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Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 1

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Word Count: 4,500+

Synopsis: As personal assistant to the newly titled ‘world's greatest swordsman,’ you were privy to the acquaintances your boss kept. Over the years, a young redheaded man continued to visit Kuraigana sporadically over time with his crew. But this trip felt different, something felt off. What were they hiding? And why did the entire crew all look exhausted?

Notes: Benn Beckman x f!reader, platonic!Mihawk x f!reader, platonic!Shanks x f!reader, slight mention of MiShanks ship, Beginning: Shanks is 19, Mihawk is 23, Beckman is 30, f!reader is 22, Uta is 2 months old for the sake of the plot (canonically she's 2 years old). The f!reader is suggested to be native to Kuraigana with her mannerisms and language.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

A deep sigh fell from the parted lips of the dark-haired Kuraigana native as you handed him his cup of scolding black coffee. He twitched his lip up in gratitude as he removed the ceramic dish from the saucer.

“Thank you, dear,” the cool baritone of his voice expressed his gratitude to you.

“You're most welcome, lord Dracule,” you nodded a small confirmation, placing down the saucer in front of him and beginning to ready the itinerary over your catalogical journal.

“My dear,” he winced out after taking a quick gulp of coffee, “There really is no need for that title coming from you. We were friends before all this, remember?”

“It's a little too early in the morning for jokes, sir,” you retorted with a soft smirk, “If my memory serves correct, we were enemies first.”

He hummed with a soft smile, glaring at you as you returned to focus on the pages you dictated earlier. You clicked your tongue, noticing a peculiarity in the timetable.

“Something the matter? Something come true of your small espionage, spymistress?” Mihawk queried with his brow arched. He attempted to not pay you heed to the disdain written on your face at your earlier title, but did enjoy the twitch in your shoulders and snarl draw up on your lips.

“I work for you now, sir,” you scorn him with your monotonous recoil, eyes rolling, “And, if you must know, I received a transponder message earlier from the red-hair pirates. They requested passage and resupply at our port, but-...” you drew off, approaching Mihawk’s side once more, “...-I don't understand what this says.”

Mihawk looked on with intrigue, cocking his head to decipher his old associate's handwriting.

“Did the first-mate send you a follow up, or was that all?” Mihawk asked, twitching his eyes up to meet your confused expression, “It doesn't quite make sense.”

“Haven't needen sleepens an’ booze like this b’fore,” you read aloud, attempting to decipher the world's audibly, “Perhaps it’s a drunken confession like last time?”

“Perhaps, but Beckman usually sends a follow-up to Shanks’ messages to belay it, or decipher it,” Mihawk nodded, drawing his hand down to reclaim the coffee cup and raise it to his lips, “When they arrive here, do what you do best.”

“Aye, sir,” your practiced response had another soft smile painted itself on Mihawk's lips, “I'll seek out what they're hiding, consider my words marked.”

“That's my pretty spymistress,” he narrowed his eyes, his lips tight and taunting.

“Not your spymistress, sir,” you retorted, turning on your boot heel and calling over your head, “Your secretary.”

Waiting at port, the familiar jolly roger drew over the gloomy horizon line at the port of Kuraigana. The sea breeze whipped through your restrained hair, your formal uniform floating in the wind as the Red Force docked at port.

The merriment you had come to expect was not the one that welcomed you. The crew were more disheveled than usual, their attire worn and unchanged, the straw hat atop the young captain's head splitting and fraying - but Shanks' smile never faltered. In fact, the whole crew seemed to be brimming with joy.

“Oi, eyes on the starboard bow! Mihawk's hot secretary coming out to meet us at the docks!” Shanks' booming call drew a loud cheer from the crew aboard the ship, prompting you to shake your head at his welcome introduction.

“Captain,” you uttered with a curt nod, watching as his boyish charm carried his overemphatic steps towards you. Upon stepping closer and meeting your gaze, he immediately opened his arms and snuck them beneath your own.

“I missed you, pretty lady,” he uttered, raising you off your feet and twirling you in place. Shock swelled at your eyes at his glee, you only having a moment to react to the spin by hastily perching your hands over his shoulders and holding him firmly.

“Enough, Shanks,” you tapped his left shoulder, “Put me down and help me decipher your-...” your sentence was lost to you when you saw the sunken hazelnut eyes of the redhead captain.

You snapped your eyes over to meet with several other members of the crew: all with the same sunken eyes and jolly smiles.

“My what, pretty lady? Hm?” Shanks smiled a wolfy grin, all teeth and charm, “Decipher what?” You took a moment to reassess the situation as Shanks planted your feet back onto the wooden dock.

Glancing at the crew, you ensured you took your time studying them all, noticing a single member missing.

“Your competent first mate,” you mentioned, attempting to pry yourself from the teenage captain, “Where is he?” Shanks' smile deflated into a soft pout, grasping his wrist behind your back and holding your body firmly against his chest in a vice-like grip.

“Your first thoughts after all that is big ol’ burly Beckman?” his pout intensified, “Are you really not going to say hello properly? Not even for old time's sake?”

Rolling your eyes, you grant the redhead a small peck on his cheek. A gleeful laugh exhales through his cherry-red lips as he finally releases you from his embrace.

“Okay, take me up to see the world's greatest swordsman,” he ordered you, turning you and circling your right arm with his left, “I have some news you're not going to believe.”

“If it's got anything to do with ‘Haven't needen sleepens an’ booze like this b’fore’,” you mocked his incoherent message in a deep voice, “I'm all ears.”

Shanks’ laughter echoed all the way towards the Kuraigana highkeep. His complimenting words to your appearance, and abilities to prepare for them a place to stay, had your small smile growing wide, but eyes remaining narrowed and cautious. Each time you would attempt to peel your eyes away from the young man, he would call your attention back to him by offering you more praise and distraction.

As the shadow of the new lord of Kuraigana cast the two of you within his gloomy silhouette, you were get to get a single glance to the crew behind you.

