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nnight-dances · 3 years ago

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ANNOTATIONS OF LOVE

summary: although you're always looking out for any mistakes he makes, you think you've found the perfect rival in kazuha. but when you begin to spend more time with him, you begin to realize he's also the perfect love interest... after all, why else would someone lend you an personally annotated book?

pairings: kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

tags: enemiestolovers!au, modern!au

genre: fluff, humor, slight angst

a/n: i've been having something of an obsession with sylvia plath even tho we finished reading her work last november. i love it and i will not stop talking about her potrayal of women and will include it in a fic about kazuha. god, i just want to have an academic rival who will convince me to read an annotated book so that i can fall in love with them. okay, enjoy this brainrot <3 also ps: i enjoyed writing this kazuha a lot so if you have any requests i will be more than happy to cater to them :)

“So, class how did we like reading Sylvia Plath?” Miss Aranaki, your Literature teacher, crosses her arms across her chest as she regards the twenty or so of you sitting in front of you, “Any thoughts?”

“I didn’t like it much, actually,” a voice pipes up and without seeing, you know who it is, a groan escaping your lips. Aranaki gives an amused laugh, “Kazuha. Please do elaborate on why you dislike Plath so much.”

Unwillingly, your eyes travel until they come to rest on the mostly-platinum-blonde-headed boy who has his copy of The Bell Jar dismissed on its back by his elbow. “Well, to start with, her poetry is too easily interpretable once you know everything about her enough and the themes are usually just the same old feminist, complaining about privilege and children. Although I must say the touch with the cheating husband in The Rival was interesting, but that was as good as it got.”

Before Kaedehara Kazuha can continue, you, who’s had Plath’s novel clutched tightly in your hands, interrupt him. “Excuse me, to me it sounds like you’re complaining about having to read about a complex female experience. It’s a shame to see men like you roaming around in the campus’ feminist activism clubs when in class you cannot tolerate the slightest shred of powerful women in action.”

Kazuha meets your eyes in a flash, a familiar smile in place - one that is almost friendly, but at the last moment, turns smug. “I’m sorry if I came across as discarding Plath’s unique persona - but I just refuse to credit her writing simply because she’s a woman. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise, don’t you think, Y/N?”

“Please,” you scoff, ears a little red from exasperation, “Her poems are not easily interpreted, Kazuha, you’re just overly entrenching them in context. You can’t make Plath’s poems all about her factual life if you want to take anything from them. The Rival is not definitely about her bastard husband’s mistress - it could just as easily be about her mother if you try to keep your mind open.”

Kazuha opens his mouth to speak but Aranaki cuts him off, “Alright, alright, the two of you. Always a pleasure to hear you go back and forth. Some very valid points have been made. But remember, this class consists of 18 other students. Let’s allow everyone to speak.”

“I don’t know about that, Y/N. You both seemed like you were having a lot of fun-”

“Fun? Hu Tao, that man is borderline misogynistic and you think-”

“I think I deserve a little more credit than a borderline misogynist, my dear Y/N.”

You stop in your tracks with a sigh when you spot Kazuha behind you, bag slung lazily over his back. He’s holding his copy of The Bell Jar by the very edge, you notice much to your dismay. “You’re going to have to work harder if you want to seem like you actually care about reading feminist work from writers who are actual women. Not just old horny men—”

“Please don’t tell me you’re still holding that time I praised Murakami against me?” Kazuha’s brows furrow, looking almost genuinely concerned about what you think of him. You roll your eyes, catching the ill-covered laugh that leaves Hu Tao, who has been observing the two of you silently.

“No, but you really don’t think Murakami’s flat female characters, who by the way only function to serve the lonely loser men, are anywhere near the same kind of writing as Plath’s honest depiction—” You cut yourself off when you catch Hu Tao throwing you a suggestive look and scoff, “Never mind, I don’t have time to have this conversation. Let’s just go, Hu Tao.”

“But—” You promptly block Kazuha’s attempt to probably retort by taking Hu Tao’s arm and marching off, carrying a growing a feeling of doubt in your chest.

“That will be $15, please.” You nod at the cashier, internally crying at how expensive a single coffee was. You feel yourself cry even louder when you rummage through your wallet to only find a total of $10.

“Um, sorry, just a moment,” you feel yourself beginning to panic, ready to just about be hit by lightning, “I couldv’e sworn I saw another—”

“Here, I’m paying for them.” You jump up at the voice beside you and you swear to God if this morning could get any worse, it’d have to be because Kazuha stepped in to save you from some kind of financial crisis that would’ve inevitably lead into a public mental breakdown.

“W-What? No, I can pay for myself— ”Thank you for buying from us. We hope to see you again.”

You’d rather not the hold up the rest of the line any longer so you step away, pulling Kazuha with you, with a scowl on your face. You shove the $10 you’d been holding into his palm which he looks at in confusion, “I’ll pay you back the rest of it later, I—”

“No, you really don’t need to do that, Y/N,” the boy smiles, a soft comforting look in his eyes that you’ve never encountered before. It annoys you.

“Honestly, would you stop cutting me off all the time?” Kazuha shuts up with a serious raise of the brown, “I was very much capable of paying for myself back there but thanks. Bye.”

You intend to distance yourself from him as much just because you’re equally embarrassed and confused by his presence, especially at having been caught in a moment of somewhat vulnerability by him of all people. You take a seat in the cafe by the window, hoping to ease your worries with a productive rush.

Of course, the universe, and specifically, one crimson-streaked head, has other plans. “What the fuck are you doing?” you question as Kazuha settles into the seat across from you, resting his bag beside him, hands coming to drum against the table - the table that you’d taken to get away from specifically him.

“I’m doing what you’re doing. Studying,” he says, pulling out his laptop, nonchalant as if the two of you aren’t after each other’s throats in class all the time. You’re actually speechless as he actually starts typing away, eyes on the screen. You let out a frustrated sigh at his behavior, unable to just ignore his presence, a weakness of yours you absolutely despise.

“Kazuha, I think you’ve asserted your compassion enough for a day. You don’t have to continue acting like you don’t actually hate me,” your voice threatens to falter when Kazuha looks up with wide eyes.

“What do you— But I don’t hate you,” Kazuha replies, not losing a second of time after you’ve spoken. You shake your head at him, a headache imminent, as you stand up. “Wait- where are you going?”

“Somewhere else. See you in class, Kazuha. Leave me alone or I’ll report you.”

You suppose you feel kind of bad about the recent encounters you’ve had with Kazuha. You only met him in class, first in a course called The Graphic Novel where you had your first argument with him (you wanted to focus on the postmodern themes of V for Vendetta, while Kazuha was overly obsessed with the art and a specific sequence of events). From there, it just seemed like the two of you couldn’t get away from each other - next it was a creative course about nonfiction where you found yourself competing with him to see who could impress the famously cold teacher.

Before you’d known, you’d settled into a sort of rhythm with Kazuha where you’d each challenge and infuriate each other, always ready to pounce. It was surprisingly an interesting part of your education - maybe even the most interesting, since you hardly were able to spend a lot of time doing anything other than work on essays and study for the next thing. But recently, you were feeling more... bitter? around him. It was unsettling, especially when suddenly it seemed like Kazuha was capable of more emotions outside of disdain for you. You weren’t stupid enough to not realize you were having fun but when Hu Tao had so explicitly pointed it out... it almost felt wrong. Like you’d been lying to yourself somehow.

You groan as you zone back into reality, coming to terms with the fact that you had made no progress with the last assignment of the Plath course. It has been a few weeks since the course ended but Aranaki had sent out a final feedback-slash-evaluative essay question asking you to talk about a favorite text from Plath. It is optional, you recall, but you physically cannot forgo the opportunity to do extra work. You hit your head in thought, wondering what you are to do with yourself.

“Having trouble picking a favorite?”

You are not proud of the squeak that leaves you in surprise as you jump around in your seat. “Kazuha! You fucking— Stop sneaking up on people in the library! I swear that’s so insensitive.”

Kazuha, clad in a red sweatshirt that matches the red streak in his hair, sits down besides you with an amused laugh. You’re met with a sweet almond scent as he shifts closer to peek at your screen. “Sorry,” he whispers, “You’re writing about Ariel? I’m surprised.”

“Why? Don’t want me writing about the same thing as you?” You gesture toward his bag, which reveals the corner of a sheet with the essay question, “I’m sure you wrote a whole pretentious thing about how shallow and trite Plath’s poetry is.” The boy pins you with an unreadable look as he looks down at his hands before looking back up at you.

What is he so serious about?

“You don’t actually think I’m a woman-hater, do you?” You are tempted to retaliate with a compilation of all the times he was even remotely dismissive of a female author, but you cannot bring yourself to the longer you look at Kazuha. His eyes are downcast and don’t meet yours when you give a preliminary laugh of ridicule, which greatly worries you. Though you find it hard to believe, Kazuha seems genuinely hurt at the idea of you perceiving him as someone against women.

“Oh, well, not really. But you did seem slightly on the wrong side when you dismissed Plath’s experiences like that. And then, making her seem like she was entirely about her hatred for her husband wasn’t a very good look, either.” You try to stay in character without actually hurting Kazuha’s feelings but he seems crestfallen either way. You begin to feel bad for some reason when he pulls out a few sheets of paper from his bag, before handing you one.

“And what is this?” You raise your brow questioningly and all Kazuha replies with is, “Read this.” You look down at the sheet and find that it is a print-out of Plath’s poem, The Munich Mannequins. Your course on Plath didn’t include this particular poem because there wasn’t much time but regardless, you’ve read the poem enough times to not have to go through it again. What catches your attention is the little scribbles in green around the printed text.

It’s Kazuha’s annotations of the poem, you realize, and already find yourself somewhat moved. You know for a fact that Kazuha does not annotate something he doesn’t find truly meaningful. “Hmm,” you look back at Kazuha with a smile that is completely unlike you. But you can hardly help it, “Your analysis of the metaphor of the mannequins is... insightful, although I don’t agree with it.”

Kazuha’s dullness suddenly melts away when you speak, a bright grin in its place. “I’m glad you think so. I realized I was spending so much effort in trying to find out what Plath actually wanted to convey that in the end, I didn’t even have my own interpretations. And looking back at it, her work is actually pretty cool.”

This time you laugh, teasingly nudging Kazuha’s shoulder, “Way to go with the academic language, Kazuha.” Your laughter only grows louder when the boy’s cheeks color slightly pink. “But I’m really happy that you were able to appreciate Plath. I think maybe we found something we agree on.”

He nods, his usual easy smile returning, “I have to admit that I only gave Plath another chance because I couldn’t stand the thought of you thinking I was a borderline misogynist.” You feel yourself flush and you cough to cover it up, “Still can’t believe you were so bothered by that comment.”

“Of course, I was,” Kazuha says matter-of-factly, “You said it so seriously. And then that day in the cafe, you seemed to truly hate me. You even accused me of hating you. I felt like I’d done something unforgivable.”

You grimace in guilt. “Sorry about that,” you pat his back hesitantly, “I was just a bit in my head back then. I don’t actually hate you. Or think that you hate me.”

“That’s good. I wouldn’t want to have you stop talking to me, I think some life-giving part of me would die.”

Here's the thing: you know how you’ve hardly been able to do anything outside of worry about your grades and keep track of your deadlines? Yes, that meant you hadn’t even enough time to have crushes, or even think about who you’re attracted. Which is why you’re caught in some real fucking trouble when you realize you like Kazuha.

Since your conversation with him in the library, something had changed between the two of you. You still made sure to battle each other fiercely in class, no doubt, but when you weren’t in class, you were actually able to hold a civil conversation. In fact, sometimes your conversations outside of class were more enjoyable than your arguments and disagreements, given that those same dissents would often turn into inside jokes outside of class.

It started with Kazuha asking you to peer-review an essay for another class (he wouldn’t dare to ask your help with a common assignment, that meant war) and you getting impressed again by his ability to analyze and argue. Slowly, it became a ritual for you to meet Kazuha after classes to work on something together, which took more time than required because you’d be bothering each other the whole time, chattering away loud enough that the librarian had banned your entrance in the library. So now you met him on the college lawn where your time together almost felt romantic.

“God, I hate myself,” you mumble into your hands as you cringe at your internal monologue. Hu Tao who’s keeping you company while you wait for Kazuha, laughs knowingly, “Stop hating on yourself for having feelings, Y/N. Believe it or not, it’s normal.”

“I know, but not for me! I’ve had like one romantic experience before and it involved hand-holding.”

“Hey, hand-holding can be pretty intimate, too,” she retorts, frowning, “I’m sure if you tried it with Kazuha, you’d actually combust on the spot.”

“Keep it down, Hu Tao, this is not exactly something I’m proud of—”

“What are you not proud of?” You freeze as Kazuha comes into sight from behind you but relax when you examine his expression and see nothing out of the ordinary.

“Nothing, just her usual spiel about hating life,” Hu Tao covers for you as she rises from next to you, smirking as she pushes Kazuha in her spot. He falls all too close to you, head hitting your shoulder.

“Careful!” You scowl at Hu Tao as you steady Kazuha with a hand on his back. She winks at you as she turns to leave, “See ya for dinner tomorrow, stupid.”

Kazuha chuckles beside you and you can feel the sound vibrate through your hand, still warm against his back, “You must be really close to her if she can walk away alive after calling you stupid.”

You cough a little as you are suddenly reminded of the proximity, thanks to how Kazuha has made no move to remove his head from against your shoulder, even though you’d retracted your hand from his back long ago. “I’m not that easily offended, you know.”

Kazuha looks amused as he shifts to look at you, much to your chagrin because fuck! you’re still way too close to him so now you’re basically sharing the same air. “So if I called you stupid—?”

“Don’t even dream of it,” you push his head off and he pulls away, laughing lowly. You sigh in relief now that you’re at a distance that won’t kill you as Kazuha pulls out a red book from inside his jacket pocket.

“What book is that?”

