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langstexmachina · 7 years ago

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Selfless and Reckless

What about on a mission to get rid of Haggar lance gets hit by a bolt of energy and all the crew freak out. After they get out nothing seems wrong with lance so they brush it off. But the energy made it so that all of lances insecurities now manifest into different forms to slowly break his mind. Like whenever he is feeling like a 7th wheel something that looks like shiro will appear and start telling him how bad he is doing and thag he shouldn't be on the team.

- @naruaku

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The atmosphere on the ship was tense to say the least. Manic seemed to fit the scene more closely as he watched Allura and Kovalan talk in hushed voices, Shiro standing nearby, listening intently. The time was soon. Lance shivered as he thought of it. Two and a half years in space. A year after Zarkon’s death. Six months since Haggar disappeared. Yet, they’d somehow managed to locate her- ping her in the vast openness of the seventh quadrant. This was it.

The plan was to wormhole into the vicinity. Shiro would remain on the ship and protect the paladins and blades with any cover fire they needed. Pidge and Keith would head out, fully equipped in their invisibility cloaks (Pidge had finally gotten around to installing it on all of the lions, much to Lance’s excitement). Allura, Lance and Hunk were to wait for the all clear before following behind and rushing ahead of the green and black paladins. There, they were to locate Haggar and restrain her- covering her hands with a quintessence absorbing steel like metal- and bring her back to the castle ship and hook her up to the mind meld v.2 to find information on the whereabouts of Prince Lotor before ultimately handing her over to the Blades. To say Lance was psyched was an understatement. With one bad guy marked off his list, he was rearing to strike through another name. Haggar was his. Hunk came behind him and clapped him on his shoulder, grinning like a madman. The two had always shared a mutual excitement in moments like these- moments where they were the heroes, not just the two geeks who were just a tad obsessed with stars and a good game of D&D. With Lance’s flair for the dramatics and Hunk’s ever encouraging, positive nature, the two were a forced to be reckoned with.

“Lance, buddy, this is it!” Hunk burst, tightly squeezing his arm around the Cuban’s shoulders. The shorter boy grinned back, lightly ramming his elbow into his friend’s side.

“Heads are gonna roll today, hermano.” He beamed until Shiro barked for everyone to gather around. The air buzzed with unease and excitement as the silence among the crew stretched out. Allura finally stood and paused, eyes closed, before taking a breath and clenching her fists.

“Today, paladins,” she began, her arms finding their way behind her back, legs shoulder width apart, eyes shining. “Today is the day we relieve our empire from the parasitic hands of Haggar once and for all.” Lance and Hunk cheered and whooped, earning a strong eye roll from Keith but an appreciative smile from the princess.

“In a few minutes, we will wormhole to her ship. Coran is preparing the teludav as we speak. Get to your positions, paladins. It’s an honor going into this mission with you all.” She stated, her voice slightly wavering.

“Well don’t say it like this is the last time you’ll see us?” Lance tried to lighten up the room, but his joke came out more like a question. Allura’s eyes widened, something flashing in them before she shook her head.

“No,” she mumbled. “No, of course not.” She sounded more like she was reassuring herself. “Now get to your lions, paladins. I’ll meet you in the field.”

Lance headed to Red, the closer he got to the hanger, the more he felt her presence. He felt Blue nudge against the ends of his mind as well while the turmoil built up inside him.

He had deducted three things from Allura’s behavior. Firstly, Allura knew something that she wasn’t sharing with the paladins. Second, she has no clue what the hell force she was dealing with on Haggar’s ship. And finally, whatever was there could, and would kill each and every one of them. But then again, Lance had always tended to leap to the extremes. He shut down his ludicrous accusations before climbing the stairs into Red’s cockpit. Within the next minute, Pidge and Keith were out, weaving their way undetected through the stars.

Lance sat back and counted- something he’d picked up from Shiro at especially stressful times. Five: five paladins, Keith, himself, Allura, Hunk, and Pidge. Four: four constellations before him that he could identify, Camelopardilis, Draco, Lupus, and Reticulum. Three: three lions in the hanger, Red, Blue, and Yellow. Two: two levers before him, the throttle- an extension of his right arm- and the tilt meter- the completion of his left. One: one person on his mind. He glanced at Pidge and Keith’s ETA. One more minute until-

“Showtime.” he whispered. Pidge popped into the corner of his dash, a strong grin on their face.

“You’re good to go.” And off he went, zipping through the vast expanse around him. To Lance, it was impossible to get over the excitement of flying in space. But he buckled down, looking at the stars for, what Allura has led him to believe, his last time. He sucked in a breath and stowed away on Haggar’s ship, equipping his bayard as he hustled out of Red, being sure to raise her particle barrier. He felt Hunk at his back and turned, offering his friend a wide grin before following the map that Pidge had installed in their glorified watches.

They'd followed the faint yellow glow that led them through the sickly lavender hue that was encrusted on the walls.The only sound between the long time friends was the soft rapping of their feet against the cold linoleum of the ship. They’d been creeping through the halls for all of three minutes before the yellow light shifted to an orange, indicating that they were close to their target. Lance took a shaky breath, the nerves in his stomach twisting like a white hot knife had been buried deep within his gut. He felt his armor adjust to the sudden spike in his heart rate and blood pressure. Sharp bursts of cool air broke against his skin in a feeble attempt to get his vitals back into a normal range.

It wasn’t until he’d felt Hunk’s hand fall on his shoulder- the gentle squeeze that his long time friend had given him- that he finally began to find his breath again. He looked up at the Hawaiian, adoration shining in his eyes. Hunk grinned back at the shorter boy before nudging him with his closed fist.

“Let’s go get us a bad guy, my dude.” Hunk cheesed. Lance snorted, rolling his eyes and shaking his head slowly.

“What a dork.” he mumbled. Hunk’s whine of protest wasn’t lost on him, but when he turned a corner, he lost all bemusement with the conversation. The room he’d stepped into was illuminated with the blinding yellow beams of pure quintessence. The electric feeling of the immense power of the liquid left the hair on his body standing straight up in alert. His eyes widened when he heard Hunk approach him. His best friend- partner in crime. His ride or die. He deliberated how to proceed- what would be his best course of action to get out with their lives. Then, before him, Haggar materialized- making the decision for him. She smiled, a sinister show of teeth. He apologized to any being who cared enough to listen to him at that moment, before spinning on his heel to face his closest friend. With a look of agony in his eyes, he forced his hand out, the heel end digging into the man’s chest, knocking him out of the room and off of his feet.

“I’ll see you later, buddy.” Lance murmured softly, hoping that Hunk heard. The door slid closed and Lance made a point to shoot the keypad behind it. Allura was right. There would be bloodshed on this mission. But Lance would be damned if somebody got hurt on his watch.

With Hunk screaming, frantically banging on the door, Lance turned back to Haggar, bayard equipped, and assumed his relaxed stance. Fluid, constantly moving- Shiro had compared him to a river often times during training. He hoped that quality would fare well today. Haggar hunched forward, the palms of her hands sparking violently with quintessence.

“That was brave, Blue.” She mused. “Alfor would have done the same thing.” His eyebrows drew together at the information. The lack of knowledge that Haggar had of the current pilot standings left Lance muddled. Perhaps she wasn’t as omnipotent as Allura had made her out to be. He began circling the witch, never relaxing his tense state. Haggar circled with him, dancing opposite of Lance’s gun, flaunting herself in front of him.

“Shoot me.” She taunted. Lance felt his left index finger tighten on the trigger, feeling it’s cool familiarity. She grinned, once more, the plates on her face cracking to show the grayed Altein skin. He could see the purple line work that crossed her face. He squeezed the trigger, playing with the temptation.

“Shoot me, Blue.” She hissed. “You can end this.” She grinned, before striking. Lance yelped as the bright string of quintessence whipped at his side, easily slicing through his skin, his muscle. “You can end all of this.” She lashed out again, this time, the beam wrapped around his leg. He fell and writhed on the ground, feeling the nerves in his leg implode on themselves. Lance shot blindly, but Haggar had moved so swiftly to meet the poor boy where he lied that he’d missed her completely. She grabbed him by his neck, lifting him up and pushing her nails into his neck. He went limp as he felt am icy liquid ooze into his bloodstream. She grinned maniacally, face cracking further. She placed her other hand up against the paladins chest. He saw white behind his eyelids. He fell to the ground at her feet.

“What good can Voltron do,” she began as she turned away from him. “What indeed can Voltron do when they are torn apart from the inside out?” Lance, woozy from her encounter, reached and materialized his bayard. He aimed and shot. Moments later he heard a thud on the cold floor.

Heavy breathing filled the room, Haggar whimpered as she pressed her fingers into the wound. She tried to crawl, reaching for the quintessence in her reach.

But it was too far.

The last words Lance heard was a faint “Vrepit Sa,” from the opposite side of the room.

Then, he came to, fell straight into Hunk’s arms. He look around him, took in his surroundings. He’d stumbled out of a cryopod. Nothing new. But he felt new. He felt off.

“Lance!” Hunk yelled, pulling him into a strong embrace. “You did it! You fucking did it!” Hunk hissed. Lance looked at him, bewildered. “You killed Haggar!” Then, as if somebody flipped a switch, suddenly, Hunk’s hug was less inviting and welcome. It felt dangerous.

“That was a stupid fucking move back there.” Hunk chided. Lance tried to pull away, fear in his eyes. “What, you’re going to run away? Hide from the fact that you alone almost destroyed Voltron?” Lance shook his head slowly, his eyes shining.

“I,” he started, the words getting stuck in his throat. “I’m sorry. I just- I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” He tilted his head back, trying to blink away the tears threatening to fall.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. It gripped forcefully into his skin. He looked up to find the blackened, angry eyes of his hero, his commander, Shiro. He grit his teeth before growling out the words that stopped Lance in his tracks.

“You should have died right there next to Haggar.”

Lance ripped away from the man’s vice-like grip, stumbling back against the far wall. He backed away from the men he considered friends. His space family. He looked into their eyes full of disgust and anger. He left.

He ran to his room, his skin cold and clammy. He sat on his bed and drew his knees up to his chest. He rocked hollowly, an icy feeling overcoming his body. They were right. He was stupid and reckless. He should never have locked himself in that room with the number one enemy in the universe. He never should have interacted with her. He never should have made it back to this ship. He should have died there, with no one to cry over him. He should died there on some unknown ship with the person he hated the most.

He spiraled downward, for what seemed like years. He didn’t sleep that night. He only watched as the automated lights dimmed, then flickered out- only to relight themselves hours later with the aspects of a new day. The lights had reached their full brightness once more when there was a knock at the door.

Lance made no move to answer it. No one should have to deal with his presence, even if he was summoned. He’d decided that sometime in the dark hours of the night. But the knocking persisted.

“Lance?” He heard. Keith. His rival turned friend, turned partner. Keith. His other half. “Lance, I’m coming in.” The door slid open, revealing a stressed Keith. He tried to put on a smile for his boyfriend, but the obvious lack of energy had shown through. Keith sat in front of him, pulling Lance’s legs into his lap. He gently rubbed his ankle, soothing the boy just like he loved.

“Whats going on, princess?” Keith hummed. The soft pet-name flowed through Lance like air. He finally breathed for the first time in hours.

Lance leaned into Keith, falling forward to place his forehead onto his shoulder. This was familiar. This was the family that he knew. Keith sighed. “Lance, Coran found something in your scans.” Keith started slowly.

“We believe you were injected with some sort of serum that can alter your auditory senses.” He whispered. “It’s a form of drug that the Galra used to torture their captures. I think,” he shuddered. “I think that bitch did it to you.” Keith gripped Lance’s ankle tightly. Keith’s eyes twisted closed. “I should have been there.” he grimaced. “I should have killed that bitch, Haggar myself.”

The switch flipped.

Keith’s grip felt painful- vindictive.

“You stole my chance, Lance.” Keith growled. The grip on his leg tightened. “You can’t magically redeem yourself.” He laughed humorlessly. “You’re nothing but the seventh wheel.” Lance felt his heart shrink and fall into his stomach. He felt as if the wind was knocked out of him. Keith got up and rummaged through Lances drawers. He returned with a pen and pad and began furiously writing. He let out a sigh before handing Lance the paper.

I don’t know what you’re hearing right now, but don’t believe any of it. I love you and we’re going to fix this.

It was written in his messy, rushed, pointed scrawl but the words left a warm feeling in his chest. Keith cautiously reached for his love’s hand, gingerly taking it in his own.

“We’ll be okay.” Keith whispered. “You’re going to be okay.”

And Lance believed him.

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well this one was a long one. very exposition heavy lol. maybe ill do a continuation of this sometime. once i clear out my ask box haha it was a fun write. got to dabble a bit more with the lyrical, flowery side of my writing that ive been trying to tap into. let me know which you like better. also tell me if you guys prefer these longer things. it took a bit longer and i was a little more particular about it but i feel like it wasnt as rushed as most of my normal stuff. idk.

either way, i hope you enjoyed! feel free to reblog and whatever you wanna do with this haha. feel free to make art for this or something and tag me! I’ll reblog anything that i see haha

this is also super unrelated to anything but i looked up what verpit sa actually meant and it loosely translates to “onwards” and i thought that was really fitting for haggar and satisfying and i hope if zarkon is ultimately killed but she lives on, she’ll try and continue his work but when she fails that’s the last thing she says. like a shout out to the genuine love of her life- the one thing that she cared about. like she could give fuck all about the quintessence. she just wanted to keep him happy because she loves him.

(im all for more characterization of our antagonists lol)

anyway, hit me up wit any prompts that you want me to write. i still dont have my phone so there might be a bit of a wait so bare with me. trust me, your patience is tremendous and well appreciated.

thanks for reading! love you guys!