“Red-Hair,” Mihawk uttered, crossing his arms with a subtle glare.

“Gloomy prick,” Shanks laughed affectionately, releasing you from his arm and extending his right hand outwards to clasp around his former rivals’.

As Shanks finally became distracted, you stole a moment to reassess all of the red-hair crew. All crew was accounted for: Hongo seeming to guard the turned figure of Benn Beckman with a glance over the tall man’s shoulder.

“I have to show you my latest find, Hawk-Eyes,” Shanks sighed, placing his left hand on Mihawk's right shoulder, “You're not gonna believe it.”

“I care not for your trinkets, I have enough wealth of my own,” Mihawk retorted. Shanks smiled broadly, but you were too distracted by the dark-haired first-mate's cloak shrouding his shoulder.

They were hiding something far greater than meager treasure, this you were certain of. The subtle bounce of Beckman's hips and sway of his shoulders intrigued you, as did the soft baritone melody he was humming through his nose. What perplexed you the most was not the unusual mannerisms he was displaying, but rather what he was not.

Beckman was not smoking a cigarette.

Your eyes never left Beckman's back, your gaze unblinking and intense. This did not escape the notice of Mihawk, who darted his honey-coloured eyes behind Shanks to see your gaze locked on the first-mate.

“What have you got hidden over there, Benn?” Mihawk’s purred taunt cut through the air like Yoru into the wooden hull of a fleet of ships.

Silence. Uncomfortable silence. A silence so tense you could audibly hear the muffled grind of several sets of teeth behind tight lips.

Until the silence was broken with a soft sound that grew louder and louder. Whimpers, grizzles and finally a lengthy whine that immediately swelled into a loud cry drew you all in immediately.

“Wh-What have you-...” Mihawk's words were lost to him as Beckman turned. His eyes were glassy as his sockets lay bruised and sunken against his face. The look of absolute sleep depravity was written on his face, exhaustion and exasperation in every step.

Within his arms lay a small form, topped with pale pearl and dark ruby hair split right down the middle. Their face was contorted as they squealed out a shrill cry. Within Beckman's large arms lay-.

“-A baby!” you exclaimed in absolute glee. Your breathy sigh only has your smile raise further against your lips as you swoop towards Benn Beckman, “You have a baby!” All air of caution blew away with the wind as you reached the first mate, pressing your hand against his forearm as you glanced at the child in his arms.

The child was dressed in pastel pink with white frills, their body revealed as they struggled to remain contained in a soft swaddle.

“A little girl?” you asked him. Beckman nodded, sighing out a soft, “Yes.” You looked down in awe at the infant, her eyes scrunched tightly shut as she continued to wail.

“May I hold her?” you asked him, eyes filled with excitement. It had been so long since you had the pleasure of entertaining new life and soothing their cries. Beckman was so exhausted, all he could do was nod in response. You down turned your lip in an empathetic smile, your eyes softening as he handed over the small child.

“Oh, come to aunty, sweet pea,” you cooed at her, immediately beginning to walk with her in your arms in a pacing fashion, “Such a pretty girl! Oh, you are gorgeous.” Beckman's eyes never left you, watching you as your stoic face melted as soon as the baby was passed to you.

The child continued to wail, her legs scrunching up to her chest and growling out in discomfort. Your questions flew out of your mouth faster than you could halt them.

“When was the last time she was fed? Has she had a bottle? She is far too young for solids, what have you been feeding her?” The first mate’s head was spinning from the rapidity of your line of questioning, but it was a welcome change to the cries he had been dealing with for the past few hours, “Has she been changed? Is it her nap time? Has she got colic? When was the last time she was bathed? Where is she at in her daily routine? What is her name-?”

“-Her name is Uta,” Shanks’ voice softly called to you, breaking you out of your rapid-fire questions, “She's been having milk from a bladder every two to three hours, last time was about fifteen minutes ago, wasn't it big man?”

“Aye, Captain,” Beckman confirmed with a curt nod, “Changed her soon thereafter.”

“She'll be due for a nap in a minute, probably why she's gotten so grumpy,” Shanks laughed heartily, clapping his hand over Mihawk's shoulder, “Just like you, hey?” Mihawk remained silent, eyeing the child in your arms with caution.

“Uta,” you fawned down at the infant, gently placing her chest over your shoulder left and supporting her neck with your right hand, “Oh, little song. Such a beautiful name!”

The child stirred within your arms as you walked away from the red-hair crew and towards the high-keep. Mihawk glared at you cautiously as you smiled up at him, gently rocking the child and now patting her back. A large, guttural sound emitted from Uta’s lips, her legs softly falling away from their scrunched position in relief to the stomach pressure.

“Oh, Uta. I bet that feels better,” you giggled at the child, walking past Mihawk towards the keep, “Clever girl. Come with aunty, let's get to work while your uncles and daddy rest, hm?”

“Just where do you think you're going, dear?” Mihawk’s disinterested tone called over to you. You halted in your steps, turning to face the large crowd of pirates. You glared down at your boss, pursing your lips as the large pack stared up at you.

“Us ladies are going to tend to my duties for the day, and get to know each other better. Girl time,” you inform them with a stirn voice, “And you all are going to make yourselves comfortable in guest quarters and rest up. Is that understood?”

Nods frantically bobbed in affirmation amongst the Red-Hair pirates, but a firm cross of arms and scowl almost had you halt your plans.

“Under whose authority?” Mihawk spat at you. Shanks widened his eyes in shock Mihawk's sudden animosity. You sighed, huffing out a breath while continuing to pat the child.

“My lord Mihawk, self-made man of myth and legend,” you bowed, supporting Uta's neck as you did so, “World's Greatest Swordsman and ruler of high-keep Kuraigana. Master of the blade, keeper of secrets, loyal confidant and expert-.”

“-Alright, fine,” Mihawk caved, a small blush almost peeking through his pale complexion, “You may stay for a night to restock and rest.”