Kazuha holds it for you with a hesitant smile, “It’s for you, actually.” You hum questioningly as you take it and scoff when you see the title. Sputnik Sweetheart. By Haruki Murakami.

“Before you chase me away for bringing Murakami in your sights, listen to me, okay?” he says, with a hand on your elbow and you fall silent, a little nervous. “I think you should read it because this book actually has complex female characters, unlike all his other work. There’s a lesbian relationship in there and a very unexpected plot twist, too. You might like it... I think.”

The amount of effort it takes to not scream on the top of your lungs because Kazuha’s cheeks are dusted adorably red as he rants to you about the book, his eyes not meeting you and you can’t take it because he’s so shy about it all. You silently open to a random page and you swear you die right there when you see notes in pencil along the margin.

“You’ve annotated this?” you ask through a small smile. Kazuha rubs the back of his neck, “Well, yes. I usually annotate my novels. I hope you don’t mind. Think of it as having a really long conversation with me?”

You chuckle as hit Kazuha’s forehead with the book lightly, “Why the fuck would I want to have a conversation with you about a book? I’m bound to give myself a migraine.” You bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning as you continue, “But oh, well. Since you went back to Plath for me, I think I’ll give Murakami a chance.”

Kazuha pumps a fist in the air, beyond delighted, “Yes! I promise you’re going to love me after this.”

“Kazuha, I have to something to tell you,” you say, hands clutched behind your back. Kazuha turns away from the conversation he’d just been having with Aether to give you a warm look.

“What is it?” He waves goodbye to Aether, grinning when you reveal the red book he’d lent you a few weeks ago. Kazuha jumps up and down as his hands cup to hold yours and you can’t help but jump excitedly with him. “Did you finish? What did you think of it? How was his description of Miu and Sumiere? Oh, what was your reaction to Miu’s backstory?”

You laugh as you pause to form your response. “Well, I actually did not hate it. I actually enjoyed his descriptions of the women—” Kazuha squeals in excitement as you continue, “But! There was man still, you know. And his presence as the narrator of everything was a bit suffocating. So, not perfect. But dammit, the parts about Miu watching herself that night in the park and everything Sumiere writes in her letters - Ahhh, that was just amazingly disorienting.”

“So?” Kazuha grins at you, shaking you by the shoulders, “You don’t hate Murakami anymore? I succeed in convincing you that he wrote one decent novel? You love me?”

You successfully ignore the last question he asks as you reply, “I guess I don’t hate him but I can’t say he’s a good writer still. He’s definitely got some dimension but he needs to stop putting men at the center of his universes.”

Kazuha nods as he takes back the book from you, “That’s fair enough, I suppose. I didn’t expect to—” he pauses, a new kind of smile blossoming on his face as he fans through the pages, “Oh, what’s this? Did you make notes on the book?”

Shit, you’d nearly forgotten about that. “Oh, right. I thought it would be funny to respond to some of your annotations. You like some really strange paragraphs, you know.” You quickly take away the book from him before he can grin at anymore of your notes, “I made them on sticky notes so that I can remove them. I just forgot.” You begin removing the loosely glued pieces of paper when Kazuha snatches away the novel back, holding it away from your grasp.

“No! Don’t do that. I want to read them. I can’t lose this opportunity to actually get to read your annotations,” he says, a full-fledged blush on his cheeks for some reason.

You laugh awkwardly, “F-fine, weirdo. Just remove them after you read them.”

“Why would I do that?” Kazuha hugs the book protectively with an annoyingly smug smile on his face, “I’m cherishing this for the rest of eternity.”

You turn around at that, clutching at your chest as if in pain, heart racing, “W-Whatever. I’m going to study. Come if you want.”

An hour later, you fall back into the grass with a whine because you really cannot get your mind off of Kazuha, which was not exactly aided by the fact that the boy was right next to you, opting to bump knees with you as he managed to concentrate with no issues.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” You open your eyes to find Kazuha leaning over you, arm placed next to your head. You watch as his forehead is curtained by his hair and you pout as you silently flick at a chunk of his hair. “I don’t know why you even bother to tie your hair if it’s all over the place anyway.”

Kazuha shrugs with a playful smile and is about to reply before he cuts himself off, “Oh, there’s something in hair, I think.” You reach for your hair but Kazuha beats you to it, leaning closer to your face as he gently plucks off the said something off your hair, holding it up so you can see. “It was a leaf. Heh.”

You reach for your hair self-consciously and are surprised when you find Kazuha’s fingers through the strands. You pull away just as quick you touched him but his hand chases after you, coming to capture it in his, his fingers resting through yours.

“Mhmm,” Kazuha hums delicately, face hovering dangerously close to yours, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

You make an embarrassing choking sound before you place a hand against his chest, pushing with little effort. You avert your gaze as you speak, “S-Stop doing that.”

You can’t see it but Kazuha’s smile weakens as he asks, “Stop doing what?”

“Stuff like this. Like what you did back there with my annotations and- and- right now, this hand-holding stuff. It’s not funny, you know.”

“I don’t think it’s funny either, Y/N,” he says, “I’m always serious about you. So would you please look at me?” Your hand twitches in Kazuha’s as you glance at him and instantly turn away when you see him gazing at you. He does look serious, intense in fact as he looks at you.

His fingers tighten around yours when you suddenly feel a cold pressure against your ear. Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you realize it’s Kazuha’s nose pressed up against your neck. “K-Kazuha, cut it out—”

“I like you, Y/N,” he whispers softly, “Actually, that’s an understatement. I really, really like you. I’ve never been so excited to have arguments with someone and I’ve never cared so much about what someone else thought about a book. You’re the smartest person I’ve met.”

You can’t believe your ears, though they turn red anyway as Kazuha pulls away to look at you. “I think you’re so beautiful. I can hardly think right when I’m around you.”

You feel breathless when Kazuha looks at you like that, with an intimacy of a lover and fumble to reply, “I- I like you, too, Kazuha. You’re cool, I guess. And ridiculously handsome.” You mumble the last part but he seems to hear it, probably because you’re so close.

“Would you go out with me?” His eyes are swimming with adoration when you finally meet them. When you nod, a gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of Kazuha’s lips against your cheek. “Kiss me already, would you?” This time, you feel his laughter through your own bones, strong and loving.

Bonus:

“I really wish you would go easy on me in class, dove,” Kazuha complains against your lips and you pull away to laugh at the slight pout in his features. You run a hand through his open hair, arranging the red strands together, “No way, babe. Sorry but sometimes, you’re just wrong.”

He deflates against your neck and you pull him inside the blankets with you with a chortle, “But if you want, we can read Mrs Dalloway together for class?” He instantly perks up, arms coming to hugging you tight, “I would love that. I want to hear your reading voice. We can even play the parts to make it more realistic.”

You groan, “No, we’re not doing that, Kazu. Please don’t make me regret this.” Regret it you do later that week, when Kazuha proudly declares to the whole class, including Miss Aranaki, that the two of you had read the assigned reading together.

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un2-verse · 4 years ago

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BILLY — Kim Taehyung (3)

Synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?

Pairing: yandere!Taehyung x f!reader

genre: angst, horror, weirdly some fluff lol

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, stalking, manipulation, conditioning, mentions of abuse, suicidal ideations/attempts, self harm, murder, depictions of torture etc (basically its gorey and fucked up), angel trap, etc stabbing and guns. do not read if triggered!!!!

wordcount: 2.2k

taglist: @yes-sol-not-soul @yoongiofmine

a/n: pt 3 is here!! honestly i wasnt expecting this amount of support as i’ve never published my writing before so thank u sm ♡ i was inspired to write this one night and i had no idea where it’d go or anything but i’m happy with the way its turning out :D fun fact abt me, i’ve been obsessed w the franchise since i was little and i actually have 2 saw tattoos, one of billy and one above saying “cherish your life” since that’s pretty much the motto of saw :) and i have quite the collection of saw/billy items so why not turn my fav horror film into a fucked up love story! let me know if u would like to be added to the taglist and pls enjoy reading^^ feel free to send me asks abt the series or anything u want~ i love hearing from u guys!! :D ps— taehyung and the reader dont have much interaction in this part,, theyll definitely be more of them together in part 4 :) unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! tysm <33 and remember these are fictional characters and do not represent bts personally in any way!!

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The headlines constantly named the Jigsaw Killer, Billy. The somewhat eerie little doll that had a face as white as a Calla Lily with spirals on it’s cheeks as red as the blood that was shed during the tests. Billy was always dressed in a little black suit with a red bowtie and he was (most of the time) situated on a squeaky battered tricycle. Attached was always a tape that read “play me” and when the subjects did, a chilling voice— one that could make even the world's worst predators shiver with terror— would echo around the room.

Everyone knew that a doll clearly wasn’t responsible, yet they gave it the name Billy in hopes to somewhat humanise the face that instilled panic— they did not want to live in fear.

It was the only face behind the killings.

But this time, there was a different subject stuck in the test and Billy had made sure there was no way for them to survive.

“How are you scared of heights? You’re practically a giant yourself!”

“Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I can’t be scared of heights Y/Nie.”

You had no idea how long had passed since Taehyung had turned up at the garage, you were too busy chatting away squeezed into the kitchen while your Dad, Yoongi and Hobi worked on the cars in the shop. If anyone could hear you both, they would think you’d known eachother since childhood— the playful jokes and light touches exaggerated that.

You’d only known him for a few hours really, if you added the time spent with him on the first day and now. It hadn’t seemed like all those weeks ago that you first met, he had a familiar presence, as though you had known him for years compared to the hours.

“I just wouldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything Taehyung… you seem so confident and fearless.”

You saw the way Taehyung looked at you. His eyes flashed with understanding.

“I did have my fears back then, much like yours.”

“What do you mean?” you had a rough idea on what he meant but you needed him to voice it.

A deep inhale and the words flowed from his lips before he could stop it, “The fear of living. I had been through some stuff you know, growing up. My mum was working a lot and my dad was an alcoholic, he was so fucking possessive and wouldn’t let her go anywhere without kicking off. It was a fucking shitshow and so toxic. This one time though, I’d pretended that I’d gone to school and waited outside the front door. It didn’t take long before I heard shit getting smashed and my dad shouting.” Taehyung was telling the truth only, he left out the part where he was also as possessive, if not more, than his father. Well, let's say… obsessive. “I just ran in the house and saw my dad towering over my mum and I don’t remember what happened but, I do remember my mum crying and my dad disappeared.”

Now Taehyung was lying through his teeth. He remembered clearly, almost like it was yesterday. He smashed the nearest bottle, pulled his mother away from the monster that scared her and stabbed him. Not just once, not twice but thirty-seven times. Hence the thirty seven tattoo on the palm of his right hand (the one he’d actually killed his father with). There was only Taehyung who knew what it meant, he counted every single time the broken glass pierced his father’s body, he counted with a smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat.

You were at a loss for words. Your mouth gaped in shock, eyes wide and your brain scrambled for the right thing to say. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. His thumb running back and forth along your hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.” There was no way you could relate, your mother and father were happy and in love. They had the ideal relationship, one you wished for yourself. You could empathise though.

“You don’t need to be sorry baby, it’s in the past and I’ve moved on from it. I was like you though, poisoned by the roots that keep you on the ground even though you wanted nothing more than to break free and be no longer.” A silence fell over you both before Taehyung uttered, “I wasn’t successful with my attempt so now I’m here to help you.”

Warmth spread throughout your body, a smile graced your features as you no longer felt alone.

You had a completely different idea to what those words actually meant.

It was nearing the evening when Taehyung’s car had been fixed. Yoongi popped his head in the kitchen to tell him but stopped himself so as to not interrupt the scene before him. You were laughing along to whatever Taehyung was babbling about with your hand resting on his bicep, with that look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen for years. Yoongi felt himself smile as he saw you hanging onto Taehyung's every word.

For the first time in forever, you looked alive.

Yoongi cleared his throat which drew yours and Taehyung’s attention, “Sorry to interrupt guys. We’ve finished with your car so whenever you’re ready we’ll be outside.” The infamous gummy smile overtook his features, you felt yourself beam in return.

“Thanks man! I’ll be like, five minutes.”

Yoongi nodded his head in reply and swiftly left the room.

You’d taken Tae’s hand into yours, playing with the array of rings that occupied his fingers. Solemn thoughts overtook, am I not gonna see him again? Was this, whatever this is, over before it had even begun? Your eyes stayed on his hand as you turned it over and traced your finger over the inked ‘thirty seven’ on his palm. “What does this mean?”

Taehyung didn’t think twice before he practically beamed out, “It’s my lucky number.”

The difference was, it wasn’t really his lucky number… although he did see it that way. It was the number that had stayed with him. It was something he was proud of, whenever he looked at the hand that killed his father, his chest filled with pride and a joyous feeling overtook his senses. It was his first murder. Something he relished in and thus, created the onslaught of Jigsaw killings. He targeted a certain type— those whose sins would lock them up forever if they were ever found out. Racists, murderers, rapists, drug dealers, con-men. Authoritative figures who abused their power. He even went as far as subjecting suicidal people.

You see, things aren’t sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad. People who steal, don’t get caught, they live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected.

Some people would call it karma but Taehyung, he called it justice.

He’d started this with one thing on his mind— those that don’t appreciate life do not deserve it.

Whenever a serial killer was on the loose, the press did what they always did. They gave them a nickname. While the public had named the doll Billy. The actual killer was named ‘Jigsaw’.

This stemmed from the jigsaw piece that was cut from the victims skin, no one knew why he was doing it or what it even stood for.

It did have a meaning although unknown to the public.

The jigsaw piece that was cut from the subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.

After all, until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.

Across town an underground abandoned warehouse, was where the next subject had found themselves.

They were suspended in the air, their feet merely dangling above the ground. The putrid smell of death lingered in every crevice, the sound of rats scurrying along the concrete floor filled their ears just as they began to stir awake.