- day

ps. hmu if you wanna preview stuff for me! tell me what you think i should add, delete- all that jazz. if that sounds like you thing, message me

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obsessivelycapricious · 3 years ago

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🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

Helloo! Thank you for this message, I've sat on it for a few days so I could answer it properly!

I've got this idea for a reader insert/ oc insert DC fic. It's too cliché for me to ever write it tbh. It's kinda a slice of life idea where it's just daily regular life in Gotham really though it'll probably morph into a Jason Todd x yn fic because I'm a simp for him rn. I just really like the idea of a gothamite going about their daily business and having random casual encounters with DC's main characters and being unawares or whatever about it. I feel like there might have been some fanfics that have influenced the idea but honestly I've read that many they all kind of blend into one.

(coffee shop reader insert au anyone? Seriously if there's a fic like that out there hmu, PLEASE.)

So yea anyway, this idea is about an art teacher. This is our (Y/N).

She works part time in Gotham City High School and loves her job. This turns into a bit of a Damian Wayne fic for a while because she's his art teacher and every other teacher in the faculty is having a really hard time dealing with Damian, but she has no idea what they're talking about?? Because sure when it comes to interacting with his peers in class, there's been a few outbursts but he pays attention in class and his work is excellent. She doesn't get the snipping comments and the constant stream of criticism that the other teachers seem to be getting. She just shrugs it off as that she's doing her job and that he's comfortable in class.

So it's like the day before Parents evening and Damian asks if she will speak to his father when he visits his teachers, she was already planning on it, but she agrees anyways.

So when Bruce ends up in her classroom, he's already pretty fed up, he's had some less than stellar reports from his other teachers and he knows Damian is having a hard time adjusting since he came to live with him but he isn't sure what the right thing is to do. He's considering stopping Damian from being Robin but that seems to be one of the only outlets that works for him, so he is hesitant to take it away.

So Y/N meets with him and says - well actually, Mr Wayne, Damian is making excellent progress in my class. He shows a real aptitude and respect for the topics we study and his own projects, both assigned and extra credit show a real dedication to the subject. Honestly, he's a pleasure to have in class.

Bruce goes away thinking hard about it all and being Bruce, he does a background check on her and finds out she is also a qualified art therapist. Long story short, he ends up hiring her to do personal tutoring sessions at Wayne Manor. The ethics of this as a teacher is a liiiil sketchy but lets just suspend our disbelief for the sake of fiction.

Then comes a little montage of her working with Damian in the manor. There's a couple of emotional outbursts at first where Damian doesn't want to think about his feelings and would much rather be given assignments and tasks like in school, so she uses that to formulate her approach. She also sometimes paints along side him so there's less pressure. Damian is adament that no one else is allowed to see his paintings and she actually tells one of his brothers off for prying one time when they are having a break. She also sees and hears things around that manor that dont always add up but she stays professional and so long as damian is safe she minds her own business. Damian reaches some kind of personal breakthrough and Bruce can see him settling down in the house more and things seem good. He still keeps her on for lessons tho cause why ruin a good thing?

So here's where i'm thinking it could be a soulmate au. I'm a sucker for these and there isn't enough imo. I'm thinking that the identifying marks on her are something super generic and boring like "Oh, sorry." So when she overhears Jason referring to Damian as a Brat, she tells him off. He says "Oh, sorry" and walks away but he has what she said word for word on him. And he's a lil emotionally constipated resurrected dude so he does not engage.

Though he does start following her Uber home, just to make sure she gets home okay.

So after this point for me the ending gets a little fuzzy. I'm thinking highlights of it could include:

being invited to a Wayne charity gala (because I really wanna go to one of those just cause)

Bruce investing money into art therapy charities

Damian threatening Jason telling him to leave her alone. Lil jealous nugget.

Jason finally trying to flirt with her only for her to remind him that she has a professional working relationship with the family and it would be amiss of her to entertain him. ouch.

the obligatory red hood saving her from a mugging scene

her finding out that Damian is robin and Bruce is batman and Tim is, and jfc this family.

Finding out Jason's has her words

Some mushy ending where it's all gravy and you skip off into the sunset together.

Told you I hadn't thought it through.

But heh yeah, there you go. A WIP that isn't a WIP that I'll probably never write. If anyone wants to run with it, just be sure to tag me in it!

#Damian wayne #jason todd #y/n #jason todd x y/n #fic ramble #badly written #answered #thank you friend #ask game #anonymous

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toraashi · 4 years ago

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princess au ft. chuuya nakahara

Title: Untitled Princess AU

Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Genre: Fluff and light angst. One of the awful aristocrats makes a comment about you eating too much, forbidden love *gasp*

Word Count: 1,754

Author’s Note: Hiii! Here it is, the princess au I keep hyping up. It’s actually decent, I won’t lie to you, so I hope you enjoy it! 16 year old me was the biggest weeb (I still am rip), so there is a Kamisama Kiss reference in here I’m cringing but I promise it’s not bad!! Please hmu with your bodyguard!chuuya brainrot to feed my lonlieness when you’re finished reading :)

She reached across the table to select a raspberry pastry, her fingers brushing against the red-head’s as they left her side. He visibly tensed, but she ignored it, along with the minute pang she felt in her chest. The dessert was flaky and crumbly in her fingers, it’s deep, striking red jelly oozing through the cracks in the glazed surface.

“My oh my, are you stuffing your face with delights again? How unsavory.” The person in question twisted her head, hiding her scarlet stained gloves behind her back.

“Lady Nikolina!” She elicited a wry smile from the woman, whose cold eyes disapprovingly darted to her out of view fingers.

“You really ought to think about that figure of yours more. Before you know it, you could be a cream puff! Suitors want slim ladies, dear, not large ones.” A strike of crimson striped her smooth cheeks and she nodded.

“Of course, My Lady.” The princess could practically see her devoted bodyguard’s seething gaze, he always had disliked Lady Nikolina, after all. The protectiveness radiating off of him was comforting, and soon the blush she beheld wasn’t being caused by the snobbish Marquiess before her.

“Speaking of suitors-”

“Actually, my apologies, Nikolina, but I’m afraid I’ve got a dance coming up, and I can’t possibly wait. We shall have to continue this lovely little talk at a later date.” Casting the woman a charming smile, she scurried off, pulling Chuuya along with her. He immediately split their hands.

“Princess.” Their gazes met, his swirling pools of cerulean reprimanding her without a single spoken word, but she got the message, and it burned another hole into her soul.

He couldn’t be with her.

He didn’t want to be with her.

Tears prickled her lashes like raindrops, but she pushed them back, refusing to show vulnerability amongst a crowd of powerful politicians and kings. She could see his hues soften, and then harden merely seconds later, his hand habitually reaching to adjust his hat. His familiar mouth looked so inviting, his orbs safe and comforting, but they were not hers.

When she had admitted her flaming affection to him, she had been sure that he had reciprocated those passionate emotions winding around her heart, but he had swiftly shut her down, all of the fleeting touches and lingering bouts of eye contact dissipating like boiling water, vanishing like a ship at sea, breaking like her fragile heart.

Sweeping her scarlet skirts up into her hands, she traversed the expanse of the ballroom, waving politely to trading partners and their stunning wives, nearly tripping over her golden heels if it weren’t for her companion’s lightning reflexes. A murmured ‘thank you’ kissed her lips, but she was quick to continue walking, her dance card heavy in her pocket.

“Princess! It’s almost time for our dance! Wherever have you been?”

“Lord Mizuki. I was conversing with the lovely Lady Nikolina, I’m afraid.”

“Ah. And what positively thrilling topic did you discuss this time?” A laugh escaped her lips as she gazed up at the snow-headed boy.

“My less than attractive addiction to the cook’s tarts, per usual.” Mizuki's emerald colored eyes followed her every moment as she chuckled at her previous encounter; he held his ivory hand out to her.

“Let’s dance, shall we?” The only person she wanted to dance with was Chuuya, but she obliged, letting her dainty palm rest against his. To say she was shocked when he reached forward and urgently grabbed her forearm was an understatement.

“Chuu...ya?” He immediately released her.

“You better come back right after.” She huffed, swiveling her gaze away from his alluring eyes and letting her suitor tug her away.

He swept her out to the dance floor with grace and agility, weaving through the herds of human beings like a serpent, one hand resting on her corseted waist. Once the waltz had begun, he twirled her and moved her with ease, his grace and royal privilege shining through like the golden sun. His firm grip on the curve of her body was relaxing and coaxing, as if catching her hesitance and disliking for the ordeal.

“My lady, what was that all about with your… bodyguard, is it? I’ve heard he is quite extraordinary.” She let her eyes flutter up to meet his, mind breezing towards Chuuya’s form, his strong arms and beautiful hues.

“You are correct, Lord Mizuki, Chuuya is quite effective. He has his faults, for example, his extreme impatience and impossibly short tempered, but I’ve known him since I was a child.” She looked fondly over at his tense form, narrowed eyes and locked jaw. “He is awfully protective.”

“As I can see.” She averted her eyes back to her dance partner, whose own were sharp and limpid, staring directly at the opposing man.

“Mizuki… you’ve stopped dancing.”

“Ah! Yes, my bad, pardon me, Princess.” He quickly got back into the flow, keeping in sync with the plethora of other couples.

Once the music had faded out, she curtsied slightly towards her companion, immediately leaving the marble beneath her feet and heading towards the sidelines. Rather than immediately treading back towards her designated “lap dog”, a plan formulated in her brilliant mind, one she wouldn’t have been able to pull off with the ability user around.

Hues flicking to Chuuya’s position (he was clearly searching for her), she scurried towards the back stairway, grabbing Lady Nikolina’s garish hat directly off of her head as a disguise. Swinging her hips in the Marquiess’ fashion, she easily traversed the velvet carpeted steps, gloved hand delicately running up the glass railing, tracing each intricate design and emblem. Lady Nikolina’s rooms were just down the hall, so she presumed that if she headed left she could discreetly loop around without causing a commotion. Chuuya wouldn’t risk a confrontation with Nikolina even if he suspected it was the princess. She flicked her hands towards the guard discriminatingly, as a sort of greeting so he knew where she was headed off to, which she hoped he assumed was her chambers. Refraining from viewing the astounding paintings of her heritage lining the towering walls and sky-breaking ceiling, she stepped forward with urgency, gold slippers clicking on the obsidian beneath her feet. She could practically feel freedom in her hands, the balcony merely meters away, she could feel the cool autumn air piercing her lungs, the comforting hum of crickets and light gabber of guests still entering her father’s party.

The shining glass french doors were open in moments, and she spun in euphoria; no more pining suitors, no more reprimanding love interests, no more chastising Marquesses; her plan had been utterly foolproof. Except for one little detail.

Just as she had gotten used to her balcony experience, the entryway slammed open again, a deep, familiar voice slicing through the silence like a bomb, loud and uncontrollable.

“Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing out here?! Running away like that? Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to recognize you with someone else’s hat on?!” She gulped bracing herself for the lecture to come. “You’re such a stubborn little shit. First you insist on wearing that absurdly fancy dress, then you decide to waltz with that sly snake Mizuki, and for some reason you still have the nerve to sneak away from the ball- from me!” His glare could kill the fluffiest of bunny rabbits, but it didn’t faze her.

“Well, maybe you should stop being a prick about your actions! I could care less whether you held my hand, you idiot!” She thrust her arms down to her sides. “And what does my dress or Lord Mizuki have anything to do with this?! Are you just jealous or something?!” A low growl rose from his throat like the impending rumble of distant thunder, but she was unperturbed. “I’m not stupid, Chuu! I know you feel just the same way I do! I’ve known you for years, you dumbass!” A wisp of hair tumbled in front of her eyes, shielding the building tears from the man. They rebelliously streaked down her rosy cheeks moments later anyway, like rain pouring from (e/c) clouds. She swore she heard a relenting sigh puff out into the silence, but her own quiet whimpers made her unsure of his intentions. Abruptly, one lithe arm looped around her waist tugging her in, his head balancing on top her hers and consequently sending her glittering tiara tumbling to the floor.

“Listen up, [Name].” She felt a bout of dizziness waft over her as she breathed in his addictive scent of cologne and wine, her corset suddenly felt wound too tightly, and she couldn’t breathe.

“Chuuya…”

“You’re a princess. I’m your bodyguard. You are supposed to be married off to a wealthy prince, not your me.”

“I don’t care.”

“See? That’s the problem. I care because my job is on the line.” Craning her head up, she met her eyes with his shockingly blue ones, pleading from the depths of her heart.

“You’d choose your job over me?” He grumbled, fixing his hat.

“You are my job, dumbass.” Continuing to look up at him through her lashes, she tossed the bait.

“Are you saying you don’t want to lose me?” Hook. Line. Sinker. He peered back at her, a light flush across his cheeks. His gaze never left her, and they sat in a forcefield of quiet for five minutes before she made a move, leaning forward into his space. Allowing her lids to flitter closed, she met his lips boldly, the warmth from him enveloping her entire being, drawing her in, and he managed to kiss back, soon becoming more passionate than her. Hands flying to her waist, he tugged her flush against him, her arms winding around his neck and plunging into the forest of orange that topped his head.

“[Name]...” He murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. His longing was simple to spot in his deep, flaming smooches against her lips, and she was feeling the same emotions course through her. He loved her. She loved him. They had known since they had both realized it within themselves.

She was the first to draw away, and he immediately tried to capture her lips again, but she held him back, smiling slightly. The snarky remark lingering on her tongue melted away when she met his eyes, her heart swelling at his adoring expression.

“You’re right,” He murmured gruffly, keeping her close. “I do love you.”

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59writes · 4 years ago

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heyheyhey gamers

I’m 59 and here for reaction/headcanon/mlt/oneshot requests!!

