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the-authoress-writes · 1 year ago

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Somewhere Out There

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Deployments are hard, but when you have someone to come home to, someone to love, that makes things easier, painful as it may be.

Warnings: Maybe a little bit of angst, I guess, offscreen sort-of implied married-people-doing-married-people-stuff 😉😉, minuscule cursing, a PG-13 use of the F-word, and a crap-ton of fluffy, lovey-dovey goodness.

Author’s Note: I don’t write reader fic.

I really don’t.

I write ship fic and gen fic, and I’d say I’m pretty decent at it, judging from the comments on my stories.

But then, @valmare came along, and we just clicked.

Mostly through screaming about Top Gun, naval aviators (*cough*tomkazansky*cough*), and our mutual appreciation for Val Kilmer.

And I knew I wanted to write something for her, especially since she was celebrating 300 followers!

Unfortunately, deep down, I knew I couldn’t write a ship fic for her.

I would have to write a reader!fic.

So, because I love her, I delved into the uncharted (for me, at least) waters of reader!fic.

I’m honestly not sure if this is any good, I wrote it in a perspective I’m not used to, and I hope and pray it makes any kind of sense.

Title is from the song of the same name, “Somewhere Out There”, from An American Tail.

To my dear Mir, I swear I began writing this yesterday, but I touched on things that you did in your own most recent fic, however, I couldn’t for the life of me, find another way to put what I wrote.

I promise on Goose’s grave that I did not plagiarize you.

All I can say is… fangirls think alike?

Please don’t hate meeee!!!!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this attempt at wading in the waters you so expertly navigate, my dear!

Happy 300 Followers!!!

The mist was rolling in from the sea, she absently noted, while the rising sun caught the minuscule droplets of water in the air, making the very wind shimmer.

Even inside, she could smell the faint tang of salt in the air, one of her favorite scents, but it was missing the key part—so much was missing.

The warmth of her husband behind her, for one thing, as they watched the sunrise on this window seat, her legs bracketed by his, his arms around her, the scent of spice, bourbon, and jet fuel which was all him, surrounding her.

God, she missed Tom.

Right now, he was halfway around the world on a ship, and she was watching the weekend sunrise without him, for the first time since they got married.

She knew this was part of being married to an active duty naval aviator, but it didn’t make the ache any better.

She tugged the collar of the USNA t-shirt up to her nose, but the scent was so faint from when Tom had tossed it to the floor the night before his deployment.

She sighed; she could still remember how he’d made her feel that night—he’d made her body sing, playing her like an expert musician would his instrument.

She’d felt him for days after, and if she focused enough, even now, she could almost feel his hands on her, the paradox of how gentle they were, despite the callouses on his palm, his lips on hers.

For all that he was called “Iceman”, she never saw an iota of the reasoning; with her, he was never anything but unfailingly warm, gentle, kind, loving, and passionate.

It had been nearly a week since she dropped him off last Monday at Miramar, exhorting Mav and Slider to bring him home to her.

The grave promise in the two men’s eyes as they readily agreed, had to be comfort enough, and wordlessly, they hauled Tom’s seabag between them, a strap in each of their hands, cheerfully bickering as they went, to give her a chance to say a more private goodbye.

She didn’t know what to say to him—this had to be one of the most painful things she’d ever done—giving her husband up to the sea and sky for ninety days, not knowing if he’d return to her alive, safe, having to trust only in his skill on the stick and his wingmen to bring him back to her.

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, and Tom’s eyes softened, as he drew her into his embrace. “I’ll come back to you, lyubimaya moya,” he whispered in her ear, all too aware of how dangerous it was to speak Russian on base, outside of the safety of the walls of their house, but aware that she needed the comfort.

“Promise me—promise you’ll come back to me, Thomas Kazansky,” she fiercely murmured, drawing back to look at him, taking the opportunity that she would shortly not have.

“Always.

No matter what, no matter what oceans part us,” he replied, an intensity which would frighten others, but which soothed her, in his crystalline eyes.

She gasped and desperately tugged him to her, his kiss piecing her heart together and breaking it, all for knowing that it was the last time she’d feel it for three months.

He’d taken her soul with him the moment he let her go to do his duty.

Back in the pain of her present, a sob masquerading as a sigh tore from her lips—it wasn’t enough; it would never be enough until she had him back in her arms, back in her bed, back in this house, where she felt like a shade of herself, a modern-day Eurydice.

Her legs reluctantly carried her to the kitchen, where she prepared her weekend coffee, narrowly resisting the urge to pull out two mugs instead of one.

But when she picked up the can of Maxwell House, she fumbled it, because it was far lighter than it should’ve been—heavy, but not the still-full can it should have been.

Tentatively, she opened it, and gasped when she saw that the can was filled with folded-up pieces of paper, each marked with dates on them, in Tom’s careful, exacting writing.

She tipped the can over, and the papers came spilling out—there had to be at least three months worth of letters here, one for each day of his deployment.

She frantically searched through the pile, looking for today’s date.

Upon finding it, she dashed back to the window seat, deliberately peeling the tape holding it closed, unable to treat the letter with anything less than the utmost care.

She quickly noticed Tom’s writing here was cramped, as if he were trying to fit everything he wanted to say on this one small piece of paper.

“Hello, solnishko,

If you’re reading this, it means that you’ve found the letters I wrote for you; one for each day of my deployment.

As I write this, I am next to you in bed, looking at your beautiful face, so peaceful in sleep, but the mere thought of my impending departure already tears me apart more than I thought possible.

I won’t have thought of anything else but you since the moment I left your arms, I am absolutely certain.

You know all too well why I joined the Navy—my search for a home, a real home, one not plagued by unattainable standards and harsh words.

I eventually found one in the sky, and for the longest time, she was enough, with her freedom, her thrill, but there were still demands, still standards, though the words were kinder.

Then I met you.

And you changed everything.

You are my home, lyubimaya moya; with you, I don’t have to be Iceman, or Lieutenant Kazansky; with you, I can be Tom.

Just Tom.

Your Tom.

I can’t wait until I can be your Tom again.

Eighty-four days, zhizn moya; and I’m yours again.

Yours forever,

Tom”

She pressed her hand to her chest, careful to avoid crumpling the paper beneath her hand, a tear slipping from her eyes, the ache of his absence soothed with the absolute confirmation that he was thinking of her just as she was about him, and intensified, knowing that he was so far away.

Eventually, she sniffled, brushing away her tear tracks, wishing it was Tom’s hand, and gathered herself.

Eighty-four days.

Eighty-four days, and she’d have him back—a short eternity, to be sure, but a small price to pay for what she’d get back at the end.

Until then, she’d count the sunrises, holding him and the words he’d written for her, close to her heart.

Tom stared out at the horizon, watching the sun come up on the relatively quiet deck of the Enterprise.

It meant that he lost a good thirty minutes of sleep, but it was worth it, just to know that his wife was looking at the same sunrise, or she would be, at any rate, given the time difference.

The horizon spread out before him; endless, and the fleeting, errant thought that she was just there, beyond the beyond, entered his mind.

So far—a little over six thousand nautical miles, more or less, depending on the course and speed of the Enterprise, further than any F-14 could fly—and yet so near, because she was never far from his heart.

He’d never thought he could love anything or anyone more than her—among his other endearments for her was zhizn moya, because that was what she was to him: his life.

Tom idly twisted the band of gold around his left ring finger, more proud of that simple ring than the hard-won blue-jeweled Annapolis ring on his right.

God, he missed her.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Tom turned to see Mav, coming up to lean on the railing beside him, none of the usual cockiness on his face.

“You shouldn’t be up yet, Mav.”

A haunted expression lingered on the edges of his wingman’s face as he searched for anything but the truth to tell, and Tom knew. “The usual?”

“Yeah,” Mav rasped. “I—I checked on Merls and Sli, but I got—got worried when I—I didn’t find you, so…” the black-haired pilot trailed off, before continuing, “you okay?”

“I should be asking you that, but… yeah, I am, just…”

“Just missing her,” Mav nodded sagely, almost wistfully.

“Yeah.”

“How do you even handle that?” Mav asked, frowning.

The sunlight made him feel more honest than he would probably otherwise be, Aurora’s kiss a comforting benediction, reminding him of all he had to come home to, and he replied, “What makes you think that I am?” He shook his head, “Doesn’t really feel like I’m even here, honestly.”

Mav good-naturedly smirked, “You left your heart in San Diego?”

Tom side-eyed his wingman. “Yeah, actually.

You’ll understand it one day, when you meet the right one,” he sighed, thinking of his wife’s beautiful smile.

“I dunno, Ice, I’m not sure if I want to be you, or be thankful that I’m not.”

Tom scoffed, unable to help his grin. “It’s the worst feeling in the world, to be away from her, to exist without her, after knowing what it’s like to be with her—”

“Not exactly selling it, Kazansky,” Mav interrupted.

Tom rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t done, dickhead.”

At Mav’s grin, Tom continued, “As I was saying, it’s the worst feeling in the world, to be away from her, to exist without her, after knowing what it’s like to be with her, but knowing that I get to come home to her… that makes it all worth it.

I hope you get this someday, Mav.

You sure as hell deserve some fucking happiness in this life.”

Mav smiled weakly, but honestly. “Maybe one day, Ice.”

The two of them smiled at each other, before Tom clapped Mav on the shoulder. “We better get going—the guys should be awake now, and if we don’t get to mess, Slider and Merlin might just take all the good stuff.”

“Good is relative,” Mav scoffed, making him laugh.

“Okay—the better stuff.”

They laughed, beginning to make their way back in.

But just before he stepped through the door amidships, he couldn’t help but look back at the horizon, the sun shedding the last of its dawning gentility, to turn into the harsh, blazing light that it was in this part of the world.

Eighty-four days.

Eighty-four more sunrises holding her only in his heart until he could also hold her in his arms.

It was a high price, to be sure, but in the face of having eternity as hers, what was eighty-four days?

Until then, he’d count the sunrises, holding her close to his heart.

“Hey Ice, you coming?” Mav called.

“I’m coming,” he replied.

And with that, he stepped inside to do his duty, eagerly awaiting the next sunrise, each consecutive one bringing him closer to his home, to his beloved wife.

I headcanon Ice as having Russian descent, but quite frankly, you can tear Slavic!Ice from my cold, dead hands.

To me, he’s either Polish or Russian.

Russian Glossary

Disclaimer: endearments and translations taken from Google—please don’t hesitate to correct me if I’m wrong, which, odds are, I am.