A pain in their ribs was the overwhelming factor to them finally coming around. When they groggily opened their eyes, they were paralised with fear due to the scene in front of them.

A doll sat a few feet ahead, perched upon a tricycle. Adorned with a black suit and a red bowtie. A slow red light flashed in his eyes.

Billy.

Before the subject could even register how, when or why they found themselves trapped in a test, footsteps echoed behind them. The subject called out, “Help! Please, somebody help! I shouldn’t be here!”

A tsk reached their ears, as a disembodied voice replied, “Trust me, no one can hear you. Scream all you like. You’d just be wasting your breath, you may as well cherish it before it's gone.”

With hairs stood on end, the subject stilled. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.” The man's footsteps grew louder. “I’m here to serve justice, that’s all.”

The man rounded the subject, settling in their view with only his cloaked back visible while he tended to the little doll. He touched Billy delicately—like he was a little child that he loved dearly. He combed his gloved hand through the doll's black hair and eventually pulled his fingers from the tresses to pat his head gently.

“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that which only infuriated the subject more causing them to shake in anger, a movement they soon ceased when they realised something was penetrating their ribs.

“I’d be very careful if I was you, we wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now… would we?” The cloaked figure spun around. An angry glint to his eye.

“What the fuck, you’re fucking crazy. Let me out, this isn’t right!” The subject tried their hardest to swing their legs, to somehow kick the man who’d imprisoned them.

“I think you’ll find it is right. You’re unworthy of the body you possess.” He inched closer, “see, when someone purposely intends to harm others, they lose their right to life.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

The man arched a brow as he replied, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He felt like it was a game of cat and mouse except, he was a tiger and his subject, was the tiniest prey to mankind. “But, let me remind you! Since you can’t get your thick fucking head to work. You’re a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That ring any bells?”

The subject's face dropped.

“Ah, I see by your expression you know exactly what I’m talking about! Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He shrugged his cloak off placing it to the side of the doll. “I want to play a game.”

“What game? This isn’t a fucking game! You’re sick in the head you fucking cunt!”

The atmosphere shifted, the man remained calm while the subject went ballistic.

“What is this? What fucking game?”

“You feel the machine that’s currently occupying your ribs? Well, in about ten minutes that’s going to rip you apart. I’m proud to say that trap is my baby. I’ve been working on it especially for you! How nice is that?” he reached out to tug at the subject’s legs, tormenting them like a cat would a mouse. “Anyway, as my beautiful angel trap will rip you apart, my darling little friend Billy over here,” the subject followed the direction the man's hand pointed, “is going to match your face with the ugliness of your soul.”

“Fuck, fuck this! How do I stop it? Tell me how I fucking stop it!”

A boxy grin overtook the man's face, laughter poured from his mouth as he leaned over and slapped the subject’s leg. “This is a special game.”

“Who are you? What do you mean by ‘special game’?”

He raised himself so he stood tall and grabbed a knife from his pocket, “I’m the man you call Jigsaw.” He traced the tip of the knife along the subject’s ankle, “and when I say a special game… I mean you can’t get out.” While the subject was screaming in realisation, Taehyung walked back for his cloak, hung it over his shoulder and stalked off back the way he came. He sent one last smile to the subject as he rounded them and within the blink of an eye, he gripped the knife and slashed the subject’s achilles.

A chilling scream pierced the eerie atmosphere, the subject couldn’t string words together. Abundances of anxiety, terror and pure panic took reign of their body. Taehyung grabbed the injured muscles and forced his gloved fingers in as he gripped and twisted them, “That’s for Y/N.”

Taehyung had pressed the timer before he cut the subject’s tendons. He grabbed the tape from his pocket and threw it on the ground and with a chuckle he shouted, “Game over!”

Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard the gunshots pierce his subjects face followed by the sound of the angel trap, even this far away Taehyung heard every crack of the ribs and the noise of the body being tore apart.

Without looking back, Taehyung rounded the corner and slammed the door shut.

He’d chosen the Angel trap for the irony, the subject that was currently hanging from the ceiling was no angel. They were a fucked up, evil, waste of space. Taehyung had done the world a favour, he’d done you a favour.

That got him thinking, how much blood would you shed in order to stay alive?

[a/n: who do we think was in the trap???👀]

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spiderling-space · 4 years ago

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Could I request Yandere Kalim, with Soulmate Au? So Kalim and Reader would be soulmates, and Kalim is yandere for them. I don't mind what kind of soulmate Au, though, it could be timers, names, shared injures.

Although please feel free to reject if you don't want to write this.

I'm going with names since I like that the most. It became longer than I intended. Around 2,6k words.

PS: Have your individuality in your relationships.

Italics indicate thoughts

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Kalim Al-Asim

Warning: Yandere behaviour, guilt-tripping, gaslighting (passive), unhealthy relationship

It all started when he saw the tattoo on their forearm. "That's me!" He yelled suddenly, staggering back. He then rolled up his sleeve, "Is this your name?" He asked with such excitement that made (Y/N) think he would cry if they said no.

Nevertheless, it was their name. "Yes."

They didn't think they would meet their soulmate in NRC. After the day they met, (Y/N) asked around what type of person Kalim was. Everyone mentioned how different he was from the rest of school, how supportive he was, how he was there for them when needed, the way he radiates positivity everywhere he went and always having a smile on his face. (Y/N) wasn't going to lie. At first, they thought Kalim was faking it since they had seen similar people turning out to be evil in shows and movies they watched and the books they read. However, their opinion of him turned positive after hanging out together and getting to know each other. He was one of the best people they had ever met, had the brightest smile they had ever seen. No one would be able to resist him once he smiled and looked with those bright eyes. (Y/N) was one of them. Kalim had fun ideas but they had responsibilities to take care of, they couldn't spend their entire time with Kalim. But how could they reject Kalim's idea when he looked so heartbroken after saying they were busy? They couldn't. They got into trouble with the academy for not doing or doing sloppy homework and their friends for not spending time together.

Kalim might be their soulmate but that didn't mean they couldn't spend time apart. (Y/N) promised themselves that they would say no to Kalim the next time he asked to hang out together. They were soulmates who would marry one day. If they didn't set the boundaries now, they wouldn't be able to do it in the future. And they certainly didn't want their future life to turn up like that.

Unsurprisingly, Kalim showed up. "(Y/N)!" He kissed their cheek which was another thing they needed to talk about. "How've you been doing? Let's go carpet ride!" He didn't even wait for their response as he grabbed their sleeve and started pulling.

But no more. They were going to take a stand. "Kalim, stop." He didn't seem to hear them and kept pulling but (Y/N) planted themselves like a tree, unmoving. "Kalim, stop." He didn't even look at them. "Kalim!" That got his attention. "We need to talk. Now."

"We can talk on the carpet! C'mon!" He was ever excited but his smile faltered when they didn't cave in. "Are you upset with me?" He asked, giving them puppy dog eyes.

(Y/N) was glad that he at least understood they were upset. "Yes." his smile turned upside down, it was horrible to see him sad. "No!" He smiled once again. "I mean... ugh! I just..."

"I'm glad you aren't upset with me. Let's go!"

He must have understood that they were conflicted then why was he trying to dismiss it? It was frustrating him. "No! Fuck! I'm so done! I'm trying to have a conversation with you and you just ignore it! Do I not mean anything to you? Do -"

"You mean everything to me!"

"You did it again! You don't even let me finish!" (Y/N) couldn't stop anymore. It was now or never. "You don't care what I want as long as you get to do whatever you want! I hate it! You are suffocating me!" They pinched the bridge of their nose. "Just because we are soulmates doesn't mean we will be together 24/7. Give me a fucking break!" It felt good to spill everything out but they didn't realize the volume of their voice increase nor the people around staring at them. Damn it! Don't people have better things to do? "Can we talk somewhere private and just... uhm... fix the issue?"

Kalim looked like he was about to cry and he might have shed a tear or two, given that he seemed to wipe his eyes. Thankfully, he agreed and they went to his room for privacy. (Y/N) thought they messed up once and wanted to have a calmer discussion with him. They weren't able to sit, nervous about how he would react once he heard everything they wanted to say since just a small outburst made him teary eyes. "I shou-"

"I'm sor-"

They both spoke at the same time. "I need to tell th-"

"I'm sorry for making you feel as if I don't care for you." Kalim walked over (Y/N) and hugged them. "I promise to be a better boyfriend to you!" He kissed their cheek before letting them go. "Let's play- I mean... Do you want to play Mancala? Jamil would bring us snacks and it would be fun!" He acted as if he wasn't on the verge of crying a second ago and dismissed the issue once more but at least he apologized, that was progress.

Still...

"Kalim," They took his hands and led him to sit on his bed. "Thank you for apologizing but we didn't resolve anything. You dismissed what I feel again." They liked him, he was a good man but he just needed to listen to them. They believed he could change. "I love spending time with you but I have a personal life too. I couldn't do my homework properly for the last couple of weeks and I couldn't hang out with my friends. I need time for them too. And sometimes, I am too tired or I'm not interested in what you want to do. It is hard to say no to you when you look at me with those eyes. Please understand my wish to set personal boundaries." They didn't want to bring up guilt-tripping yet since they thought he would get better after this speech.

Kalim seemed to listen to what they said attentively. They hoped he wouldn't make a fuss about it. They felt better when he nodded. "I see." He pulled them into a hug. "I promise I'll be better for you, (Y/N)."

"Glad that we resolved it. Again, I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier." They hugged him back. "I now have to go and do my homework. See you later!" They untangled themselves from Kalim and headed out to their room.

The next day, Kalim showed up to ask them about another adventure he planned. He managed to convince them to join when he said he would be all alone if they didn't come with him. "I know I am sometimes clumsy, I hope I won't lose my balance and fall. Jamil would be with me normally but he has basketball practice for hours."

(Y/N) didn't want to go hiking with Kalim but if he hurt himself, they would be responsible in a way. They certainly didn't want Kalim to be hurt nor to be guilty of him getting hurt so he agreed to go with him. The following day Kalim came up with a new adventure. "I'd get lost in the woods without you. Jamil and I are both grew up in a desert country. He wouldn't be able to find us a way to return even if he tries. Please come with me to explore the woods so I can return safely with you." (Y/N) agreed to this too, not wanting to cause their soulmate to be lost in the woods.

On the adjacent days, Kalim came up with an idea and told them if they could come with him so that he wouldn't be harmed. They didn't want to feel any guilt if he were to injured so they joined all of them. On the last day, they said no.

Kalim gave them space after that day. (Y/N) thought he learned his lesson. Everything was fine in their life. They were even planning to ask Kalim on a date since they didn't talk for days.

"I've heard that (Y/N) tried to carve out their tattoo because they couldn't stand Kalim."

"I heard they tried to change the tattoo so they would have a different soulmate than Kalim."

"Is that even possible?"

"I don't know but I know that they tried. Haven’t you seen how (Y/N) made Kalim cry two weeks ago? They must despise him."

“How could a person despise Kalim? He is friends with everyone and there is no one who would say a bad thing about him.”

The fuck? (Y/N) was sure that they heard his and Kalim's name in their conversation. They certainly didn't do anything like that. As they passed the group, they received glares from everyone in the group. They wanted to tell Kalim what they heard and how idiotic it was but they couldn't reach him either by phone or by going over to Scarabia. Since they didn't get a chance to talk to Kalim, they went back to their room.

They managed to find Kalim the next day and talk briefly about what they heard. "I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding, (Y/N). I know you wouldn't do something like that." He smiled, making them feel better. They hanged out casually for the next few days then Kalim spontaneously invited them to a carpet ride.

"I'm sorry, I promised my friends that we would binge-watch this new tv show that came out."

"It's okay." They were glad to hear Kalim's positive response. He really is working himself to be a better boyfriend.

The next morning at breakfast, their mood turned sour.

"Did you know that the reason (Y/N) pushes Kalim away is that they are having an affair with someone?"

"No one would cheat on their soulmate once they learn they are soulmates. That's just nasty."

(Y/N) left without eating breakfast so they wouldn't hear any of those stupid people. They needed fresh air to distract themselves from what they heard but it only made things worse.

"My friend told me. He saw (Y/N) flirt with a guy from Scarabia right after they sent Kalim away." A guy from Heartslabyul said a student from Octavinelle and Pomefiore.

"I bet that's the person they are cheating with and they must be using Kalim's money to do whatever they want." added the Pomefiore student.

"So (Y/N) is acting the perfect soulmate for Kalim for his money and use his money to fuck around with another guy. I thought soulmates wouldn't be able to be with someone else other than each other." Heartslabyul student said

"You can break the bond but you need to do an unspeakable thing first." Octavinelle one told the group.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Doesn't matter. This means (Y/N) did something unspeakable. I feel sorry for Scarabia prefect."

(Y/N) didn't want to hear their talk anymore as they rushed to Kalim's side. Unfortunately, he was sick and didn't have the energy to talk to them as Jamil informed them.

The next day the rumors got worse. "Kalim is terminally sick because (Y/N) tried to break their bond." "They are trying to kill him." So forth.

The rumors around (Y/N) grew larger and larger. At first, their friends defended them whereas Kalim was nowhere to be seen. But their friends abandoned them too. "We believe, you didn't do anything but the others don't and they don't talk to or look at us since we are friends with you. Forgive us but we don't want to spend our student lives as ostracized."

They were all alone. No one spoke to them. They just talked about them but never to them. They couldn't take it anymore.

(Y/N) didn't have any other choice. They had only one place to go. They thought all of these rumors would die if people saw they were with Kalim and if he said there was no problem between them. So they went to Kalim. They didn't say they came to him because of rumors but they thought he knew it deep down. He didn't care what people were saying about them as he hugged them tightly. "You should move to Scarabia. Even my room!" He said, eyed closed with a huge smile on his face. "No one would say anything about you then." They were soulmates and have been dating for months so staying in the same room wasn't outrageous for them. They accepted his proposal. He immediately asked Jamil to help them with their stuff. After placing their basic stuff in Kalim's room, he asked if they wanted to walk to clear their head which (Y/N) accepted dearly.