“A week would be better, sir,” you continued to hold your head low, refusing to look up until he allowed himself to be swayed by your words. It didn't take too long, uttering a curt, “A week, and you will all clean up after yourselves, am I clear?” as he did so.

The red-hairs all uttered an “Aye, sir,” in unison, the relief adamant in their voices.

Rising from your low stoop, you smiled at your boss first before looking at Beckman. His eyes lay half-lidded, his lips down turning only slightly as his expression remained unreadable. The man was past the point of exhaustion, you deduced from your hasty assessment.

“Alright, do we have a changing bag, or shall I send for supplies immediately?” you asked Shanks, who grabbed at the scruff of his neck with a sheepish grin.

“We're fresh out, unfortunately,” Shanks confessed. Beckman sighed, shaking his head at his captain’s quick response and adding one of his own.

“We have two fresh clouts and some strips of fabric,” Beckman relayed to you, “Unfortunately, all her clothes are soiled and they'll be needin’ a good wash.” He made his way up the hill beside you, walking in step as you opened the doors to the keep.

The Red-Hair crew remained behind with Shanks, no longer viewing you as a threat to their wellbeing the longer you braced Uta against you.

“Thank you, Benn,” you smiled at him as he held open the door for you. He returned a small smile at you as you passed him with Uta still remaining in your arms.

He couldn't help but notice the fluttering beat in his heart as he watched you cradle the young baby. Although Uta was not his biologically, nor were you by all means with him romantically: your flirtatious past together, your soft smile, and the way you immediately took to caring for the child had Beckman’s mind running away with him.

You chose to follow Mihawk in his ambitions, rather than join with Shanks in his. A spymistress and master of your trade from your early years, he had many run-ins with you over his checkered past. No kiss was ever shared, nor a passionate night together - but he was always left with a sense of longing after you'd smile at him.

It never did take you long to pry truth from his lips, and he was well aware of this factor. He was a pirate with the heart of an honest sailor; and that honesty meant he could never have a lie uttered in your presence. He adored you, and would see you spirited away from high-keep Kuraigana with him should you ever ask.

There was a part of him that wishes he could sweep you off your feet, romance you and dote on you in a coupling that could rival Roger and Rouge, but he may be just seeing what he wants to see in your smile.

To Beckman, you were the one that got away. The one who would reciprocate his flirtations, only to leave before anything more could occur. He adored you. He could even go as far as to say that, at one point in time, he loved you. And now, as you cradled young Uta against your shoulder and uttered sweet praise into her ear, those feelings came flooding back.

As you moved around your desk, you readjusted the infant in your arms. You cradled her in the crook of your left elbow while you sat: going through a variety of paperwork and ledgers drawn up for Mihawk to sign.

Beckman placed Uta’s lackluster satchel of supplies on the desk beside the papers as he noticed a small twitch in your expression. You looked hyper focussed on your work as you rocked the child gently to sleep, scowling at a line of ink drawn on a ledger.

“You can leave, Benn,” your nose twitched as you narrowed your eyes on the paper, “No harm will come to her,” you looked up at him above your paper, “Honestly, it's a little heartbreaking you didn't disclose this in your letters. After all this time knowing one another, I would assume you would inform me you had a daughter.”

Beckman sharply sucked in a breath, eyes widening with shock.

“Uta’s-...” Beckman began, halting as he thought about his words. Should he confess the child was found in a chest, abandoned and discarded? Should he inform you that Shanks had claimed her as his own? Should he see how your mind fell immediately to that conclusion, and should he see where this conclusion would lead you both?

You looked down at the sleeping child, taking Beckman's silence as confirmation that the girl was indeed his.

“She is beautiful,” you sighed down at her before snapping your eyes back up towards him, “Go and join the others. Enjoy an uninterrupted cigarette, Daddy,” you added for Uta’s benefit, “And when you return after a good rest,” you smiled a melancholy grin, “Tell me more about her, okay?”

Beckman's heart swelled for you, his spirit soaring as he watched you continue in your duties for Mihawk with Uta. His feet remained cemented in place as he willed this moment to be branded into his memory. He never wanted you more than this very moment, but remained silent in his yearning.

“Something else, Benn?” you asked him, staring down at the baby in your arms. The girl blindly began mouthing at her clenched fists in her sleep, seeking them out to gnaw on for comfort.

“Uta’s Shanks' daughter,” he blurted out in a low and cautious cadence, “Found in a shipwreck amongst booze and plunder. She’s not ours biologically, she’s a daughter of the sea.”

You snapped your eyes up to him, lips parting briefly before your gaze softened at him. “Thank you for your honesty, Benn. I appreciate your candor, as always,” you immediately halted your train of thought, thinking of your earlier interaction with him, “I would also like to apologize for calling you ‘Daddy’ earlier. I meant no disrespect, and I only did it for her sake.”

“No need for an apology,” he smirked with a soft nod, “And I never could never lie to you. You always get the truth outta’ me, one way or another.”

Humming in response, you easily slotted your index finger within Uta's and watched as she tested her strength in her vice-like grip. You hung in comfortable silence for a moment longer, both eyes meeting with the tiny life cradled in your arms.

“You should have named her Umi,” you informed him, “Beautiful child of the sea, rather than ‘song’.”

“She’s named ‘Uta’ because even her cries are like melodies to the crew,” Beckman continued, “And Shanks sang to her when he first met her.”

“Oh, how beautiful,” you commented with a soft smile. Beckman swooned at your expression, his body unconsciously leaning towards you. You narrowed your eyes while smirking up at him.

“Go and join your crew, Benn-,” you began, the first-mate's baritone voice oozing over you like warm honey to halt your thoughts in their place.

“-Beckman, Darlin’,” he whispered, “You don't call Mihawk ‘Dracule’, nor do you call Shanks ‘red hair’,” he leant over your desk and affectionately pinched your chin, “Call me by my name, or give me a term of endearment,” he shot you a sly wink with a winning grin, “Even if it's ‘Daddy’.”