Lyubimaya moya: my darling/my one and only sweetheart

Solnishko: little sun

Zhizn moya: my life

#officially in my val kilmer era #not me 👀 at men literally old enough to be my father #top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #tom iceman kazansky x reader #tom kazansky x reader #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #val kilmer

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basketprutas · 1 year ago

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WHEN THEY FALL IN LOVE… ♡

Go listen to When emma falls in love while listening ♡

ps. I made a masterlist of my fics inspired by Speak Now Tv here.

in this list are... Diluc, Kaveh, Childe, Itto

“When Diluc falls in love, he paces the floor, closes the blinds, and locks the door”

♡ Diluc would deny himself that feeling. He refuses to acknowledge his feelings until he realizes he’s been trying to see your smile often, making sure you got home safely. The moment he accepts his feelings, he won’t confess first. He hates going into things without being sure, so his refusal to confess first stems from the fact he’s scared you won’t reciprocate his feelings. When you do confess though, he’ll smile in disbelief and would be the first to initiate a hug. He would hesitate at first but when you wrapped your arms around him he hugged you even tighter. (I live for touch starved diluc and what about it)

“Kaveh waits and takes his time 'cause Little Miss Sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain”

♡ Kaveh slowly realizes it and wanted to make his confession worth it. He’d plan for months, carefully choosing the right way to confess to you because he doesn’t want to blow this opportunity away. While he thinks of the best way to confess, he realizes he loves you too much that he gets scared of that fact. He’d overthink, would you accept his feelings? Would you reject him? Will your friendship stay the same even after you reject him? That's why it took so long for him to say those three words to you; he was scared of the different ways it could go wrong. All his planning was thrown off the window when he just flat-out says it to you on a random Tuesday morning while the both of you were alone. He was flustered, shaking, and was about to turn the other way when you grabbed his hand to kiss him. He’d melt at your touch and smile brightly as the both of you kissed. (He’d totally ask you if you really do like him or did you just kiss him right after the whole ordeal)

“When Childe falls in love, it’s all on his face, hangs in the air like stars in outer space”

♡ Childe would quite literally not hide the fact he’s in love with you. Like he genuinely just wants you to know he loves you, but he would never rush you. He’s a gentleman, and he would wait for your answer, no matter how long it took. He would give specific gifts, like “I bought this for you because you said these were your favorite” kind of gift. He would be devastated if you rejected him, but so long as you let him express his love for you, it was enough for him. He makes sure all the time that you aren't uncomfortable with the things he does or the gifts he gives you. When you do answer him with a yes, he will absolutely carry you in his arms and kiss you softly.

“When Itto falls in love, he’s in it for keeps; he won’t walk away unless he knows he absolutely has to leave”

♡ This man saw you once and knew you were the one, and he’s persistent. He would do the most embarrassing things to get your attention, like a small performance with his pals in the middle of the road. Despite his comedic stunts, he pulls you out of the crowd of people to let you know he’s absolutely serious about what he feels. He can’t really put it into words, so he puts it into action. He says sorry too for his public declaration of his feelings and would ask you to not feel obligated just because he did it publicly. “Just say it, and I swear I’ll stop. I’m a man of my word.” When you confessed that you were starting to like him, he would scream at the top of his lungs out of happiness and crush you lovingly with his hug.

Notes: this was so cute to write and also I'm really on a roll with Taylor's Speak Now TV release so here have some brainrot content while I still feel motivated to write (´♡‿♡`)

I recently started writing again; click here to learn more about me ^-^

Inbox is always open for suggestions and comments.

-Clara

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emberenchanted · 1 year ago

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For Keeps (1/3)

Title: For Keeps

Characters: Dark!Carol Danvers x Female Reader

Summary: Carol sees you. Carol wants you. Carol gets what she wants.

Series Warnings: extremely dubious consent, strap-on (r receiving), sex (oral, vaginal), anal fingering, Dom!Carol, orgasm denial, spanking, violence (not really towards reader), manipulation, forced relationship, rough sex, Ma’am kink

Note: All three chapters of this fic are already written. This is my very first (and maybe only) fic I’m posting on Tumblr. So if you like it, please let me know. All forms of feedback welcome. Comments and reblogs especially.

18+ ONLY

Chapter 1

Carol was not happy. Though perhaps that was an understatement. As Carol stomped down the front steps of Mel’s Tavern and shoves open the door, she was honest enough to admit she was pissed. After a long week, an absolute shit week, all Carol wants to do on her Friday night is go to Thor’s brothel, have too much Asgardian liquor, and take out her frustrations on one of the pretty little whores in his employ. Instead, she’s in Mel’s trying to figure out why he hadn’t made his monthly payment for the 2nd month in a row. Though to be fair, this visit was less about finding out why he’d not made his payment and more about reminding him why he needed to make his payment. Carol wasn’t a therapist or a social worker, so she didn’t really give a shit about the why.

Striding into the poorly lit, smoky bar, filled with gaudy tchotchkes and an unfortunate looking crowd, Carol quickly glances around the room looking for Mel. She wants to get in and out of this dive as soon as possible. However, Mel was nowhere to be found; he was smart to make himself scarce knowing that he’d missed payday, but dumb as fuck to make Carol wait. To be fair, he probably didn’t know he was making Carol wait. He most likely thought he was simply avoiding one of the lesser Avenger goons. Unfortunately for Mel, he wasn’t the only “security client” who’d neglected to pay his dues in the Avengers’ territory recently. That, plus Steve’s suspicion that there was a mole in the family meant that Carol had been drafted to figure out what was going on and to fix the problem.

Carol strides to the doorman, black low-heeled boots clicking on the grungy and slightly sticky tile floor. In her bespoke all black pantsuit, she cut a striking figure. Short dark blonde hair curled around a strong jaw on one side; the other side razed into a short undercut. The doorman stands up quickly when he sees her.

“Ma’am,” he starts, before Carol puts up her hand.

“Where’s Mel?,” Carol interrupts. “If he’s in the back, go get him. If he’s not, tell him I’m here and that the longer I wait, the more pissed off I’ll become. Got it?”

The doorman nods sharply before turning on his heel and heading toward the closed off offices in the back of the bar.

Carol rolls her shoulders once to relieve some tension before walking over to the bar; she finds the least sticky chair and takes a seat before tapping her index finger on the bar top two times to get the bartender’s attention. That was when she saw you.

You hadn’t noticed her until she’d sat at the bar, but you recognize the confident way she situated herself in the room as someone used to wielding authority. Seated so she had a clear view of most of the room and all of the exits, the woman leaned back into her chair, eyes flickering around the room until they stopped on you. You meet her gaze. As her intense honey brown orbs pin you in place, you begin to feel a bit shy; your heart pounds loudly in your chest and you lower your eyes. You curse yourself silently and tell yourself that she was just like any other customer. A hot customer. A really fucking hot customer. You would just do your job. Deep breaths.

The woman seems to notice your discomfort and her eyes glitter as they flicker up and down your body, pausing at your hips, waist, and the slight swell of your breasts visible over your black tank top.

You shift uncomfortably and tug at the hem of your tank, desperately wishing that you’d thought to put on your jacket before your shift. Your outfit was by no means revealing, but the way she was looking at you made you feel like she could see right through your clothes. Her eyes meet yours once more and she gives you a gentle smirk that makes your breath catch. Your hands immediately come together in front of you, fingers twisting around each other as you meet her steely gaze.

You stand up straight, lift your chin and walk over to the bar, fiercely hoping your demeanor doesn’t betray your nervousness.

“Hi, welcome to Mel’s. Can I get you something?,” you ask the woman, voice squeaking just a bit.

“Well hello there, baby,” she drawls in a sing-song voice, head tilting slightly as she gives you another long onceover; she doesn’t try to hide it, her eyes dragging the last few inches from your mouth to your eyes slowly. “Give me a shot of Crown, neat. Ok?”

“Yes, ma’am!” you quickly puff out, already retreating to fetch her drink.

Carol’s smile widens at the address and she thinks that maybe, just maybe, her night is turning around. As you turn around to grab a whiskey glass and pour her shot, Carol’s eyes crawl over the curve of your waist and delicious looking ass. Yes, indeed. Her night was looking up.

As you pour the drink you think about how...excellent the customer’s voice is. Husky and soft, it slithered into your ears and made you briefly wonder what that voice would sound like in bed.

You pour a healthy shot of the whiskey in the glass and set it in front of the blonde woman, before quickly stepping back. She raises the glass slightly in your direction before slowly sipping her drink, her throat bobbing as she swallows while staring directly into your eyes. Her wet, pink tongue slips out to lick a drop of whiskey lingering on her plump bottom lip. Your eyes are glued to the motion and your face gets hot when you realize she’d watched you watching her.

In all honesty, that was probably a bad thought. You didn’t know who she was, but all the other employees, and the few customers, seemed a bit on edge ever since she walked in. You weren’t quite sure why, but it almost seemed like Tony, the doorman, was scared of her. Which was outrageous. Tony was 6’5 and built like a Mack truck. But still, you knew that whoever she was, you should be cautious.

“Come here, baby,” she mutters, resting her elbows on the bar and leaning forward.

Your heart pounds in your chest, and your eyes wildly look around the room seeking anywhere else to direct your attention.

Your eyes settle back on the blonde woman when nobody else will meet your gaze. Not even Fred, the local drunk who spent most evenings begging for “just one more drink, love.” Traitors.

You shuffle toward the woman and start to reach for her now empty glass. “Do you want an open or closed tab?,” you ask.

She smiles up at you, revealing even, white teeth before winking and saying, “It’s on the house.”

Your brow furrows, confused before you peeked at Tony, who nods at you grimly.

“Oook,” you say, still slightly confused as you reach for the empty glass to place aside for the bar back.

In the three months you’d been working here, you’d never given anyone or seen anyone given a drink “on the house.” Mel wasn’t necessarily stingy, but you didn’t want to press your luck and drinks were priced so reasonably that nobody ever complained. But, if Tony was saying it was on the house, you had to take him at his word.

Her hand snakes out and catches yours before you can remove the glass.

“What’s your name?,” the blonde woman asks softly, thumb gently stroking the web of skin between your thumb and index finger. You start to jerk your hand away, but her grip tightens around yours, holding you in place. You freeze, eyes and mouth parting as your breath comes faster and you nervously wait for something, anything, to give you a clue to what she wants you to do. She looks at you curiously before releasing your hand and sliding back in her seat, back resting against the high-backed chair.

“I’m Y/N,” you say, breathing a bit more evenly now that she’s no longer touching you.

“Y/N” she repeats, the name rolling off her tongue melodically. “That's pretty. I’m Carol. How long have you worked here, Y/N? I’ve never seen you before.”

“Three months, but I’m not from here,” you blather nervously.

“Oh yeah?,” she smiles coyly, “where are you from, baby?”

You feel heat rising in your cheeks at the endearment, and you softly tell her where you're from.

“That’s fun. How do you like our little city?” she says, extending her arms wide open. “Have you seen all the sights?”

“No,” you reluctantly admit. “I came out here in a rush so I’ve mainly been focused on finding work and a place to live. Haven’t had time to do the tourist thing yet.”

“Hmmm,” she ponders, smiling gently while drumming her short red nails on the bar, “I’d love to be your tour guide, baby, if you’d like that. Take you to see the sights, take you to dinner. Do you work tomorrow?”

“O-oh,” you stutter, surprised that she’d managed to direct the conversation into an invitation for a date so quickly and smoothly. “Umm.”

“Do you work tomorrow, baby?,” she presses again.

“No, I uh, don’t. But I’m not--” you start.

“Great,” Carol interrupts. “That’s just what I was hoping to hear. Give me your phone number and I’ll call you tomorrow with something planned for us.”

You were taken aback. Yes, she was gorgeous and made you feel flushed and nervous (you supposed those were butterflies?), and would probably-- no, definitely-- show you a good time, but you weren’t sure you wanted to get wrapped up in whatever was going on here. But she’d already slid her phone across the bar and was beaming up at you expectantly. You figured that one little outing probably wouldn’t hurt. It’d been a while since you’d been out and Lord knew you hadn’t had time for anything fun and relaxing since moving to the city. You’d been far too busy scrambling to survive. Your hometown was expensive, but nothing like this.

As you reach for her phone you send a silent prayer that wherever you go with her wouldn’t be too expensive so you could insist on paying for yourself without cannibalizing your weekly food budget.

As you input your phone number, the woman, Carol, leans back in her chair and glances around the bar again before once more leaning towards you. Your eyes fall to her cleavage and your thoughts take a turn before you snap your eyes back up to her to find her laughing gently.