"At least, people won't talk about how you beat me and gave me bruises anymore!" Kalim said with a cheery attitude.

Huh? Nobody was talking about that in the school.

"Or how you sneaked into treasury room to get yourself some diamonds!" He added another rumor that didn't exist.

There was something in the way he said those that were giving goosebumps to them. (Y/N)'s mind was trying to understand why they felt on edge suddenly. It was better to confront the issue now. "Uhm... those weren't among the rumors. Whe-"

"Oh, they weren't?" Kalim looked surprised. "I thought I vented about it. Hmmm... never mind then! Let's go and ride flying carpet."

Did he say 'vented?'

"Sorry, Kalim. You said vented. What do you mean by it?" (Y/N)'s instinct was telling them to run from great danger but Scarabia was a safe place. It must be their mind playing tricks on them.

"Since we weren't together, I was feeling upset. My friends just asked me why I was upset and I told them everything. It's good to be friends with the majority of the school since I had so many friends who listened to what I said. They are such good people, listening to my worries attentively and comforting me." He stopped in front of them, looked them right in the eyes. "They say talking fixes every problem. And look! Talking made you come back to me."

Talking solves everything but it wasn't him talking that made me succumb to his wish. It was those nasty rumors. Surely he knows... Oh. Oh! That is just ridiculous, he wouldn't do something like that to me. He loves me too much for it. Still... (Y/N) wanted to believe that what they were thinking was just their mind was making that up. "Kalim, you know that the rumors caused me great problems."

He cut them off again. "Don't worry. I won't talk about your thievery and the bruises you gave me. Since you are back in my arms, there is no need for me to talk about you to my friends anymore."

"I didn't steal anything or even hurt an inch of you. Why would you talk about something that doesn't exist?"

"Those rumors won't exist as long as you are with me. Since you will never ever leave me again, you won't need to work your mind about it." Kalim told them with a bright smile on his face. "Now let me show you a whole new world!" He grabbed their hand and tugged their sleeve. "Unless you want to leave me by myself. It would be a shame if your reputation plummets down more."

(Y/N) was too shocked to answer so they just nodded.

"Great! Let's go!" Their mind was numb as Kalim dragged them after him.

Kalim looked like the sweetest person one could ever meet. They didn't think he would ever do something so nasty.

Is this the man whom I'll spend the rest of the days with? What did I do to deserve such fate?

#twisted wonderland #twst #kalim al asim #scarabia #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere kalim al asim #twisted wonderland yandere #yandere twst #yandere #ficlet #gender neutral reader

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recurring-polynya · 3 years ago

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i’m gonna try out my luck for the renji bday thing😭

- renji being a mediator between rukia and ichika(idk why i feel like rukia and ichika would get into rly dumb arguments and just fight like they’re the same age)

- renji and ichika get a tattoo

- jealous rukia(of course)

- anything that takes place in inuzuri, i loved your ‘dumb teens stealing kisses’ snippet so much 😭

- more of the tattoo artist renji falls for a client AU

I hope you’ll forgive me for cheating a bit, but when I saw this, I said, “what if I just gave you more of the dumb teens stealing kisses” fic? because honestly, it’s just sitting here.

For people who don’t obsessively follow my incoherent ramblings about my own WIPs, this is an excerpt for i can’t believe i found you in that town, a story that takes place during Renji and Rukia’s last year in Inuzuri. Two out of their three friends have passed away, their powers are growing steadily stronger, and they are starting to face the fact that they aren’t children anymore. I have two more parts of Heart is a Muscle to get through first, so I never work on it, but it is very close to my heart.

PS: This is not going on ao3 at this time, because I really do intend to finish it eventually, so consider this a Tumblr exclusive.

❄ ❄ ❄

In a strange confluence, all three of them have found gainful employment at the same time.

Renji is guarding crates. He does not ask what is in the crates. He does not want to know what is in the crates. He stands next to the crates and his size deters most people. Occasionally, he is called upon to punch someone in the face. It’s good work.

Fujimaru got him this gig, actually. Mameji was good with numbers and he taught Fujimaru a lot, and now Fujimaru has a gig keeping the books for the guys who own the crates. That seems like pretty good work to Renji, too. Fujimaru says he wishes it involved more punching people. Renji wishes his job involved punching fewer people. Everyone’s got complaints.

Rukia has found work in a shop. This is charming and hilarious to both boys. It’s a pawn shop that paradoxically seems to buy about three times as much junk as it sells. It’s obvious that the only reason the owner hired Rukia is because the clientele likes to come in and look at her, but the fact is, she’s an amazing bargainer, and she’s making him a ton of change.

Renji stops in one late afternoon when his own shift is over, and watches her sell a man a knife that looks like it will break if he looks at it funny. She offers to throw in a shitty ball of twine and the man agrees to pay what is easily four times what the knife is worth, and leaves smiling. Amazing.

The shop owner eyes Renji warily. Renji never starts trouble, and he’s even stopped it once or twice, but at the same time, his presence is cramping the appeal of the pretty shopgirl.

“I’m off,” Rukia tells her boss.

“See y’tomorrow,” the seedy man grumbles.

“You don’t get paid every day?” Renji asks Rukia loudly. “I get paid at the end of every shift.”

“She gets paid at the end of the week,” the shopkeeper grouses.

Renji flexes one arm experimentally, admiring his own bicep. “It’s nice getting paid every day. Makes you want to come back the next day, y’know.”

“She comes back every day so she can get paid at the end of the week.”

Rukia’s eyes dart between them.

“Ah, you must be a great boss, very trustworthy,” Renji comments, stretching his back. “Although gettin’ paid every day is a nice way to show trust, too. Hey, Ru, you wanna stop at Takahashi’s on the way home? I heard they got in some dried mackerel and I,” he winks at Rukia’s boss, “got paid today.”

“Pfft,” Rukia huffs, wrapping her shawl around her shoulders. “I’m sure it’s a scam. We need rice, though, and more water.”

“Hey, girl,” Rukia’s boss spits out. “You had a good shift! Here’s your pay for today, as a reward for doing so well. Come back tomorrow, okay?”

“Of course,” Rukia agrees, taking the coins with a sly smile.

As they head out of town, she jabs him in the ribs with her elbows. “You’re so obvious.”

“Got you paid, didn’t I?”

“You did, thank you. He hates you, you know.”

Renji sighs dramatically. “How can I live with myself?”

Rukia snorts. “He’s gross, I hate him. I hate that whole job. Smiling at people. Acting kind to horrible people. It’s so fake. I don’t know why you like working so much, I’d rather just steal.”

“I’ve seen you working, what you do is not much different from stealing.” Renji rubs his hands together. It’s getting cold, especially with the sun setting. “I appreciate the effort, though. I mean, we do. Me and Fujimaru. I like this. Having money, that is. It’s nice.”

Rukia regards him out of the corner of her eye.

“Do you? Do you appreciate it?”

Renji frowns. “Yeah, of course I do. I know you don’t like it.”

Rukia stops walking and turns to him. “C’mere.” She gestures toward herself and makes the pointing motion she does when she wants him to bend down to her level. Even though this results in a cuff to the back of his head more often than not, Renji obeys. “If you really appreciate it, I think you should do something nice for me.”

Renji should know by now to be wary of such an ominous statement, but he falls for it anyway. “Sure. Name it.”

“I want to kiss you again.”

Renji tugs at his ponytail. “Again? Really?”

It was probably six years between the first and second time she had wanted to kiss him, but the second time had only been a few months ago, last spring, after he broke his arm saving her from a large, angry man she had attempted to pickpocket.

“You said you were open to the idea,” Rukia scowled.

“I...did,” Renji stammered. To be fair, he had been in immense pain at the time and probably would have agreed to just about anything. He could have used that as an excuse. It seemed like Rukia was thinking the same, he could tell she was already getting herself wound up to be hurt at his rejection. That stung a little, the idea that she expected so little of him. “No problem. Anything for you. Go for it.” He bent his knees a little deeper and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact.

“You gotta relax a little, man, it’s not a punch in the nards,” Rukia scolded, grabbing ahold of his ears and laying one on him.

Renji didn’t fantasize about kissing girls. He liked girls well enough, but he liked guys more. There was one exception to that rule, and that was Rukia. He liked her more than anyone. It wasn’t right to fantasize about Rukia, though, in his opinion, because he lived with her and it wasn’t respectful and also… also, if he spent too much time thinking about things like kissing her, he might want to do it. So, he avoided the slippery slope of girls in general, and restricted his spicy kissing fantasies to the lean, knife-eyed Rukongai punks that hung out on street corners and had really sexy ways of saying “heeeeeey.” Renji was perpetually working on his “heeeeeeys.”

But Rukia was kissing him now, and it seemed equally disrespectful to pretend she wasn’t. Her lips were soft against his, and curious. Her fingers relaxed their painful grip on his ears and snuck around to rest on the back of his neck. She must have been keeping her hands in her sleeves, because they were warm, and they felt so good and this was good, this was so, so good and it occurred to Renji that maybe he was meant to kiss her back, she had never mentioned anything about--

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it, Abarai?” Rukia was saying.

It was over.

Renji blew air out his cheeks. “Naw, it was fine. Ah, did you, uh… was it everything you hoped and dreamed?”

“It was okay,” she shrugged, but her eyes twinkled. She started walking again and Renji had to do a little skip and a jump to catch up. “Fujimaru’s probably home already. How come he didn’t come with you to pick me up?”

“Oh, there were extra crates today, so he’s working late. But we can have the rice ready and surprise him!”

“Mm, yes, that sounds nice,” Rukia agreed. She hummed a little as she walked. “Hey, Renji?”

“Yeah?”

“Back at the shop-- did you call me Ru? What was that?”

Renji made a face. “I dunno. I thought it was cute.” You’re cute, his brain added, and suddenly, he couldn’t unsee it. She was unbearably cute, wrapped up in her shawl, that little piece of hair hanging between her eyes, those beautiful eyes. “If you don’t like it, I’ll--”

“You’ve known me for nine years and you decide, just now, to give me a nickname?”

He shrugged. “Things can change, right? Even out here in the ass end of Rukongai?”

She regarded him for a moment. “It is cute. I will allow it, but only from you, and don’t do it around gross people like my greasy boss.”

“Yeah, no prob,” he agreed, squeezing his hands under his armpits. He had a bad feeling that they were in for a brutal winter this year.

“Hey!” Rukia said, and he realized she was holding out his hand to him. Gingerly, he took it, hoping she wouldn’t mind his own cold fingers. She didn’t seem to.

#renji's birthday 2k21 #my writing #i was strongly tempted to do another chapter of the tattoo artist au on top of this #except that the next chapter doesn't even have renji in it #it has rukia and orihime TALKING ABOUT renji if that counts for anything #and then i ran out of time #i know i have posted an excerpt of this excerpt before i am sorry i just love it TOO MUCH

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Chapter 131: The Dream of the Holy Nun (XXI)

Save countdown: 30 seconds, 29 seconds, 28 seconds…

As time passed, Qi Leren stared at the familiar yet strange man on the throne. His mind was blank. He couldn't think, and he didn't dare to think. The unspeakable fear that had been hidden deep in his heart for a long time was confirmed at this nightmarish moment - he had opened the door of the defenseless shelter and invited the polite devil standing outside to come in.

If everything from when they had first met wasn’t a coincidence, how many secrets had he inadvertently revealed?

Qi Leren was so desperate that he couldn't even think about it.

Twenty seconds, nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds…

"Good evening, Leren, why don't ask my name?" Su He asked softly from the throne.

Qi Leren closed his eyes painfully. If Su He was a demon, he was definitely not an ordinary one. He had deliberately used him to come to this where the Holy Dun killed the old Devil more than 20 years ago, and what he sought was by no means an ordinary thing.

Qi Leren asked hoarsely: "Power or Slaughter?"

Su He smiled lightly and said meaningfully: "I’m the one you missed."

"Impossible, the Lord of Fraud is a woman..." Qi Leren retorted with shock only to realize instantly.

In the Witchcraft Sacrifice task, both he and Ning Zhou had been forced to appear as another gender. If the Devil of Fraud had also appeared in the task he would probably have been like them, as it would be fun for the Devil of Fraud to hide his gender... Qi Leren suddenly remembered the voice he’d heard vaguely in the underground palace: "Because it’s very interesting. It's so interesting to watch you cheat and kill each other because of despair, fear, and jealousy."

That gentle and beautiful voice made him feel cold all over. He had never heard this voice, but the tone had felt familiar. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t recognized the source of this female voice, but the tone and the habit of speaking were clearly….

"Now, do you understand?" Su He asked with a smile.

He understood. Everything was clear. Ever since Su He had first appeared in the Novice Village, he had noticed his abnormality. The so-called Novice Village bug was not only the killer, but also a laptop loaded with the Nightmare Game. But at that time, Su He had no evidence. He’d just watched him and waited patiently for him to reveal his flaws.

The Witchcraft Sacrifice was a temptation which had made him carry out a task under the Lord of Fraud’s nose, but still he’d found nothing. No, maybe he’d left some marks on him. And then he was parasitized by the seed of slaughter with an abnormal growth rate, which may have been coincidence or may have been inevitable.

Castle Cry was a trap that had been set in advance. Isabel interfered with the copy’s history according to his command, and the ignorant Qi Leren had showed his biggest flaw - the laptop had appeared, then Su He followed, and then the computer disappeared mysteriously, perhaps in the hands of Su He, perhaps by a certain force intending to hide the secret of the computer from Su He. However, in the Castle Cry, Su He had become 100% sure that it was Qi Leren.

He had been gentle and considerate, patiently dormant, and had presented himself properly. Finally, he’d received the invitation as he wished and entered the Holy City, which had always been sealed to him. Maybe at first he was just a little suspicious and curious, but in the end he got a surprise.

Really, it was a perfect scam.