• @iron-fifty-nine - main, mostly shitposts and life updates

• @59lists - miscellaneous resources

!!please read thru the below!!

• FAQs • ABOUT ME •

I will only be doing kpop groups, and will not write explicit smut. something suggestive, sure, but I’m trying to keep this as wholesome as possible lol!!

groups I (and kat) write for:

• seventeen

• stray kids

• bts

• ateez

• nct (all units)

• txt

• p1harmony

• day6

and there will likely be more to come!!

some rules:

• nothing explicitly nsfw, please and thank you.

• please be kind when requesting!!

• I’m a bit of a slow writer so please forgive me if I don’t do your post for a while or at all, it’s not about you personally. I write what inspires me so be creative!

• this account will be almost exclusively gender neutral reader fics, so please don’t request a specific gender or gendered thing thank you!! <3

• I will not write for Woojin, as he is no longer a member of SKZ.

• please no discourse or argumentative comments on my posts. this is meant to be a positive account, so keep discourse away from here!!! I’ve had more than enough of that to last my entire life lol

I don’t have a very harsh DNI but please do not follow if you’re:

• homophobic, transphobic, racist, etc.

• into ddlg/mdlb or the sexualization of littles (this is triggering, so please respect)

• anti-neopronoun

• a terf/swerf/radfem etc. (another trigger of mine so please respect this one)

• my dad (fuck you, Carl)

some of my preferences:

• no sad endings here!! If there is a sad ending it is probably going to be a continued story. Only feel good vibes here!!

• I don’t find things weird!! U want a scenario, I’ll do the scenario if I’m inspired!! This is very much a writing exercise blog so throw your worst at me!!

• unless you give a very specific prompt or request I will probably be doing a reaction for the entire group. nobody gets left out here!!

• I love fantasy and over dramatic elements, so I’d love if you request those!!

• as I’m trans and non-binary, I prefer to do gender neutral readers and I’d love to do as much trans-inclusive writing as possible too (:

• ofc, none of these writings are meant to be assumptions or guesses about what these people are truly like, I’m just here to provide a little serotonin and to goof around a little (:

• feel free to DM or hmu whenever!! I love making friends I’m just a bit shy haha, and I’d love to hear from you about my works!!

• use tone tags where applicable please!! I’m very autistic and generally bad at telling tone so I’d love it if you’d all help me out a little, thank you!!!

This account also gets posts from my friend Kat (they/she), and all of their posts will be in PURPLE. Mine are in GREEN.

Anyways, thank you all for visiting my blog, and please enjoy!!

#svt #bts #skz #ateez #nct #fics #svt fics #bts fics #skz fics #ateez fics #nct fics #new blog #writing practice #open for requests #kpop #day6 #p1h

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faeriejukyung · 4 years ago

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Dr. Romantic, Teacher Kim 2 Review

media type: kdrama

genre: medical drama, melodrama, romance

duration: 16 episodes, 70 minutes each

available on: viki (for free!)

faeriejukyung rating: 9.5/10 🍇

I know that I’m very late to this, but please bear with me. this drama came out back in January, and at that time it didn’t pique my interest, since I’m not a huge medical drama watcher. as a matter of fact, this is the first medical drama that I’ve watched! I saw one of my close friends gush about the chemistry between Lee Sung Kyung and Ahn Hyo Seop (the actors playing the lead couple in DRTK 2) on her instagram story, so I decided to give it a watch. And to say that I was pleasantly surprised is an understatement.

This is genuinely the best kdrama I have watched ALL year. Everything about it so amazing. I was initially a bit worried because I haven’t yet watched the first season of Dr. Romantic, so I thought I’d have trouble following the storyline. But that was not the case at all! I could understand pretty much everything perfectly, and even though there were a few references to older characters, overall I wasn’t confused at all. And I’m not gonna lie, this kdrama kind of made me reconsider my future career options LMAOOO I high-key wanted to become a surgeon after watching this,, idk man, might fuck around and do medicine after I graduate high school. (my mom would die to hear me say these words)

The story revolves around the extremely talented doctor with a passion for helping and saving people, Bu Yong Ju, or Kim Sa Bu (played by Han Suk Kyu), as he’s referred to in the drama, the extremely intelligent, hardworking and sincere, but anxious doctor Cha Eun Jae (played by Lee Sung Kyung), and the talented lonewolf Seo Woo Jin (played by Ahn Hyo Seop), who’s struggling with debt. Kim Sa Bu recruits Cha Eun Jae and Seo Woo Jin to help run the chaotic Doldam Hospital, which is situated at a countryside, the place where rest of the story takes place.

All the characters in this kdrama are so well written, and all of them have reasons for doing the things that they do. All the side characters are so so so likeable (I particularly liked the Head Nurse’s Tigress mom-like character!) -- There is not one character that I can say is poorly written. Even the dude I hated the most (Dr. Yang Ho Joon) is a well written character

The storyline in this kdrama is by far one of the most interesting ones. I literally could not stop myself from binge watching the whole thing in less than a week lmao. That's the only complain I have -- I could not put my phone down. Every time I would finish an episode, I’d practically be dying to know what happens in the next one. Every episode brings a new medical case, and I would feel my blood pressure heighten up during each and every emergency treatment. The tension that our characters feel during a surgery seems very much palatable through the screen. Like you can tell, that this is a life and death situation. And every sigh of relief that you’d take after the patient is saved would feel earned.

I REALLY REALLY REALLY adored the camaraderie and the sense of community the staff at Doldam Hospital shared. Honestly, I can talk about their loving relationship with each other for hours. These people are very much a family. These are the characters you get really emotionally attached to. And I particularly love them because found family is my favorite tv/movie/book trope :”) They are literally what I want my ideal work environment to be like! if our relationship is not like the staff at Doldam Hospital, I don’t want it. 🙄👎

My favorite character, most definitely would be the Romantic Doctor himself, Kim Sa Bu. Honestly, everyone deserves a mentor like Kim Sa Bu in their life. His wise teachings, his eye for talent, his way of teaching people and helping them overcome their flaws is literally all I want in life. He has this way of reassuring people, that it’ll be okay as long as he’s there. In the end of the kdrama, he tells us to always be in touch with our idealistic side and to never let go of the romanticism inside of us. People might call him a madman, crazy, impractical, but Kim Sa Bu always puts values and ideals like empathy, doing the right thing, selflessness at the top. He’s a character that I’ll remember for a really long time.

And of course, I can’t forget Woo Jin and Eun Jae. These two are literally my babies. We see them grow as individuals, and as a duo/couple throughout the drama. They are legit one of my favorite slow burn couples ever. And their relationship is so beautiful, you can tell how much they care about each other. While Eun Jae teaches Woo Jin to be more open about his feelings, to sometimes rely on others, Woo Jin teaches Eun Jae to be more confident with her surgery skills. (CAN I TAKE A MOMENT TO JUST TALK ABOUT EUN JAE’S CHARACTER ARC? LIKE . OMG. I’m absolutely in love!! her character glow up is like the one I want. she went from being an insecure people pleaser with a good girl complex to a self assured and extremely skilled surgeon!! God I really want to have a character arc like her, because I really relate to how Eun Jae initially was lol) Anyway, I literally cANNOT stop fangirling over them. They’re always there for each other emotionally, every time one of them is going through something. Their emotional connection is just *chef’s kiss*. They’re in my “dream relationships” list. Also this is a quick disclaimer that you might feel like they’re a bit slow, but that’s because the story isn’t completely centered around their romance. That being said, I WOULD DIE TO SEE MORE OF THEM :(( like I literally go on youtube and re-watch all my favorite WooJae scenes. (I’m lonely can u tell)

Overall, this kdrama is literally perfection for me (it’s my emotional support kdrama now ahaha). I recommend it to people who like frenemies-to-lovers trope, found family trope, along with some good adrenaline rush (lol)

Also quick viewer discretion: This show contains themes of violence, death and r@pe/s3xual assault. it also contains A LOT of blood. Like, A LOT. I know this stuff triggers a lot of people, I advise those people to not watch it. please take care :( I love u <33

Thank you if you read through the whole thing, it means a lot! :D My name is Mahima, I’m 15 years old and I mostly geek out about kdramas, webtoon, at;la, and LOTR here, with occasional stuff about harry potter, pjo, and pokemon. hmu if u wanna be friends and talk about my stupid hyper fixations AHAH

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multimuse-rp-archived · 4 years ago

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So apparently I have 500 followers now?!? I seriously cannot thank you guys enough! I’m so grateful for every single one of you! I never expected this blog to become what it is today. I just... thank you guys so much!

I’m going to do what a lot of other people do and give a shoutout to some specific people - I love you guys so much!

@jaimelannisterthings you were the first person I ever interacted with on my Tyrion blog. I was so nervous, especially because your writing was just AMAZING! But you’ve stuck with me from the start, and I’m so incredibly grateful for your friendship! You’re the best!

@the-stark-queen you are so sweet! You’ve always made me feel good about myself, and your portrayal of Sansa is just... *chef’s kiss* I cannot thank you enough for sticking by my side and being an amazing supporter through thick and thin!

@severityforgreatness you are seriously amazing! I love you and your writing so much! I don’t even have the words to describe it lol. But seriously, you’re incredible and one of my best friends on here! I’m so happy we get to write together and chat ooc!

@rosefromdeath where do I even start? You’re such a talented writer, and never forget it! Anyone who says otherwise is a complete fool. You’re super sweet, and I cherish all our interactions! I can’t wait to keep writing with you!

@boltxnbastard again, I just have to tell you that your portrayal of Ramsay is literally... I can’t even describe how good it is! You are also such a sweet person! Please always remember that your writing is the best of the best! Love ya!

@dumbthink / @hitundo I love your characters so much! I love our interactions, and I love the chaos that comes out of them lol. Honestly, those chaotic threads are probably some of my favorite ones to write because I can just have so much fun with them! Lol seriously though, you’re amazing, and I’m so glad we’ve became friends and interacted a bunch!

@timidstrcngth Peeta and Valerie literally give me so much life! And you’re such a nice person! I’m so glad we can both obsess over our muses and interactions and stuff! Valerie is precious and adorable and I love her so much! Peeta is incomplete without her lol. Here’s to many more awesome and cute interactions!

@amurderbutnotacrime / @wouldntlastfiveminutes we haven’t written together for a super long time, but we have a ton of awesome threads! Not many people write Beth as good as you do! And we all know Rio needs his Beth ;) thank you so much for being such an amazing writing partner! I can’t wait to see where our threads take us!

@dragvnflare I’m not even sure where to start! The way you portray Dany is so amazing, and you’re such a sweet person! I love talking to you ic and ooc. You were one of the ones that has been with me since my Tyrion blog, and I can’t thank you enough for sticking with me always!

@gangfrnd we have barely interacted, but ever since I finished watching good girls, I’ve admired your blog! I was a little nervous to approach you just because your portrayal is SO good, and I was afraid mine didn’t even compare xD but you seem like such a nice person, and your writing is amazing! Let’s definitely write more! Rio for life!

@silvcrignis / @dcusrclicta you are seriously amazing! I love your muses, I love our interactions, and I love our ooc chats! I’m looking forward to more interactions with you and your amazing muses in the future! Love ya!

@thegoodandthegreat you and I can literally obsess over ships and muses and, well, everything! It’s just so nice to be able to talk with someone who’s as excited as I am when it comes to our threads and fandoms and stuff! You’re such a sweet person, and I can’t get enough of our interactions!

@fxntasmagoria okay, I seriously love the way you write Zoe! I can tell you’ve put a ton of thought into her character, and I just think she’s amazing! Then again, all of your muses are amazing lol. I love interacting with you! We haven’t talked too much ooc, but you seem super nice! Hit me up anytime!

@galaxysought you and your muses are so amazing! I love every single one of our interactions, whether it’s with on my block muses, game of thrones muses, or anything else! Speaking of which, I’m so glad you watched on my block! Lol it’s such a good show! Anyway, you’re super sweet and super talented, and I’ll always be grateful for your friendship!

@legends-and-savages I’ve been writing with you for a long time, and you’ve honestly given me a lot of inspiration! I’ll look at some of your other threads and read them, too, just because I love your writing! You’re also super nice ooc, though we haven’t talked a ton. I’d love to write more, so I’ll probably be sending a lot of memes xD feel free to do the same! <3

@betweenthesinnersandthesaints I wrote with you back when you had Brienne on a single muse blog, and I’m so happy you have a multi now! All of your muses are portrayed soooo well! Also, I never thought I shipped Harry and Luna too much, but I do now! ;) hit me up for memes and plotting anytime!

@saltxwolf okay I know we haven’t interacted in a while, but your Theon portrayal is literal perfection! I also just love interacting with you ooc because you’re so easy to talk to, and you’re so sweet! Let’s keep in touch - I’d love to chat with you and write with you more! <3

@gloryxfades / @ladyxredxwolf I absolutely love the way you write Sansa! She’s a complicated character, and I feel like you really understand her! You’re super talented, and I love chatting ooc with you too! Crossovers are always welcome ;) love ya!

@prophecyfated when I first got into reign roleplaying and added my reign muses, your blog was the first I noticed! The way you write francis is just... *chef’s kiss* and I honestly sometimes read some of your other threads just for the quality content! Lol listen, I admire you so much, and I can’t wait to write with you more!

@ladystaarliing ahhhhh you are so incredibly sweet! I love Sarah (especially with Tyrion LOL), and I miss interacting with you! I’ll definitely try to be more active on my tyrion blog from now on so I can send you shippy memes and stuff! They’re adorable lol and you’re such a talented writer!