Face swelling with a fresh rush of blood, you attempted to control your fluster. You swooned as his thumb caressed your chin, heart calling to your teenage crush you thought you long-since snuffed out.

“Go, Becks,” you smiled up at him, his expression mirroring your own as he continued looking at you, “Go rest, replenish and relax. Uta is with her aunty, and her aunty is more than capable to care for her for a few hours.”

“Aye, that she is,” Beckman gave your chin a gentle tap, his closed-lip smile and half-lidded eyes still holding to you as he retracted his hand, “And, what a pretty aunty she has.” He turned on his heel, walking back over to the door and hovering in the threshold for a moment.

“Go away, Becks,” you laughed at him, shooting him with the paper in your hand, “And tell your crew to bathe while they're here, they all stink,” you called as he left the doorway. His chuckle reverberated in the hall, a song you did not know your soul yearned for.

Looking down at Uta, now properly settled in your arms, you sighed in contentment. “Back to work for us, princess,” you smiled as you returned to your duties, “But first, let's see about getting you some more supplies. Maybe a medical examination, birthdate assessment and a good look to ensure you're alright.”

Setting quickly to work: you organized several deliveries for the Red-Force to resupply the vessel, called out a medical professional for Uta, gathered supplies to meet the needs for a child - including developmental appropriate dried milk powders for lengthy trips.

After two hours of work, Uta woke from her rest and became restless as she searched for food with her mouth parting and hovering over her balled fists. You hastily withdrew supplies from her satchel, readying and feeding her from a fresh bottle, changed her clout and burped her, before seeing if she needed more milk.

A small smile fell from her lips as her eyelids fluttered, her body drunk on the swell of warmth in her belly and content in her cleanliness. Soon thereafter, she was back to sleep in no time.

In the following few hours, several deliveries were made to your office. New clothes, clouts, a bathing basin, a collapsible crib and sheets to match, bottles, a woven wrap for baby carrying, a bassinet with two anchored wheels, and a soft velvetine hawk with weighted wings were amongst the gifts you had purchased with your own Berry for your new niece.

Uta stirred in your arms, enjoying following a similar routine from earlier, but instead of falling back to sleep, she remained wide awake and staring up at you.

“Oh, pretty girl,” you cooed down at her, watching as she stared with a vacant, unreadable expression back towards you, “Eyes with wisdom far beyond her years.” You set down your papers, pressing a steel paperweight down atop the pages.

“You know all the secrets, don't you,” your words held no truth to them, only speaking in melodic jest, “They will all be at your mercy one day, won't they?” You stood, walking with her while holding her at eye height. Supporting her neck and propping her upright, you continued to hold a one-sided conversation with the small child.

“You've got all your uncles wrapped around your finger,” your sing-song voice carried down the hallway, “You’re gonna get to your uncle Hawk too, one day. He's going to be the one that loves you the most.”

Ears pricking up in the hall beyond the door, three men halted their eager footsteps as they eavesdropped on your conversation with Uta. Mihawk attempted to feign disinterest, but was highly intrigued by what you were relaying to the child. Shanks felt his heart swell at the bonding moment between his two favorite ladies. And Beckman?

Beckman didn't know what to think. Especially with sweet praises falling from your lips onto his newfound niece. All he knew was the soft call of his heart, his soul yearning for a woman he knew he could never have.

After what felt like a small blink for you, but several eternities for Mihawk; a week had soon passed you all. The Red-Force was freshly stocked and resupplied, and you enlisted Yassop to pile the gifts for Uta onto the ship.

As Shanks stepped on board the planked barrier, he extended his arms out to claim the small infant from you. You wanted to hesitate, to offer Uta a solid place to call home: but with Mihawk commissioned to claim bounties and enact horrid acts of war, you felt Uta would be far safer with Shanks.

“Please keep me updated on my beautiful niece, Shanks,” you warned him with a soft scold, handing him his daughter, “And any other children you find within your care. I would hate to see them going unspoiled by their favorite aunty.”

“Hah!” Shanks laughed at the notion, “If I find another baby in a treasure chest, you'll be the first one to know. Of that, I'm certain.”

You waved Shanks off, a bittersweet look on your face as you mourned the loss of warmth in your arms. Beckman was the last to board, turning on his heel and extending his left hand out to claim your right.

Without further word, he stopped down and pressed a gentle kiss atop your knuckles. He held his lips against your hand for a fair while longer than he intended, truly depicting his gratitude in getting a reprieve from both uncle and captain-watching duties.

“If Shanks doesn't keep you updated, I will Darlin’,” he uttered against your skin, removing his lips and looking up at you through his dark eyelashes, “Every milestone, if you truly want.”

“Please,” you smiled at the tall man as he elevated himself back up to standing height, “I would not want to miss a thing, especially if it’s coming from you.”

“Alright, pretty lady,” Shanks called down at you, sporting Uta in the woven wrap against his chest, “Give me back my first-mate. We gotta make waves.”

“Aye, sir,” you uttered, glancing down at where Beckman's hands still held yours. He followed your gaze, cheeks dusting with a subtle pink as he realized he was the one still grasping your hand. You giggled as he carefully retracted his hand from your own, his fingers gently brushing yours.

As the Red-Force glided over the swell of waves, you couldn't help but feel a piece of your heart left with them. The question was who held that piece: was it the young child you had carved for, or was it the dark-haired first mate.