“Such a good girl,” Carol husks as she retrieves her phone from you and slips it into her trouser pocket as she stands.

She didn't touch you this time; you were already overwhelmed and semi-regretful and she looked like she didn’t want to give you any reason to try to run away from her. “Now, go get me another drink while I talk to Mel,” Carol instructs before and turning around sharply.

You’re thrilled to have something else to do, to focus on, so you didn’t notice the fearful look on Mel’s face as Carol strides up to him.

Carol didn’t exactly work for Steve and the Avengers, but she did operate out of their territory when she was stateside, and lately her business dealings found her on the East Coast. Staying with the family was just easier, and that sometimes meant getting caught up in their issues. She normally didn’t mind doing Steve a favor...but it’d been a hell of a week, and up until she’d seen the little cutie at the bar squirm so prettily under her scrutinizing gaze, she had not been happy to be doing this particular favor.

Well, Carol thinks, whores aren’t the only way to work out aggression. Looks like this God forsaken place would provide her two types of entertainment tonight.

Carol’s exchange with Mel is brief. She bulldozes over his stammered greetings and demands to know why he hadn’t been paying his security fee. Mel insists that he had been paying, he definitely wasn’t avoiding the family, and that someone new had come around and told him 3 months ago that there was a new payment method. He’d been leaving his payments in an unmarked envelope taped under a nearby bench. Someone had been picking them up, since Mel had made two payments this way and the first was gone when he went to make the second.

Hmmm, Steve will definitely be interested to learn that. Carol muses to herself.

“Ok, Mel,” Carol says to the stammering man.

“Ok?,” Mel repeats, hope creeping into his eyes as he looks timidly at her.

“Ok,” Carol reiterated, “I believe you. Which is the good news. The bad news is I don’t give a fuck who you say you paid, because bottom line is we don’t have our money. The money you owe us. So you have until next week to get it to us.”

Anger flares in Mel’s eyes before Carol puts a hand on his shoulder “Ah ah ah, Mel. I can just tell that I am zero percent interested in hearing whatever you're about to say. You pay by next week or I can break your other leg, too.”

Mel blanches and whimpers out, “too?,” just in time for Carol to slip her hand from his shoulder to the back of his head before slamming him nose-first into a nearby table. The crack is audible above the shitty music playing in the background. As Mel reaches to try to push himself up from the table, Carol brings her fist down on the fingers clinging to the edge of the table, breaking three on impact and then turns to forcefully kick one leg out toward Mel’s knee, forcing it backward with an audible CRACK! Mel’s scream cuts through all the chatter and music, a macabre soundtrack in the dingy bar.

Once that was done, Carol slides Mel into the booth she’d just brutalized him at and turns back to the bar.

You were cowering in a corner, back pressed as far up against the bar as you could, eyes frantically searching for an exit, body shaking, and breath huffing quickly. You’d finished prepping Carol’s drink just in time to see the breathtaking display of violence. You feel nauseated and scared and hot and dizzy, your stomach heaving at the bloodshed. You can hear your heart beating in your head as you watch Carol stride over to you, her eyes glittering in excitement and something that looked suspiciously like arousal.

She knocks back the drink you have waiting for her, before looking directly at you. You try to look anywhere but at her, but she was still all you noticed.

“Look at me,” she says firmly. Your eyes flicker up towards her at the command. “You answer when I call you tomorrow, ok baby?”

She waits for your weak nod, before smiling brightly at you and walking out the door.

Chapter 2

A/N: Thanks for reading this far. Let me know what you think!

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infiniteglitterfall · 3 months ago

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I just saw that Ahmed Alkhatib is speaking at a synagogue in Berkeley on Friday?! He's my fourth- or fifth-favorite Palestinian activist!! He's speaking with an expert on Palestinian trauma! I have zero idea what they're going to talk about beyond that!

This is what he says is his "platform," which is so long I'm gonna paste it into a reblog:

AND FOR THE CURIOUS, YOU CAN ZOOM IN AT 8 PM ON FRIDAY WITHOUT EVEN RSVPing: https://zoom.us/j/8781040

He has had a LOT of trouble connecting with the Pro-Palestine movement and finding people who'll listen to him, much less who will center and support his work as an activist from Gaza.

So share this with all your pro-Palestinian friends!

I WOULD just assume it's like... a general talk about All The Shit. But I heard this week that a coalition of Gazan activists has been working on a plan for self-rule in Gaza.

I don't know if he's involved in that; I'm behind on all this. They're not in the same activist circles, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. But obviously it makes me curious about whether that will come up.

(OK, I know you want to know the top 5. It currently goes: Hamza Howidy at the top with a big gold star for pieces like this:

Then Bassem Eid; Moumen al-Natour; Mo Ghaoui; Ahmed Alkhatib. Those are all very close rankings that shift all the time. Even now, I'm mentally flipping 4 and 5 back and forth. And 2 and 3.

The Center for Peace Communications deserves a mention too. It's based in NYC, but it's devoted to giving the people of Gaza a way for their voices to safely be heard.)

This is what the synagogue event page says:

Potluck oneg after services, followed by HeartSpace at 8pm, featuring a discussion and Q+A with Palestinian political analyst Ahmed Alkhatib and Palestinian trauma expert Dr. Niveen Rizkalla.

As we approach the one-year anniversary of the deadly Hamas attacks on October 7 and grapple with the ongoing violence and devastation in Israel-Palestine, join us in our efforts to hold multiple perspectives with nuance and complexity, part of our ongoing HeartSpace series showcasing diverse voices from the region.

Ahmed Alkhatib is a nonresident senior fellow with the Scowcroft Middle East Security Initiative at the Atlantic Council’s Middle East Programs. He is also an American writer and analyst who grew up in Gaza City, having left in 2005 as a teenage exchange student to the United States.

He writes extensively on Gaza’s political and humanitarian affairs and has been an outspoken critic of Hamas and a promoter of coexistence and peace as the only path forward between Palestinians and Israelis.

Alkhatib has a bachelor’s degree in business administration and a master’s degree in intelligence and national security studies. His writing has been published in US and Israeli outlets, and his opinions and comments have been featured in international press. Click here for more information and to support Ahmed’s peacebuilding efforts"

Dr. Niveen Rizkalla is a postdoctoral research fellow at UC Berkeley’s Mack Center for Mental Health and Social Conflict. She specializes in research related to trauma, including PTSD, vicarious and secondary traumatization, victims of torture and war, and gender-based violence. She is also working on the mental health of Syrian refugees and the staff who assist them.

Her most recent project delves into the physical and mental health of aid workers who assist traumatized populations (refugees, conflict, and natural disasters) in Asia, Africa, Europe, Latin America and the Middle East.

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#free palestine #palestinian resistance #fuck hamas #jumblr #gaza solidarity encampment #palestinians to platform #wall of words

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matan4il · 1 year ago

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Something amusing I have noticed re; Melissa Barrera is her defenders are rapidly screaming that it's impossible to find her statements antisemitic. Yet, if one of them repeats what she said, they get dogged on by their fellows because "we're not antisemitic, we're anti-Zionist, fuck off!". Make it make sense. Also, fuck James Janisse and Chelsea Rebecca (two horror influencers who jumped onto the bandwagon when Barrera got fired), they've been supporting "river to the sea" and allowing pro Hamas and vicious antisemitic content in their subreddit/twitter mentions. Been watching them for years but I hope their channel continues on its downward spiral it's been in recent times.

Hi Nonnie, thank you for this ask!

I'm gonna be honest, IDEK who she is (this goes double for those horror "influencers"). Again, people I don't think I'd be talking about if it weren't for their anti-Israel comments, proving the Hollywood saying that all publicity is good publicity, I guess? On top of many being mindless sheep, who get all of their "facts" from social media, without realizing just how highly biased against Israel it is.

And I'm gonna be honest, sometimes I'm extra sad that the people who should have been the most natural allies of Jews, and the biggest supporters of Zionists, are not. It's the work of antisemitic narratives, without a doubt, but it's still sad that they don't get that in their zeal to prove their anti-colonialism, they're actually attacking the natives of the Land of Israel. Or that by claiming that the Jews' native rights in Israel have an expiration date, they're giving colonialism a win. If that claim is true, than all colonizers need to do is run out the clock, you know? It makes the act of expelling natives and ethnically cleansing their lands very worthwhile if the colonizers can just keep the natives off their lands long enough. But of course people don't own up to this implication of their claim, because it's obvious in their minds, it only applies to Jews, not other native populations.

Anyway, I'm glad it's not all native populations that surscribe to this antisemitic view. Here's one Native population, New Zealand's Maori, who saw through the bullshit, and stood by Israel. I've seen more than one group performing the Haka in support of Israel and of the Jewish people. Love this and love them! <3

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In any case, what you're describing with Barrera's defenders is hilarious. I guess, sometimes the camel accidentally calls out its own hump, ha?

But yeah, she directly employed Holocaust distortion. I'm also going to point out, once again, that while it is not antisemitic to criticize the Jewish state, it does matter that you criticize it for real things, and not for made up accusations. If you're gonna do the latter, and if you don't take the time to earn the facts when you're called out on it, then you're showing unacceptable disregard for Jews and their well being, especially with the current rise in antisemitism.

Nonnie, I salute you for sticking to the right principles, over content you enjoyed! That seems to be pretty rare these days. Thank you for not accepting the antisemitic, anti-Jewish slogan that those influencers are pushing (and the antisemitic, and pro-Hamas comments they're allowing). Just in case people didn't know, that chant is an English translation of the original Arabic, which states, "From water to water, Palestine [will be] Arab" (and this Arabic slogan has been in use since the 1960's).

Thank you again! Sending you lots of hugs and love! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #terrorism #anti terrorism #antisemitism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish

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opheliajupiter99 · 10 months ago

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One Night in Agwe

(This idea had been germinating for a while, and as I've said before, I like drawing/detailing Gideon's wives, so here we go. Of course, disclaimer, most of this is headcannons and might be proved incorrect when his wives inevitably show up again)

The Witchlight carnival, as popular as it may be, was both quickly drawing to a close, and quickly growing dull for the Coal Trio, as they'd begun calling themselves. The Trio alternated between being waitresses and being 'entertainers' in the Pixie Kingdom section of the carnival, but as the closing date drew, and they had recently been introduced to both each other and a whole new world of possibilities thanks to their wedding, they decided to pack their things and venture onward.

Zaxi and Taxi were packing their things together in a backroom; while technically speaking it was the 'dressing room', the pixies regularly commented on the fact it was more of a glorified broom closet than anything else. As perhaps expected, the more adult-oriented joys of the Pixie Kingdom meant the faire, being focused mainly at children, didn't bother much with funding it; 'Besides,' Mr. Witch once said, 'the kinda men that'll be goin' down there won't give a fuck how the place looks, just the girls'.

Regardless, Taxi sat on a nearby couch, scratchy and with a faded, once vibrant pink color to it, putting on a pair of tan-colored flats while Zaxi stuffed some extra t-shirts into a ratty bag.

"Ya know," Zaxi began, trying with some effort to tie the bag closed, clearly overstuffed. "I get you must go through a lot of tops the way you are, but do we really need -this- many?"

Taxi, looking up past the mop of reddish blonde hair that dangled partially over her vision, shrugged, seeming unphased by the implication of Zaxi's words. "Never know. Besides, we're all roughly the same size, I figured we could all use them."