@villainouspassion where do I begin? I love the way you write your muses, and the way they interact with each other lol. I love it when you post those things about “muse moods” XD I think it’s entertaining to read some of your other threads, too! But listen, you’re an amazing writer, and I’d love to interact with you more again! Hmu for plotting or send memes anytime!

@armandlucienduval / @winewhiskeybloodandchocolate holy shit I can actually tag you! Lmfao. But in all seriousness, you’re an amazing person, and Armand is the best! I can’t get enough of him lol. You can talk to me anytime, whether you’re doing well or not, I’ll always be here for you!

@getlostsqdwrd we’ve interacted a bit. Not overly, but a bit. And honestly? Your muses and the way you write them? Perfection! I can’t get enough of them! You’re also just really nice ooc and a great person to talk to! I would love more interactions, so feel free to send meme spam and/or hmu to plot! <3

@starlessyonder I had so much fun playing among us with you! Our discord group is amazing lol. You’re also a super good writer and a really sweet person! I can’t wait to write with you even more - and kill you in among us lol

@smokedanced we haven’t interacted a ton, but your writing style and muses are so amazing! You’re so talented! I love getting meme spammed so feel free to do it again xD and I’ll do the same for you! Or, if you want to plot, message me! I’d love more interactions with you!

@itwcntsurviveme raven is literally my favorite character on the 100, and I have to say that nobody else can quite capture her voice like you can! I remember being so honored when you followed me back lol. I’d love more interactions with you, so hit me up anytime to plot or send memes! We stan Raven forever!

@reformed-serial-killer damon is such a hard character to write for me tbh, and I often refer to your portrayal of him to help me when I’m not feeling his muse as much! You’ve put so much thought into writing him, and it pays off 100%! You’re extremely talented, and I would love to write with you more! <3

@xchxsingcxrsx / @jxime-lxnnister you were one of the first people to ever write with me on my Tyrion blog, and I love that you’ve continued to stick with me through my vast number of blogs! Lol seriously, thank you so much for being so talented and always willing to try different things in our threads!

@blackroselovesyou you’re so sweet! Whenever I talk to you ooc, you’re always so incredibly nice and open to new ideas/interactions between muses! I love writing with you so much, and I miss the times when we had more threads! Things have been crazy lately, but come to me to plot and/or send memes anytime!

@musenssang it’s been a long time since our last interactions, and I miss you! You’re always so sweet, and your muses are awesome! You’re such a talented writer. Never forget that! I can’t wait for us to interact even more!

@thecrxmxnal we’ve hardly interacted, but I smile every time you pop up on my dash! It’s been a while since I’ve seen the Breakfast Club, but you’re really tempting me to watch it again! Lol. In all seriousness, you’re a really good writer, and I’m really excited for more interactions with you!

@thxwxlf your oc is the literal definition of a badass! I love her! I can tell you’ve put a ton of thought into her character, and it pays off! You’re an amazing writer, and I can’t wait for us to continue to make awesome threads!

@santagabriela I’m really not sure if you’re active anymore, but I couldn’t leave you out! I love your portray of Gabriela, and I think she’s amazing! I really miss our interactions. You’re super talented and really sweet ooc! Feel free to IM me anytime!

@tricksterreformed Gabriel and bobby give me life xD no but seriously, the way you write him is sooooo good! I’ll check out some of your other threads sometimes just for fun! I smile whenever I see you on the dash because you just bring such good vibes! Let’s write more! <3

@damnstory we really haven’t interacted much yet, but I have admired your blog from the start! Your portrayal of Bellamy is *chef’s kiss* amazing! Feel free to message me anytime to plot and/or send me memes! Can’t wait to interact with you more!

I feel like I’m definitely forgetting people lol. But seriously, I love each and every one of you! All of you are welcome to send me memes, reply to my opens, chat with me ooc, plot with me... anything you need, I’ve got you! Stay positive, and stay awesome! Happy writing!

#500 followers #I’m in shock guys like-#thank you so much <3333 #I don’t even know what to say except I love you #long post #SAVE THIS

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random-mha-thoughts · 5 years ago

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Here we are

Honestly, I never thought I’d get here. I thought I’d come here, write some stuff that I thought would be fluffy and cute and the rest of the fandom might enjoy reading too, and maybe get a few hundred followers in return. I didn’t expect that I can say there are 1000+ people who have read at least one of my posts and waits for more because they like what I put out. I have trouble wrapping my head around it.

I’m gonna pause right here for a sec because I wanna take this time to wish you guys Happy Easter and Happy Passover for those who are celebrating as I am with my family. My university sucks and doesn’t give the religious holidays off anymore because they don’t wanna be skewed towards any particular religion anymore even if the President is a Jew ffs so I haven’t been able to spend Passover with my family in LA for the past 3 years, but this year really hit harder because of the virus, and it’s the first year my parents decided to do the seder ourselves instead of with my larger family. Although I’m upset about that, I appreciate my immediate family for coming together and making great memories because of it, and I really hope you guys also come to appreciate that as well, even if you’re not celebrating a holiday this week or anytime soon. Sometimes we take for granted what’s right in front of us because we think it’ll conveniently be there forever, but be conscious of that for even a brief moment.

Anyway, I really can’t thank you all enough for following me. It’s been a fun 3 months with this blog so far and I’ve made some great friends, written some great stuff, gotten amazing requests that i’m still writing sorry T.T and I can’t express how much I’ve appreciated you. I read every notification, scroll through every reblog, smile at every like, and love every reply/comment. I’m really happy that there are people out there who I can reach with my content and make your day a little better as we share our fandom. My heart is so full 💖

I’m gonna take a few moments to call out some of special people I’ve met here:

@lovingshoto Angie, you’re such a sweetheart and one of my closest friends here, I really hope you go far and gain your own following on this site for your writing because you deserve it 😘💖 I’ll always be here for you~

@tokoyamis-luv Zara you lovely bean you! I enjoy all your little messages in my ask. You’re my little baby who I want to protect forever and ever, thank you for lending me your mind for when I’m in a rut with writing. I love you 😘💖

@todorokiakina1 my darling, we talk almost every day, I hope you get your writing juices back up and running, I believe in you! Thank you for always chatting with me 💖

@sunshhinnee I remember you as the first few follower who took the time to like and reblog everything I wrote in my early days, and for that I’m so thankful for you 💕

@rintomoj @xi-i-i-whatsyouremergency @estrellitaaart @aurora-vorealis @imconfusedanditsok @shoujo-roki @cyanide9602 @uacrack ik we’re mutuals on my main and we don’t talk often but hmu?? tag me in shit?? idk lets interact more and talk

All the admins at @bnhaclaimedmysoul for being so nice and inspiring me to start my writing blog in the first place, my heart especially goes to @evnscntspul for being a sweetie moot on my main

@evielament @soulily0 @musically-inclined-fangirl @fandomfreak1000000 @zyxys1 @multifandom-fanfic @fucking-super-yikes @the-lonely-pie @roeroeroeyourboet I don’t have the time to go through every single person who’s liked/reblogged every single thing/most things I’ve written (there are a lot of you, i see you guys, trust me) but I definitely notice you guys the most

@bnhaloser my precious little sweetheart thank you for your love and fanfic readings on your youtube channel, please get some sleep and I hope you’re not burning yourself out too much! I’m still looking after you from the shadows 👀

@birds-have-teeth Ashi my precious senpai who noticed me 🥺 i love you, thank you again for putting me on your author recs list, i’m so grateful for you 🙏🏻

@shoutodoki @justshotoswifeisall my senpai friends Val and Kayla, you’ve both inspired me and you already know how much i love and appreciate you, but i’ll say it again for good measure l love youuuu 💖💖💖

Special shoutout to @adainelartz @boomboombakugou and all the anons who have ever sent me all the lovely requests! I’m finishing them up, I’ve been busy with school stuff and I’ve been burnt out, but I’ll hopefully finish a few more this weekend into next week!

And one more big thank you to every person reading this post, whether you’re a brand new or old follower, if you’ve only read one of my posts or you’ve liked my entire masterlist, whether you’re a quiet reader or a vocal one, I really do appreciate you all and I’d like to give you all warm hugs. You guys keep me going and I couldn’t have gotten this far without every single one of you, and I can’t express my gratitude enough 💕💘

So! I’ll be doing requests this weekend, BUT I’m gonna be opening a 1K followers special event this weekend for anyone who wants to participate! It’ll be mostly ask box stuff with a little something for the creatives to try their hand at as well. I might even extend it to next week or until I hit 1,100 just for fun. I look forward to talking to you guys then!

If you’ve reached the end of this long, mushy note, you’re a real trooper 👍🏻 Please take care of yourselves mentally and physically in these rough times. I wish all of you health, safety, and calm in your social-distancing/quarantining. Stay on top of your work/school but remember to take breaks when you need it 💙

With lots of love hugs and smiles

~Tiny

#follower milestone #follower appreciation #1000 followers #Tiny's 1000 Follower Special #tiny talks #i get mushy really easily okay #sorry

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ciakinius · 5 years ago

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The Kiddies

Kihyun x Reader

Genre: Comedy, fluff, crack

A/N: Hey y’all! My lazy ass decided to procrastinate my school work and finally finish this crackhead fic so I figured I share it here to amuse everyone. There is some film set jargan in here so I apologize for that but I am a film student so please enjoy this fantasy I’ve conjured up in my head. And yes, film sets are that choatic.

Warnings: None, unless you are offended by the Kiddies, and if so, then I don’t know what to tell you.

Side note: *stands for korean

Enjoy!

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It was six fucking AM when you rushed into the studio.

You barely made it on time after the bus had run late, which just had to happen on your first day of work. This job was hard as fuck to get and took years to train for. It was hard enough getting on music video sets in your home country. But to land a job on the art team for one in South Korea! On a Kpop video? Dream come true.

Of course you knew why you got the job which really, wasn’t that impressive to begin with. Set Dresser was better than art production assistant, and you were getting paid so that was a plus. But it was still a very low level crew job. One of your bosses from a past job who you kept in touch happened to be working on this MV and needed an extra hand from someone she trusted. She remembered you spoke moderate Korean (that special skills section finally came in fucking handy) and wanted to bring you on. So here you were. Working on a Kpop music video.

And not just any group's music video. The second your boss told you it was for Monsta X, your ult group, you didn't hesitate to say yes. Of course, set dressing meant you probably wouldn't meet them at all, maybe see them if you were lucky. Still it was quite an opportunity.

As you ran through the studio searching for your boss you didn't have time to register your surroundings. So many people were running everywhere. All the grips walking by with a bunch of C-stands and lights. Damn, this studio was huge.You couldn’t find any signs marking departments. And no one looked like they had time to stop and tell you where the art department was. You checked your watch and saw that it was already 6:05. Shit. Your boss was going to bite your head off.

You saw the hair and makeup trailer. That's a good sign. Art was usually nearby. You kept looking around until you finally saw it. All the saw dust and people running by with paint stained hands. Ah the art department. You started running then, so intently focused on finding your boss that you completely missed the embarrassing accident you were about to walk into.

You failed to see the man walking by with the massive three legged light stand and tripped forward as your shin, very painfully, collided with one of the metal legs.

You know when you start falling forward and it almost feels slow motion? Because you are trying to stop yourself and it's in front of multiple people? Well that was you were experiencing right now. But just to make it worse you ended up falling into someone who went down right along with you. When you both finally hit the floor with a loud smack, you knew the man under you took the brunt of the fall based on his groans of pain. You looked up, about to apologize. The words got caught in your throat though as you saw who exactly you fell on.

Oh fuck.

Your eyes met Kihyun's, painfully squinting in pain. The Kihyun. Of Monsta X. The group whose music video you were working on. Oh, you were so getting fired. Your palms braced against his chest and you were about to rip yourself off him when you felt it. More so, THEM.

Oh my. There was muscle there for sure. A lot more than you expected. Perhaps Kihyun wasn’t full of shit when he joked about buffing up his pecs. You had seen the pictures, but still you never imagined this.

Wow. The kiddies are real, you thought.

"What did you just say?" You heard in English. You looked up, eyes widening. Oh no. Did you say that outloud?

"What are kiddies?" You finally met Kihyun's eyes and looked away immediately. You were certainly getting off him this time, pushing off his chest, but his hand on your waist( WHEN DID THOSE GET THERE) kept you where you were.

His eyes bore into you. Well you were already getting fired so why not enjoy the moment with the Young Flexer. "Ah...well…..it's a nickname. "

"For?" He started smirking now, enjoying how flustered you were.

You looked down. "For your chest muscles. You know, a lot of monbebes came up with the nickname. We tend to call them…...tiddies. And your name is Kihyun. So ki and tiddies makes….kiddies". You had never been so fucking embarrassed in your life. Kihyun loosened his hands, blinking incredulously at you. You sprang up and finally noticed some of the Starship staff looking at you. Kihyun's manager already heading your way, face red.

You hid your face, about to bolt when Kihyun got up and took your hand.

"Hey, look at me." He asked.

You looked up at his beautiful face. Still bare. Shit. You'd made him late for hair and makeup too. His smile through you off though.

"I know what the "kiddies" are. We see how wild you guys are on Twitter, I just wanted to hear you explain it. Plus, you're cute when you're flustered." Oh well. You didn't expect that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch you. And I'm so sorry for falling on you. I'm sure they'll fire m-"

"It's okay. It was an accident. And they won't fire you if I have anything to say about it." You let out a sigh of relief, thanking him in Korean.

"Also" he stepped closer to you and whispered in your ear, "you seemed to like what you felt." You moved away, that damn smirk back on his face. Well fuck.

* "Kihyun-ah! Are you okay?" His manager asked in Korean.

