#I’m about to throw hands 👊🏻

[eliphante123]

GAWD imagine if Kaiser’s mom founds out he’s a football player for Bastard München and wants him back only simply because he’s famous or his dad went to him, telling how proud he is despite the abuses he’d done and forgetting that ever happen ☠️

[zeciex]

OMG I’m beginning a countdown for the new chapter, thats how excited I am! ⏰⏳

Now question, I know that Daenera is not the type to get physically violent with someone she hates, but are we ever going to get a moment of her slapping or punching lets say Aegon, one of his goons or Cole? Preferably Cole. Like one of them say something that really ticks her off that she’s like fuck it 👊🏻 it could be post pregnancy like she knows that they cannot retaliate against her because she is expecting.

I just want like any show moment where the boy sees his girl doing something so impressive that theyre so proud.

I wanna see Aemond after watching his wife punching Aegon/one of his goons or Cole and him being like : “That’s my girl😍🥰” or “See, thats why love her!”

Tomorrow is almost here!

Daenera can get physically violent. I mean, we've seen her throw grapes and oranges and apples at Aemond, and she has slapped him, I think? But that's less about... actually hurting him and more about frustration and anger, like she slaps his chest but she's not actually trying to hurt him. There is their tradition of knife against the throat thing tho.

But I wouldn't say it's physical violence the same way of her fucking decking someone. Which, I do believe she's capable of if she's pushed far enough. And Aegon and Cole is most definitely the top contenders for being decked--if she could roundhouse kick them, she totally would. Aegon is more likely to get bitch slapped than decked, and its less likely to happen because of him being the fucking king and all. But Cole? He might me commander/lord hand but Daenera feels bolstered enough by being married to Aemond that she knows she might actually get away with.

We might get a slap between Daenera and Alicent--I mean, I think Alicent deserves a slap AND I think it would make her think twice slapping Daenera again.

Mertha... well.... we have her to contend with for a few more (in world) weeks before Daenera is like 'yeah no, I'm going to fucking nuke your name and honor'

Aemond would be turned on honestly if he saw Dae deck Cole or Aegon, or anyone really (except his mother lol)

[mikumanogi-blog]

2023-07-03 “Bowling” Tereblog #83 [ENG]

An excavated Teresa-panda ι(｀･-･´)つ⛏ 🎳

  Yo!

I’m Nogizaka46’s 5th generation Member Ikeda Teresa, Thank you for coming to read my blog today ჱ̒^^

The last episode of Nogizaka Under Construction was a bowling tournament

 Although Ikeda had no experience of bowling she tried her hand in the preliminary round… and she was easily eliminated (´･_･`) During practice she was able to get one strike, but during the actual event all she could hit was the gutter… The balls were heavy.

 I was shocked at how good Bananaman-san were!! When someone really good at bowling throws the ball down the alley the ball moves so fast and the pins go flying don’t they. (coming from someone who didn’t have enough speed to reach the pins)

That’s why this time I was with the side entertainment cheering… 🥳 Kuromi-san’s Kyosuke Himuro’san’s BOØWY cosplay was super handsome, both Ikeda’s heart and body became like imperial guards ＼(^^)／

I want to practice even more so I can have my revenge next time!

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The Midsummer National Tour 2023 has finally started 🌻🤍

Thank you to everyone that came to Hokkaido for our July 1st and 2nd performance 🐮🍦🍜

 I tried a ponytail hairstyle, I want to be the best person in the world to suit this hairstyle.

MikuIroTere-pan.

 The first stop on the National tour, Hokkaido, was supposed to be cool but it was a very hot live! The second day. Day 2 I did the background narration with Aruno, I’ll be in your care, (｡⊿°」∠)ﾓｯﾓｯ I didn’t flub my words.

 This year from Hokkaido to Okinawa, it really is a cross Japan tour and so I plan to do my best to help Nogizaka deliver summer to you through this National Tour. 👊🏻( ¨̮💪🏻)Let’s do it!!!

I’ll write again.

 Today’s song of  the day →Denen / Tamaki Koji

The other day on a previous blog I wrote about this song and it turns out this is Himura’s go to song for Karaoke, I’m so glad (●︎´▽︎`●︎)❕

 #Tereblog #83 (Anything look delicious when you use the word ‘to protrude or to go over’)

 https://www.nogizaka46.com/s/n46/diary/detail/101608?ima=5739&cd=MEMBER

[dearly-somber]

IN ANOTHER LIFE WE WERE ARSONISTS?? JADE???

HELLO?????