#one piece #x reader #benn beckman #op beckman #op benn beckman #beckman x reader #f!reader #benn beckman x reader #one piece x reader

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jooillusion · 2 months ago

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y’all im sorry i cant sleep rn bc the thought of this jooyeon x preppy reader 🫣

cw: smoking, mentions of making out, mentions of car sex, and me writing this w my eyelids half open 😻

college!au where jooyeon hangs around the goths and you hang around the rich preppies.

naturally, you’d be attracted to the guys with clean cuts, polos, and the ones that are good at golf. the ones who have the perfect smile and the ones that are always ready to marry.

you wished everything had happened naturally, where you’d be attracted to the guys with clean cuts, polos, and the ones that are good at golf. the ones who have the perfect smile and the ones that are always ready to marry.

but before you stands jooyeon, leaning against the wall of the secluded area that he just found out about now that you told him about it, the cigarette between his fingers intoxicating the air around the both of you. though you’re outside, the air feels stuffy and thick, especially since you just confessed your feelings for him.

he lets it linger, smiling as the three worded phrase replays through his head. you’re unable to look at him, only looking at your fresh shoes that you had bought earlier in the week just for this moment.

“you like me, ay?” he repeats, almost as if he’s mocking you. you’re hesitant to nod you head, a ton of bricks hitting you when you hear jooyeon snicker. “why did you bring me all the way over here just to say that?”

“i just…well…” your mind scrambles for an excuse other than not wanting to be seen by your group of friends that didn’t even know about your little crush. jooyeon taps his foot impatiently, raising an eyebrow along with the cigarette to his black stained lips, puffing in the smoke and blowing it towards your direction. you fan away the smoke, coughing once it hits your nostrils.

you hear jooyeon snort out half of another laugh. “i have rehearsals in a little bit. we could talk about this in my car later yeah?”

naively, you agree to meet him in his car. he hands you a note telling you which car and the lot he’s parked in, along with the message of don’t keep me waiting.

you watch him step on the cigarette and walk off.

you look around before opening the door to jooyeons car, settling in the passenger seat. you try to hide your grimace, the leather of his car seats a little bit torn off and ruined.

“excuse the mess, didn’t expect some preppy to be in my car at this time.” he leans back in his seat, looking over at you. you don’t even notice his sarcasm, way too scared to get comfortable. “so why do you like me again? i thought you had a boyfriend?”

“no i don’t. i just have some close guy friends. you’re just different.”

“different? how so?”

“i’ve just never seen anybody like you before. you sing really well, you play bass really well, your hair is awesome…” jooyeon lets you go on about everything you like about him, nodding his head, his smile growing wider with each praise.

at first he thought you were joking, only trying to hook up with him. he was prepared for the story he had for his friends about how he fucked one of the preppies. but the more you go on, the more jooyeon realizes how cute you were behind that polo and white skirt of yours. he didn’t wanna let you go just yet.

he notices you only looking down at his glovebox, shifting so that he’s sitting up. your mouth zips shut as if it’s on cue, turning your head to look out the window. jooyeon was having none of it, placing his hand on your shoulder to turn you towards him.

“cmon, you say you like me but you’re acting as if you’re scared of me.”

“im not i just…” you trail off, jooyeons hand moving to hold your chin. he strokes it, holding eye contact with you for what felt like an eternity. “i just recall liking you and-“

“do you wanna kiss me?”

you’re nearly choking on your spit at the question. you’re unable to answer, nodding your head and looking from his eyes to his black stained lips. he shakes his head.

“i didn’t hear you.” he spits sternly

you gulp, the faint yes that leaves your lips almost couldn’t be heard. jooyeon lets it slide, a satisfied smile etching onto his lips. he slowly pulls your face towards his, tilting his head.

“don’t worry angel, i don’t bite.” he whispers against your readied lips. “yet.”

YEAHHHH and after your first car encounter with jooyeon, you started meeting him in his car almost everyday after your classes had ended. you two didn’t tie the knot immediately after, but after one too many conversations that led to makeout sessions, you two were officially dating.

gotta mention as well he waited until you were fully ready to show him your body :,(. he confidently calls you beautiful before letting you bounce on his dick in the backseats of his car in the empty school parking lot. his painted fingernails left prints all over your ass, the black lipstick that adorned his lips also leaving marks wherever they touched, even getting on your shirt. afterwards, he’d cover you with his striped sweater and cuddles close to your tired body for however long you wanted, kissing you every now and then on the crown of your head.

your friends aren’t even mad that you’re dating jooyeon and neither were his friends. even though you two are completely opposite, you two fit together perfectly.

#lazily written bc i literally did this in 20 mins #i’ll probably tag this tomorrow #(if i remember)#okay it’s off my mind now goodnight

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luxthestrange · 2 years ago

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TWST Incorrect quotes#364 CrossDress

...When Yuuka & F!Yuu...were trying to figure out how to blend in an all-boys school that is NRC, after Crowley brought the two to ramshackle

Yuu: Okay, okay, how 'bout this? Ahem-*in her manly voice* excuse me, where do I sign in? Hah, I see you have a sword. I have one too. They're very manly and tough* bites their lip as she mishandles pulling the sword out of the scabbard and it falls to the ground*

Yuuka rolls on his back in laughter, You throw her shoe and hit Her in the head with it quieting her

Yuu: I'm working on it! Who are we fooling? It's going to take a miracle for us not to be discovered...

Grim appears as a giant shadow being cast on a wall with flames on either side. Grim's real appearance remains out of sight,

Grim*in a Southern Baptist Preacher's voice*Did I hear someone ask for a miracle!? Let me hear you say aye!

Yuu*Running and hiding behind a couch pulling Yuuka to hide too*Ahhhhhh!?

Grim: That's close e-nyah-ough!

Yuuka*from behind a couch*Ghost?...

Grim: Get ready Humans your serpentine salvation is at hand. For I have been sent by the great seven! to guide you through your masquerade, Heed my word, 'cause if the school finds out that you are a girls, the penalty is banishment! *big flames shoot up from the rocks*

Yuu: W-who are you?

Grim: Who am I? Who am I? I am the guardian of lost souls!

You and Yuuka smile big in anticipation of seeing the guardian

Grim: I am the powerful, the pleasurable, the indestructible-*coming out from the rocks to show his real size* Great Grim! Oh hah, hah, pretty hot, huh?