Zaxi scoffs out a chuckle. "Speak for yourself; these'll be more like tank tops on Bixi." Taxi chuckles in return, before both of their attentions are quickly turned to the door, as it clicks and flies open, revealing aforementioned Bixi.

Zaxi was rather quiet and reserved, at least compared to the others, and Taxi was confident and unapologetic, but Bixi was quite different from both. She joyfully skipped into the room and wrapped her arms excitedly around Zaxi, nearly knocking the bag out of her hands in the process. "Hi hi hi! I missed you guys! Sorry I took a while, I was saying goodbye to mama, you know how chatty she gets."

Taxi huffed, uncrossing her legs and standing up from the couch, dusting herself off a bit as Zaxi practically had to peel the especially gleeful brunette off of her. " Missed you too. We're mostly done anyways, it's fine. Is there anything else we needed?"

Bixi thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, we should probably know where we're going first..."

The three stood there thinking for a moment or two. Eventually, Taxi spoke up. "What was that place Kremy kept babbling about? Ag...something?"

Bixi perked up, beaming a wide smile, her hands cupped and put to her cheeks. "Right! Agwe! Oh let's go there, please please please! I think that's where they live anyways, so when hubby gets back, we'll all be there waiting for him!"

Zaxi smiled softly and nodded. "Alright. Where is it?" Bixi, who had been bouncing up and down in joy, abruptly stopped at the question, rubbing her chin. "Uh....I dunno. It can't be -that- far from the carnival though, right? We can fly, it'll be easy, I know it! We just keep going forward til we find it!"

Taxi shrugged. "Alright, I guess." Bixi clapped excitedly with a giggle, before moving beside Zaxi to help them finish up the last bits of packing.

Sometime later, after quite a bit of flying, pit-stops, and assorted annoyances of the swampy surroundings, the Trio saw the gleam of neon through the fog, the grimy yet glamorous shine of Agwe finally laid out before them.

Of course, before they even officially entered the town, there were some problems; the first major one being likely the most obvious, that being that everything was sized for large and medium races, not tiny ones, the Trio dodging things like lamps and signs that were at worst minor annoyances for most of the population.

The second problem that arose as they began to encounter civilians is that while nobody really -hated- pixies here, nobody was really used to them either, hell many they encountered had never even seen one more. The most prominent instance being when the Trio flew past a little fishing shack near the edge of the town, and Bixi was nearly swatted harshly to the ground by the old man sat upon the porch, as the man assumed she was a firefly - and was quite shocked when the 'firefly' swore at him as she dodged away.

Regardless, the Trio fluttered down towards the sidewalk, spotting a tucked-away entrance to a local tavern, the neon light hung over the door flickering awkwardly as the worn letters shined down upon the small crowd gathered below it. It was clearly the kind of place that, while it was technically speaking legal, nobody'd really be surprised if a body was found in the alley out back, with the crowd surrounding it reflecting a similar vibe, talking in hushed tones and most wearing some kind of covering to hide their faces.

While it was shady, it also looked to be a lot smaller and basic than many of the flashier, noisier places of the town, so the Trio decided after a bit of whispering that they'd be better off someplace where they didn't run the constant risk of being trampled or squashed.

So, the Trio flew through the small slot in the metal door, giving quite the fright to some of the crowd that just saw a brief blur of color dash past them, and over the heads of the various miscreants inside the rather cramped building, diving down towards the bartender, a stout Bullywug man who was stood upon a wooden box to be able to fully look over the bar.

"Excuuuuuse me!" Bixi squeaked out with her already quite high-pitched voice, quickly bringing the attention of both the bartender and those sat at the counter, some with wide eyes of surprise/confusion, some looking a tad -too- closely, and some, namely the bartender, looking briefly perplexed but quickly moving past it, the poor Bullywug likely having seen far weirded come in and out of his bar.

"Can we get whiskeys please?" Bixi said, flashing a sweet smile and paired with wide, innocent eyes. The bartender looked them over for a moment. "Uh...I think ya should just share one. I only got big cups and I'm pretty sure you all havin' one to yourself'd kill ya in no time flat." Bixi shrugged. "Okay! Just one then!"

The bartender pulled a glass from the tray and began to scrub it a bit after seeing a small stain. "So, who're ya girls? Don't think I've seen ya around before." The Trio sat upon the counter, dangling their legs over the side like it was a ledge. "Well," Bixi began. "I'm Bixi, this is Zaxi, and that's Taxi." Taxi did a lazy two-finger wave while Zaxi bowed her head slightly. "We're the Coals!" She announced proudly with a giggle.

The bartender quickly rose a metaphorical brow. "Coals, ya say?" He huffed. "Ah, not this shit again..." He grumbled, looking down from the brides to the cup in his hands. Taxi's own brow furrowed, hers in anger, glaring at the man. "Not what shit again?" He sighed, crossing his arms. "Ya girls aren't here lookin' for Gideon, are ya? Cause sorry to say, he ain't one to return favors, if ya catch my drift."

The Trio looks at each other confused, then back to the bartender. "Why would we be doing that?" Bixi began. "Yeah, we're just here to party and wait for him." Zaxi continued. "And he didn't fucking ditch us, we know where he is; that ain't ditching, it's a business trip."

The bartender tilts his head curiously. "Huh." He stated simply, before continuing. "Guess the fella grew some stones after all. Well, in that case, have fun; whatever he's up to, he probably won't be too long, they always end up back here in town, one way or another."

He slid the Trio's drink towards them, albeit carefully, and the Trio fluttered up to side on the rim of the glass, the bartender quickly supplying them with a straw, which while also too big, was a much better option than nearly falling into the glass.

The man wasn't kidding; the drink was stiff and would've been far too much for just one of them, and even sharing the Trio got hammered. None of them ended up recalling a whole lot of that night, Taxi spending most of it dancing and hitting on any guy within earshot, Zaxi partying a bit -too- hard and passing out fairly early in, and Bixi spending most of it giggling like a madwoman and being an annoyance.

Bixi did end up remembering one thing by the time she groggily woke up the next morning, though, albeit faintly. The bar was full of people, and the various lights cast all kinds of shadows and glimmers alike across the room, but even with that, she could've sworn she counted one extra shadow; a shadow that looked fairly normal, though oddly sharper than the others, but didn't seem to have anybody connected to it. She ultimately chalked it up to a bad case of double-vision, though.

#once upon a witchlight #once upon a witchlight fanfic

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fanfictiongreenirises · 4 months ago

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20 questions for writers

thank you @60sec400 for tagging me!! 🫶🫶

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

169, but it'll be 170 when works are revealed for an exchange i'm in :D

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,162,091. It makes me a little bit insane to think about it

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I tend to hop every once in a while, but I've written the most for DC comics, and now I'm mostly writing for The Untamed/Modao Zushi.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Antonym of Philtre

Modus Tollens

deep roots (are not reached by the frost)

Ringing

if the stars we used to wish on (disappear into the night)

(ngl, apart from deep roots and stars, it's insane that some of these fics are so high up here. these are like random one shots i spent v little time editing or plotting, and i have no idea what it is about fics like philtre or ringing that made them so much more popular than other fics that i spent much more time on 😂)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try my best to! If it's a fic I've posted recently I really try to reply to every single comment, but i read over every single comment i get

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably Rectilinear Motion. if you click into this, please read the tags before continuing. i've got a fic where i do kill nightwing, and this is far worse

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lmao i honestly have no idea. probably one of my smut fics

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. I think the harshest comment I've received would be bitchy or passive aggressive at most

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but I have no idea how to answer the what kind 😂

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not really? The only xover I've written was probably my Johnny Storm/Peter Parker/Dick Grayson fic but it's not something I typically do

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

hiding from @sassydefendorflower. i've done a few round robins that were posted, which were a lot of fun, and aurora and I started a fic together that i was terrible at delivering my end of 😭

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

this is so hard to answer 😭 i bounce between ships and characters and am too much of a multishipper to really have one ship i love above all others

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

💀 like all of my DC ones lmao. fossiled is definitely one i haven't ever thought about finishing. and my fic with aurora is probably something i'll never really complete even though i'd really like to, like i'd have to mentally go back to how i saw batfam three years ago and it's not something i can easily do. i keep trying to update deep roots but it's been two years now and past me didn't leave any outline notes for the ending, and the stress of trying to write something satisfying for me, true to the story, and satisfying for readers who've waited this long (the stats on that fic make me v stressed lmao) is one of the biggest hurdles

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think i've gotten pretty good at little self-contained one shots. if you give me a prompt i can smash it out even if i have no personal interest in the story. and i like to think that i've gotten somewhat good at casefics, given how much i like writing and reading them

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i'm always down for it! definitely no italisicing, though. i've been reading fic whose source material is chinese for long enough that now it annoys me so much to see italics for words in other languages in published books. i love stuff like mouse-over translations, but it's also fun to keep the reader guessing, and having them either go translate it themselves or just not entirely understand what's being said. there are a handful of published books i've read where you just can't translate some of the stuff, and it makes for a fun reading experience!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

chronicles of narnia! i deleted that fic before it even saw the light of my bedroom though lmao. the first fandom i posted fic for was hamilton

20. Favourite fic you've written?

i've written way too much to choose from, or even remember 😅 i really love please do not stand or wait in this area, one of my hardy boys fic, and i recently reread deep roots and found that it actually is pretty good. i'd also say that Whipped! By Zidian's Master, And Other Erotic Tales is my current favourite

tagging (no pressure <3): @sassydefendorflower @dottie-wan-kenobi @they-reap-what-we-sow @twilightarc-gm

#ty for tagging me!! this was rly fun to do!!#tag games #long post #about me

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fattybattysblog · 9 months ago

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Questions for Writers - Character Edition

Thanks for the tag @axolotlsupremacyowo

We're gonna be tagging a lot of the same people, lol.

@bleepbloopbotz @udaberriwrites @mrsmungus @sliebman10 @tsunderesalty @0nelittlebirdtoldme @mikaharuka @oceangirl24 @lena-hills @kayedium-writes @bees-and-sunshine @danceswithdarkspawn!

Now to the questions.

🌹 Who is your favorite character? And why?

I have a lot of favorites, it really just depends which fandom. I'll go with Katakuri for now. He's a real big guy, a real cool fight, and I love his wacky ass Mochi powers. His voice is rad, his character is interesting, and he has a sweet relationship with his sister.

🌹 Go to all your works on AO3, and on the filters side bar, click the drop-down arrow for “Characters.” Who are your top 5 most written characters?

Reader (27)

Original Female Character (18)

Original Male Character (17)

Original Character (6)

Nanami Kento (4)

🌹 What characters do you wish you wrote more?

Any? Hahaha, I mostly write for OCs as you can see, but I should write for more canon characters to balance it out. I mean, there will be a ton more Nanami Kento once I get some of my long standing WIPs out of the way.

🌹 Which characters do you think you write well?

I think I write the Kirby gang pretty well. And it seems I have a knack for Kuro (One Piece) if my comments are anything to go off of.

🌹 Which characters do you think you could improve on writing?

The majority of them. Especially the villain characters I really like. Zant, Sephiroth, hell I doubt I would write Katakuri too well either.

🌹 What character did you at first hate/dislike, but then grew to like/love?

I didn't like Gojo at first. I thought he was annoying, but he grew on me real fast which I hate so much. Why do I have to like characters in JJK??? That just spells disaster.

🌹 Which character did you immediately like/love the moment you saw them?

Nanami. I only saw clips of him and I was in love. Same with Katakuri. He was so cool I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

🌹 Which character voice do you have the most fun writing?

