretty damn blatantly in another fandom (I was browsing a certain AU tag and read one which contained all the exact events and sometimes word-for-word dialogue from a fic of mine, just very very slightly rewritten) but the poster had no other works and their writing was definitely extremely juvenile, so... I figured they were a dumb kid and just decided not to raise a fuss. Checked back later and they deleted it, hopefully because they realized they shouldn't do that, so I figure there's no need to start shit over it. Honestly, if that person used that experience as a jumping-off point to write their own fics, then I'm glad it happened, imitation being the highest form of flattery and all.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, though I had someone reach out to me on fanfiction dot net a long time ago and ask permission to translate An Unheard Goodbye, which was super exciting! I agreed, but I don't believe they ever got around to it, or if they did, they never posted it. Still very flattering, and I think about that a lot, hehe.
Whatâs your all-time favorite ship?
HOW COULD I POSSIBLY ANSWER THIS. UM. UM UH. UHHH UM UH I. UM.
I'm.... gonna say Zelda/Link? I haven't written it in FOREVER but it was such a huge part of me coming into my own as a fanfic author, so I have to give it credit for that.
Whatâs a WIP that you want to finish, but donât think you ever will?
.......all of them đ god I have so many of these damn things. But for the prime example, I'd point to Ultimatum, an old Pokemon fic that I started in middle school. I got all the way to the climax and I feel bad leaving my readers hanging, but... at this point, if I did continue it, I would honestly have to rewrite the whole fic first just to be in line with my current understanding of the characters.
What are your writing strengths?
Y'know, I think I get character voices down extremely well in a way which elevates my dialogue and narration. That's probably the thing I'm most proud of in my own writing, at least.
What are your writing weaknesses?
BREVITY. Or the utter, glaring lack of it. I have also been known to muddy up my writing with an overabundance of A) adverbs, B) unneeded clauses tacked onto perfectly good sentences, and C) em-dashes đ
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?
I think it's dope as fuck, but I currently can't really accomplish it because I'm monolingual (NOT FOR LONG IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT, I'M COMING FOR YOU, JAPANESE FLUENCY!!!!). I will also say that I don't like when authors will write characters having a story-important conversation in another language, then put the translations in the end notes or something, requiring you to either read the chapter confused or else keep scrolling back down and back up.... I think even that's totally fine to do if what's being said isn't plot-relevant, though.
What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?
Naruto. I hadn't read or watched Naruto btw, I had only read other Naruto fanfics. I have spoken on this topic many times, but it remains hilarious to me. Also, so many of my old Naruto fics are lost to the Wattpad times, but I will take this opportunity to once again share a quote which I recently managed to unearth from my long-lost unsung magnum opus:
Never ever will I intentionally attain the level of comedy gold that I managed while writing completely dead serious Naruto fanfiction on Wattpad in 2012.
Whatâs your favorite fic youâve written so far?
See above. How could I ever top that fic.
In all seriousness, this question always makes me sweat, but I think I'm gonna say Oil, a slightly older fic from my EliHec days which I absolutely obsessed over for months before finally managing to finish. And, unlike most of the fics that I obsess over, I think the obsession actually made it come out better rather than worse, haha.
thanks again for the tag!!!! as for me, I'll tag uhh, hm, @wizard-finix @dreamedge @misty-wisp @flyfish1999 and any other AO3 writers who see this!!! (idk how many of you use AO3 and most of the MBS authors I know have probably already been tagged hehe but anybody who wants to should absolutely feel free!!!!!!!)
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Twisted Wonderland english fandom try not to cause drama!! (failed + impossible) đ
It really doesn't surprise me that this person decided to bring this matter on anonymous but let me indulge you and others who think like you.
Alright, it seems this anon is really bothered by me "using" mexican culture for my twst mc shenanigans.
First of all, I have not used any culture as an "aesthetic" nor I want to be "quirky mexican girl" to make myself more interesting, I've grown my whole life on MĂŠxico and by that logic I am mexican. surprise đą!!
Second of all, I don't now what's the problem with my mc having a light tone of skin (my mc is basically based off of me), MĂŠxico it's greatly known for the wide variety of people, there's shapes, sizes, colors, lifestyles...everything is diverse and that's what makes it interesting!
Remember...MĂŠxico â dark skin
It's pretty weird to be the fact that you don't think my mc looks "mexican" enough just because of the skin color.
Next time I guess I'll add a sombrero and some tacos so you don't get confused, ayayađđŽ!!1!1! #Mexicore!!