Yuuka grabs a spray bottle filled with water and starts to spray Grim with it to punish him going "Bad Kitty!", You push her out of the way

Yuuka: Ah, the...the seven sent a little talking kitty to help us?

Grim: Hey, not a cat!, IM A POWERFUL MONSTER!, not a cat I don't do that nYaH thing *flips out his tongue to show You and Yuuka what he means*

...How come I didn't do this sooner-Should there be a part 2?

#disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #twst yuuka #yuuka hirasaka #twst grim #dire crowley #female yuu #deadbeat dad crowley #ramshackle family #twst in the nutshell #twst fluff #twst incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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chocoblep · 1 month ago

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#30: That Stag, Doe

Prompt: Two Heads are Better Than One

Shev hadn’t been on a job like this one in a while. For starters, they’d been asked to trap an animal. In the Shroud. It seemed like it would have gone against whatever the Seedseers and the Wood Wailers alike wanted, but they had been called in by the latter for this job–or, rather, Kismet had been called in, and Shev had been dragged along as a measure of protection while Kismet hunted. The Lavender-haired viera after he had made an offhanded comment about his time as a Wood Warder when he’d been drinking with one of the captains, and somehow it had translated to him being asked to assist in trapping a massive stag that had some sort of necrotizing disease while the Wailers pursued a band of poachers in the woods to the north. Well, Shev had no complaints spending time with Kismet, even if they were silent most of the time due to the nature of the task.

They’d set a few traps already with the sort of bait that the deer native to this area would be drawn to. They’d also split up for a while to cover more ground, but now they circled the territory, checking the traps periodically to see if they’d been visited and searching for signs of this particular beast.

Shev was about to spook off the single deer that had taken the bait at one of their traps when Kismet’s hand came to rest on his arm. He looked at him, and the silent conversation that ensued didn’t need words. Kismet slowly moved his hand off to their right, and Shev leaned back slowly, peeking around the tree trunk. It was there that he saw, standing in one of the many shafts of sunlight permeating through the canopy, a hulking stag. He squinted, trying to see any of its distinguishing features, and when he realized the dark spots on its hide were patches of dead, wasted skin and open wounds, he slowly drew in a breath. Then Kismet caught his attention and motioned to the deer that had approached their trap. It was a young doe, and as she twisted her neck to look behind her at the approaching stag, he saw the other side of her head.

There were dark spots there, too, one of the wounds on her neck weeping slightly.

Whatever was happening to the stag was spreading throughout the population.

Shev flared his nostrils in concern, and Kismet looked at him, his eyes imploring his silence and stillness. He complied, waiting as he watched the doe resume her feeding. The stag moved closer still, but soon enough the doe stepped into the trap, and Kismet twisted a ring on his finger. The doe’s head came up again, her ears perked, and she looked around. She was on alert, which was expected if the trap had sprung, even if Shev and Kismet couldn’t see it. After a moment, she turned to bound off into the bushes, only to run head-first into an invisible wall. The sound and her surprised grunt caused the stag to stop and tense, and as Kismet readied a length of rope, the stag bolted.

“Shite,” Shev swore, and Kismet shook his head.

“She’s got it, too. If we can take her back, we’ll at least have something. Let me get her bound up and we can take her back so they can figure out what this is. We might not have to capture him.”

“If he’s th’ worst off, don’t ya think ‘e’s th’ one they’ll want? What if th’ illness’s got some sort ‘a phases to it?”

“Then they’ll send us back out,” Kismet said.

“I think we’re gonna need ‘im,” Shev said, and then stood up. “I’m gonna find out where ‘e went. At least tha’ way we’ll ‘ave an idea where t’go if they send us back. You good alone with ‘er?”

Kismet hesitated for a moment, and then nodded, standing as well. The doe started running along the perimeter of her trap, testing the walls. “I’ll wait until she calms down a bit and then get her bound. Be careful? We don’t know what this disease does to them. Reports said he attacked a couple.”

“Aye, I’ll be careful.” Shev bent to kiss Kismet’s temple, and then set off through the woods to track the buck. He followed its trail for a while, and spotted him again when he came close to a clearing. Sinking behind a tree trunk, he let his gold eyes roam the space, looking around for anything he could use to trap him. He did his best to remain perfectly still, though he knew he might be upwind of the creature if the wind shifted slightly. Luckily, only a few scant fulms away from the deer was one of their traps. By some miracle, it was untouched, but he wondered how he could lure the big buck into it. Perhaps he could sneak around and spook it in the direction of the trap? That was unpredictable at best; there was no telling which direction the stag would run.

As he was contemplating, something rust-colored caught his eye across the clearing, streaking toward the stag. It was a fox–a massive one, if its size at a distance was any indication, and it passed the deer, heading straight for the trap. The stag, startled, started running in the same direction as the fix, and he watched as the fox bounded right into the trap. The stag bounded in just after, and Shev frantically twisted his own ring. He saw the stag crash into an invisible wall and scream. The fox, on the other hand, passed right through the barrier, stopping and turning to look directly at Shev’s hiding place.

He felt a tug in his chest, as if the animal was pulling on a string that was attached to him. He wanted to stand up and go to it and run away from it and–gods, it was large, and it had changed direction, and was now trotting right toward him. As it got closer, he squinted his eyes and noted that it didn’t seem to be entirely there; parts of it were translucent, almost as if it were made of stained glass, the world behind it blurred. Was it some sort of illusion? He looked around for a mage, or some other presence, and when he found no one else he looked back toward the fox. It was standing on the other side of the bush from him, and as he rose to his full height, it simply stood there and watched him.

I have aided you. Now, you must aid me.

He couldn’t make out whether he’d had the thought or whether it had been foisted upon his mind. He didn’t have time to contemplate that, though, because the creature gathered itself and flexed its haunches. He barely hit the dirt in time, and as it leapt over him, it disappeared into thin air, leaving behind a little shimmer of gold that blew away on the autumn breeze. A little rattled, Shev looked around for the thing, and once he was sure it was gone, looked to the stag in the trap. It was still thrashing, but secured. It would likely take both of them to get this one subdued.