I love writing in the NME Salesman's voice right now. He is very insincere and casual and it's fun to make him a smarmy asshole.

🌹 What character voice do you have the least fun writing?

Uhm... I don't often pick to write for anyone who I dislike, but I guess if I had to pick it'd be... anyone who has a very specific voice I have to focus on formatting right. Like Queen (Deltarune), Spamton by extension, people with accents as their main quirk, so on.

🌹 Which character do you feel like you’re the most similar to?

It's hard to say. I don't know myself very well. I said I was a lot like Kasumi Miwa from JJK back when I did that art meme. I still think so for the most part.

🌹 Which character do you feel like you’re the least similar to?

Anyone who is crazy confident in themselves or smart because I am neither, haha.

🌹 Quick! Pick a character and then have them make an AITA post on Reddit, why did they make it and are they the asshole?

I'm gonna use that AITA bot that was on Reddit once. I wanna see what it makes.

This one is from Katakuri cuz I thought it'd be funny if he went to Reddit after his fight.

AITA for Not Following Orders as a Lieutenant of the Big Mom Pirates?

I (48M) need some perspective here. I'm a high-ranking member of the Big Mom Pirates, serving as one of the Sweet Commanders under Big Mom herself. Recently, I found myself in a bit of a moral dilemma and I'm not sure if I handled it correctly.

What happened is, Big Mom ordered me to take out the Straw Hat Pirates, who were causing chaos on our territory. I'm known for my loyalty and strength, but something about this didn't sit right with me. Despite knowing the consequences, I couldn't bring myself to attack them without a fair fight. Instead, I chose to confront their captain one-on-one to test their strength and see if they were truly a threat.

Long story short, they proved themselves worthy opponents, and I ended up letting them go. Now, Big Mom is furious with me for disobeying her orders and potentially jeopardizing our crew's reputation. She sees it as a sign of weakness, but I can't shake the feeling that it was the right thing to do.

Some of my crewmates are calling me a traitor and saying I should've prioritized loyalty over my personal beliefs. Others are praising me for showing honor and integrity in battle.

Am I the A-hole for not following orders as a lieutenant of the Big Mom Pirates, or did I do the right thing by standing up for what I believe in?

Personally, he's not the asshole. Maybe he'd get an ESH landslide.

#tag game #fanfiction tag game #writers tag game #writers question #fanfic tag game

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whatever-you-can-give-me · 11 months ago

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20 Question Fic Writer Tag

@madnessmadness tagged me in this like a month ago and i never saw it until now whoops. functional hellsite

How many works do you have on AO3? 311!

What is your AO3 word count? 628,514

What fandoms do you write for? currently, trigun!

What are your top five fics by kudos? #1 is a Lucifer TV fic from five years ago that i put very little effort into but it's the main ship for a show that was very popular at the time so it haunts me. #2, #4, and #5 are good omens collab fics <3 #3 is for reasons wretched and divine, as it deserves

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i respond to comments from whatever my current fandom is, and sometimes the fandom before it. and then trigun kind of took off and i kind of took off within trigun fandom and then i posted a fic every day for a month so now i have a backlog of. 68 comments. whoops. i'll get to it!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? excluding things where i play around with canonical angst, hmm. very few people actually read my cowboy bebop fics, and statistics show i am the only person who liked the doomed live action show, but we never had a choice but to give up is a very fun & rather dark au of a specific moment from the live action show.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i'm a fan of happy endings in general, recently it's and i would give all this and heaven too which is essentially a Fix It With Vampires fic.

Do you get hate on fics? not so much anymore, but it has happened. honestly when trigun took off i expected more bullshit from people.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? i do, when i'm in the mood for it. usually feelingsy smut with trans characters, or some moderately weird kinky shit. usually both at the same time.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? not really a crossover fan, per say. i think too hard about the details.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? hopefully not!

Have you ever had a fic translated? yes!

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? i wouldn't be the writer i am today without @irisbleufic mentoring me by way of several collabs in the good omens fandom years ago.

What's your all-time favourite ship? that's a hard one. i'm going to go with the wildcard option and say elendira/razlo. they're everything to me.

What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will? i'm not jinxing myself like that.

What are your writing strengths? i'm very technically skilled, i know all the tools and tricks that make Good, Proficient Writing, and some part of that transcends what feels like rote skill-building to me into some kind of style.

What are your writing weaknesses? plot. i'm not a plot guy, most of the time.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? as a monolingual schlub, neutral. i get why people do it, especially for multilingual authors, but it's a bit clunky/immersion-breaking to have to open google translate or click to a footnote. also Random Spanish (For Romance!) makes me cringe.

First fandom you wrote for? ...anne of green gables. i have no idea if the notebook i wrote it in still exists anywhere but i clearly remember writing something about anne and....... gilbert? i think is his name?

Favourite fic you've ever written? i already mentioned for reasons wretched and divine, which is tied with nobody said it was easy. both projects made me a better writer, and i love both fics dearly.

tagging anyone who wants to do it!

#trigun fic #this reminds me there's an end of year writing retrospective i want to yoink from a friend's dreamwidth

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mikumanogi-blog · 2 years ago

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2023-01-18 “C→G→Am→Em→F→C→F→G #TereBlog” ENG

Hello, I’m Teresa

Thank you for opening my blog once again （＾‐＾）

Currently I don’t know how long this blog will be but please read until the end 🤜🏻😵‍💫｡ﾟ

Well then let’s go

The little bit of red sunlight as the sun is setting 🌅🤍

Click, a beautiful picture with Aya.

Recently I haven’t had the opportunity to see the setting sun and so being able to see it was refreshing.

C→G→Am→Em→F→C→F→G is the cord progression of a canon.

I don’t know anything about music but… living 20 years, the keyboard of a piano was really heavy and I couldn’t push down the keys and the music teacher laughed at me, and so the only song that I have in my repertoire is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

During the recording of New Nogizaka Star Tanjou! I saw the chord progression of the song Iroha and Io-chan played on the guitar. I wanted to know the true magical secrets of their guitar playing skills, and so I looked it up.

Apparently there are a lot of songs that use the canon chord progression. Even the song “chis ana koi no uta’ ‘Ito’ that we sang on New Nogizaka Star Tanjou have it. I was reminded of ‘Tsubasa wo kudasai’ from the last scene of Evangelion: 2.0.

There are probably Nogizaka songs that use the same cord progression, I want to know so I’m going to look it up. If any of you know please let me know.

〜〜〜

The 15th of January was the day of our national online meet and greet

ﾆｷﾞ( ◜ᴗ¯)🤝🏻(¯ᴗ◝ )ﾆｷﾞ

This time I was put together with Saa-chan and Iroha in the same lane 🤍

For some reason Ikeda was like a top batter.

The people who were had Satsuki-chan and Iroha oshimen towels I welcomed like I was a cast member at Disneyland (*ˊᵕˋ*)ﾉ"

In a small corner of my heart I was hoping for some Ikeda ones? Is what I thought and so I hope that my feelings of gratitude and love were conveyed to everyone that came.

It was only after I started working as an idol that I’ve been able to understand how hard it is to keep the people you love loving you （´-`）.｡oO

The reason that Hii-chan pulled me away from the fixed camera was because of this darn fruit sandwich🍓

The 15th of January is strawberry day, and so I had one as a snack. Harassho

Playing Othello with Hii-chan the other day I got into a really good spot, I was so close to winning and…? Due to a connection error the game was void. Tears, tears.

I’ll definitely win next time! ！٩(´･ω･`)وおー！！！

She realized the lipstick that I got as a present recently and gave me one! ( ᵒ̴̶̷̤◦ᵒ̴̶̷̤ )I’m so glad

Oh that’s right. I’ve recently been thinking of a slogan 𓈒𓂂𓏸💭

Teresa-panda hakken! I still like but also don’t

🤍Love me Teresa! 😳😳😳

🤍Ike-daisuki Tere-rabu

🤍Anpan Shokupan Terepan! ( 'ч' )ﾓｸﾞﾓｸﾞ

Who thinks↑are great?

If you have any good ones I want you to let me know in the comments, I’ll also happily accept them during the meet and greets as well 🤲🏻⸒⸒

I’m going to try my hardest at making a slogan ( ｰ`д��´)ｷﾘｯ

I’m always researching movies and music

When I read through the comments I always imagine that ‘when you’re not with me do you think about this, do you think about that’. After that I thought wouldn’t it be great if we could always be together.. But next week there is the individual meet and greet, and for the next three weeks in a row I’ll be able to speak with all of you directly!!! It’s going to be such a wonderful time 😭

Until we meet then （◝𖥦◜）

〜〜〜

Here are the tv shows I am participating in📺

“Kotoge Eiji no nante Bi da!”

Every Tuesday at Midnight!

This week’s topic is “carvings and sculptures”

The sculptures that I’m most familiar with are stone busts. There are also big fully body sculptures but I’m always scared that they’ll fall over… sweats. During an earthquake they all held down… 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

Every time I’m on ‘Nante bi da!” the outfits are super cute （///＞-＜///）

Even at the meet and greet some people come to the meet and greet and say “I wore what Ikeda was wearing!” and every time they do I feel glad that I got to wear those clothes.

If I never joined Nogizaka I think I would live my life wearing a track suit and it reminds me of how happy I am that my world has expanded.

I’ve come to realize recently how much I like big collar tops.

However I’m still more jealous of what others wear compared to myself😤😠😡💢

Also on the previous ‘slogan/catch phrase’ episode coming up with catch phrases for other people has become my addiction

For example… “aya can live as this countries little sister” ( •ω- )ﾊﾟﾁｯ

I think that she has the ability to open the eyes to everyone of the country to be her big brother and big sister. Ichinose Mikuu-chan remembers giving birth to her but… sweats, but the incredible aya still has that daughter energy.

But in reality I’m the oldest of all of the 5th generation members aren’t I, but I’m just Aya’s miso soup.

“Nogizaka Under Construction”

Every Sunday at midnight!

Last week was the b grade news episode.

I couldn’t really say anything (regretfully) but I still appeared ☺️

Hyacinth…Hyashinoki…I can’t get it out of my head……….

Kuromi-san was really concerned about the 5th generation members. Even recently “How are you” is something she must say like how you’re body won’t feel refreshed if you don’t bathe properly.

Kuromi-san was seated next to Kaki-san, speaking of which I think she’s also like a mantis

I’m a pillbug and so I need to be weary of being eaten by a predator (ᵒ̴̶̷‪-ᵒ̴̶̷ )

It’s ok, there are no 5th generation members that have their name end in ‘ka’ so I can be at ease

(TL Note: Ka 蚊 means mosquito so I think that is what she is getting at)

“Kanari no top me toreru Kana?” Every second week on Saturdays at midnight!

Ikeda will appearing on January the 28th.

I’m looking forward to wearing with Nakada Kana-san for the first time 🀄🤍

“New Nogizaka Star Tanjou!”

Every Monday at 25:29-25:59!

On the previous episode our guest was Tsuruku Masaharu-san!

We sang Checker-san’s “Kanashikute jealousy” 🤙🏻🤍

The coreo was very cute and comical, I really liked it (*´`*)

Because of this recording I found out that Checkers songs repeat excessively! I really like the part in Kanashikute Jealousy when the sax comes in.

I was really shocked when I heard that this song came out in 1984( °_° )

It’s well refined and cool… I didn’t think this was a song that came out 40 years ago, sometimes tastes are ahead of their time.

We also got to wear Checkers-san’s trademark outfit of checkered clothes!