* "Y/N! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!??" And there was your boss. But Kihyun kept his word and explained to both of them that it was just an accident and that he was fine. And said quite sternly you were NOT to be fired. You always believed Monsta X were good guys, and it was nice to see it confirmed. After Kihyun left to HMU, your boss glared at you and just motioned with her finger for you to follow her. Well this day was already off to a great start.

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Your boss had tortured you all day, keeping you away from the set as punishment and solely stationing you at the painting shop. It was only good to avoid all the states the Korean crew members were throwing your way, wondering what a foreigner was doing here. It wasn't unheard of but it certainly was a cause for unnecessary attention,made even worse by today's incident. Once they finally called wrap, you started packing your things. You were about to leave when your phone buzzed for the first time all day. Everyone knew to never text or call unless it was an emergency on your work days. You opened the text and your eyes widened. A Korean number had texted you and not just any Korean number.

Unknown number: 8:05 pm: *Hey! This is Kihyun, of Monsta X! I didn't see you for the rest of the day and thought it wouldn't be a good idea to ask for your number in front of everyone. So I got it from the call sheet. Anyways...I wanted to ask if you were interested in meeting up after the shoot?

Of Monsta X? Kihyun ma boi. Still embarrassing even in person. Ahhhh he was so cute though. Wait, was he...asking you out? And he looked up your number? No way this was happening. Not with Kihyun of all people.

You: 8:07 pm: *Sorry, I'm still learning Korean. Are you asking ME out?

Kihyun: 8:08 pm: *Hahaha, yes I am. I can write it in English too! "I want to see you again, if you want?"

You didn't respond for a bit. Contemplating if this was a good idea. Of course as a fan it was a dream come true, but his idol status, along with your job were definitely issues. A buzz took you out of your thoughts.

Kihyun: 8:10pm: Btw, you're free to feel the kiddies whenever you want. I liked the way your hands felt on me ;)

Wow. How could you say no to that.

You: 8:11pm: Well, you've sold me now. I'd love to properly meet you after the shoot

Kihyun: 8:11 pm: I can't wait :)

Well. What an interesting first day of work.

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Thank you for reading!

#monsta x #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fanfiction #yoo kihyun #kihyun #kihyun x reader #kihyun drabble #kihyun fluff #kihyun imagine #kihyun fanfic #for the record I love this man and would do anything for his cringy ass

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icedthoma · 4 years ago

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Hello 🥺I’m going around asking people that I follow if they can give any tips about “how to start a blog” such as yours, also what is your process for making headcanons/full length fanfics? Thank you if you answer this :D

Hi!! Here are some things I’ve picked up throughout my whole year of being here (I apologize if what I say has already been said habsjsns)

I’d reccomend establishing a rules page early on if you decide to take requests so people know a general idea of what they’ll find on your blog + what is okay for them to request, like if your blog is sfw or not 👍

Organization! A navigation post, masterlist, etc., all those things will definitely help a lot!

When starting out, just. Write. Write what you love for who you love, write whatever self indulgent stuff you can think of, all that matters is you’re enjoying what you’re doing! Notes or followers Will come with time, so you just gotta keep putting yourself out there! It may seem daunting at first, but if you genuinely like what you’re writing, others will definitely be drawn to it!

Making friends with other writers. That’s something I’m still trying to work more on bc I suck at socializing but I love having people I can chat with about writing and learn from. You don’t have to do this alone!

Read a lot! Good writing comes from reading good writing, and there’s a difference between learning from someone’s writing style and straight up copying. Please don’t plagiarize.

Sometimes I’ll come across a line that just hit hard, and I’m like well why did it resonate with me so much? I go back and look at the types of imagery used, sentence structure, etc.

Or sometimes I’ll reread a fic series, but this time taking note of how the author laid out each series of events during this painstakingly awesome slowburn so I can learn how to plan longer fics better.

Anyway, learning from other writers is totally okay!

That’s kind of all I got for blog tips? The last four are straight up diving into writing territory rather than blog tips smH

I’m a mess when it comes to these kinds of things

My writing process is under the cut bc i got excited

Well when it comes to writing requests I literally just scroll through my inbox until I pass a request that sends a light bulb through my head, usually it being a certain scene or a concept, or maybe a way I want that request to end.

Then I pull out ye olde laptop and build around that, sometimes working backwards from the scene or ending, or, usually for fics, write a small summary of what I want to happen that I can refer to later

When I’m writing headcanons I’m a lot less stiff if that makes any sense, like I enjoy the freedom the bullet points give me, and how it’s okay to have like one line that’s just “todoroki.exe has stopped working” or move to another topic or scene more often unlike when I’m writing fics, idk skhdskjs

Essentially it’s like a fic in bullet point format, but the paragraphs are a lot smaller and it moves quicker than fics bc all you’re really doing is spilling your thoughts in a less strung together way.

For hcs its mainly the struggle of getting those first few lines down, the rest comes easily once I get into the flow of it and begin to have a clearer idea of where I want to take it.

When I have an idea for a fic I want to write, request or not, I always try my best to think about the ending first.This is something I learned that truly helps a lot.

So many times I would give up on fics because I would hit a wall I couldn’t get over no matter how many times I tried.

But ever since I started writing with an end in mind, things got easier bc I had a point to work the plot towards. And it’s okay if the ending changes along the way!

I don’t really know how to explain my process when I’m actually writing tho. I watch it play out in my head like a movie and I just write it! The whole time I’m always thinking, how will this lead towards the conclusion?

I take a lot of inspiration from songs, too, whether it’s the kind of vibes I want for that piece or the story being told in the song itself.

I really hope this could be useful to you, I haven’t really ever gotten asked for advice with this kind of stuff before asjhdskdks

I wish the best of luck to you in your writing endeavors, and hmu when u start posting omg i’d love to read your writing

#its currently 12 am as im writing this does this make any sense #t rants #writing things #peachy-queen15

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andtheyweredeskmates · 5 years ago

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Of Latte’s and Lingerie- Chapter Five

Surprise, Surprise, I’m still procrastinating my 5 page paper that’s due tomorrow. Anyways, I update. It’s already up on AO3. HMU if you’re interested in going on the taglist. I’d love to know people actually like this story. If you haven’t already, you can read previous chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4. Thanks for reading!

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“So this boy, you met him at Starbucks?”

Alya had a knack for interrogation. Marinette didn’t really mind it but when it came to keeping secrets, it became an issue. Partially because Marinette was terrible at lying but also because Alya always felt the need to get to the bottom of the truth. Marinette had to work exceptionally hard to keep her coffee shop a secret. And it wasn’t necessarily because she didn’t want Alya to go to her coffee shop as much as she was scared that if Alya did go to the coffee shop, she would like it so much she would recommend it to her followers. And if Alya recommended it to her followers, suddenly Dunn’s wouldn’t be a hideaway anymore. It would be a zoo.

“Yeah, he always sits across from me at the coffee shop but his spot was full so he asked to come sit with me.”

“Oooh okay. What’s his name?” Marinette scratched her head. She’d wanted to kick herself the whole way home when she realized. The hot boy had known her name but she was too distracted to remember to ask his. Marinette grumbled to herself.

“Mari you know I can’t understand you when you mumble.”

“I don’t know,” Marinette repeated quietly. Alya slammed her empty wine glass on the coffee table so hard that Marinette was positive it would break.

"MARI WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW HIS NAME!" Marinette let out a short pathetic laugh and fidgeted with her hands in her lap.

“I forgot to ask.” Alya stared at Mari with a look of fury. She was still and silent for a solid minute before she spoke.

“You forgot.” Marintette winced.

“You talked to the hottest guy you think you have ever seen. Somehow manage to get him to like you enough to want to hang out with you again and you forgot to ask for his fucking name?! I’m sorry Mari but I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”

“I’m sorry Alya!” Mari whined. “But I had a lot going through my mind! The whole experience was a little overwhelming!”

“I will never understand you Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Alya stood up and walked into Marinette’s kitchen.

“I need another bottle of wine before I speak to you.” Alya pulled another bottle of wine from Marinette’s cabinet and brought it back into the living room, unscrewing the cap. Marinette just sat pitifully, beet red, staring at her hands.

“When do you think you’ll see him again?” Alya asked curtly. She poured herself a very generous glass of wine.

“Um… Well, he’s usually at Du- I mean, Starbucks when I go there. I’d say we’re there together probably 75 percent of the time. Well not together -together but you know. Like at the same time.” The scowl on Alya’s face didn’t budge.

“Marinette if you don’t get his number the next time you see him. AND his name. I will personally strangle you myself. You got it?” Marinette gulped.

“I got it.”

…

Adrien paced nervously in his room. He had his phone on speaker and he was impatiently waiting out the rings.

“Hello?”

“Hey Natalie, it’s Adrien.”

“Yes?” Adrien sighed.

“Tell my father that I accept.” He shoved his head in his hands. His decision felt impulsive. He’d only just had dinner with his father a few hours before but he had kind of made up his mind the moment his father laid out the proposition. He always knew he’d do what he could to keep his father happy.

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that.” The phone clicked. Adrien wasn’t sure what he’d expected to get out of that phone call but he’d at least expected it to be more dramatic. But then again Natalie was never one for melodrama.

…

“Dude I can’t believe this. How is this any different than your life before?” Nino was hunched over a controller, eyes focused on Adrien’s television. Adrien pressed irritably at the buttons on his own controller.

“Well for one I can eat whatever I want- Oh for the love of god Nino how many times do I have to tell you that this game has friendly fire? Will you please stop shooting me?”

“I mean food is great and all Adrien but that’s not the reason you hated modeling.” Adrien sighed.

“I mean its not just the food. I get to have my own career and live in my own house. I just have to not act like a complete jackass in public and go to my dad’s shows.”

“That’s an oversimplification and you know it. But I mean- GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I HATE THIS GAME.” Adrien grinned.

“I mean dude its your life and I’m not gonna tell you how to live it. Just want you to make sure that your Dad isn’t either ya know?”

“Yeah, thanks Nino.”

…

“Oh my god, he said he’s gonna be at your show?” Alya was prodding again. Marinette could feel them approaching dangerous waters.

“I mean… it’s not my show but he said he’d be at the one my line’s at.”

“That’s crazy! Oh my god. He's gonna see you looking super hot in your lingerie. That's amazing. But... wait I thought you said it was super exclusive? Even I can’t get in there.”

“He said his dad was in the fashion industry.” Marinette got up to turn on her television. She tried with great difficulty to ignore Alya's comment.

“Oh cool, who’s his dad?” Marinette groaned as she walked back to the couch.

“Alya. I don’t know.” Alya threw her hands up.

“Mari, the more words that come out of your mouth, the less faith I have in you.” Marinette handed Alya a controller.

“Then less talking, more playing.”

…

“Oh no.” Adrien looked at Nino.

“Oh no what?” Adrien asked.

“It’s them,” Nino replied hollowly.

“Fuck.”

…

“Oh my god Alya look!” They stared at the screen while the map loaded, assessing the opposing users.

“Ha, its those losers again. How do we always manage to be online with them? You’d think they’d choose a different map considering how bad they suck,” Alya sneered. Marinette cackled.

“How do you think they’d feel if they realized they were getting beat by a couple of girls?”

“I don’t know, how do you think they’d feel if they realized they were getting beat by a couple of drunk girls.”

…

“How do we always manage to get stuck with these guys. Do you even know how many people play this game?” Nino was tapping his foot impatiently, waiting for the screen to load.

“Ugh, I bet they’re perverts too. Who makes their username FoxyLady? Or Tikkibaby? God. They sound like lame douchebags who play in their mom’s basement.” Adrien’s nose scrunched at the thought.

“Yeah, its easy to beat ass in a videogame when you use all your free time to play it,” Nino muttered.

“Okay Nino. Its starting. Are you ready?”

“Hell yeah!”

…

“I swear Mari, its like they get worse every time we play them.”

…

“GOD DAMMIT ADRIEN, IF FOXYLADY STABS ME ONE MORE TIME!”

…

“Alya, go easy on the poor guys. I can literally imagine them screaming at the TV.”

…

“Oh Nino, I think I got Tikkibaby. I’m right behind him. He can’t even see m- FUUUUUCK HOW DOES HE FUCKIN DO THAT!”

…

“Mari, I thought you said go easy on them?” Marinette giggled.

“I figured it was my turn to mess with them a little bit.”

…

GAME OVER.

Nino and Adrien stared at the screen. Fuming.

“Adrien. I swear on my brother’s life that one day we’re going to beat them so bad that they wish they’d never even seen our users flash across their screen.”

“Nino, you don’t even like your brother.”

“Exactly. Better his life than mine. I really hate this game.”

…

“Well another day, another ass whooped.” Marinette and Alya were giggling hysterically at the screen.

VICTORY

“Oh man Marinette. I really love this game.”

Next Chapter

#my fic #coffee shop au #miraculous ladybug #adrienette #adrinette #miraculous fanfic #mlb fanfic #fanfiction #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe

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lettersinscarlet · 5 years ago

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Smiles (Colby Brock Imagine)

Hello! I’ve been working on this for days. This one is super long so it might take a little while to read 😂😂. I’ve been bouncing around a few ideas and I can’t wait to get them written out so yay! My requests are open for Sam, Colby, and Jake. I’m gonna try and write some Jake stories but if they are terrible you gotta let me know 😂😂 and I’m still in need of some blurb ideas so HMU if you got any! Hope you enjoy!

Request: You’ve kept your child hidden from the public eye and in one of the most recent videos and they appear in front of the camera acting cute and fans go crazy over how similar they look to Colby.

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“(Y/N)!” Colby cheered as he opened the door for you. You walked in and smiled and gave him a big hug. Jake and Sam came next and you guys stood and talked for a second.

“Did you bring Jace?” Sam asked.