As he backtracked to find Kismet, the words that had echoed in his mind felt like an itch he could not scratch; there, bothersome, but so deeply embedded in him that there was no hope of relief.

I have aided you. Now, you must aid me.

What did it mean? What was that creature? Was his mind playing tricks on him?

He found Kismet finishing up with the doe and securing her to the cart they’d brought with them. He’d sedated her somehow, and he was grateful for that.

“I found him, he’s in a trap about a malm that way,” Shev said as he walked up.

“Oh, great! Let’s go grab him and finish this job, then,” Kismet said, and then grinned, hopping up to direct the chocobo that was hooked to the cart. Once he’d turned it in the correct direction, he nodded to Shev. “Lead the way.”

Shev turned to do just that, stopping when Kismet gasped and called for him to wait. The other viera hopped down from the cart, stepping up to him, and then round behind him, and grabbing his shirt to yank it upward.

“Shev… the fox tattoo on your back is glowing,” he said, and then dropped Shev’s shirt.

“Wha’ th’ hell?” Shev replied, turning around in a circle as if he could see it if he was fast enough. “Kismet, a giant fox scared th’ deer into th’ trap. Then it came up to me an’ I heard a voice, an’ it disappeared.”

“What did it say?” Kismet asked, moving to get back up into the driver’s seat. Shev started off in the direction of their other catch.

“Uhh, tha’ it had aided me, and now I had t’ aid it.”

Kismet was silent for a little bit, and when Shev turned his head to look at him, the violet-haired viera had a strange look on his face.

“I can’t believe my boyfriend is haunted,” he said, almost too casually, and Shev laughed.

“I don’t think it was a ghost, Starlight.”

“Well, whatever it was, I’m sure you’ll see it again soon enough.”

#Writing #FFXIVWrite2024 #FFXIVWrite #Prompt 30 #Two Heads are Better Than One #Shev Mhalikh #Kismet Kaze #This one is late #But I don't care #I did them all

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queermentaldisaster · 10 months ago

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‘Another Love’, chapter one, part two of ‘The Devil Made Me Do It; But I Also Kinda Wanted To’.

Ao3 linked above. Chapter underneath the cut.

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Two months. That’s how long it took for Soap to get back on his feet. And not once, in that whole time, did Ghost leave Soap’s side. They’d gotten even closer, considering they were spending every hour together. Ghost had begun to open up to Soap more and more, able to be more vulnerable around him. Then, when Soap was able to leave his bed, he immediately went to Ghost and hugged him tightly. “Thank ye, Ghost.”

Ghost smiled. “Anytime, Johnny.” He patted Soap's back, and the two of them walked out, Ghost's boots making a clomping sound on the tile of the hallway. Soap started rambling about something to do with chickens, and Ghost listened attentively. He watched as Soap's hands moved in time with his words, using gestures to emphasize his point. Ghost chuckled, his wings folded behind his back.

Soap froze, blinking. “Si, ah’ll be right back.” He looked at Ghost with a sheepish smile. “Meet ye in the lounge?” Ghost huffed. “Aye. See ya there.” And he kept walking, as Soap ran off. Ghost entered the lounge and let out a low groan, not noticing both Gaz and Roach on the couch. Gaz chuckled. “The demon has emerged from his lair.” Ghost growled, not amused. “Shut up.”

Gaz huffed, turning around, careful not to tear his partner's wings. “What crawled up your ass this morning?” Ghost narrowed his eyes. “Nothing.” “Bullshit,” Gaz responded. “you’re cranky. And I mean crankier than usual.” Ghost made a tsk sound, turning around and collapsing into one of the armchairs. “last I checked, my emotions were none of your business.” He snarled, his wings spreading slightly. Roach responded by spreading his wings in turn.

Gaz sighed as Ghost spread his wings a little more. Soap walked in, and Ghost immediately calmed, folding his wings once more. Soap climbed into Ghost's lap, and Ghost wrapped his wings around the man. “Ah missed this.” Soap murmured, and Ghost's heart melted a little. “I missed this too, Johnny.”

“It was nice for Alejandro to let us stay a little longer with Graves off the radar.” Gaz murmured, causing Ghost to growl. “I hope we get the news that he died.” He snapped. Roach's wings fluttered. “Unfortunately, vampires are like cockroaches. Hard to kill.” he signed. Gaz nodded. “Yeah. Cockroaches. Their weaknesses are few and far between, and no offense, but it's not like a demon’s gonna carry holy water.”

“None taken.” Ghost murmured. “But I do have one of their other weaknesses at my disposal.” He smirked, lighting a finger aflame. Soap's eyes lit up. “...Ah’ll be honest, ah thought ah was hallucinatin’ when ah saw ye light Graves on fire.” Ghost chuckled, readjusting his wings to completely hide him and Soap from the front view. He lifted up his mask just a little, showing his lips and the beginning of the Glasgow smile that was etched into his face. He pressed a kiss to Soap's cheek, smiling.

Soap blinked, looking at Ghost in confusion, before he looked away, a very subtle smile on his lips. Ghost would do anything to see that smile for the rest of his life. Ghost lowered both his mask and his wings, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest. Just then, a new Vaqueros recruit walked in. Ghost had to stop himself from instinctually snarling, already not liking this guy. He didn't know why, but he set off mental alarm bells. Maybe it was the eyes…

Ghost's wings tightened around Soap, his eyes narrowing. Danger. Danger. Johnny is not safe. His instincts were running wild, and he couldn't seem to calm down. He let out a breath, ready to lunge. Soap grabbed his hands, standing up and dragging Ghost into a separate room. “Keep the heid, Si. Ah ken, ah ken. It’s awricht.” Ghost was breathing heavily, but Soap moved his hands up to his masked cheeks. “Dinnae fash yersel, it’s awricht.” Soap’s voice was soothing, his Scottish accent like a rock in the river of Ghost’s rage. Ghost let out a breath, leaning into Soap’s touch. “We’re okay?” Ghost asked. “Aye,” Soap responded.