I really love this outfit （◜𖥦◝ ）︎💓I looks good if we’re all wearing checkered outfits, the beret hat was also cute! Please make sure to CHECK out the styling 🤲🏻⸒⸒

On next week’s episode their will be a special project! For two weeks in a row we will be holding a NogiStar Uta Gassen 👊( ¨̮💪)

The guests will be the 4th generation members!!!

I’ll be performing Candies-san’s “Heart no ace ga detekonai” ♥️🃏

4th generation members: Endo Sakura-san, Shibata Yuna-san, Tsutsui Ayame-san.

5th generation members: Kuu-chan and Aya and me, it’ll be a collaboration performance with the senior members!

This will be the first performance of a Candies songs since May’s “Hohoemi Gaeshi”!

I hope I’m able to show how much I’ve grown since then, I’m going to do my best 🍬

〜〜〜

An introduction of the magazine’s Ikeda has been in:

“BOMB” February issue

The country’s little sister Aya and I are in it!

On sale January 7th!

The 4th generation Member Tamura Mayu is on the front cover 🛸

Here is a behind the scene’s picture

Balance

The ginkgo trees here are really beautiful and they’re almost like a rug!

Do you see a cute little sister and her big sister in this shot? I wonder if you can see it… (..)

Opinions on the magazine, I was praised a lot on Aya’s caricature (#^.^#) The parts to pay close attention to are the dignified eyebrows and the triangular mouth! I used Kuuppi pencils for the first time in 10 years.

“20 ±SWEET 2023 JANUARY”

On sale Friday January the 13th (ˆ꜆ . ̫ . ).ᐟ.ᐟ

There were many people I saw bring it to the meet and greet on the 15th.

I wore a smart stylish retro furisode and a mature knit one piece 💐

This was my first time wearing a kimono for a photo shoot and I was really nervous but because I was in the care of B.L.T who did the 5th generation member publication in September I was able to feel relaxed (●︎´▽︎`●︎)

Here’s an offshoot of me on the move🐙

A fluffy Teresa wearing a Furisode + down jacket + shawl, the wind by the shore felt really good.

While wearing the furisode I rode a bike, sprinted on the beach while flying a kite, the camera man and the staff ran with me while constantly taking picture after picture while I was running 三/ ˙꒳˙)/

It was a lot of fun

The blue sky was spread out above us and the sea was sparkling more than usual.

〜〜〜

Music I’ve been listening to recently

“Dai zero kan”

This song has been on repeat ever since I watched the SLAM DUNK movie ⛹💨

That reminds me, a long time ago during practice matches there were schools that would play music when they were up. It definitely increases performance doesn’t it! I wish we did that.

“Taiyou no Hana”

Honna Yoko-san’s voice is one that I really like ( *´꒳`*)

The gentle melody from the guite also really soothes you

“My graduation”

I often heard it said that the hook of the song makes you feel good when you listen to it!

I really like SPEED-san’s styling, it reminds me a little bit of NewJeans.

I think right now Y2K is popular, by popular I mean it’s going around, I hope that one day I feel nostalgic enough for the popular things of the younger generation 〜(ノд-｀)

〜〜〜

💌Q&A corner

🐇What’s your favorite muscle?

(Blog name: Kokumin no Otouto)

🤍Hamstrings! They look so delicious ( ´ ཫ ` )

My least favorite muscle is trapezius muscle

🐇When did you have your biggest growth spurt?

(Blog name: Yamori)

🤍There’s no way I was even 150cm when I entered Middle School… I can’t believe I grew like 15cm in my 6th year! I think I grew the most in Middle School, the 160cm barrier is huge |🐽・)ｼﾞｰ

When I was in middle school I was always in the ranking for the third shortest and now, somehow, I’m one of the 3rd tallest. I’ve grown! (≧∀≦)

🐇I have the ultimate date plan! You know about the all night movie theatre right, you watch movies there late into the night!!! It only cost 2500 yen!! Let’s go!!

(blog name: Denshi Renji)

🤍You know Denji, I always thought his name was short for Denshi Renji.

I mumble incomprehensibly when I sleep, and it’s really annoying (other members told me) so wake me up if I fall asleep ✋🏻

🐇Who’s beside you right now? Do you have a recent story of Oogawa Aya?

(Blog name: Sarari toshita Sarariiman)

🤍I’m lonely on my bed writing my blog alone (..)

The country’s little sister Aya-chanman, yesterday she stacked 46 pancakes in a game, I can cook pancakes at least 🥞

🐇Teresa-chan what’s a food that you suddenly want to eat?

(Blog nam,e: chibimashiko)

🤍Meat

I want to go to Churrasco one day🥓🥩🍗🍖

🐇I recently took a mock exam just like a real one, in the morning and afternoon I had an hour to spare, in cases like that what do you do Teresa-chan?

If you have a food that you always eat before a practice test or an actual test what is it! Or give me your recommendation!

(blog Name: Tsuribori)

🤍It would probably be napping 😪😴💤

Supplying me with sugar makes me sleepy so I’m not sure.. the people around me had Ramune!

🐇Was the green cardigan that Iketya was wearing for Nogisatsu itchy? I like the color so I was interested!

(blog name: i)

🤍It wasn’t itchy but it was airy and fluffy ( ♡_♡ )

I’m currently in the process of adding more greenish clothes🕊‪🌱

🐇Please tell me your recommended way for getting over the cold. I’d be happy if you were to respond💗

(blog name: kuri gohan)

🤍I recommend getting leg warmers

Last year I stayed in a gorge and it was so cold that I thought I was going to die but when I wore my leg warmers (this is what I wanted to say…!) is when I wore them.

I also recommend ear muffs, a scarf to go around your neck is good too 👂🏻"

🐇Tere usa-chan if you were to have any Nogizaka Member model for a wood carving who would you get? Senior member, 5th generation member ect…

(Blog name: Kingdom)

🤍That’s a tough one…( -᷅"-᷄ )

Making a sculpture of Kubo Shiori-chan would be the most trouble-free to get through! Her dance and cheek lines look really smooth💭

🐇Which is better individual or national meet and greets?

(Blog name: Live mint)

🤍I wonder which one has more regulars? Is what I think unconsciously then get sad, would you be mad if I said come to as many as you can? (ᵒ̴̶̷‪-ᵒ̴̶̷ )

🐇I always plan to say something every time we talk but Teresa-chan is so cute I always forget everything, suk…is what it becomes, is this because of the Tereru disease?

(blog name: Naruhodo)

🤍hmmmmm, this seems like a really severe case. Let’s gets you an injection yay yay 💉💉💉 ´-

🐇Nikuman, anman, pizzaman, out of these three which do you like most??

(Blog name: Nikki)

🤍You don’t even need to ask, meat of course it’s meat

Recently on New Nogizaka Star Tanjou! Live in Kobe, the pork bun I ate there was really good 😋I wonder where it came from…Go ask Io-chan

🐇What is your favorite drawing in manga and anime?

(blog name: Curry Rice no Shinseki)

🤍Manga →Togashi Yoshihiro’s works

Anime →Sailor Moon

When it comes to anime I really like cell animation(ᵒ̴̶̷‪-ᵒ̴̶̷ )

🐇Do you treasure and carry your fortune? Or do you tie it up at the shrine? Last year I put mine in my wallet and when I finally took it out of my wallet I felt like I really worked hard last year and it felt really good 😊

(Blog name: Takosu)

🤍If I get excellent luck then I’ll take it home with me! If not in order to make it excellent luck I tie it up and go home. When it comes to fortune slips I also put them in my wallet, sometimes when I see it I’ll open it up and read it but I’m never sure on how I should say goodbye to it…

🐇Bread is bread but which bread is best? 🍞、🥐、🥖

(blog name: Nikoyaka)

🤍The soft parts in French Bread

Rather than fluffy or crumbly I prefer a strong doughy texture.

🐇Teresa-chan if you were to live the world of any manga or movie which one would you like to live in?

(blog name: Negative Samurai)

🤍The world of Harry Potter! When I was in elementary school I wanted to attend Hogwarts(ᵒ̴̶̷‪-ᵒ̴̶̷ )

I don’t think I would like to live in the world of Attack on Titan or Evangelion…

🐇Have you ever played any RPGs?? 🌳⚔️🛡Is there are game that you’ve been wanting to try recently? 🎮📺

(blog name: Mikan omikuji)

🤍Is Undertale an RPG? I want to try it but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to clear a boss :( ;´꒳`;)

I was addicted a RPG called Dera Quest, the hero’s name is Teretsa (3 characters)

🐇Teresa-san is there something that you wish you could do forever? →I’m going to guess! Sleeping!! Lol

(blog name: Karashi/renkon)

🤍Corrrrrrrrrect!

So let’s sleep together（ ֊ ̫ ֊）

🐼Tere-pan, if you could name a new panda in Japan what would you call it?

(blog name: Nekofunjyaata)

🤍Teretere

🐇Recently your family got a dog but if you were to live with any animal while you are living by yourself what anime would you buy? Or are you the type that likes to be alone?

(blog name: Terepin oiru)

🤍I don’t wanna be alone anymoreeeeeeeeee😭

I really want to get a dog, a big one!

🐇ONLY TERESA!!! Out of all the 5th generation members you’re the only person I wanted to see and support and so I applied for the birthday live and didn’t win a single ticket 🥺Can you make aʃʃ( ´👁∀👁` )ﾉ゛ﾖｼﾖｼ for me

(blog name: oo! Kamiyo)

🤍Please love me more (●´^｀●)

In other words please come see me

There there

🐇Winter is really dry and it makes my skin rough, Teresa, do you have any way of overcoming this?

(blog name: Iwashimizu)

🤍Moisturizing is important! Make sure to have Vaseline with you when you go out, you can use it both your lips and your finger tips (*´³`*)

Apparently puckering does the opposite and dries out your lips so be careful

🐇Are you fussy when it comes to people giving you food?

(blog name: Bonjour)

🤍Recently I’ve been addicted to eggs, things like tamago kake gohan🍚🍳 𓈒𓂂𓏸

I like it when the yolk has a deep color to it is what I thought but apparently that has nothing to do with how fresh it is but it changes based on what the chicken ate.

When the yolk (is this really yolk?) is an egg that I really want to try!

🐇After eating something sweet I find myself craving something salty…what should I do? Lol

(Blog name: Hachimitsu ni mitarashi ni satoshoyu)

🤍The other day when I was eating French toast Satsuki-chan said the same thing. I told her “why don’t you try licking salt”

The current kind of popular thing for the 5th generation members is Truffle salt

You can buy it at the supermarket, Hii-chan brought it to our Christmas party and when we tried it we really liked it. Iroha has it with chicken.

🐇What kind of hairstyle did you have for you coming of age ceremony? I want to use it as a reference for when I participate in the ceremony!

(Blog name: yumeyume)

🤍I asked for a side bread with the long side hanging beside my face ⸜🌷︎⸝‍

As an accessory the hair and make up stylist said that a flower would suit it and so they chose one for me, the big point is the lively braids!

🐇Are you type of person that invites members out or that gets invited out?

(Blog name: GIGABYTE)

🤍I’m a longer

When I go out with Aruno and Hii-chan…before I know it there are a pair of chopsticks in front of me.

🐇For the 20±SWEET when you were doing the kite flying, were you able to do it right away? 🪁

(Blog name: Shitsurei, mamimamita)

🤍This is very difficult………..:( ;´꒳`;)

On the day of the shoot the weather was really good, clear blue skies, but since the weather was so good there was no wind.