“Nope. I left him back in Kansas,” you said, trying to hide your smile. The boys all looked sad and then you quickly peeked your head back into the hall and motioned for him to come down. Jace’s feet made stomping noises as he cane running down the hall and into the apartment.

“Jace!” they all exclaimed and in turn gave him hugs. You smiled at all the guys and you shut the door.

You had known these three since you had been in Kansas with them. You guys had stuck together through high school, even with Jake being so far away. You had had a little crush on Colby but you never did anything about it. When they left for LA, you had stayed behind to settle down in Kansas. You had made a nice living and you had met some guy and that very guy had gotten pregnant. You had told him and he had freaked out and left, leaving you scared and alone. You didn’t know who to turn to, so you had called the guys. Even though you were all grown and they had their own lives, they had still supported you through everything. So every once in awhile, you came up to LA to see them and sometimes your brought Jace, your son, with you.

Jace. His full name was Jason “Jase” Daniel (L/N). He had blonde hair and brilliantly blue eyes. He was three years old and he loved going to see the guys. And it seemed that they liked seeing Jace, too.

“So what are you guys up to today?” you asked as you went to sit on the couch. The guys followed you and Jace went to sit right next to Colby.

“We’re filming a never have I ever video,” Colby explained. “Wanna join?”

“(Y/N) please join!” Jake pleaded. “It’ll be just like we used to!”

“Hopefully not JUST like we used to,” you said as your eyes got wide. The boys chuckled and Jace giggled. “Alright I’m in. Is there a spot Jace can go while we film?” you asked.

“Oh yeah! He can hang out in my other room if you’re good with that,” Sam offered.

“Since it’s Sam’s house, we know he’s got crayons and coloring books,” Colby joked. Everyone laughed and Sam showed Jace where the room was and some things he could play with. Sam got back and he set up his camera.

“Don’t worry, I moved the Chucky doll and I don’t think he could hurt himself on anything.”

“Alright then let’s get started!”

Sam turned on the camera and flopped down on the couch.

“What’s up guys it’s your boy Sam and today I am with Shrek,” he pointed at Jake, “Donkey,” he pointed at Colby, “and Fiona!” he pointed at you. You guys all laughed and Sam looked back at the camera. “Actually we’re here today with one of our good friends. (Y/N)!” You struck a pose and then smiled at the camera. “Today we are going to play never have I ever. You guys know how the game works. One of us is going to ask a question that the other’s have to answer. And the questions are in my trusty hat,” Sam announces as he pulls a hat from behind his back and sets in on the table. Colby and Jake groan and you laugh. “If you haven’t done what the question says, you are safe. If you HAVE done what the questions says, you have to...” Sam reached down and grabbed something and slammed it on the table, “DRINK THE LEMON JUICE!”

Colby’s eyes got wide and Jake scooter back closer against the couch. You pulled your knees against your chest and Sam laughed evilly.

“Are we all drinking out of the same glass? Cuz I don’t know what diseases you guys have, but I certainly don’t want to catch them,” you said.

“No we’ve got separate glasses,” Sam said and got up to get them. He came back with four identical glasses and he set them next to the bottle of lemon juice. “Any questions before we start?”

“Yea, why are you SO EVIL?” Colby yelled and you laughed.

“Okay then, first question,” Sam said as he reached in the hat. “Never have I ever gone commando.”

Jake reaches for the juice and poured himself some and drank it. His face scrunched up and everyone laughed.

“What can I say? You gotta do what you gotta do, brother.”

You laughed and Sam passed the hat to Colby. Colby took a deep breath and reached into the hat. “Never have I ever given or received a lap dance.”

Everyone reached for the lemon juice and you chuckled. You took your “shots” at the same time and you blinked a few times.

“That was a pleasant surprise,” you kidded.

Colby passed you the hat and you gently put your hand in and pulled one out.

“Never have I ever been skinny dipping.”

You, Sam, and Colby reached for the lemon juice.

“(Y/N)? YOU have been skinny dipping?” Colby asked with a raised eyebrow.

“That is a story for another time,” you said as you took down your lemon juice. “Oh it’s worse the second time!” you yelled as you set the glass back on the table. Jake just laughed and you playfully shoved him.

Behind you, the door opened and Jace came running out. “Mommy! Mommy! Look at this pitcher I drawed!”

Jace came running into the living room and he stood in front of you. He held his drawing out in front of you and you smiled.

“That’s beautiful! Can I buy it from you?”

“Mommy you can have it for fwee,” he said.

You got the picture from him and you gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you very much.”

“No pwobwem,” he said. He turned to walk away but he stopped in front of Colby. “Mommy can I pway?”

“Jace, this is for the grown ups you should go back.”

“Pwease,” he begged, drawing out the “e”.

“Sam, can he stay for a question?” you asked.

“Sure.”

“Okay, buddy, you can play.”

“Yay!” he squealed and he wedged himself between you and Colby. You smiled down at him and he looked at you.

“Here’s your question: have you ever stayed up past your bedtime?”

Jace sat there for a minute in thought before he looked back at you. “I don’t wanna pway this game anymore,” he said. You laughed and he giggled.

“Okay then. Now run along,” you told him. He hopped up and he ran back to the room Sam had him in earlier.

“(Y/N) that was so cute. Can I keep that in the video?” Sam asked.

“Normally, I’d say no, but it’s you guys so why not?” you told him.

“Thank you sooooo much! Anyway, back to the game. Jake, you’re up.”

You guys sat around and played a few more rounds. You laughed until your stomach hurt and you had more than a few more lemon juice shots. Your mouth was sour and you had started getting a bad cough.

“Alright guys I think that’s a wrap. We’ve learned a whole lot of information about each other that I’m not sure we ever wanted to know...” Sam said and everyone laughed. “Don’t forget to like and subscribe and I’ll put all these guys links in the description,” Sam said and pointed at you guys. You waved bye to the camera and Sam got up to turn it off.

“So how long are you here for?” Jake asked you.

“Well I’ve got a hotel for the night but I’ll probably head back tomorrow.”

“(Y/N)! We told you: NO HOTELS! We’ve know each other for what feels like forever. You’re staying with one of us,” Colby said and looked at you. “You’re staying with one of us.”

“Alright then,” you chuckled. “Just didn’t think y’all would have room for me and Jace,” you said.

“I do,” Colby said with a smile. You smiled back and then he looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “If you’re staying with me, does that mean you can stay a few extra days?”

“Let me check and see, but it should be no problem,” you said. The boys cheered and you smiled. You called for Jace and he toddled in. He came to the couch and he stood in front of Jake.

“Uncle Jakey can I sit wif you?” he pouted and stuck his hands up.

“Of course you can,” Jake said and scooped him up. He laughed and Jake sat and played with him for a little while. You smiled at them and you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of them.

You made some conversation and you guys talked about your plans for the weekend. You were gonna find a babysitter and you were gonna spend some quality time with Jake, Sam, and Colby.

As the night winded down, you said goodbye to Sam and Jake and you walked with Colby and Jace back to Colby’s apartment. You left Jace with Colby as you went and got your’s and Jace’s stuff from the car. You came up and Colby was playing with Jace on the floor.

“I hope you don’t mind,” you said as you came in, “but Jace brought a few of his favorite toys.”

“RACE CAR!” Jace squealed and he ran towards you with his hands outstretched. You shot Colby a look and he smiled at you.

“Race cars? No way! Those are my favorite, too!” he told Jace and he nodded at you. You reached in one of the bags and you pulled out two of his cars and you handed them to Jace. He ran back over to Colby and he plopped on the floor in front of him.

“You can pway wif my fawit one,” he said and handed Colby one of the cars. Colby gasped and thanked him profusely and then they began to roll the cars back and forth on the ground. You smiled at them and then you went and set your stuff down next to the couch. You sat down and watched as they played and you gave input when Jace asked for it. When he started yawning, you scooped him up in your arms and you kissed his head.

“I think it’s time for someone to go to bed,” you said. Jace scrunched his face up and looked at you.

“I’m not tired,” he whined. You just chuckled and you hugged him.

“Okay, if you’re not tied, then I guess you can’t watch tv with me and Colby,” you told him and looked at Colby. He chuckled and you looked down at Jace.

“Maybe I’m a wittle tired,” he said. You laughed and you went and you got his night clothes and his toothbrush and toothpaste. Colby showed you where the bathroom was and you helped Jace get ready for bed. When he was done, you carried him back to the living room and you sat on the couch with him in your lap. Colby day next to you guys and turned on the tv.

Jace drifted off to sleep within minutes of Colby turning on the show. You just chuckled and you stroked his hair.

“If you want to go to bed, you can go with him in mine,” Colby offered.

“And where would you sleep?” you countered.

“I can sleep on the couch.”

“Colby I couldn’t do that to you. Plus, this is your house. You can sleep in your bed. Do you have an air mattress?” you asked.

“Let me check,” Colby said. He got up quietly so he wouldn’t disturb Jace. He went and he checked his closet. “No but I have spare sheets. Let me go check at Sam’s place really quick.” Colby left and you sat on the couch watching Jace sleep. He was like a little angel, while he was asleep anyway. You chuckled to yourself and Colby came back with something rolled under his arm.

“He had one but it’s gonna make some noise and it might wake him up,” Colby said.

“It’ll be okay. He needs to get up anyway so I can put him in bed,” you told him.

Colby nodded and he moved the table before he unrolled the mattress. He found and outlet and plugged it in and it started whirring. Jace woke up and rubbed his eyes. He was a little grumpy.

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed in his ear. “Just getting the bed ready.”

“I’m not sweepy,” he tried. But his head dropped back over on you.

“Sure you’re not,” you whispered to him.

Soon, the mattress finished blowing up and you went to help Colby put the sheets on.

“You’re sure that you’ll be okay out here?” he asked after you finished putting on the blankets and pillows.

“We will be fine. It’s not like you’re leaving us out on the streets,” you told him. He looked down and you smiled.

“Only if you’re sure,” he said. You shook your head and you turned back to get Jace. You scooped him up and you went to put him on the mattress.

“Mommy?” he asked you with a tired voice.

“Yes?”

“Can I sleep wif Uncle Colby?”

“I don’t think he wants another-“

“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you,” Colby said. You asked him if he was sure and he just nodded his head.

“Okay you can sleep with him,” you said. Jace gave a tired smile and you carried him upstairs to Colby’s room. You put him on the bed and you tucked him in. You planted a kiss on his forehead and then you walked back out to the living room.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” you asked him.

“It’s not like you’re leaving me on the streets,” he said, mocking your tone from earlier. You rolled your eyes and he laughed at you. “Yes, I’ll be alright. As long as he won’t eat me in my sleep, I think I’ll survive.”

“Fine. He might get up early and if he does just get me and you can go back to sleep. And if he wakes up and is hungry-“

“(Y/N), it’ll be alright. Just get some sleep,” he told you. He walked by and gave you a hug before he headed upstairs. You let out a sigh and you grabbed your stuff out of your back before you got ready for bed.

When you finished, you went around and you picked up Jace’s stuff and you cleaned up a little. You plugged up your phone and you set it down and you crawled onto the mattress. You rolled over and you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

You woke up the next morning to the smell of food and the sound of something sizzling. You sat up and looked to see Colby in the kitchen. You whirled around and looked for Jace and you found he was sitting on the floor near Colby, playing with some cars that you’re not sure how he found them.

“Look who’s finally up,” Colby said as he turned to look at you.

“Since when have you ever kept food in your kitchen that wasn’t take out?” you asked as you walked to the kitchen.

“Never! I just stole from Sam,” he said.

“Teaching my child bad behavior? Wow,” you said. Colby’s eyes got wide and you chuckled. “I’m kidding.”

He laughed and turned around and checked the breakfast. “You’re up just in time! Breakfast is ready!”

“Yay!” Jace squealed as he got up. You helped him sit at the counter and you sat down next to him.

“This is gonna get messy,” you told Colby. He laughed as he spilt the breakfast onto three plates and he set two of them in front of you and Jace. You dug in and you groaned. “Oh this is so good.”

“Easy, (Y/N), there’s a child in our midst,” he joked. You giggled and kept eating.

You hung out the rest of the day with Colby and you found a babysitter that could watch Jace for the night. You hung out with the guys and you ate dinner and you went and had some fun. You even filmed a few tik toks with the boys. You had a ton of fun.

The next day, Sam uploaded his video. You were gonna be honest, you were a little nervous. Your child was going to be on a YouTube video. But you trusted Sam and you knew that everything was going to be alright.

Later that night, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you got a text from Sam.

“Check our the comments on the video.”

You pulled your laptop form out of your bag and you pulled up YouTube. You got to the video and you checked out the comments. Everyone was saying Jace looked like Colby. You were a little shocked. If anything, you thought he looked more like Sam.

Seek had bright blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He face was round and his cheeks always had a red tint to them. His nose was round like a button and he had a small freckle. In your opinion, he looked nothing like Colby.

You clicked on the video and you made sure to like it before you skipped through it. You got to the part where Jace came in and you played it. Jace came toddling in and he sat next to you. You asked him his question and he answered. He smiled then-

You gasped as you paused the video. The smile. Colby and Jace were smiling at the same time, and it was the same. The same smiled that you loved years ago and still loved to see, it was reflected in your child. Your eyes watered and you closed your laptop. You couldn’t believe it.

You got up and you went to the bathroom and cleaned your face. You were a little stunned. You couldn’t unsee what you saw, and honestly, you were glad about it.

You walked out and Colby was there in the living room.

“Where’s Jace?” he asked.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind, but he took a nap in your bed,” you said.

“I told you, I really don’t mind,” Colby said.

You stood there for a moment and then he cleared his throat.

“Did you see those comments on the video?” Colby asked you.

“Uh, yea,” you say and clasp your hands behind your back. “I did.”