"It's so funny, the incredible expression worn by a blind, ignorant human at the moment when they discover the truth..." the voice belonging to Su He echoed in the hall. Under his gentle eyes, everything was just his playthings. Qi Leren shuddered.

Qi Leren suddenly didn't want to ask any more questions. He didn't want to know his calculations, his purposes, and what kind of person the real Su He was.

His time was running out.

Three seconds, two seconds, one second... The countdown for the skill’s cooling was 0:59:59.

"Time is up." The corners of Su He’s mouth hooked upwards as he looked at him happily. "From what I know about you, you’ll save before pushing open this suspicious door. You didn't even think about resisting it. It's not like you."

Qi Leren’s breath hitched. He knew that his strength was very different from Su He’s. As long as Su He used his field, he would be crushed to death in front of him like a worm, but what if... What if Su He was careless?

It was a gamble, but what other choice did he have than to accept his fate?

Most importantly... If he died…

"Where is Ning Zhou?" Qi Leren asked.

"Isabel’s with him. Although she’s only been the Witch of Jealousy for a short time, I gave her some extra preferential treatment. A small cup of Devil's blood makes such a powerful witch that surely even her friends would look at her with new eyes," Su He said.

Isabel? She was here too? How did she get in? It must be that Su He had hidden demons in his field and brought them into the Holy City.

Qi Leren's heart was getting heavier. What should he do? Exactly what was there to do? Keep stalling? However, even if he prolonged it, the situation wouldn’t get better. Even if Ning Zhou defeated Isabel, he couldn't be an even opponent for the Devil of Fraud.

No matter how he thought, there was a dead end ahead.

No, think again, calm down... He had to at least figure out the purpose of Su He’s chess game so that he could leave some glimmer of chance for Ning Zhou.

Qi Leren tried to stay calm, looking at the huge statue of Maria holding the sword she had stabbed into the black dragon. The sword on the statue of Maria was not made of stone, but instead was a huge metal sword reflecting a sharp arc of light.

This should be the real sword Maria had used to kill the Devil, that was, it was this field’s memento of destruction.

Just pull it out and cut open the field, and the task could be completed.

"That's Ms. Maria's sword. It has a holy and dazzling power. Unfortunately, Devils can't touch it... I should thank her for her dedication and sacrifice in changing the rule over the demon world." Su He stood up and held out his hand toward the black dragon.

The space before his hand twisted and the black dragon's chest suddenly lit with a deep red light, and a burning flame burst out of its chest and flowed back into Su He’s hand.

The flame went out, leaving a palm-sized ruby with bright red flowing inside it, as if it were blood.

Apart from the seed of slaughter, Qi Leren had never been able to feel demon energy, but he couldn't help shivering when he saw that ruby.

That was a kind of evil and overbearing power, which is disturbing and fearful.

"What is that?" Qi Leren whispered.

Su He held the ruby in his hand and looked at it with great interest: "It has many names. You can call it a higher form of devil crystallization or a collection of the evil in this world, but I prefer a name that’s easier to understand. In hell, it represents one third of the kingship."

Qi Leren swallowed his saliva. One third? Where were the two remaining thirds?

"There are a lot of things I know very well, so it doesn’t matter that there’s a lot I don’t know. I never ask questions, I simply enjoy the fun of solving puzzles. However, I originally thought you knew a lot. Although I don't know where you got the clue to enter the Holy City, it turns out that you only know a little about it after repeated trials. You’re really very careful," Su He said lightly.

The unsettling feeling struck again. Although he already knew what dangerous struggle he might be involved in, the feeling of being a pawn became more and more vivid at this moment.

He can't wait for his death any longer, but he would die either way. He still had the Easter Egg. As long as his body stayed intact, it could be resurrected in seven days, but... What could he do about Ning Zhou? Even if he could defeat Isabel, then take down Maria's sword, cut her field, and finish the task, so long as Su He has the heart to kill him, he couldn't survive.

Unless he could really kill Su He while he was being careless, but was this possible?

The gap in the strength of the field made Qi Leren so desperate that he even lost his desperate courage.

"Qi Leren," Su He called his name.

Qi Leren raised his head and looked at Su He stepping down the throne’s steps. He looked at him commandingly, and his scarlet eyes seemed to be filled with thoughtful interest.

"I’m curious, will a person who has experienced countless deaths still be afraid of death?" Su He asked.

"...They will be. No matter how many times, people are extremely afraid when they go to their death. This is engraved in their genes, so as long as there’s a choice, people always want to live," Qi Leren tried to answer calmly.

"Human beings’ desire to survive is really interesting, but it’s this kind of power that will give birth to incredible miracles." The Devil King standing on the high platform smiled at him, cut his wrist, and the bright red blood flowed into a goblet - the same goblet he had used when they had a picnic in the Garden of the Holy Tomb.

It’s just that what was in the cup now was no longer sweet wine, but sinful temptation from hell.

"For demons, 'to do aught good never will be our task, but ever to do ill our sole delight'. If someone has a firm soul, seduce him, torture him, and destroy him until his pure white soul is so dirty it falls into hell... But if you can’t, then fear it and destroy it." The Devil who enjoyed toying with people raised the goblet toward him and gently asked, "Now you have a choice: Would you like to be born of betrayal or die of martyrdom?"

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ballerinaroy · 4 years ago

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Ron(after a three-month Auror mission) returns home & Hermione tells him she's pregnant (VERY EMOTIONAL FLUFF)

I’ve been holding onto this one for a while for just the right inspiration. Hope you enjoy!

PS: My ask box is back open for prompts! I’ve still got 12 of the dialogue prompts to finish up but please feel free to send more!

She’d had it all planned out in her mind. A cake with a special message on top, vanilla with chocolate frosting, and in the neat baker’s scroll Happy Birthday Daddy. Only, instead of a post-birthday celebration with just the two of them, Ron had come home from work that evening with a grim look on his face. One she’d become all too familiar with in their three years of marriage.

“I’m sorry,” he’d said, distraught, not even having to name.

“How long?” she managed, gripping his arm though they were not yet entangled.

“A month, six weeks at most.”