Crying screaming throwing up that is such a good fucking line I’m about to break something—

And not the cliffhanger— istg if they get caught I’m astral projecting to this universe and throwing hands 😡😡😡

Honestly jewelry on men is a personal weakness of mine so the mention of Hoseok’s chain had me reeling

I never expected a rival gang!au from you, but it’s super well (as per usual) and I really really enjoyed it. Thank you to lua for requesting this bc damn we got smt we didn’t know we needed 😔👊🏻

The execution was superb as always, and I’m honestly so intrigued about everything about this universe even though we’ve only seen a glimpse 😭✋🏻

10/10, would become Hobi & Reader’s bodyguard so they can live happily ever after

CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE BABY, here have some flowers 💐

here i come with a humble request 🫡

i was thinking of a hobi + secret relationship trope... maybe smutty too if you're up for it lol 👉🏽👈🏽

can't wait for the drabbles you're gonna write omg 😭🤲🏽

what lua wants, lua gets 🫡 tbh i think this is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written, so tysm for unwittingly setting that stage 🫣

the one where hoseok plays with fire

pairing: degenerate!hoseok x afab!reader type: (d) angst, smut (18+) | wc: 1.6k au: secret/forbidden relationship, rival gangs, romeo & juliet kinda vibes 🤫 cw: acknowledgement of membership in street gangs but just to explain the dynamic (no depictions of gang activity); minor threat (not the band, just the potential consequences of their actions); public (ish?) sex; unprotected p in v penetration; not much in the way of foreplay because i’m operating under a word limit, lol; biting, a lil bit; gratuitous imagery of hoseok wearing chains 🫣 a/n: this popped into my head while listening to $20 by boygenius on reeeeepeeeeaaaaat. def check out this song (and the record!)

There’s a decommissioned junkyard outside of town. It sits within a constellation of run-down warehouses and empty parking lots, and has a gravitational pull all its own. Finding it doesn’t take much, just fifteen minutes on the expressway, two turns at perpetually-blinking traffic lights, and a specific strain of desperation not many will ever know the likes of. It’s desolate and depressing, but despite all that, it’s a sanctuary.

A hill to die on.

You’d spent more time there lately than you’d ever be free to admit. A veritable coffee stain on a map, you’re not sure that its existence on that side street was anyone’s conscious decision. Likewise, you can’t say for certain that the drop of its name would mean anything to anyone. It means everything to you, however, so asking after recognition isn’t a risk you’re willing to take.

You’re risking enough as it is.

As is usually the case, you’re the first to arrive. When you do, you ignore the dirt that kicks up with every step and swirls around your bare ankles; and you keep walking until you reach your usual perch. The bare-bones, American-made t-top sits where it seemingly always has: on cinder blocks. It’s older than you by thirty years or so, but it groans with vigor when you grip hard to the frame, slide your foot over the exposed wheel hub, and hoist yourself onto the hood.

The bare skin on the back of your thighs is chilled instantly by the paint-chipped metal below you. It loses more and more of its smoothness the longer it sits out, exposed to the elements, but then again, so do you. Maybe that’s why this spot is a hard-fought favorite of yours. Your crows’ nest, your perfect vantage point.

A place to sit and play look-out while your eager eyes scan the driveway ahead.

You hear him before you see him, but that’s purposeful. Hoseok kills the headlamp on his motorcycle before he comes anywhere near the junkyard — just in case, baby. The rumble of his four-stroke engine is one you can feel in your stomach long after he shuts it off. Even when he parks that pristine, second-hand Hyosung somewhere only he’d be able to find it again. Still, when he finally steps under the yellow glow of the street lamp — your only source of light, save for the moon — and he’s all you see.

Hoseok keeps his pace casual as he makes his way to you, but his anticipation is visible in his posture. He’s swallowing words, based on the blatant twitch of his jaw. Always clenched to keep from calling out to you, as if the abandoned area wasn’t chosen for its ability to keep your secrets.

With much more ease than you, he jumps and pulls himself up to the car hood to meet you. The metal creaks under the weight of his body, but when it hovers over you, it’s a sigh of relief. A millisecond can’t pass by before he cages your head in between his arms — palms pressed against the dusty windshield — and swoops down to capture your kiss.

“Missed you,” he mumbles against your lips. His tone is low, hushed, and yet still sandpaper-course in a way that screams I mean it. The distance at which his limited words keep you is contrary to the way he holds you — close to the chest like your feelings are as fleeting as moments like this, gently as if you’ll break apart in his hands.

Like he loves you.

Your fingers instinctively thread themselves in his wind-swept hair — no helmet, no surprise there — and now it’s his turn to sigh. Hoseok tries to pull away, likely to gaze at you the way he always wants to, but you claim his bottom lip between your teeth and refuse to let him — this — go.

It sounds so silly without full use of his mouth:

“Baby,” he warns.

You release him with a smirk, brushing the tip of your nose against his. There’s enough fondness in his eyes to drown in and you would, in a heartbeat, if time was ever on your side.