“I-“

“I’m really sorry. I had no clue that people would think he was your kid or anything. I know that can probably mess up your career or something and-“

“(Y/N). Don’t worry about it. I was gonna say I’m sorry people think he’s mine. I know he’s not so it doesn’t matter what they think.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Really. And it would be an honor if he was. He’s a good kid, you know that right?”

“I know,” you said. “I just get worried sometimes.”

“You shouldn’t be. You’re doing a great job and you’ve got a great kid,” he said as he walked closer to you. You looked up at him as he left only a small bit of space between you. You looked up at him and locked eyes. His blue orbs sparkled back at you. Then you looked at his lips and you knew he had to see it.

He leaned over closer, faces centimeters apart. “Can I?”

You leaned up and kissed him gently, but getting more fierce by the second. You had wanted this moment for so long, and it was finally here.

You pulled away and smiled at him. “If that wasn’t clear, then yes, anytime. Except for in front of Jace. Not yet,” you told him with a wink. He shook his head and then he put his forehead against yours.

“It sucks that you’re gonna have to go so soon,” he said and sighed. You just smiled.

“You know, I can probably look for something over here. With my experience, I’m sure I could get a job,” you told him.

“All of that for me?” he asked and pulled away.

“Not only do you like me,” you started and made eye contact, “but you care for Jace, too. You love hanging out with him and I think it’s safe to say he likes hanging out with you, too. Plus, we’ve known each other for years and we’ve been through a lot. But if it’s not a good idea, I can figure something out.”

He pulled you back to him, arms wrapping around you and chin resting on your head. “I think it’s a great idea and I’m on board. Let’s give it a shot.”

You bummed and you guys stood there for a moment.

“One thing though,” Colby said and you froze.

“Yeah?”

“Can you buy me some race cars, too?”

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years ago

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Not Guilty- 2

murder mystery’s back! im having too much fun with this story guys

Link to chap 1 in case you need it

warnings: albert being a human disaster, abuse of the word ‘milk’

ship: ralbert, platonic spalbert

word count: 1680

editing: lmaoooo no

Chap 2

When Albert gets to the precinct the next morning, he’s wary to find a wrapped parcel on his desk that looks suspiciously like a sandwich. He pokes at it, frowning when he sees a singular smiley face drawn on the underside in black sharpie.

“Hey, uh, Spot?” He calls, looking up when he hears his partner’s chair roll out from his desk and subsequently poke his head around the low wooden wall that separates their cubicles.

“Yes, honeycakes?” Spot’s expression is the face of innocence and Albert’s stomach churns.

“Did you-” He stumbles, gesturing to the presumed sandwich, “Is this for me?”

“It’s on your desk, isn’t it?” Spot smiles, rolling back into his cubicle.

Albert sighs, taking off his messenger bag and jacket and sitting heavily in his desk chair. He cautiously unwraps the white paper to find a loaded meatball sub sitting in the middle of a napkin. There’s a sticky note placed delicately on the fluffy white bread and Albert plucks it up, squinting at the words:

Sorry you didn’t finish your sandwich xoxo Spottie

He laughs probably too loud and sticks the sticky note on his desktop, right next to the note from Jack that reads: ‘I’m sorry for stealing your pants, I had brains on mine’ after Jack had taken his extra pair of slacks from his locker when his got spoiled at a crime scene.

He takes a bite of the sandwich, pleased to find that he can still stomach his favorite Gianno’s special after yesterday’s events. As he chews, careful not to get any tomato sauce on his shirt, he plucks a sticky note from his own pad and scrawls out: Thanks, Pop Spotcket. Love u, dear xoxo and tosses it over to Spot.

A moment later, Spot snorts indignantly, “‘Pop Spotcket’? Really? Does anyone actually use those anymore? The only person I know who has one is my niece and she’s eleven.”

Albert rolls his chair so he’s in Spot’s cubicle, sandwich still in hand, “I have one, asshole. They’re useful. Anyway, thanks for the sandwich. How’s it looking at Gianno’s?”

Spot sighs wearily, placing a stack of papers down and turning from his computer to look at Albert, “Eh. They’re closed today. I stopped by this morning to pick up some evidence left at the crime scene and one of the waiters asked if I wanted anything and I remembered that you didn’t get to finish your lunch yesterday so…”

“Thanks, man,” Albert says, mouth full. Spot wrinkles his nose and tells him not to speak with food in his mouth. Albert rolls his eyes, “Anyway, evidence? What’s new?”

“Nothing really,” Spot says, “Just Wiesel’s receipt from his last meal. Wasn’t really much on it, but it gave us a sure timestamp that lines up with our original record, so at least that’s set.”

“Good,” Albert shoves the last bit of sandwich into his mouth, licking his fingers.

“Yeah. Saw our boy there, though.”

Albert raises his eyebrows, “Higgins?”

“Mhm.”

“How’s he?”

Spot shrugs, “Didn’t talk to him. Kid looked like shit. Well, more shitty than yesterday if that’s somehow possible. Kept sending cute little glares my way, fucking ray of sunshine, that one.”

“Christ,” Albert grimaces, “I’m convinced he’s a player in this debacle somehow. I mean, he seemed genuinely surprised when he found out the vic was Wiesel, but too many strings lead to connections on his end.”

“Yeah,” Spot agrees, “I dunno, I say we dig a little into Wiesel’s other relations as well. I feel like there’s a gap here somewhere.”

“Toxicology came back,” Albert says after a pause.

Spot looks at him, eyebrows raised, “And?”

“Sarin poison in the blood. Stab wounds were post-mortem. Someone wanted this shit to look messier than it is.”

“Interesting. I wonder who’d go through the trouble of poisoning, then following up with a physical attack. ‘Specially in a public place. S’kinda risky.”

“That’s what I was thinking, but whoever it was, clearly knew what they were doing.”

“Clearly…”

XXX

Albert never understood why there was such a wide variety of milks in the world. And why, in this moment, he can’t find any simple fucking 2%.

He scans over the selection again, bypassing the almond and oat milks and skimming over the fritzy lactose free shit. There’s strawberry milk and chocolate milk on display and even horrifyingly enough, mint milk, but no fucking 2%. It’s not even like this fucking bodega is big enough to warrant having so many milks.

He just wants some damn normal person milk!

“Excuse me, detective.”

Albert doesn’t startle. He doesn’t. He’s a trained law enforcement officer and detective. People like him don’t fucking startle. But, he is on high, professional alert when he turns around to see Antonio Fucking Higgins standing behind him, eyebrows raised in what’s probably amusement and hands shoved in his pockets.

Albert makes a strangled noise, eyes working on their own accord as they trail down Higgins’ body. He’s sweaty, looking like he just came from some sort of workout, and a pair of tight adidas running pants hug his legs in all the right places. He’s in a tank top today, somehow doing his arms more justice than the grey shirt he’d been wearing yesterday. A hat sits backwards on his head, doing little to tame the curls that are trying to sneak out of the stupid hole where the strap meets the fabric. He looks hot and it’s unfair and Albert’s never been ashamed of his sexuality, but right now he’s wishing that he could reign in his gay ass a little bit because aside from the fact that Higgins is a bit of a prick, he’s also a suspect and that’s, like, number one in the Book of Nope for cops of any kind.

Higgins is still looking at him, but now there’s a small crease of concern between his eyebrows, “You alright, man?” He asks, “You look kinda like you’re having a heart attack. Do you have any chest pain? Your left arm feel numb at all?”

Albert shakes himself, morphing his expression into something he hopes looks less like Gay Panic, “Yeah, sorry, I-” He splutters a bit, then shuts his mouth with a click.

Higgins scoffs, “I just need milk, man, you mind?”

Albert starts, hastily stepping out from where he was definitely blocking the milk selection and watching as Race grabs a carton of-- fucking 2%. How did he find it so fast? How did Albert not see it? He’s supposed to be the one trained to look for details others don’t see!

Trying not to flush, Albert reaches out and grabs a carton as well and Higgins looks at him again, laughing, “You were standing here for a long time, dude, I thought you were gonna murder the milk for a second.”

“Couldn’t find the 2%.” Albert mumbles, blushing harder when Higgins laughs louder.

“Real good reconnaissance there, detective.”

When Higgins is laughing, his face changes into something a whole lot more pleasant. Not that it was ever unpleasant (the dude’s got a jawline of a god), but some of the hardness in his eyes and shadows on his face go away and for just a second, he looks like the 25 year old he’s supposed to be. It’s nice, Albert thinks, ignoring the way alarm bells are going off in his head.

“Shut up, Higgins, I’m tired. Some of us have to read about murders all day, so excuse me if my milk finding skills aren’t the most refined.”

Higgins’ face softens and the smile in his eyes turns into something else that Albert doesn’t want to dissect, “Race.”

“What?”

“Higgins is my dad, not me. And I don’t like the name Antonio very much, so if we’re gonna be talking more, be it over murder or milk, call me Race.”

“Race?”

Higgins--Race--winks, “That’s a story for level five amici.”

“Oh, okay.”

They pause for a moment and even though Albert’s not drunk, his inhibitions seem to flutter away from him against his will as he blurts out, “Drinks sometime? Would- uh- would you wanna get drinks sometime?”

And fuck-fuck- SHIT- what are you doing Dasilva? What the fuck?

Race considers him for a moment, “Not that I wouldn’t hit that,” he nods to Albert’s body and Albert flushes. Damnit with the flushing! He’s 26, not some flouncy high schooler, “But I don’t think that’s a good idea, detective.”

Albert nods, “No, yeah, honestly I don’t know why I asked- uh-”

“Relax, don’t have an aneurysm, it’s okay. I just don’t think it’s a good idea right now.”

“No no, you’re right. Absolutely.”

There’s another pause, then Race smiles apologetically, “I gotta go get the rest of my groceries. Take care.”

Albert cringes internally at how fucking painfully awkward this exchange has been, “You too,” he says, watching Race retreat to the wine aisle. He takes another moment to gather himself, then goes to the checkout line.

XXX

Albert turns up the volume on his TV, pleased with the quiet solitude of his apartment for the night. He doesn’t love living alone, but it’s been a long couple days and he’s been looking forward to a night to himself since he’d woken up that morning. Just him, some thai, and the Animal Planet playing reruns of ‘It’s Me or the Dog’ all night. Fucking self care.

He’s just yelling at some dog owner on the TV for feeding his pug 24 eggs a day and watching as Victoria Stilwell chews out the greasy fucker when his phone rings on the coffee table in front of him.

Groaning, Albert mutes the show and chugs down a few sips of beer, before picking up the phone and answering with an annoyed, “Someone better be dying.”

There’s silence on the other end and Albert pulls the phone away from his ear to check the caller ID. It’s Spot. Shit, someone might actually be dying.”

“Spot? Everything okay?”

Spot sounds sheepish when he says, “Well no one’s dying, technically…”

“But…”

“There was another murder.”

“Shit.”

Race went straight home after the bodega, right? RIGHT!??!? stay tuned ;)

thanks saph for ‘pop spotcket’

thanks for reading, chiefs

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mistersourwolf · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I get a Marvel ship please? I am a 5'3 girl who loves all kinds of music. I sing and dance, my current major is Nursing :) I'm a very fast learner if I say so myself. I can be pretty blunt at times, but overall my friends think I'm a very thoughtful person. I also write from time to time. Oh! I have medium length brown hair and my body is more on the curvy side. Not exactly skinny😢 I have a picture on my Tumblr

Omg!! First of all you sound sooo dope so hmu if u wan be friends, also I checked our your profile and found the MOST gorgeous picture of you, I like being able to visually ship my followers it’s definitely easier to picture. I’m gonna message you right after this matter of fact bc you need to know which pic I’m talking about BC GIRL??? Omg anyways!! Lmfao

I would ship you with Tony Stark!! Oh my god!! He’s a classy man and very persistent too, a better word would be stubborn. He would have one look at you and little to no thought before making his way to you, a glass in hand. I feel he’d try to flirt with you subtly because i personally believe he’s a man of pride, been a while since I’ve seen the movies and what not but those are the vibes. So he wouldn’t want to make it completely obvious he had his eyes set on you but you knew. He had a look and regardless of what his words were, his eyes contradicted it glancing over your curves. Those curves...OMG he would go wild for you. I don’t know why I get club setting vibes from this?? Makes me crave a club setting fic with him?! Ok sorry I ramble.. He definitely hit the lottery with you though and loved that he didn’t have to impress you with money like usual women he came across. You remained thoughtful and even helped him think more before speaking but only a little lmfao!! Thank you gorgeousss xx

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meat-husband · 5 years ago

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How about Bubba titty-fuckin' his s/o? And while we're at it, how about some intercrural sex with that big Texan beefcake as well, please? I just think non-penetrative sex is hawt (as is your writing!) ^_~

Yessss I didn’t realize there was a fancy name for thigh fucking thank you lol. This shit is my jam!! I just went with thigh stuff because it was already getting out of hand, but if you want the titties too then hmu and I’ll do a separate one for that!

There is also going to be a part two, I’m going to fill another ask with the second half c;

It was only mid morning and you were already sweating, the dusty house building up heat like an oven. No else seemed too bothered by it, and Drayton had stubbornly insisted that the rattling ceiling fans weren’t needed despite your protests, so you had been left to suffer. Even though you hadn’t left the shade of the house, you had still managed to sweat through your clothes, pulling at the sticky fabric to keep it off of your skin. Once you heard the rumbling of the old truck leaving the house, you were turning those damn fans on no matter what anyone said.