And although it had pained her, although she was bursting to tell him, to share the life growing inside of her, she had closed her lips, and pressed her face to his chest and made him swear he’d come home.

~~~

The cake had been delicious even if the baby wasn’t as fond as sweets as their father (it hadn’t tasted quite as good coming up as going down) and Hermione held the secret close. For it was Ron, who had had an equal part in conception, who deserved to know first. To share the private joy with her, the thrill of a life-changing secret. She counted down the days as the first month passed then the second, holding onto every letter he penned and that was passed to her in secret. As the first trimester disappeared she held onto the secret.

A baby, their baby. Who would grow up loved and cherished. One that would feel real as soon as their father knew of the baby’s existence.

“How much longer?” she asked Harry in a moment of weakness.

He’d taken to looking in on her, stopping by to beg her round for dinner or to putter around her home as though he didn’t have a toddler and pregnant wife of his own.

“Hermione I-“ he stared, staring at her hopelessly.

She felt the tears well up in her eyes. Everything made her emotional now. Songs and sights that would only ever make her smile before was now a cue for waterworks.

“Soon,” Harry pleaded. “He’s coming as soon as he can.”

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Three months. Ninety-seven days without him. The longest they’d been apart since she’d left for Hogwarts—no before that even for during her seventh year there’d been Hogsmeade weekends and quidditch matches and desperate midnight rendezvous in the room of requirement— the longest since they’d met.

Come home. She scratched into parchment a dozen times and tossed the letter into the fire. She knew he had to. Wouldn’t be gone so long if he didn’t have to. He wouldn’t leave her if he didn’t have to.

She wrote it out a dozen times. Knowing that telling him would summon him back and make this nightmare end. She missed him so fiercely that every night she fantasied about what he might have done if she’d let it slip. If her perfect plan to tell him might have not involved his birthday or a cake but instead, a blurt in the middle of the night or a handwritten card.

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That night she fell asleep on the sofa, wrapped in one of his sweaters, a half-finished letter on her lap that she’d never send for she loved him too much to make him question his career. In her dream, he came to her. That crooked grin she loved, those bright blue eyes. A noise started her awake and in the confusion of waking in a place she never fell asleep, she was convinced a moment that he was indeed a fantasy.

Those same blue eyes, his cheeks covered in a beard thicker than she’d ever seen. His hair long and shaggy.

“Ron,” she whispered, holding onto the fantasy for a moment longer.

But the hands that pulled her forward so he might press his face to her abdomen felt real and she was completely stunned to realize that she wasn’t still dreaming.

“Hermione,” he whispered back, voice aching with emotion.

She kissed the top of his head, noticing a letter crumpled in his left fist.

“You read my letter?” she asked, feeling a little cheated.

“It was addressed to me,” he answered cheekily in that tone that she loved and when he peaked up at her there were tears in his eyes. “Is it true? Are you-?”

“Yes.” And at last her heart filled with glee, terror, all of those emotions she’d kept at bay unlocked with only one sight of him. “We’re having a baby.”

“Oh Hermione,” he said, kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, every place he could reach as the texture of his beard tickled her skin. “Oh, Hermione.”

“Welcome home,” she replied, capturing his lips with hers at last. “Welcome home.”

Pt II here.

#roywrites #ROMIONE #romione fanfic

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ardenttheories · 4 years ago

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ardent, I have a real rough question to ask you. is it worth it to read hs^2? Ive been avoiding reading it because I didnt want to ruin what I loved about homestuck, but seeing the amount of art and interaction makes me feel like I'm missing out. I know it's not going to be good, but do I still take the risk? are there homestuck fanprojects you'd suggest instead?

An anon asked: Hi, may I ask what is your opinion of fan creation inspired from Homestuck? I'm not the biggest fan of where homestuck is heading but was wondering on your opinions of fan comics. I'm leaning towards reading them over Homestuck2 because of some of the writing that Hussie and his team of writers have produced in Homestuck2 feels off and a bit weird for Homestuck. (Ps. Have a lovely day.)

I forgot to answer the anon when I first got it, but since both mention fanvantures, I’ll combine the two!

I would absolutely not recommend reading HS^2, personally. There’s just a lot wrong with it that I genuinely don’t like and am deeply uncomfortable with. Futanari Jade making Rose cheat on Kanaya to have a baby she then completely abandoned is really just the tip of the iceberg, from what I’ve read and seen; there’s also just an outright lack of care for triggers (the warnings for which were taken off chapter by chapter, so you’ve got no idea what you’re going into anymore) and so much bullshit around facts from Homestuck not being taken into consideration during writing (for instance, Rose tells Terezi about the Exiles despite Terezi being the one who told Dave about them back in Act 5).

It’s uncomfortable, sloggish, uncaring, actively written to ruin Homestuck for fans, and overall just unpleasant to read. Not only is it a bad continuation, it’s just bad fiction in general. Some of this of course is exacerbated by the writers themselves, which is another reason I refuse to read it; I do not want to support them in any capacity.

I wouldn’t say you’re missing out. There’s some genuinely interesting things in HS^2, but a lot of it is overshadowed by how bad it is. That’s why I stopped reading, personally. You could always give it a go, see what you think and if you can handle it or if it appeals to you - because it’s different for everyone! Some people genuinely like it, and that’s okay, too - but I wouldn’t recommend it.

If you read the Epilogues just fine, you should be okay? But if they were rough for you to read, I’d definitely say HS^2 will be worse. You can still enjoy the content on the peripheral, though; for instance, acejams/sarcasmprodigy draws some HS^2 bits, but only really the designs that she likes. Consuming fan content while avoiding the comic itself is no issue, as far as I can tell.

That said, I’d 100% recommend reading fanventures. There’s a lot of benefits to them, actually!

Firstly, since they’re made by fans doing it for free, there’s a lot of love that goes into them. You know that what you’re getting is going to some degree be a homage to Homestuck, and that even if it’s an AU or divergent somehow, it’s still going to be loyal to characters you love.

There’s a lot less - and I mean a lot less - bullshittery in fanventures than HS^2 proper. It’s done for fun, for love! It’s going to connect with you, as a fan, a little more, because it’s literally written by fans for fans; by people who know what the fandom wants because they’re actively part of it.

Also, the writers don’t want to ruin the characters, so that’s an incredible bonus.

That said, here are a few fanventures I’d recommend:

SOULSTUCK: A fanventure that takes place in the Soul Eater universe, following Roxy and Dirk as they work towards getting that sweet, sweet final Witch soul to become a proper duo. I haven’t read too much of it, but the art is beautiful, the writing is well in character, and it’s also pretty faithful to the original Soul Eater while staying uniquely Homestuck, too.

Guidestuck: A pretty wellknown fanventure that started up again recently, following a kidswap universe where the kids’ initial sprite prototypings (the Harlequin doll, Jaspers, Bec, and Cal) are the kids (Cal Strider, Bec Harley, Quinn Egbert, Jaspers Lalonde), and our kids are their associated items (John’s a plush toy; Bro and Dave are dolls; Jade is a puppy; Rose is a cat). Also features a very unique look at what Alternia would be like if the lusii were the sapient species, and the trolls the symbiotic one.

TLCstuck: Double Death of the Author: A fairly interesting redo of Homestuck, taking control of the narrative a little after Game Over - so, essentially completely changing the story of Homestuck partway through Act 6. There’s a FAQ to give you more information - on how it’s written, how it’s changed, and how it works overall.

Note for TLCstuck, though; it’s very explicitly ship-neutral. This means that although characters’ sexualities remain the same, no actual shipping generally happens in the comic. It also, since it continues from Game Over, doesn’t have a lot of the content that occurred in the Retcon timeline - including DaveKat and Davepeta (alongside the other combosprites). Keep this in mind on whether or not you want to read it, but I think it’s still a good read regardless.

Act 8: Might be one you’ve seen in the tags before! Unsurprisingly, it picks up after Act 7, and works a little like TLCstuck in that it changes the narrative from that point on. Just before the kids can go through the door to Earth C, the white door explodes. It’s animated beautifully, drawn amazingly well, and is well written! If you want to continue Homestuck’s story with the Retcon changes, this would be best for you to read.

Well, that, or...

Act Omega: Like Act 8, it picks up after Act 7, only this time before they can claim their reward, a foe we’ve seen before appears to take the win from their grasp. It’s incredibly well animated and drawn from what I’ve seen so far, with an amazing initial fight sequence. It’s well written, and even from a cursory read-through, they reintroduce most of the main characters (including the Alpha trolls) for a second try at characterisation. Pretty nifty!

Homestuck: Subscript: I know significantly less about this one, except that there is some gorgeous art and design in it. It’s an interesting take compared to the others, since it actually happens on Earth C - so it’s more of a HS^2 replacement than anything else I’ve shown so far. It’s also incredibly different, though, and takes a little more a of a Candy route in so far as it focuses a lot more on relationships. It depends on your tastes!

Karkat goes to a Convention: Everything I know about this comes from a friend talking about it. It’s entirely satirical, I think, and a bit of a pisstake more than anything else? It’s quite literally what it says; actual Homestuck Karkat ends up at a normal, everyday convention. From what I understand it does get more detailed and involved as it goes on, but it’s also good for laughs.

Abodebound: A webcomic a friend of mine wrote! It’s a completely original fanventure, essentially a fansession. There’s music and animation, as well as Homestuck-eqsue writing and original comedy, and some really sweet videos. I’ve never read it all the way through (life’s a bitch like that) but it’s what inspired me to create my own fanventure, and for something completely original but with the same feel as Homestuck, it’s pretty spot-on.

Also, though it’s never been finished, what little exists of Heinoustuck is a delicious treat if you’re into horror. And Prequel -or- Making A Cat Cry: The Adventure is a really good Skyrim comic done in the old Homestuck style. Definitely NOT Homestuck, but it’s got the same art and humour, as well as games and animation - so it’s pretty sweet to look into, if nothing else.

#long post//#homestuck^2 critical #ardenttheories out of theory #homestuck fanventures #princefaux

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all-things-skam · 5 years ago

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hii could you write something about the boys finding out about sander and robbe? ps. i love your fics!

Can you do a fic of the boy squad finding out about Robbe and sander! Love everything you write!

Hi! Please could I request the boy squad walking in on Robbe and Sander, what they’re doing in that situation is up to you ☺️

Title: Quiet mornings at casa Milan, Zoenne and Robbe

Ship: Wtfock | Robbe Ijzermans + Sander Driesen (Sobbe)

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Quiet mornings at the flatshare were rare. Something was always going on, whether it was a casual conversation over breakfast, an argument between Zoe and Senne or Milan pulling pranks on his flatmates - like that time he pretended to be Zoe and slid into bed with Senne.

Although it was entertaining and lively, it could get exhausting at times. Robbe wasn't used to so much craziness in his home. Especially in the morning.

When Robbe woke up on Saturday morning, there was surprisingly no one up. He knitted his eyebrows and peaked at the entrance, remarking that Zoe's shoes and jacket were absent. Did she go out already? It's barely 10am.

Robbe shrugged and went to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker. He made more, knowing that Sander would want some when he'd wake up, being one of those people who drank coffee in the morning but clearly didn't need it, being energetic enough already.

Leaning against the counter, the brunet scrolled down his phone, trying to find something to cook for breakfast. He wasn't a grand cook, but he could attempt to make pancakes. Sander has a sweet tooth, he'll like that.

Milan was either sleeping off his hangover or leisuring in bed with his Friday hook up - Robbe bet on the latter, having heard the door open around 2am -, so he wouldn't be there to tease him about being a good housewife for cooking for his boyfriend.

The coffee maker beeped, signaling that the coffee was ready. Robbe put his phone down and poured some in a mug, hissing when he burned his lips from eagerly taking a sip.

Concentrated on the pancake batter sizzling in the pan, Robbe didn't hear the feet sliding on the hardwood and making their way to the kitchen.

From the doorway, Sander smiled at the sight of his boyfriend standing by the stove, looking all cute while cooking breakfast in his boxers and a tee shirt. Smirking, Sander saw the perfect opportunity to sneak behind Robbe and wrap his arms around his waist, causing the smaller one to jump.

''Sander! Don't do that again... I could've burned myself,'' Robbe warned, flipping the pancake on the other side.

''Good morning you too. Smells good,'' the blond said, nuzzling his face in Robbe's neck, kissing up to his jaw.

Leaning into his boyfriend's touch, a smile formed on Robbe's lips, one hand going to rest over Sander's while the other one held the spatula. ''I made pancakes,'' Robbe declared, turning around in Sander's hold. ''You hungry? There's coffee too.''

Sander hummed, eyes on Robbe's face, staring at his delicate features. ''Aren't you the prettiest in the morning?'' He grabbed a piece of Robbe's hair between his fingers and twirled it around, grinning before dipping to kiss him.

Breaking from the kiss, Robbe rolled his eyes, faking annoyance and returned to his pancake before it burned.

''Hey, I wasn't finished...'' Sander pulled him back toward him, Robbe's back hitting his bare chest. He kissed his cheek repeatedly and Robbe chuckled, enjoying the small moment just the two of them while it lasted.

The lack of privacy one of the downside of living with flatmates. Someone was always in Robbe's business, asking questions or knocking on his door when Sander was over. It was annoying.

Turning off the stove, Robbe put the last pancake on the pile. It had been a struggle to cook while Sander was attached to his body, but he made it work.

Barely two minutes after sitting down and diving into their pancakes, Milan emerged from his bedroom. He downed a tall glass of water for his parched throat and eyed the pancakes on the table with heart eyes.

''Hello lovebirds. Aw, you made pancakes for me, Robbe?'' his flatmate said, about to steal a piece from his plate.

Immediately, Robbe moved his plate away from Milan's reach. ''Don't touch it! Who knows where those hands have been...''

Milan smiled smugly. '' Well-''

Robbe grimaced, shaking his head. ''I don't want to know,'' he pressed before Milan could elaborate.

Before him, Sander chuckled, sipping his coffee as he watched the scene between the two roomates. He hadn't known Milan for long, but he was a fun one.

The doorbell rang, forcing their conversation to end.

''I'll go!'' Milan offered, heading in direction of the door, leaving the young couple to themselves.

Robbe stood to pour himself a second cup of coffee, but, as he passed in front of Sander, the blond grabbed him be his waist, pulling him down on his lap before he could go anywhere. A soft giggle left Robbe's lips, leaning into his lover and snaking his arms around his neck to kiss his temple.

There was some chatter by the door as Milan let some people in, but Robbe didn't hear them, caught in his own bubble of honeymoon love with Sander.

Someone cleared their throat and Robbe and Sander snapped out of their bubble, the younger one going completely still when seeing Jens, Aaron and Moyo in the kitchen's entrance. His heart started hammering behind his chest, an anxious knot forming in the pit of his stomach.

It wasn't how Robbe wanted to introduce his boyfriend to is friends, but the secret was out now. It wasn't a full secret. They knew that he was seeing someone, they just hadn't met him - or so they thought - nor knew his name. Robbe felt bad telling them that he had stolen Britt's boyfriend, having voiced his opinion on cheating in the past. Even though he was head over heels in love with Sander, it didn't erase the wrongness of cheating on Noor with her friend's boyfriend.

''W-what are you all doing here?'' His voice was insecure and tense.

Sensing his discomfort, Sander rubbed Robbe's hip subtly, trying to reassure him and ease some anxiety. Alas, it didn't do much. If anything, Sander's presence made the situation worse.

''I could ask him the same,'' Jens pointed out, nodding at Sander.

He had nothing against Sander personally, he just felt betrayed that Robbe didn't tell him about the blond. Jens was supposed to be his best friend after all. Doesn't best friends tell each other about who they are seeing? He always confided in Robbe about love life, why didn't he do the same?

Robbe looked down, avoiding Jens's gaze.

From Sander's point of view, Jens was being unfair with Robbe. He didn't know their past or the extent of their friendship, but as his best friend, Jens shouldn't be pointing daggers at Robbe for keeping something to himself. Your best friend status doesn't signify you have to tell each other everything. It's okay to keep things to yourself - especially about your love life. You and your significant other are allowed to have a secret garden together.

Maybe Jens and the boys liked to brag about who they kiss or hook up with, but not Robbe. And, they have no right to shame him or make him feel bad about it.

''It's Robbe's choice if he wanted to tell you or not about me. This is new for him- for us and we decided to take things slow,'' Sander explained from behind Robbe, incapable to sit there and let Robbe's so called friends get away with making him feel bad about keeping his lover's identity a secret. ''I can understand your reaction if it's coming from the cheating side of the story. What we did was wrong and it hurt people, but it happened and we have to move on. But if you are bitter because Robbe wanted to keep something for himself for a little longer, you are fucking selfish. It's his first relationship, let him decide what he wants to share with you and when. He doesn't owe you - or anyone - anyhting.''