Third and last thing...twst en fandom GET IT TOGETHER ALREADY WAKE UP, WAKE THE FUCK UP... IT'S ALREADY TIME TO OPEN THE EYES âźď¸
It's seems the main problem in the fandom has always been the way people represent their MC's (gender and cultures being the main things that people attack for literally no reason)...guys please, leave the people alone for good. All of us love Twisted Wonderland and the fandom is getting bigger by the second, let's make this community comfortable for everyone and anyone.
ALL MCS ARE VALID!!
Please don't attack people just because they choose what makes them comfortable.
#[â°ď¸] Twisted Wonderland#twst en#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland drama#twst yuu#twst#its really upsetting tbh#this is the first and last time im getting this kind of drama on my inbox#you will not come to my blog and tell me what or who i am bruhh
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HEY BUDDY :D !!! lion, maine coon, american shorthair, tiger, cougar, and fishing cat !!
HIIII!!! đž
This is so many omg
Lion - I'm probably most proud of how far I've come over the last few years, I went through a lot and am still learning to live with some of it. It's definitely shaped a bit of who I am now, but I'd like to think I have grown from it and carried it with me rather than living in that dump forever :) AND MY FRIENDS IM SO SO SO PROUD OF THEM AND HOW MUCH THEY'VE DONE AND I WISH THE BEST FOR ALL OF YOU :((
Maine Coon - Honestly I'm not too sure how others would describe me, or even how to encapsulate my personality into one word--I'd like to say I'm energetic but I also have my moments of not being as much, I'm nice but I know I can be a bitch, I'm a lot of things but I'm really unsure of what word could describe me, plus I don't remember any good descriptive words rn :') (I'm so tired)
American Shorthair - I have many things that comfort me, id say my friends are my biggest comfort, as cheesy as it is. My friends remind me I'm not alone and have reasons to keep going, even when it feels impossible. I also often tend to latch onto games and streamers/YouTubers for comfort (a big one is hermitcraft!! :D), many of the people I watch now are people who practically raised me and I love them dearly. Another few smaller things that I find help comfort me are things like music, tea, or small things like animals (my cat!!!) or stuffed animals :3
Tiger - Another one that I'm not entirely sure how to answer :( "Being cute and being mine" -âď¸ I think I went through the 5 stages of grief trying to come up with something that's all you're getting, oh yeah and my worst is probably the fact that I'm indecisive or like impulsive idk
Cougar - Hehehe fandoms đ Definitely undertale, fnaf, and sanders sides in the later years. I was (unfortunately) an aphmau kid back in 2015 but that was more watching her content and less fandom stuff. The undertale and fnaf ones definitely didn't ever stop, I got really into sans aus back during covid and relied on all three of those fandoms for comfort during the quarantine too. Sanders sides definitely helped me over the years before and during covid, it was definitely a rough time in my life as I was learning new things about myself and others around me, and it helped me so much with learning how to be me and accept myself as I am. As for a fandom I'm really active in now, id say the one I'm most active in is Hermitcraft (so surprising!!! đ) I got super into it back in season 6 when grian joined because I watched his content before he joined, and now I watch most of the hermits, I do tend to focus on a few each season while watching the occasional stream/video from the others though! I also listen to the imp & skizz podcast, and I find it rather comforting when I'm stressed, I love the hermits so much and they've definitely helped me so much without even knowing :) (and the fandom is so silly I love everyone)
Fishing Cat - I have so many I'm definitely going to forget some, I love learning new things and it's led to many hobbies that I do and will probably get back into in the future! :) I do crochet, it's something I have been learning since I was really young but couldn't get the hang of it for the longest time because my mom had a hard time teaching me it since she's left handed, I love reading, I read all kinds of things from old novels & poetry, romance and mystery, to nonfiction and sci-fi, I enjoy reading anything as long as it can keep my interest, and I loveee getting reccomended books (even though my to-be-read list is SO long), I like small crafts like jewelry making but it hurts my hands (especially the more intricate ones like fancy necklaces, bracelets, earrings), i love gaming, its a big part of who I am seeing as I grew up doing it, and even though i dont it as much anymore I still enjoy it and love playing games with my friends!! I enjoy drawing, but it's stressful because I'm not great at it and am way too perfectionistic over it. I used to paint but I never got too good at it and never had proper supplies, it was very fun though and I'd definitely get back into it sometime down the line. I listen to a lot of music, and watch youtubers/streamers. I like to go on walks, but with some of my health issues I don't go on them as often (I definitely will do more this summer though!!) and hanging out with my friends and animals. I plan on getting into sewing and possibly cosplay sometime so that will be fun to learn! I love creative hobbies, despite how stressful they can be when they don't go how I wanted it to :) I love seeing things I'm able to make evolve and get better and I get better at doing it, and I love consuming information and seeing people be people!!
I'm so sorry this is a lot of yapping even for me đ
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