But it was worse outside, in the hot sun where you knew Bubba was working, pinning up a new fence to keep the chickens in and coyotes out. He didn’t complain about the heat, or anything really, but you knew it had to be unbearable out there. There was no shade away from the shadow of the barn, and the rough work done under the sun was going to tire him out quickly. He was used to it, you knew, and had certainly gone his entire life without you around to worry and still done just fine, but you slipped on your shoes and headed out into the heat anyways. With a heavy pitcher of freshly made tea cradled in your arms, you picked your way across the hard, dead grass, following the noise until you came around the side of the house. A small group of hens scratching in the dirt next to the barn let you know you had found the right place - they had the whole yard to roam in, but they gravitated to Bubba, trotting after him like ducklings.

Coming around the side, you could see the damaged fencing, a big piece of chicken wire torn down from a splintering post. It wasn’t hard to spot Bubba either, but when you did an unexpected warmth flooded you. You stop in place, standing in the baking sun and getting warmer by the second, although this time you couldn’t place the blame on the weather.

Bubba was on his knees, bent forward to nail the wire onto the bottom of the wooden posts, hens clucking loudly around him. Sweat clung to him, trailing in thick lines down his back and sides, shirt abandoned in a dusty pile a few feet away. Although his arms were tanned, the pale skin of his shoulders and back were tinted pink, his own dark curls sticking out between the mask’s messy laces. Your eyes followed the plump curve of his belly as he turned, sitting up to grab another nail, thinking with a flushed face about how good it would feel to have that weight on top of you, pushing you down and into the dirt -

You clear your throat, stepping forward with a red face and clumsy feet, sloshing liquid over the rim and onto the grass. It was too hot and too early to be getting so excited already, and you knew there were plenty of chores waiting inside to take your mind off of it. Besides, Drayton was still home and you would rather not be caught red handed.

Bubba looks up as you approach, getting up with a delighted squeal to press a sweaty kiss to your hot cheek. You know your face is red, but hopefully he doesn’t think too much of it, because you can’t stop yourself from grabbing a handful of his side once he’s close enough. The flesh is slick and hot under your hand, and you know it’s not doing anything to calm you, but you dig your fingers in anyways. He smiles, putting an arm around you as well to bring you into a half hug, the full pitcher in your arms keeping him from embracing you fully.

Fumbling a little, you offer the plastic pitcher, pleased to see that you didn’t spill too much of it in your clumsiness.

“Thought you could use a break. Drayton just made it and I know how hot it is out here,” He reaches for it, but you pull it away at the last second, looking at him with a grin. “Let’s go sit in the barn for a bit.”

Bubba pauses for a moment, looking back at the still half mended fence, then back at you. He lets out a quiet mumble, questioning.

“It’ll only be a second, just to get out of the sun.”

You step away, heading towards the barn and knowing that he’ll follow. This is also something you shouldn’t be doing, but you tell yourself that a quick sit down in the shade won’t hurt.

The inside of the old building is only marginally cooler than outside, thick dust gathered around the edges of the room where piles of old junk lay, untouched for years. Most of the big equipment in here hasn’t been used for a long time, but there is a sturdy work table and an assortment of tools to one side, which you have seen each of the brothers use from time to time. It was a waste of space, in your opinion, but the Sawyers weren’t the kind of family that ever threw anything away.

“We should have a picnic once it cools down,” you say, settling in the tall stool by the table. “If it ever does.”

Bubba nods in agreement, eagerly taking the pitcher from you and popping open the plastic lid. The tea is half gone in the first two gulps, and he only stops then to offer you some.

“It’s for you,” you insist with a smile. “I’ll make more once I’m back in the house.”

You watch with eager eyes as he downs the rest of the tea, sweat rolling down his neck and chest, head thrown back. The mask he uses for working is thin and worn, sticking to his wet skin, throat bobbing heavily as he drinks. With a glance towards the doors, you wonder just how likely it is that Drayton will come out here looking for you before he leaves.

Another kiss lands on your forehead, soft words of thanks murmured into your hair. You can’t resist reaching out for him again, hooking a finger into one of the belt loops at his waist and tugging lightly. Your hands twitch, wanting to pull at the button instead, but you keep them still, tilting your head up to accept the next thankful kiss on your lips.

“Why don’t you sit down for a second, Bubba?” You suggest, sliding down from the stool. “You’ve been working all morning.”

You have to nearly push him to take the seat, ignoring his confused protests, patting his leg as he finally sits. Leaving your hand on his thigh, you give him a reassuring smile, standing on tiptoe to quickly peck him on the lips. Your smile widens as your hand slides up, squeezing at the meat of his thigh and drawing out a loud squeal, stopping just short of the hardening mound between his legs.

“You gotta be quiet,” you say lowly, massaging your fingers into his leg. “Don’t want no one to hear you.”

Eyes wide, Bubba nods quickly, hands gripping the sides of his seat with white knuckles. Despite your warning, the noises don’t die down much, even though you haven’t even done anything more than feel him up a little bit. The rumble of the truck leaving the house hasn’t sounded yet, but you’re willing to bet a potentially embarrassing interruption that no one will come snooping out here.

“Help me up,” you ask, holding your hands up towards his shoulders. He grabs at you eagerly, pulling you up into his lap and sitting you over one thick leg, leaning down immediately to press sloppy kisses to your mouth. You giggle against his lips, a hand on the back of your head bringing you in closer, the other grabbing handfuls of your skirt to hike it up to your waist. You help to pull your clothes out of the way, lifting your hips to slide the fabric out from under you, but he struggles against your attempts to pull away when you try to leave his mouth. A hungry whine leaves him, face nuzzling into the side of your neck when you finally break away from the kiss, licking the salt from your skin with a wet tongue.

The heat between your bodies only makes you warmer, sweat slicking your skin, but the damp spot between your legs has nothing to do with the heat. You go to pull at the waistband of your panties, eager to get the soaking fabric off, but Bubba stops you. He redirects your hand instead to his own waist, moaning and begging for you to undo the straining buttons. You pull at them lightly, bringing your other hand over to palm him through the rough fabric, but you don’t tease him for long, his desperate noises making you just as eager as he is to bring your flesh together.

You gasp when you feel the hot press of his cock against the side of your thigh and hands, matching his own groan of relief. With hurried hands you move to get rid of your panties, desperate now to have your cunt uncovered, but you’re stopped again, big hands turning you in his lap until your back is against his chest. Sweat soaks through the flimsy material on your back instantly, his wet chest pressed against you and arms around your middle keeping you there. Bubba makes no move to press his cock between your legs or help you finally disrobe, only pulling you back to sit more fully in his lap. You hold yourself steady by bracing your hands on his knees, legs pressed together and the almost uncomfortable bulge of him digging into your ass. Bubba huffs and groans behind you, arms around your waist to hold you down, huffing hot breath against your neck as he moves you in his lap, rocking back and forth.

“Bubba, please!” You whine, trying to get around the mass of his arms to remove the last bit of fabric covering you. He lifts you, tilting your whole body to the side with one arm, the other hand sliding under your ass to hook a finger around the crotch of your panties, and you let out a preemptive groan of satisfaction, anticipating the hot stretch of him entering you.

The groan turns to a half shriek of surprise, his cock sliding through your wet folds instead of into them, nudging forward until the dark pink head pops out from between your thighs, nestled into the groove of your cunt. As he presses up his cockhead strains against the front of your panties and tents them out, away from your hips. You squirm in his lap, feeling him draw back slightly and the flared head bumping against your clit when he thrusts against you. There is a thrum of panic alongside the pleasure that twists in your stomach, a needy feeling that isn’t quite satisfied by the light friction you’re getting now. You have to fight against his hold, wiggling until your hips are angled down enough that the length of his cock is dragged over your hard nub with every thrust, but it’s worth the heavy, full feeling that starts to build in your abdomen.

Bubba kisses at your neck, mouth worrying at your skin with pointed teeth, half screaming into your ear with each hard push against you. The stool creaked ominously under you both as he bucked his hips, but neither of you even think of stopping. You watch with a parted mouth and eager eyes each time he pushes through the meat of your thighs, leaking precum and spreading your own wetness between your legs, until the push and pull is almost effortless, slick and hot.

“Does that feel good, Bubba?” You pant, knowing that it must, judging by the way his cock twitches and drools, a wet mess sliding down your legs and staining your panties further. He gives you a muffled stream of nonsense in response, arms lifting and bouncing you in his lap to meet his frantic rutting from below. It felt strange almost, to have the heavy weight of him slamming into you, skin meeting with loud slaps, but your cunt clenched around nothing.

The hard pressure against your clit was good, but you tense your thighs, tightening around him in an effort to make it better. You cross your ankles, flexing the muscles in your legs, making a smaller space for him to try and fuck up into. Bubba squeals behind you, snorting and gasping, spit and sweat trailing down your neck and back. He kisses and licks at your neck, throwing himself wildly into you, and you feel the first throbbing pulses that signal his release, flesh twitching against your own.

“Go on, Bubba,” you moan, bringing a hand down to rub your thumb over the slit in his pink head through your own panties. “You’ve been a good boy, go on.”

His thrusting stops, the muscles under you trembling as he holds himself up, whole body still and rigid. You jolt when the first hot pulse of cum leaves him, a sticky mess trailing down to pool at the apex of your thighs. His arms around you are suffocating, holding you too tight, but you don’t scold him. Squeals and howling cries echo from behind you and a brief feeling of jealousy hits you. Your own unfulfilled sex throbs against him, displeased with the sudden lack of friction and pressure, but you wait it out, letting him spill as much as he wants over your thighs and cunt.

Bubba slowly goes limp, arms loosening and head dipping down to rest on your shoulder. His breathing is heavy, warm huffs and pants against your skin, and you want to let him rest, but you’re too impatient.

“Bubba,” you cry out, wiggling in his lap and stroking your thighs over his softening dick. “It’s my turn now.”

#slashers #bubba sawyer #slasher x reader #female reader #if there are any mistakes or words that are where they shouldnt be blame google docs #it is very against me trying to write smut and keeps autocorrecting everything #god i just wanna sit on big sweaty bubs thats all i ask #bill gates should be using his millions to bring us the technology that will allow me to do so

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thefinalcinderella · 5 years ago

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Tsurune Book 2 Afterword

Me before Tsurune: I will never translate those cliched isekais and otaku pandering web novels! I will only translate novels with originality!

Me after Tsurune: Mayhaps I should go check out Narou…

…Haha jk. But seriously translating Tsurune was a lot more trouble than I thought. I remember being lured in by those cute light novel images and foolishly thinking that it would be light and easy work…lmao past me was a dumbass. I don’t regret it though, though sometimes I did feel like giving up.

Personally, I thought the author improved a lot in the second novel. There was more focus on characterization and motivation and less on all the kyudo stuff. And of course my salty boy Nikaidou, who I thought was the senpai with target panic Minato mentioned in book 1 for the longest time. Though the ending still relied on that whole “random revelation from nowhere to make a heartwarming ending” from the first book. Second book was a lot more enjoyable for me to translate than the first one.

Even though I think more novels are unlikely, you never know. Personally I would love to see a Masa-san prequel, mostly because I just want to know what his old last name was and what happened to his biological father haha. A Kirisaki Middle School prequel would be cool too (with special appearance from Nikaidou-senpai please). Or Tsujimine prequel with Nikaidou. Just more Nikaidou. And of course, a sequel where a sixth boy joins and adds drama to the club, or even a spinoff with the girls who are so underused!

Anyways, thanks to everyone who liked, replied, and reblogged my translations. I know I don’t really answer people a lot on here but it makes me happy to see people’s comments. And thanks to Kyoto Animation for making the novels possible and creating the anime. With all that has happened in the summer, it really shows the importance of supporting creators and the power of art. If you can, please support them by buying merchandise from their online shop or even just streaming their anime on a legal platform.

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

1. In the first edition of the novel, which I have, it was April 2018, but according to this announcement from the website, it’s March 2018. I did some searching around and discovered this magazine (高校弓��マガジン) is a free magazine distributed to kyudo clubs in Japan by the kyudo division of the National High School Athletic Federation, which means I probably will never find it. Unless one of you guys happen to know someone… (please hmu if you ever manage to get your hands on one)

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A mail-in interview with Ayano Kotoko is set to be published in the eighth issue of High School Kyudo Magazine for March 2018. (1) If you have the chance, please take a look at it.

Now, every year I draw a fortune at my New Year’s shrine visit, and I got “excellent luck” for three years in a row. The fortune I had ever drawn was terrible luck and that had a big impact on me, so I feel like it all evened out with this. And so, I share this happy news with you. Tsurune is being adapted into an anime.

For Book 2, I wrote to link the emotions of the characters with the theme of “Run, yagoe. Today’s a day of beginnings” and the teachings of “one shot and expire” and ikiai. Tsurune is a story about teachers and students as well as bow friends, and also, as I was aware that it would be animated, there are many depictions of movements and actions that are not written about much in a regular novel. I am looking forward to people saying, “Oh, so that’s what they do in kyudo” when seeing footage of scenes that are hard to understand with only written words, so I hope you will wait for the day it debuts with me.

To those who cooperated with the interviews, thank you all very much for allowing me to receive valuable experience. I am much obliged to my editor T-sama. I really loved the rough sketches drawn by the character designer, Morimoto Chinatsu-sama, and so the scene with Kaito being followed about by cats was born. To everyone at Kyoto Animation and Animation Do who were responsible for the insert illustrations, thank you all for the wonderful illustrations. To those who used Kyoto Animation’s email form to send their thoughts on Book 1 and wishes for an anime adaptation, it was especially I who was cheered up. To my beloved teachers and senpai at the dojo, my precious friends, my supportive family, thank you all very much.

Finally, I would like to give the biggest thanks to the readers who read to all the way here.

I pray for the day when the beautiful tsurune of archers will sound.

Ayano Kotoko

Winter 2017

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One last note: If you love sports stories, please check out the DIVE!! novels, which I also translated here!

#tsurune #tsurune translation

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