“Good girl.”

The delicate, cuban-link chain around his neck glints in the half-light. Little slivers of silver dance across your own collarbone as it sways in the space between your bodies. A little constellation, guiding you North from your southside trap to a home you can’t have.

You, who can never seem to leave well-enough alone, run the thin, interlocking rectangles between the tips of your thumb and middle finger. You know you shouldn’t, but you pout, “You’re late.”

Hoseok’s expression says more than he does. You hear, “I know,” but you see, “I didn’t have a choice and I never will.”

He grunts when he sits up onto his knees. Wordlessly, he spills over your side and collects into a puddle in the space next to you. Once he settles, he stares up at the sky. You know he’s focused on something even further away.

“Did someone follow?” You ask gently.

Hand slipping easily into his, your fingers interlock. Links in a chain. Never an accessory to be worn in public.

Hoseok’s mouth pulls up slightly at one corner; and you know what that looks means. It means twenty minutes down the drain, shaking a tail before he can make his way to you. It means that, next time, you may need to find a different hiding spot.

The arm furthest from yours is draped over his abdomen. He moves it, and you move to hover in the space he’s cleared for you. Anchored with your knees on either side of his hips, you cup his jaw with the hand not holding his. For you, he lets himself soften, leans into the warmth of your palm.

You don’t normally say the obvious out loud, but reality doesn’t always stay in the cage you try to lock it in. “We’re playing with fire.”

“In another life,” Hoseok replies wistfully while his fingernails scratch — affectionately, teasingly, cautiously — down the expanse of your bare thigh. “We were arsonists.”

When he kisses you a second time, it’s enough for you to forget where you are. No longer in a junkyard on the outskirts of town, no longer on opposite sides of a line in the dirt, no longer trying to shove flowers into the front of a shotgun.

It’s enough.

It’s routine. You hike up the hem of your dress while he unzips his black jeans. Those are pushed down while your thong is pushed to the side; and so is the thought that this is the most of him you can have. You don’t get all of him, can’t lave your needy tongue over all of him, because it’s not safe to love him with all the layers cast aside. It’s practical, promotes a quick getaway in the event one is needed.

It’s enough, you think again, like repetition will make it true.

It’s perfect. Both of you keen when he enters you. Your thighs tremble; your walls grip him tight as they reacclimate to the stretch his cock demands. Hoseok notices your rapid blinking when you settle down on him. He knows without having to ask, kisses you through an ache that isn’t physical at all. It, like him, stays where it’s kept: in the left side of your rib cage.

“Shit,” he grunts. “Feel so perfect, baby — fuck.”

You roll your hips against him, taking him all the way and dragging the curve of his cock over that secret spot inside you. Aren’t they all? His fingernails leave impermanent, crescent indents in your thighs. You try not to care that the moon looming overhead is unapologetically full — and present every night.

There’s a newfound desperation in the way Hoseok clings to you. He digs the heels of his boots into the Stringray’s hood, hands pulling you down onto his cock while he fucks upwards into you. It drives him insane when you swirl your hips with him buried inside you, so you do, smirking like the devil.

You burrow into his neck to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses on any hint of skin you find. As you do, your fingers return to his hair and tie themselves off. If you chain yourself to him this way, maybe you can stay this way.

A quick nip at his neck unearths a groan that makes your cunt flutter around him. Tragically, no sign of you or your teeth is left behind on the side of his throat. Still, you kiss it better, whispering, “Could fuck you like this forever, baby.”

“Oh, my love,” his breath is hot against your ear when he chuckles darkly, “You hear the way your pussy is gushing all over my cock? You won’t last forever.”

His thrusts deepen. Hoseok is dead-set on unraveling you, thread by thread.

“In fact —”

Your teeth pinch his lobe. Hoseok snaps his hips forcefully in response, and your gasp echoes over the rusted squeak of a worn-out suspension. It briefly overpowers the muted slap of his pelvis colliding with the underside of your thighs. It doesn’t compare with his breathless laugh, though, not by a long-shot.

“Little vampire,” he chides you with a grin that takes effort. You mewl when his fingertips press bruises into the flesh of your ass. “Don’t think you’ll last another minute.”

Hoseok is a lot of things; and while frustrating is one of them, wrong rarely is.

It’s white hot, the uncontrolled pleasure burning through your core, and your vision matches when your wildfire orgasm ignites. Fingers searching for purchase grip tight to his jacket. Your heavy head dips forward as you cry out. Like always, you fall apart at the seams over him.

Slumped against him, he envelopes you in his arms as fucks straight through your high and into his. Spent in every way that matters, you can’t fight off the sob that starts in the pits of your chest and crawls out of your mouth. The shiver down your spine can’t be blamed on the wind.