I sprinted as hard as I could on the sandy beach and I ran until I was so tired I couldn’t run anymore but because I’m so slow the kit never lifted off the ground.

Finally the staff managed to get it in the air and they gave it to me and I started running ε=ε=ε=┌( '-' )┘

🐇Do you prefer checkers or stripes?

(blog name: Tereyaki niku! Jyuu Jyuu💭)

🤍I like to wear checkered clothes, but I think I wear more stripped clothes. Ikeda’s usual casual clothes are plain….

🐇Let’s fail some courses!!!

1, Teresa- 🍞meet and greet was so fun!! Is it ok if I go again?? 🥺

2, For breakfast do you prefer 🍞or 🍚?

(Blog name: Kanneru tere ojisan)

🤍Please do your best at school! Teresa-power injection 💉💦

1, I’ll be waiting (≧∀≦)

Please come and see me soon 🤲🏻⸒⸒

2, I want to say brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrread… but I’m Teresa-han (rice)

🐇Do you often get confused on when to find a good time to talk to some? I kind of know when it comes to my sister….

(blog name: ???????( ˙-˙ )???????)

🤍The other day I found a time when I asked Aruno which Nogizaka MV they liked and the MV they like is….a secret but I’m super glad that we like the same thing

THE END!

〜〜〜

The other day I watched the documentary of the third generation members of Sakurazaka46-san. Watching it reminded me a lot of when I took the 5th generation member auditions.

At the same time, both then and now I realized my feelings hadn’t changed. At that time I was desperately pursing the goal of become a member of Nogizaka46, and seeing how everyone is so far from the ideal self that I envisioned makes me feel better.

However, since joining Nogizaka through all the jobs I’ve done and through all the care I received from all the staff members and with the help of the others I’ve been appearing alongside I believe they’ve given me a lot of strength.

More than anything, if I didn’t debut nobody would know about us but it is thanks to the fans who found me and cheered for ne is how I are currently being supported. If the fans weren’t here, I wouldn’t be anywhere close to where I are now.

I currently have nothing.

Even when compared to the other members there is so much I can’t do. I can’t dance or sang, I can’t even talk to the senior members (seeing the other 5th generation members getting close to the senior members gets me down) I don’t have many redeeming qualities, I know not having confidence isn’t good but I can’t help it.

However the reason I can be proud is because of my fans. The reason I can be confidence is because I’m cared for by all of these amazing people. Thank you all so very much.

Within all of the help I’ve been given, I need to work a little harder so I can repay all of you. I’m going to keep doing my best.

Let’s meet again, I love you all

23.01.18 #Terepan blog #25 (I’m going to give your heart a zukkyun and make it niko niko, otherwise I’ll Tere-punch it 🤜🏻😵‍💫｡ﾟ)

https://www.nogizaka46.com/s/n46/diary/detail/101065?ima=5630

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f10werfae · 3 years ago

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My Spoilt Girl☁️

Pairing: Rich CEO! Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 719

Fluff/implied smut

Summary: Chris loves spending money on his girl, even if it means he’ll end up spending more in future

Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

(This one is pretty short but it’s how im starting off the Christmas season☺️)

⌌⊱⇱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰⌍ ⌌⊱⇱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰⌍

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Laying on my stomach on the bed I skimmed through multiple websites, finding pretty dresses and glamorous jewellery, each find ending up in my shopping basket.

“That would look so beautiful on you princess” I heard a husky voice say behind me, feeling a muscular body over me. Turning my head back I saw my boyfriend Chris straddling my back, his lips capturing mine in a sensual kiss.

“Hmm, I don’t know, it seems a bit pricey bub” I said finally turning back to my laptop, the sparkly blue gown showing a price of $750.

“Lucky for you baby, I love spoiling my girl” Chris said, his hand on top of mine on the mouse, clicking the basket button and hitting pay.

“Babe, you know I hate it when you spend money on me” I squirmed turning over under his built frame, now facing him with the laptop long forgotten.

“Yes but what else would I spend my money on?”

“I don’t know maybe something useful bub-“

“If it makes my love happy then it’s useful” He said bluntly, leaning down placing a sloppy open mouthed kiss on my lips.

“Now give me your laptop and i’m going to every site you’ve been on and buying your basket”

“But-“

“No buts, hand over the laptop”

Chris moved over to beside me, taking the laptop onto his lap while I cuddled into his side.

He spent a good 30 minutes going through my recent tabs, going onto my recent shopping sites and buying everything without a second glance.

Deciding to just leave him to it, I ended up walking to the kitchen to get a snack, heading back quickly so he wouldn’t overspend even though he already had.

“Babe what do you think about this set? I think it’d suit you” Chris asked me when I got into the room, confused I looked over to the screen,

“When was I on the Victoria Secret site?”

I don’t remember being on the Victoria Secret site, especially not recently.

“Yeah I know, but sitting here made me realise how many of your lingerie sets i’ve ripped to shreds, so I wanna treat you to some new ones”

“New ones that you’re also gonna rip” I smirked going back to his side, feeling him chuckle before saying, “Yeah exactly”

(Time Skip to a few weeks later)

Sitting on the sofa, I started to open the massive parcel I had received minutes ago. Walking into the kitchen I grabbed a pair of scissors and started slicing the box open.

“What came in the mail bubba?” Chris asked throwing his keys onto the table, sitting himself next to me.

“Not a clue hun, it might be the stuff we ordered a while ago, you know when you went crazy”

“Hey I did not go crazy, I was simply treating my lovely girlfriend”

Not replying, I pulled out the first piece of clothing I saw, only to pull out a see through lace bra with matching underwear. Holding it up, I felt a bit shy, Chris had now wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Looks like OUR parcel has arrived babe” He said emphasising the 'our' causing us both to laugh.

“Why dont ya bring this box upstairs and give your man a show, yeah?” He said husky, his face nuzzled into my neck, feeling him breathe my scent in deeply with his beard tickling me.

Not having the words to reply I just nodded, standing up with the box tucked under my arm I walked upstairs, feeling Chris walking right behind me with occasional swats to my ass.

Walking straight into the bathroom, I put on the first set and it basically hid nothing. Liking what I saw in the mirror, I headed out to the bedroom where Chris sat waiting for me on the edge of the bed.

“What do ya think bub?” I asked twirling for him, feeling a burst of confidence in myself.

“I think you look so sexy, hmm I can’t believe this girl is all mine. Mine to touch and mine to see” Chris said walking over to me taking my waist in his hands, one of his fingers playing with the waistband of the thong

“Although I can’t promise this won’t be ripped to shreds either bubba”

#girlfriend #x reader #boyfriend imagine #fluff #romance #boyfriend #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #imagine #writerscorner #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #rpf #love #chris evans rpf

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arcticlegend · 2 years ago

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Reading the Comments

Sequel to Star Streamer

Vergil x Streamer!Reader (GN)

(Sadly SFW BUT will probably do a continuation of them making their first video ;D )

❤Enjoy! Don't forget to like and reblog! ❤

It was a fucking miracle. Somehow, you managed to not get your account banned after the most recent and popular fiasco. It had been posted in a few low tier articles and had been spoken about by other creators, but for some unknown reason, you weren’t banned from the platform. One thing you found yourself concerned with were the comments. Sheer panic coursed through your veins when you thought about having to sit in front of your usual audience and think about how they all saw you get fucked by your devilishly, sexy boyfriend.

“Everything okay?” he asked quietly, having sensed that you were dabbling in a fresh roll of inner turmoil.

You turned your chair to face him, feeling the worry clench in your throat.

“I was supposed to stream today, but… I’m a little nervous about what they’re going to say. I couldn’t even read the comments from the last one.”

He made his way to your side in a few strides and held out his hands for you to take, pulling you up from your seat to wrap his arms around you. Holding your head against his firm chest, he rocked back and forth gently.

“You worry over nothing, Dearest.”

Vergil had his own way of communicating, saying few words with many meanings or more unsaid words attached. You could feel that he wasn’t just telling you to not to worry. If those people were truly your fans and really enjoyed your work, one little mistake like this wouldn’t deter them from watching you. After all, they didn’t even see you naked really… most of it was Vergil’s coat or the back of his head as he eagerly tasted you in front of thousands of people… shit…

“I know… I’m sorry.”

You held him closer and he kissed the top of your head and though he didn’t respond, you knew he wanted to chastise you for apologizing.

“I guess I’ll hop on… there’s no way I can read the chat…”

Reluctantly, you pulled away, sitting back down in your chair to face the screen-the screen that filled your dreams (or nightmares) with horror and anxiety. Here goes nothing…

You tapped the mouse, clicking on the streaming icon to see the slew of messages. It made your heartrate pick up, made sweat begin to bead at your forehead while your mouth went dry. It was like your face just started to suck the moisture out of your mouth.

“Calm yourself, Dear. We can read it together if that will ease your concerns. I’m right here.”

“Thank you. I’m just really embarrassed by all of this… It’s a lot.”

He set a warm palm on your shoulder, rubbing gently to give you the encouragement you needed to scroll up to read the opinions of your audience.

GeigarCounter: oH MY GOSH!!!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!

NTtheRSTYTrombone: This is so fucking hot \( ﾟдﾟ)/

BreakNeckBackfill: I wld pay to watch them fuck… If you see this, you should total get an account and make us some content!

“Holy shit, Vergil… This is insane…”

HamsterWhL87: Gross…

dEVilsCrySometimes: ٩(♡ε♡ )۶

turkeySUB777: [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ιοο̲̅)̲̅$̲̅] [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ιοο̲̅)̲̅$̲̅] [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ιοο̲̅)̲̅$̲̅]

iLUVcrepes919191: Damn… Look at him go to town on our angel!!!!

Soldier77zLegs: God… Why is this so steamy bois?????

“They aren’t complaining.”

You sighed and leaned back into your chair, eyes focusing on a hairline crack in your ceiling.

“Some are, though I’m more nervous about the people acting like we should get an account so they can stare at my hot boyfriend.”

He gestured up to the amount of donations you had received after the recent stream, eyes glinting mischievously. What in the hell was he- oh no.

“No, no, no. I am not making a porn account. Why would you want to, anyway?! You would be the last person I would think of doing that!”

A chuckle rumbled in his throat, eyes closed with those cute dimples dipping in his cheeks. It almost made you forget what this conversation was all about.

“It was just a suggestion, my dear. After all, doesn’t Dante need some help with the bills? It would be a great way to make a little extra while showing the world that you’re the only one in my bed.”

So this was supposed to be a power trip thing? Make people jealous that they can’t sleep with him? Eh… the thought made you nervous. Making love was a private thing and having lots of people watch while you do it in real time just for money? Didn’t sound right, but Vergil had a point. It seemed like a great way to make a little extra income to help pay for basic needs as well as treat yourself once in a while all while doing something that you already do on a regular basis.

“I’ll think about it.”

He pressed his warm lips against your cheek, his breath fanning over your face in a delightful way as you kept scrolling.

MACHINEmain: Dam… I wish he’d move! The coats in the way!

PulseRaiser0112: FR FR! MOVE! I WANNA SEE!

WhyRweStillHere: Fuck… I want someone to do that to me

TheBuffetofBees: HIS HIPS U GHHHHH இдஇ

“All of these people are fucking thirsty for you, Verge.” You laughed as you swam through all of the comments talking about various parts of your man that you adored just as much if not more than these people could ever imagine. You’d seen all of him, after all- seen everything in all of its glory. It gave you a sort of confidence knowing that out of all the people Verge could’ve chose, he chose you.