His speech surprised everyone. Even Milan who was listening from the hallway, ready to intervene if needed. He didn't had to though, not after Sander's outburst. In moment like this, it was a good thing that the photographer had no filter. If his speech didn't put the three teenagers in their place, nothing would.

Sander kept his eyes stern, daring any of them to say something.

One thing about Sander was that he always stand up for the ones he cared about, and Robbe loved that about him.

He looked up at Sander with big eyes, his heart beating fast when he referred to them as ''us''. He trusted the older boy and knew that he cared for him, but he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared that one day he’d drop everything and leave again. But this, this speech of his, it made Robbie feel sure of their relationship. It made him feel like he would protect their relationship no matter what, that it was important to him.

A soft smile tugged on his lips. This was the first time anyone had stood up for him in a really long time and it felt great. Despite the mess that unrolled following their first kiss, this speech confirmed to Robbe that he had made a good choice when getting together with Sander.

Jens bit his lip, almost ashamed of himself for not figuring out who Robbe's secret lover was, and even worst for being upset about it. He knew that Robbe had been distant, but he hadn’t been exactly trying to get close to him either.

When they were at seaside, Robbe had constantly isolated himself from the group whether is was by sitting afar on the sand while everyone was around the fire or getting up super early. Jens recalled Sander going to sit with him in the sand and them sharing smiles during their stay. Maybe that's how they got close?

''If anyone in here is a shitty friend, it's me.''

Robbe looked up, Jens's voice catching his attention.

''I haven't been there for you lately. You tried talking to me, but I casualized your problems and ignored you. I should’ve been there, I should’ve asked when you got so distant. I...I failed at my best friend duty and I'm sorry, Robbe. You know that we all care about you, right? This doesn’t change anything.''

Jens's words warmed Robbe's heart. It had been so long since he had a heart to heart conversation with his best friend. They barely spoke to each other anymore and a part of Robbe felt like they were drifting apart. It was nice to hear that Jens still cared about him despite his mistakes and choices.

Before Robbe could say anything back to Jens, Aaron's jaw dropped, realisation hitting him. ''Oh my god.'' He pointed at Sander. ''You're the hot guy Robbe is seeing?!''

Beside him, Moyo face-palmed and Robbe bit the inside of his cheeks, fighting a laugh. Had he seriously not caught on yet?

Sander grinned fiercely, hooking his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder. ''I hope so.'' He kissed Robbe's cheek sweetly, causing a big smile to bloom on his face.

Jens's eyes were on them, fond.

''Not to be rude but, you still haven't answered my initial question: what are you all doing here...on a Saturday morning?''

''You ditched us last night and haven't been answering your text since so Aaron suggested we'd come by on our way to the skatepark to see if you wanted to join. Clearly, you're already busy,'' Moyo teased with a shit eating grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

A flush look crept on Robbe's cheeks, remembering that he was only wearing boxers and a tee shirt while sitting on a boy's lap.

#robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #sobbe fic #sobbe #rosander #wtfock #idk about this one #I need to up my writing

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mylutteoheart · 4 years ago

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I just finished watching Soy Luna on Disney+ , but they only have season 1 :(. I've been watching their tour performances and thought the cast were super close. But then I've been reading about the beef Karol has with the cast (specifically Ruggero?) :( What happened with that?

Warning: this is going to be a long post so I’m putting it under a read more but I’m still putting it under the hashtag of the show since some people might want to know about season 2 being on Disney+

First of all, I’m glad you’re watching the show and I hope you like it. I just read that they’re going to announce the release date for season 2 soon so the second season will be available soon.

Secondly, from what I got, the cast was fine in the early days of the show but something happened and Karol started unfollowing every girl of the cast on Instagram. She still followed the boys of the cast. No one really knew what happened until Lionel Ferro once said that the girls were jealous of Karol because she had so much screentime (not sure what to believe of this story.)

But about Ruggero and Karol, fans always suspected there was something going on between the two, because of they seemed to be way closer than friends. The two always claimed to be best friends until 2017 when she stopped following him on Instagram (I believe). No one understood what happened and the two stars never commented on it and the story about those two never got out until the beginning of last year when the hashtag SoyLunaExposed started trending on Twitter. There was a fan of Karol’s that got really close to her, this fan was so close to her that he had access to Karol’s phone. Karol confided in this fan as well. One day, this fan posted audios and screenshots of the messages Karol sent to him. In those messages, it became clear that Karol and Ruggero had a romantic relationship and they even got intimate. This happened all while Ruggero had a girlfriend, he is still with her to this day. All was good and well until Karol got tired of Ruggero having two girls he was with. She finally asked him to choose between her and his girlfriend. He told her that it was too hard of a choice so Karol decided to end it between them. It was also rumoured that his girlfriend blackmailed him into staying with her by threatening him to expose the affair he had with Karol. Ruggero never spoke up about this and just ignored while Karol has admitted to it that it happened. (Although the proof was very obvious).

During this exposed party, there were also things going around about other members of the cast. This included Ruggero having also been with Valentina and Chiara. There was also said that Michael cheated on Ana multiple times and Jorge was part of the love triangle between him, Ana and Michael.

I might have missed something but it happened a while ago so I don’t remember all the details. But that’s about it.

PS I also got this ask in French a while ago and even though my French is okay, I don’t think it’s good enough to give this entire explanation in the language so I’m just doing it in English

#soy luna #disney+#ruggarol #soy luna exposed #anon #ask #answered

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keyofjetwolf · 5 years ago

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OOOH! In my OW canon (so, I guess, your canon): Pharah and Mercy's marriage, Winston and Tracer's friendship, Pharah and Tracer's freindship

Hello hello! We are playing a rousing game of Fuck, Canon, Kill! today to entertain @docholligay as she is laid up after surgery. Your prompts solicited and welcome!

It is in fact my canon too, THANKS FOR REVELING IN MY SUFFERING ON THIS YOUR DAY OF RECOVERY FRIENDO

HOW TO I CUT ANYTHING HOW TO I FUCK WITH ANYTHING THIS IS AWFUL AND INHUMAN. I’m struggling so fucking much, I’m sitting in the office literally screaming. And of course, I told myself that I’d not take a break until after this, so now I have to finish it before I can get up hahhhaha I hate you.

Fuck: Pharah and Mercy’s marriage. I CAN’T LOSE IT I CAN’T although I super hate them of course. If I have to fuck with something though, I’d have it take longer to come to be, because Pharah assumes Mercy and Tracer are dating, and so just pines for Angela quietly and respectfully from afar. And Mercy’s too much of a disaster to consider asking Pharah out, so it’s just *flaps hands* THIS. It can all come to a head at some later point, like two years into Overwatch 2.0, when Pharah believes she catches Tracer cheating on Mercy, and just LOSES HER SHIT. (Double plus bonus points if it’s with Widowmaker, because that powder keg needed MORE.)

Canon: Winston and Tracer’s friendship. HOW DO YOU FUCK WITH THIS HOW DO YOU KILL IT HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO EITHER OF THEM I’M NOT A MONSTER

Kill: I H A T E that this only leaves Pharah and Tracer’s friendship, and I’m actually a little angry you made me go here hahaha. I love them, and their relationship, and this is particularly true with some later stuff that I don’t think you’ve released yet so I won’t say, BUT YOU PROBABLY KNOW. Still, even with all this, I just do not have it in me to axe the others. PS I HATE YOU SO MUCH

#entertain recovering holligay day #fuck canon kill jet wolf edition #docholligay #ask a jet wolf

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eddisfargo · 4 years ago

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CoMC Chapter 114

CHAPTER 114

Peppino

26 minutes

Oh hey I remember Peppino! The guy MC saved from execution, right? Anyway, here’s some random Frenchman in Rome! It’s not MC because no one even clocks him as French, and this guy speaks an amount of Italian that rounds to 0 (just music words). Tried to recognize his voice from the narrator, which I know is cheating, hahaha. But he introduces himself like 5 minutes in, when he gets to the house of Thompson and French--MC’s bank! It is…. DANGLARS! I was honestly starting to question if we’d get our big reveal with him after all!! It’s so late game!

So it turns out he’s here to pick up $5 million of MC money! And we find this out from the bandits who are planning to rob him, hahaha. Namely our old friend Peppino, here on account of our old friend Luigi Vampa, whom I have not mentioned since Chapter 38!

Anyway, Danglars is very happy (temporarily) because he has money and plans and people are calling him Your Excellency. He dgaf about the beauty of Rome, which he doesn’t bother trying to see. He accidentally leaves town pretty late and it gets dark. And unbeknownst to him, there’s literally a bandit in his carriage. He’s a happy little clam whose life has only improved after his bankruptcy. I mean, until he realizes he’s being attacked by bandits. First he thinks it’s the po-po and he’s being arrested, but nope! Just held for ransom, presumably, but by the erudite bandito Vampa himself!

He remembers the exact same thing happening to Albert (although at the time he heard them he was like “haha yeah right”), and he realizes he’s in the very same cell! He’s happy because it has a bed, and he remembers Albert getting ransomed for 4K Crowns. Presumably Danglars, who considers himself worth two Alberts (omg dude you’re worth like a millionth of an Albert) will be ransomed for about 8K Crowns. That’s less than $50,000, which is like 10% of his spoils, so he’ll be fine. It’s not like they’re going to ransom him for all five of his millions. They don’t even know he has 5 millions, amirite?

Right?

PS, you known how I said I last mentioned Ouija Vampa in Chapter 38? That was page 25 of the doc where I’m writing all these. I’m now on PAGE 98. I’ve got to hit 100!! I promise I won’t ramble on purpose (although I will ramble like normal), but I reserve the right to totally cheat and include like… a reaction gif or something, hahaha. Probably won’t be necessary anyway. Three chapters, 2 pages? It’d be impossible to avoid hitting 100. Also I might do like a conclusion post.

OH MY GOD I HAVE THREE CHAPTERS LEFT. I will almost certainly finish this tomorrow. Although I originally thought I’d finish it today.

Later edit: So I totally did hit 100 pages, so I don’t need this for stats padding, but I thought it was fun. I took this picture right around the end of this chapter to show my progress bar in the book.

Do you see that orange progress bar? Do you see that teeny tiny bit of the bar that’s not orange? No? Squint real hard? That’s the amount I have left! Not quite 2%.

(PPS, sorry if you got excited by Dorothy Dunnett--that’s actually my mom’s book, not mine. First book’s totally on my tbr, but it’s SO HARD. I will get there though! But NOT as an audiobook)

#Eddis Reads Monte Cristo #count of monte cristo #spoilers #that's right--just ONE HOUR LEFT

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kpop---scenarios · 6 years ago

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Heartbreak

Pairing: Changkyun x reader, Wonho x reader

Warning: Cheating, Smut

Authors Note: This was a suggested One Shot, I hope you guys like it. Please let me know. I love feedback!

Ps: I changed the ending because the previous one was done in the middle of the night half asleep and made no fucking sense lmfao

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You and Changkyun had been together for 3 years now. You had been with him through everything. Every win, every loss, all the ups and downs with the rest of his members. You were there. You never complained when you didn't see him for months on end. You sent him encouraging texts when he felt like he wanted to give up. You brought dinners to the studio or dance room when he was working late. You didn't complain about missed date nights, forgotten birthdays and anniversaries. You fought through all the jealousy of seeing him flirt with other girls. You did everything for him.

So you really had a hard time wrapping you head around the text messages you saw on his phone, when he asked you to double check what Wonho had said. He obviously thought he had deleted the messages from Wonho 2 , as if that wasn't fucking obvious. You can't have Wonho and Wonho 2 and not have it look suspicious as fuck. But sure enough, when you clicked on Wonho 2 you saw what you were dreading.

You hadn't really had an suspicions he was cheating, until you saw that contact. When you saw it, your stomach dropped. When you saw the messages, your heart shattered.

That wasn't you. It sure as hell wasn't Wonho either. Although heartbroken, you were pissed the fuck off.

Normally you were a nice girl, polite, funny, caring, dirty when needed. But when someone crossed you, you became petty as fuck. You're not one to fuck with and you thought that Changkyun was aware of that but you guess not.

Setting his phone down, you leave his bedroom and make your way to the dorms kitchen where Hyungwon was setting up all the booze for the night. It was one of the rare nights they didn't have anything going on, and a free day the next day. So you all were going to drink at the dorms and just have a good time. Kihyun and Minhyuk and Hyungwon were bringing their girlfriends over, so you weren't the only girl.

"You okay y/n?" Hyungwon asks you, slightly concerned.

You nod and make a "mhm" sound, as you pour yourself a shot of tequila. And another. And another.

"What's going on in here?" Shownu laughs, watching you take another shot.

"Y/n is getting a head start on everyone." Hyungwon laughs. "Hey Changkyun, your girlfriend is going to get plastered before we even play any games" he yells to your boyfriend.

"Y/n" Changkyun laughs, walking into the room. "Come baby, lets go sit." He tells you, grabbing your hand to take you to the couch.

You can already feel the 4 shots settling in, and truthfully you're getting more pissed off thinking about what he did.

How long has it gone on for? Who was she? Did he love her?

Finally the girls arrived at the dorm and everyone was in the living room drinking and laughing. You were trying to force yourself to engage and laugh. You had to plan your moment perfectly. So when someone suggested you all play truth or dare, you immediately agreed and practically forced everyone else to agree.

When your turn arrived, you still hadn't decided between truth or dare but either one you hoped it set you up for an amazing opportunity.

"Y/n, truth or dare?" Kihyun asked you.

"I pick both. Ask me a truth I'll answer, tell me a dare I'll do it" you answered. Everyone seemed to like that.

"Okay, who out of all the members would you sleep with if you had the chance? Excluding Changkyun" he asks you.

"Wonho" you say without hesitation, sending Wonho a little wink.

He choked on his drink a little.

"Ha wow, okay" Kihyun clears his throat. Changkyun's grip on your knee tightened. He didn't like that you answered so quickly. "I dare you to give Wonho a little kiss" he says, laughter erupting from his mouth.

With a smile on your face, you got up, ignoring Changkyun trying to get your attention. You walked straight over to Wonho, sat on his lap and kissed him passionately.

"Woah woah woah. What the fuck" Changkyun yells as he pulls you off of Wonho, who still looks shocked yet pleased. "What the fuck was that!?" He yells.

"What was that? That was me not giving a fuck about this "relationship" anymore, like you don't give a fuck" you yell, or slur back.

"What do you mean I dont give a fuck?" He asks you, looking hurt. "How could you say that?" He whispers.

"Last night was amazing."

"I miss you already."

"I know baby." You quote.

"W-what?" Changkyun stutters.

"That's right. I know. I don't know many details, so why not just share with all your closest friends. Tell them all how you've been fucking cheating on me." You spit.

Looking around at all the shocked faces of his members and a few of their girlfriends. "How long?" You ask. "How long have you been fucking someone else?" You demand.

"I-I don't know how it happened. It was on tour and then it just continued and I didn't mean for it to happen or continue" he cries.

"O-on tour?" You ask. "Your last tour was almost a year ago" you cry. "You've been fucking her for almost a year." You scoff. You couldn't believe it.

"Dude what the fuck is wrong with you?" Wonho yells, walking towards Changkyun. "How could you do this to her? After everything she's done for you. She stuck by your side through literally everything and this is how you repay her?" He finishes yelling, giving Changkyun a push.

"I-I know, I'm so sorry. I was going to end it, I was but I.." he says before you cut him off.

"Save it. I don't care what you have to say. And now, I'm going to go fuck Wonho and I won't feel bad. Because fuck your relationship right" you spit at him. Changkyun looks devastated but you don't care. If he could do this to you after 3 years, then why couldn't you?

Grabbing Wonho by the collar of his shirt, you drag him into his room. As much as you wanted too you're not that shitty as to fuck his friend on your ex boyfriends bed.

"A-are we really doing this?" Wonho asks you, hesitant.

"Do you want to do this?" You ask.

He nods his head.

You lift your shirt over your head and throw it, somewhere. Wonho takes a sharp inhale of breath at the site of your lacy bra. Next you slip off your jeans, to expose your matching thong.

Another deep breath.

You undo your bra and let it slide down your arms.

Cocking your head to the side you look at Wonho who is just staring and appreciating your body.

"Are you just going to stare and lick your lips or are you going to fuck me?" You ask him.

"Definitely fuck you" he says walking towards you while discarding his own shirt, exposing his very very toned and muscular upper body.

"Fuck" you whisper. Once he reaches you, Wonho grabs your waist and picks you up, you wrap your legs around his waist as he backs the both of you to the wall.