“Hey,” Hoseok murmurs, petal soft, “Baby, no, don’t cry.”

He takes your face in your hands and leaves you no choice but to look at him. With concern wearing creases into his forehead, he smatters kisses on every part of your crestfallen. He whispers promises between each as he goes.

It’s okay — We’ll figure this out — I love you — We’ll be alright, you and me — I love you.

And even if it’s not all true, it’s enough.

Enough to keep you going.

Enough to glue your broken pieces back together.

Enough to keep you both from noticing the faint hum of an engine in the driveway.

[prettyboykatsuki]

about the reading back your fics thing — i’m the same, but what helps me is trying to look at the fic like it was written by somebody else and not me actually. managed to get lost in my own fic i wrote a few years back and when i realised it drew me in so well i immediately felt better about my own writing skills 💜 also, a lot of people absolutely adore your work so there’s that 🤷🏼‍♀️

👊🏻 will actually throw hands if you think a single bad thought about one of my most favourite writers

THIS IS GREAT ADVICE!!!! it would probably good for me to detach yk? i always get so like... violently mad at how mid i find my own writing LOL thank you so SO MUCH !!!!

[cosmos-recs]

ALSHSKSHSKKSSKSJJS M ‼️

i have WORDS. and a LOT OF THEM ‼️

1. pleaseeeee tell me you’re gonna write a part 2 for chan’s part. you can’t just leave it like that– that tore my heart to pieces omg. also it might have ignited my fight or flight response bcs oh my gODDDD some dudes and their girl best friends… they really don’t know boundaries istg.

2. changbin in the minho section– pls why is that man SUCH a younger brother?? i wouldn’t even warn him, i’d just take the underwear and smack him with it.

also. gosh!!! y/n was so chill about minho lying. i would have criedddd. but ngl, i was a little relieved that minho’s one was not as sad as chan’s. that just– ooooof that one really got to me.

AND OMG I JUST REMEMBERED THAT CLINGY LINE FROM CHAN’S??? 100% THATS SOMETHING THAT AREUM GIRL FED TO HIM ISTG– she probably said y/n was clingy when the boys said y/n was asking where chan went 💀 i hate her already. if you make chan’s one into a full fic, tag me bcs i would read it like… 20 times probably. i’m so invested in the anti-areum campaign.

3. NAH CAUSE LET ME FUCKING AT THIS GIRL WHAT– WHO INTERRUPTS SOMEONE’S PROPOSAL LIKE THIS?! SHE COULD HAVE ASKED SOMEONE ELSE?? OR DO IT HERSELF??? LIKE BITCH– i’m even more anti-areum than before.

okay but also? bestie your writing??? the description?? the pain??? OOOF. icb changbin just left like that 💀 i would say NO to the proposal at that point ✋🏻

4. okay. hyunjin’s areum seems fine. first areum i don’t hate. thank you for giving my heart a break i was about to go ballistic on a bitch that don’t even exist 🤡

5. M…. bestie…. i just said– i JUST thanked you for sparing my heart and you do this. yeah no, jisung is… ✋🏻😶 ELECTRIC CHAIR!!! who DOES THAT?!

M pls we need a part 2 with jisung GETTING HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM (and chan having a fluff ending pls don’t break my heart over my bias i will actually cry). BUT JISUNG!!! JISUNG NEEDS A LESSON 😤👊🏻

[new fear unlocked: your bf might suddenly leave your apartment one day to get with his gbf and all you can do is cry]

6. okay i was about to throw hands at felix but then mans half redeemed himself in the last second. still pissed at areum tho. tf is this girl up to? any girl who needs to disturb her friend when he’s celebrating with his s/o is no friend. like come on, you can give him one day. sounds like she’s low-key in love with felix.

okay istg i’m so annoyed with this fictional girl. i wanna THROW SOME PUNCHES 😾😾😾😾

7. dear kim seungmin… you have earned… 🥳 A SLAP IN THE FACE 🥳 CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎉🎉

[i am disgusted honestly. i have no words. which also just means you wrote this whole thing to be so believable ohmygodddd the emotions i’m feeling M‼️‼️‼️ WHY⁉️⁉️⁉️]

8. okay honestly? i would break up. icb y/n just gave him the silent treatment. but i would break up. like… why on earth would you stay friend with someone who’s mean to your partner?? and then LIE ABOUT BEING SICK?!

but since innie is… innie. i guess he can get another chance 🙄 but areum has to GO 👉🏻 🚪

gosh, M the amount of emotions i’ve felt while reading this… the one that stood out the most was my hatred for areum. that name is ruined for me forever now. i will never look at anyone named areum the same way 💀 but alshsksjsk i did really enjoy this. even if it made my blood boil

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