“They’ll just have to stay that way unless you’d have mercy, though you’ll always be mine… just as I’ll always be yours.”

Ugh… he always knew what to say to make you melt.

“I’ll think about it, haha.”

Yeah… maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad gig after all.

#vergil #devil may cry #writing #dmc #dmc vergil #vergil dmc #dmc5 #dmc3 #vergil x reader #sfw

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wakaoujisenhime · 3 years ago

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Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself

#knb headcanons #knb imagines #knb fluff #kuroko no basket x reader #knb x reader #kuroko x reader #kagami x reader #murasakibara x reader #akashi x reader #━𝙺𝙽𝙱 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

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childeaether · 4 years ago

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scholarship.

cw: 18+ only, zhongli/f!reader, professor/student relationships, camgirl au, dragon dildo fuckery

wc: 2.2k

zhongli sighed as he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie with his free hand. he was exhausted. today’s lecture had been a long one, and his class was definitely going to need a curve on this upcoming test grade. he’d tried to help them understand the topic. he’d tried assigning a lighter workload. none of it worked. it was like teaching to a brick wall.

he needed to decompress.

he grabbed his laptop and sat on the couch. there was already a box of tissues and a bottle of lotion on the end table. he’d anticipated this. it had become an obsession recently.

he opened his laptop and typed the url into the search bar.

angelsofteyvat.com

he knew this website well. it had started satiating his cravings at 9 pm every day for the last month. he almost wished he’d never found it.

glazedlily is now live!

right on time.

he quickly clicked on the profile and joined the livestream. and there you were, all dolled up, wearing only your bra and panties. it was a beautiful, light pink lingerie set. you looked stunning. there you were.

his star student.

“welcome to the live, guys!” you said with a smile. he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. he unzipped his dress pants.

“how are we today?”

phoenixrising: good how are you

knightk: horny

rockyalchemist: doing better now

zhongli rolled his eyes as he scrolled through the comments. he hated being associated with these losers. hated that you might see him the way you see them.

lapisrex: been a long day, baby. how are you?

he swore he saw your eyes light up. which made sense. he knew how expensive college was; he was a generous tipper.

“i’m doing okay, lapis! sorry you had a long day. hopefully, tomorrow will be better!” you said. his breath caught in his throat.

knightk tipped $5!

you rolled your eyes. “c’mon, k, i haven’t even done anything yet!” you giggled. you didn’t need to do anything. you could sit there and stare at the camera; you would still get tips. even from zhongli.

but you were a hard worker. he knew that. you were top of his class, for god’s sake.

“so, what are we thinking tonight?”

phoenixrising: do you know how to do self-bondage?

knightk: i need that bra off asap

zhongli already had plans for the night, though.

lapisrex: i know it’s last minute, but are your private sessions open?

he watched you pause as you read the comment, your eyebrows furrowing. fuck. he definitely should’ve asked in advanced.

“hmm.. normally i’d say no, but you are one of my favorites, lapis. how much?”

his heart was beating so fast, he thought it might beat out of his chest.

lapisrex: $1,000. i’m willing to go up.

your jaw dropped in surprise. “well, shit, i can’t say no to that.”

he knew you couldn’t. your next school payment was coming up in a week.

knightk: does that mean ur ending the live??

“sorry, but yeah. love you guys! always! but i could use that money. so, unless you guys can do better...”

knightk: $1,010

rockyalchemist: $1,500

zhongli rolled his eyes. as if he could be outbid by these randos.

lapisrex: $2,000

he watched as your eyes widened. just like a deer, frozen by approaching headlights.

“okay, that’s enough!” you said. “lapis, the private session is all yours. sorry, you guys! i’ll see you for the next one!”

before anyone else could comment, you ended the live. a bright red notification flashed on his screen as he received your message.

glazedlily has invited you to video chat!

he joined almost immediately, only pausing to make sure his webcam and microphone were both disabled. he couldn’t risk you finding out. it would ruin you both.

“hey, lapis!” you said happily, clasping your hands together. “it’s our first private session! are you excited?”

he was practically levitating.

lapisrex: very.

you grinned as you read the message. “alright, well, what are you feeling tonight?”

he was feeling many things. guilt, arousal, infatuation-

lapisrex: can i see what kind of dildos you have?

“of course! give me just a sec.” you stood and walked off camera. he heard shifting for a moment, and then you returned with a box about the size of your lap.

“okay, so we’ve got a few,” you said as you shifted through the toys, “what size were you thinking?”

lapisrex: the biggest you have

you giggled, and your smile lit up his laptop screen. “well, aren’t you confident?” you teased.

he was.

“the biggest one i have... it’s a little unconventional,” you said sheepishly, a blush dusting your cheeks.

you reached into the box and pulled out a big, thick, oddly shaped dildo. it had an orange tip that faded into yellow, and then into a dark brown at the base. but it didn’t look... normal.

oh.

it was a dragon dildo.

“this big guy hardly ever gets any action. his name is orochi,” you said. “it really came with that name. i don’t name my toys.” your laughter made his chest tighten.

and god, your hands were so tiny compared to it. they could barely cover the base. he felt his hand travel to his dick.

“i know it’s kind of fetish-y, though, so if you don’t like it we can try something else.”

and normally, he’d say, no - let’s try something else. don’t fuck yourself with that dragon dildo.

but everything you made him feel surprised him, every time. you looked so beautiful. he’d fantasized countless times about you looking up at him like you were at the camera now, your eyes sparkling, one of your bra straps falling off your shoulder. a dick in your hand. he wanted to pull those lace panties to the side and fuck you senseless.

he wanted to watch you fuck yourself with a dragon dildo.

lapisrex: no, i like it.

the smirk you gave to the camera made his dick twitch.

“wow,” you said, amused. “i didn’t think you’d be so kinky, lapis. you’re always so tame during my lives.”

you made him feel anything but tame. you made him succumb to the most carnal, primal feelings he’d ever known.

“alright, before i lube this fucking monster up, any other requests?”

just one.

lapisrex: can you call me professor?

lapisrex: if you’re comfortable, of course.

you raised your eyebrows. “damn, you are kinkier than i thought, lapis,” you said. “oh, my bad. you’re kinkier than i thought, professor.”

something in him snapped in half. jesus fucking christ. he had dreamed of this. of you on your knees, looking up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. whispering his title. dreamt of whispering back a simple, soft-

lapisrex: good girl.

-before, ideally, fucking your throat.

you reached off camera to grab a small bottle of lube. he watched as you poured some directly on the toy, and then spread it with your hands. he’d never been so jealous of a dildo in his life.

after you’d deemed the dildo lubed enough, you poured a bit on your fingers. you looked shyly into the camera. “just wanna make sure i’m fully prepped,” you said, and reached down to take off your panties-

oh.

he’d dreamt of this, too. of laying you on your back against his desk, reaching up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side. taking his sweet time with you. gently, slowly scissoring his fingers in and out of you, watching your face contort as you refused to look at him. you really could be so shy sometimes.

“okay,” you said finally, positioning yourself above the dildo. he took his cock into his right hand. “here goes nothing.”

he had to stifle the groan that left his throat just watching you sink slowly onto the tip. you bit your lip as you winced, pausing to adjust to the stretch. “sorry,” you panted, “it’s… really big.”

fuck. did you have any idea how fucking sexy you sounded?

lapisrex: don’t apologize, baby. take your time.

you shot the camera an appreciative grin. his heart squeezed.

slowly but surely, you sank yourself all the way down to the base. even with the generous amount of lube, he was impressed. you were a determined girl. it made him want to split you open himself.

“fuck, professor,” you gasped, “i feel so… full.”

he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into his hand. you really had no idea what you did to him.

you leaned back onto your elbows, giving him the perfect view of your pussy, stretched around the base. god, you were so fucking beautiful. “i think i’m ready to start now,” you said. your face was flushed, your eyes already starting to glaze over. he’d seen you like this before, during your lives- but this was so much better. seeing you like this for him was so much better.

you were looking into the camera with those same puppy dog eyes you gave him in class. the same ones that sparkled when he called on you during a lecture. the same ones that looked at him with such adoration as he explained concepts to the class.

you slowly pulled the dildo out by the base before cautiously working it back in. you cringed ever so slightly. he wanted to be there with you. he wanted to stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you adjusted to the feeling.

lapisrex: you’re doing so good, baby. take it slow if you need to.

you whimpered as you continued your gentle thrusts. “thank you, professor,” you said softly. there it was again. that dazed, sinful look in your eye. he knew you liked to be praised long before he found your profile. you always flushed when he complimented your work.

your mouth fell open into a silent moan as you gradually sped up your thrusts. “oh, god, it’s so big,” you groaned, “it feels so fucking good.” you threw your head back as you brought your free hand to your clit, rubbing soothing circles while you increased your speed.

zhongli was fully fucking his hand now, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. you were addicting. with a particularly hard thrust, your back arched, showing off your fucking perfect tits. his mouth was practically watering.

“shit, i’m- i’m close, professor,” you gasped, followed by a whine as you circled your clit faster. his cock ached.

lapisrex: not yet.

you let out a desperate sound, still fucking yourself at the same speed. “please, i can’t- i can’t hold on for much longer,” you cried. “it’s so… intense.” you took your hand away from your clit and brought it to tease one of your nipples.

he wished he could break you down like this every night. you were always so calm, so composed. and so damn smart. it had to be exhausting. he wanted to relieve you of all that stress. to turn you into his pliant, brainless slut- even for just an hour.

“professor, please,” you begged, sending a pulse through his cock. he was getting close, too. he’d been stroking his cock so long his arm was starting to hurt. “please, professor, i can’t-”

lapisrex: why should i let you cum?

lapisrex: do you deserve it?

a pathetic whimper escaped you. “yes, yes, i- i’ve been good professor,” you nearly sobbed. just hearing the desperation in your voice was almost enough to send him over the edge. you were right. you had been so, so good for him.

lapisrex: hmmm.

lapisrex: okay, baby. you’ve been good. you can cum.

you threw your head back and sighed in relief. you returned your hand to your clit and thrust the dildo harshly in and out of you. finally, your toes curled; your back arched. “ohh, fuck,” you groaned loudly, “thank you, professor- thank you, thank you.” you were babbling now, riding out your orgasm as your cunt clenched around the dragon dick. zhongli’s vision blurred as he roughly stroked himself over the edge. he didn’t even bother to muffle the gravelly moan that ripped from his throat.

when he opened his eyes, there was cum all over his hand, and some on his laptop screen. you were on your back, still lazily circling your fingertips over your clit. your legs were shaking.

you looked angelic. he longed to reach out and pull you close, to kiss the top of your head. his heart ached in his chest. he knew what he was doing was wrong. but he couldn’t help himself. you were enchanting, and he was only a man. only another fool in love.

you sat up. “wow,” you breathed, “that was… fucking incredible.” you giggled, clearly fucked out. “thank you, professor. i mean- i guess, lapis, now.”

you carefully dragged the dildo out of you, wincing slightly. “i... i really needed that,” you laughed. “i hope you got your money’s worth, too.”

you were worth the earth, the moon, the stars.

lapisrex: absolutely. you were so good for me.

lapisrex: thank you, baby. i hope we can do this again soon.

the smile on your face was genuine, just like the ones you flashed him during lecture that day. a warmth bloomed in his chest. “of course, lapis! you’re one of my favorites, remember?”

he wanted to be the only one.

“okay, professor, time’s up. i’ll see you again soon.” you smiled one last time into the webcam and then you were gone.

he sighed, leaning back on his couch.

how was he going to look you in the eye on monday.

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