Leaning in, he kisses you. It's needy and sloppy but you like it. Moving your hips, you grind yourself on him. Already you can feel his cock slightly poking you from inside his jeans.

Pulling away from the kiss, you signal for him to put your down. When you're on the floor, you quickly fumble undoing Wonho's jeans. Pulling them down, boxers included, you watch his cock spring free and hit his stomach.

Your mouth is watering.

Taking him in your hand, you begin pumping him a few times before licking his head. Wonho throws his head back and let's out a small moan/groan in appreciation and frustration.

Deciding you had enough fun teasing him, you take as much of him in your mouth as you can, hollowing out your cheeks, you allow him to thrust himself into your mouth.

"Shit baby, you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock" he moans, thrusting a few more times before pulling out. Lifting you off the ground, he swiftly throws you onto his bed.

Laying on his stomach, he forces your knees open, and leans down licking a strip up your soaked pussy.

"Ohh fuck" you yell. Wonho starts harshly sucking on your clit, then adds two fingers and starts pumping in and out of you. It's almost too much you handle. You're wiggling around the bed. Wonho has forced your hips down so you can't grind on his face. It was almost unbearable.

"Fuck" you moan. "I'm going to cum" you yell, and he halts all movements. Licking his lips, he removes his fingers from inside you causing you to cry out.

"Mhm. You look so sexy when you're about to cum" he growls.

"I look even better when you actually let me cum, what the fuck" you cry.

"I want you to cum on my cock" he tells you with a head tilt and a smirk.

"Fine then fuck me" you pant.

"Gladly" he tells you, crawling up the bed, laying down. "Ride me" he demands.

Swinging your leg over him, you hover above his cock, slowly sinking down. Wonho had other ideas and he thrust harshly into you.

Leaning forward, you can't adjust to how fucking big he is and how he fills you up because he is just snapping his hips into you.

"Shit baby" he moans, tightly grabbing your waist, you're sure it'll leave bruises.

Moving your hips with the rhythm of his, it wasn't long before you felt your orgasm fast approaching. Wonho clearly wasn't far behind as his breathing started to become uneven.

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm gunna cum" you yell, Wonho lifts a hand off your waist and tightly wraps it around your throat right as your orgasm hits. It intensifies it by 100%. Your walls clench around Wonho and he continues to violently thrust into you, trying to chase his own high.

"Fucking clench your pussy around my cock again" he demands. You clench as tight as you can, making his thrusts more violent.

"Fuck I'm gunna cum" he yells as his seed coats your walls and you continue to grind on him, pumping out every ounce you can get.

Laying ontop of him, you're both panting, trying to catch your breath.

Getting up, you go to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up and get dressed.

Both you and Wonho sneak out of his room to overhear the conversation happening in the living room.

"Dude what the fuck is going on seriously. You haven't said anything. How could you cheat?" Jooheon yells.

"How could you not say anything about her fucking Wonho? I'm so fucking lost on why you're just standing there" Shownu says in disbelief.

"I fucking deserve it. I fucked up" Changkyun says, head still hanging down.

Walking out with your head held high, you grab your purse, say bye to everyone, place a small kiss on Wonho's lips and make your way to the door.

"Y/n please wait" Changkyun cries.

Turning to look at him, you look him straight in the eyes.

"Go fuck yourself" you spit, with a single tear escaping your eyes. Walking out of the dorm, you felt your heart break all over again.

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prynacle · 5 years ago

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[Fanfic] Father & Son - Epilogue

Lunoct Celebration Days @lunoctweek

September 1 || Day 3: Free Day

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Regis, Lunafreya, Gladiolus & Clarus. Genre: Slice of Life. Summary: After expending an afternoon with his dad, Noctis gets some time to read Luna's message.

[Chapter 1]

“Your Majesty! Excuse my interruption. The Marshall requires you.”

“This is my time-up, Noctis. Thank you for inviting me this morning, I had fun. Keep practicing your aim. I won’t be keeping you back anymore.”

“You are not keeping me…”

“And do send greetings to Luna on my behalf.”

Noctis frowned, but Regis was already out of the room for him to give any comeback.

Dear Noctis,

The winds of autumn are starting to set in over here, can you feel them too in Insomnia?

Beforehand, I apologize for taking so long to reply. ‘Oracle school’ with Gentiana has been arduous, and I dare say I can evenly start to feel myself growing stronger. Any luck gaining back your spar sessions? In a way, you and I are training together as future King and Oracle so without doubt, you will soon get them to agree on starting yours.

If you notice my handwriting shifting, is because right now I’m sitting outdoors. I just finished praying at one of the inner shrines in the Ulwaat forest, and I’ll soon have to return to the manor to rest. Before that, I wished to write you an answer and send you this ↝

On the sidelines of the page, a tiny, bright yellow flower with oval petals stayed pressed against the paper.

I found it right at the door of the shrine when I got out, and I don’t think it was there when I arrived. That’s how I knew it had to be a signal of a good omen; my mother used to tell me flowers held special powers on their own. I decided to share this good omen with you in hope it brought luck on your way. Is not as neatly pressed this time, but I hope you can find it pleasing nonetheless.

May the stars keep lighting your way forward.

Hi Luna.

Don’t worry about the timing, I know how busy you are, and I don’t mind waiting a bit for your answers.

Umbra really did it this time: he found me even though I was outside the citadel! It shouldn’t surprise me, but he really has a good nose. Today I got to play with my dad for a bit. I don’t think that was part of his schedule today. He is not as fast as before, so I scored some points against him. Could have done more if he hadn’t cheated half the time though.

By the way, he says hi. I don’t know how, but dad saw Umbra when I sent him to wait in my room. I’m glad he didn’t ask any questions…

I reeeeally want to get started on my magic training Luna. I bet yours is really good already and Gentiana will graduate you from Oracle school real soon. I can’t have you leaving me behind! Maybe is just me… but I feel like today I made a little progress. I guess you are right, you and I are connected and I will make them agree to train me. That’s what I want to believe anyway.

Thank you for the flower, is really pretty. I should have taken one for you when I was at the park, but I had to go back in a hurry. This Malbuddy sticker will have to do today! ↝

Be safe, Luna. I’m always happy to 'hear’ back from you.

As Noctis finished placing down his pen, two knocks ran from his bedroom door.

“Prince Noctis.” Clarus stepped in, before motioning to a boy to come in shortly after, who kept himself standing stiffly at Clarus’ side. He had seen the boy before around the castle, hadn’t he? Judging by his looks, he was strong, and could only be slightly older than himself.

“I introduced you two quite some time ago by chance, so I thought this would be a good time as any to start with the formalities.” The boy besides Clarus took a firm, military stance, typical of those training under the Crownsguard.

“Prince Noctis, I present to you Gladiolus, my son and pride. From now on, you will undergo your sword training with him, and he is to supervise you on your progress.”

Noctis stood from his desk and eyed the boy– Gladiolus, then Clarus, his disbelief apparent.

“Although he is also in training, he is to join the Crownsguard and become your shield, when the time is due. Is that clear?”

Gladiolus bowed curtly, and Noctis managed to nod back in acknowledgment.

“Y-eah.”

Clarus frowned a little but didn’t comment on his answer. “I hope you two grow to know each other and get along.” Clarus paused for a moment, as if assessing his next words. “If you are free of activities tomorrow, would you like to start your induction then, Noctis?”

Noctis only blinked once “Yes!”

“Then it is settled.” Clarus took a step back and bowed his head, followed by Gladiolus. “Have a good evening, highness.” Just when he was about to close the door behind him, Noctis found his voice.

“Clarus.” The man eyed the child, still standing by his desk, holding onto its surface. “Why now?”

What changed?

Gladiolus looked up to Clarus, and Clarus took a slow breath in.

“Your father. He commented to me that… that he thought you were ready to start again. He was… very firm in his conviction. You can thank him for this if you wish.”

And with that, Clarus and Gladiolus bowed their goodbye, closing his door.

Umbra came from under his desk, eyeing Noctis’ unmoving figure with worry. Licking his hand, Noctis came back to the present where he stared down at Umbra, got on his knees and gave the dog his biggest hug to date.

“Umbra…” Noctis voice came out as a high-pitched whine, muffled only by Umbra’s fur. In his arms, Umbra barked and snuggled closer. “Did you hear? I’m restarting my training tomorrow!”

It took 20 whole minutes, a sneak visit to Regis’ office and a sneak visit to the gardens, for Umbra to be released from Noctis’ death grip.

Ps: You were right about the flower, Luna. Thank you again.

Don’t be surprised if Umbra brings you a bouquet, is the least you deserve.

Notes: No Umbras were hurt in the making of this epilogue.

It's finished! Now for good! Thank you for reading this 'till the end. Back when I started writing this I had no idea I would somehow include Gladio's appointment as shield to Noctis, but once it appeared the idea stuck and it seemed to fit, so here it is! Noctis' visit to Regis' office at the end was to give him a thank you. You can bet that ruffled Regis' feelings.

#LunoctCelebrationDays #Noctis Lucis Caelum #Regis Lucis Caelum #Lunafreya Nox Fleuret #Lunoct #Gladiolus Amicitia #Clarus Amicitia #Umbra #wmine #mine #fic

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kukuandkookie · 5 years ago

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So, I'm making a story which may or may not be a remake of a old story I made, but with a new setting, new characters, a different tone, and a new storyline. Any writing tips?

Ahhh first off, I just wanted to say how honoured I am that you’d feel like asking me for writing tips! And I must also apologize if this is at all late, since Tumblr has this bad habit of not really notifying me when someone sends me an ask. PS: This might get long ahaha. I tend to ramble a lot. 😅

My first piece of advice is to read and study what you read! I often get inspired by a good book after I’ve finished reading and begin itching to write, but I actually learned how to write stories by imitating the Warriors series when I was a kid.

I’d also highly recommend studying grammar. Not so much so that it becomes boring and no fun, but enough that it doesn’t hinder your story. Bad grammar or spelling doesn’t usually ruin a story unless it’s really bad, but it can pull someone out of your story. When reading over my classmates’ works, I usually found they worked quite well when read out loud, but reading it over myself caused me to spot those sort of grammatical errors and it would draw me out of the atmosphere they were creating for their story.

And on the topic of atmosphere, it is important to set the scene and also describe things, but definitely don’t go overboard. It often comes off as pretentious or cumbersome, breaking the flow of writing. I do describe certain things while writing, but I usually focus more on dialogue.

When it comes to dialogue, every character has their own voice, so they won’t all sound the same! Make sure to tag their dialogue with variety as well (like, don’t constantly use “he said, she said”). Try looking at other novels. Sometimes authors use “cried, scolded, screeched, begged,” etc). Sometimes they don’t use any dialogue tags at all so as not to break the flow of dialogue.

For example, this is a piece from the chapter I’m currently writing:

Or for something more casual:

The second one had four voices going on, but hopefully the voices flowed naturally enough and it wasn’t too confusing who’s who. If flow is hard to tell, you can try reading it out loud; it’ll also help you pick up on repetition.

Repeating something can be really good for dramatic effect, but too much repetition can also be bad. This is something I’ve had drilled into me by my English teachers since high school. Seeing the same few words a thousand times isn’t very interesting, so try to vary your vocabulary! There’s a whole internet out there to help you find the right words (for example, instead of always writing “angry,” you can look up “angry synonyms”).

Fictional writing, or creative nonfiction, is also where you can break a few rules of English for more dramatic flair. For example, there’s no need to always have full sentences. An incomplete sentence will stand out.

Definitely be sure to vary sentence length so not everything looks the same. And every time a new action/piece of dialogue happens, it’s a general rule to start a new line.

I like keeping certain things about my characters and world vague and versatile so that I can play around with it more, although I know worldbuilding and detailed characters are important to many writers. It’s okay if your characters start off a little flat—the more you write for them, the more their personality will come alive and have proper depth.

Sometimes I make a character because I feel like it and I give them a name I just feel like fits. I once made a character with curly brown hair and green eyes and randomly named him Ross, but I eventually incorporated the meaning of his name into his backstory (promontory or headland). He evolved while writing from a more cocky character to someone who is kind and quiet, but stubborn, distant, and has trouble getting over the past.

Of course writing characters also depends on your style. I have a friend who enjoys picking meaningful names for their characters, and there are authors who like to write down all the personality traits, flaws, and strengths right away. I prefer going with the flow, which I find isn’t a bad place to start, but the other way isn’t bad at all!

I usually like fleshing out the backstories for all of my characters, probably more than things like height or birthday. And that’s mostly because every person has their own story and their own scars, so it can affect them in different ways. Even flat characters I first develop just to be a villain often end up becoming more sympathetic later because I decided to focus on their backstories.

And of course we know everyone says “don’t write a Mary Sue!” but characters that seem pretty perfect can still come off as flawed and likeable. Not writing a Mary Sue doesn’t mean writing someone who is boring or terrible at everything or horrible to everyone—there is often a reason the hero is the one with some form of hidden skill or talent.

I’m going to pull on the character of my current obsessions as an example: Wei Wuxian from the novel Mo Dao Zu Shi. He’s intelligent, heroic, kind, and powerful, but such good things can also be translated into bad ones. Flaws are often exaggerations of positives. So for example, even though Wei Wuxian is intelligent, he’s still brash and reckless. He’s heroic, but this translates into a hero complex with impulsiveness, a lack of foresight, and can drive other people away. His kindness can turn into rage or self-sacrifice, and his power makes him arrogant.

Like with the thing on Mary Sues, try not to always worry about avoiding clichés or tropes. It’s good to avoid them, but they’re also staples of writing for a reason, and people do like what’s familiar (in my Film Studies classes, we describe movie tastes as “people want to see what they’re familiar with, but with something unfamiliar sprinkled in”). So it’s okay to use clichés/tropes sometimes, but don’t rely too much on them or your story will feel generic. Add your own twist!

But speaking of twists, don’t try and shock your readers with plot twists out of nowhere. Don’t panic if a reader picks up on your clues and then change the twist to something that doesn’t make sense just to shock the reader. This often cheats people of their experience. If they guess your plot twist, it can mean you laid down the right clues! But if you really want to shock them, try to drop enough hints for the new twist so it makes sense. For example, I find Coco’s plot twist much more sensible than Frozen’s.

Oh, and try not to worry too much about things like Chekhov’s gun. I had a Writing prof ask us to keep it in mind, but I find it more applicable to short stories, and that’s because it started as a rule for theatre. If you show a gun in your play, it should be used later by a character as a sort of payoff. In a longer story, this is less relevant as not every prop has to be important. Still, if you focus a lot on a particular thing, you should probably go back and explain it later.

I have a bad habit of sometimes mentioning things that seem important to characters at the time and totally forgetting it later until I reread old chapters. For example, I had one character who doesn’t have his mom with him anymore be interested in a ring box in one chapter, but I forgot about it for awhile. I later explained that it was his mom’s wedding ring, which is why he cared about it so much.

I do often get lucky, as my two long-term stories (one that’s close to being wrapped up and one that’s already finished) have both filled most plot points sometimes by chance. I usually just start writing without a real idea of where I’m going—sometimes the stuff I write just establishes characters or their backstories—but they usually start forming into a proper plot later on when I’ve established more characters and backstories and figure out where I want the climax to go.

I’m not saying that my way is the right or only way though! It helps a lot of authors to map everything out from the very beginning. I just find certain plot points change as my writing improves, so I start off with less plan but usually end up coming up with a proper story bible for me to follow as I write. Research and planning, at the end of the day, are still really helpful!

The hardest problem with writing is that we need our readers to care. If they don’t care, then the thing you work painstakingly on won’t feel as rewarding. And it’s easier to have people care when your characters/plot/world are interesting, feel real, and are likeable (or at least have a “love to hate” thing going on for them). Not every character needs to be tragic and edgy—most people recommend against this—but they can still be sympathetic. Sometimes though, characters are just villains or just background characters, and that’s fine too!

Plus everyone has different tastes, so it’s never guaranteed everyone will like your story—but then again, it’s no guarantee everyone won’t like it either!

I hope all of that helps, and that I haven’t scared you off with my ranting! Writing is a world of infinite possibilities, and I find it easier to test more of those possibilities than with drawing. At the end of the day, don’t forget to write for yourself and write what you also like. Improvement comes with practice, after all!

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