Ghost nodded, closing his eyes. Soap put one hand on his chest. “Ye solid?” he asked. “Aye.” Ghost answered, opening his eyes and looking at Soap with a smile. He brought a hand up and put it on Soap's cheek. “I’m solid, Johnny.” Soap grinned that stupid cheeky grin. “Och, that's ma Simon.” Ghost huffed, lightly shoving Soap away. “Quit being a prick.” Soap cackled as Ghost said that. “Ey, yer aff yer heid, I'm not being a prick.”

Ghost rolled his eyes, but pulled Soap into his wings. He leaned his forehead against Soap's, his eyes sparkling with a million unsaid words. “But you are, Johnny.” Soap laughed, cupping Ghost's cheeks. “Aye, but ye love me.” Ghost's heart seemed to skip a beat at that, but he just lifted up his mask once more, this time up to his nose. He leaned in further. “You’re right, Johnny. I do.” Soap's eyes widened and his ears turned slightly red, before Ghost's lips met his. Ghost's hands moved down to Soap's hips and he grabbed on, pulling him closer. Soap's eyes fluttered shut as his hand came up to the back of Ghost's head, pressing the demon closer to him.

Ghost let out a contented purr, his grip on Soap's hips tightening. ‘He tastes like citrus and vanilla.’ Soap let out a soft gasp as he pulled back from the kiss, with that same grin on his face. “I love ye tae, Simon.”

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jrueships · 1 year ago

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taking lil notes on the sauce getting a tat stream.... will be reblogging with more bcs this video is fucking long as shit plus with me always pausing to write whatever nonsense i find funny? yea, idk if ill be able to get thru this all lmao 😭 but yea this will just be lil blurbs rewritten n commented on as i watch on one device and take notes on another like a lil movie major or smthin LMAO. To shorten typing time, Sauce will be SG and tat man will just be K as his real name is Kyle. ok? ok

SG, impatient & cocky, trying to show out 4 the stream like a little loser: ay cmon bruh im ready 😤!!🤘🏿 *goes to lay down on the jets styled?? tatting bed??? idk what that is i don't get tats.. i just know they probably fucked on it cus sauce winced when he had to sit down LMAO. went from ay bruh im ready to EUAGH 😫!! Eh 😣😖!! in a millisecond LMFAO*

K: *checks himself out on camera for a split second*

K: *very polite to the stream's viewing. Apparently has never streamed or got an audience up close n personal during his tat sessions. Only shows the before and after photos so this is a new but very fun experience for him. aww, so cute <3 sauce getting him to try new things!!!! He's nervous about getting the best angles for us and he's always trying his best to please!! ( he's so service top it's Mad. it's MADDENIN!!! ) Sauce dramatic diva demanding hot n s*x fierce reporter mean fake bitch and his quiet polite and personable yet professionally firm, keeping sauce in line when he needs to fulltime cameraman part time bodyguard when the situation gets unexpectedly (or expectedly. Not everyone has Tat man's insanely loyal patience with sauce...) hostile WHEN??? Slowburn We're just workers/he's just my minion to ........... don't ask why we came out of the same bathroom at the same time STFU ?? HELLO??? TAT MAN!!!*

Chat: cook up kyle

Kyle: !! :] !! yea 😺!! im boutta cook 🥰 (HE KEEPS GETTING SO SWEETLY HYPED UP FROM SAUCES LIL AUDIENCE. IT'S SO CUTE LOL)

1:05 (around there idk none of these time stamps will be any accurate bcs i pause late after realizing smthin was funny then guestimate where it started so sorry :( ): sauce walking his big b00bies up in our face jumpscare :/ . To help Kyle zoom the camera per his chats demands. He lowkey high key very anxious and micromanaging abt kyle using his camera equipment lol. He just loves telling people what to do but also that shit is probably very expensive. But cmon sauce. Kyle the cameraman's got it!!! HE EVEN HAS THE PERFECT CAMERAMAN NAME LIKE?? Let him take care of you bbygirl ..😼

Sauce once again (a bit more gingerly this time) sits himself on his jets style seat thing and let's out a little cry of pain when his ass hits it??? sauce these bttm allegations are BEATING ur ASS lmao????

Kyle does what sauce was about to do for him and sauce kinda :/// >:( 😰😰😠. Sauce try to go five seconds without micromanaging challenge impossible. Complains about chat being able to see his facial expressions being too close up now and how he won't be able to fuck with Kyle no more cus of it cus they'll make shit is weird. Kyle simply responds ' That's love 🙂. '

Sauce goads the chat asking if he should end stream. Kyle at first thinks maybe he isn't cameramanning right and gets a little nervous/sad at disappointing sauce but quickly catches onto the strategy and joins in on the bait. The chat take it with a chorus of Nos. Girlboss sauce malewife Tat man media powercouple ftw?

2:58, K: wait turn ur head a lil bit? *Sauce looks at him* no, other way *sauce looks away, exposing neck to him and pre-ink*

K admires his work. Shows it off to the chat, tells them he's getting them right. Zooms in on sauce's neck

SOMEBODY SAID 'L NIPPLE' IN THE CHAT WHAT???? Chat language is so.... beautiful 😭

'Stop being a lil girl take the pain like a man'????? Yall sure this is twitch and not p*rnhub ??? tf?

Kyle zooms in. Chat: "glad to get the nipple off the page" HELP. my thoughts exactly

Kyle tries hiding sauces face with his zooms bcs he knows sauce was self conscious about his expressions lmao. Chat, instantly, and these are different people too. Everyone is a sadist here apparently. My kinda people 😼: 'WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE FR' 'HIS FACE BRO WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE' 'WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE IF HE CRIES'

3:38 Sauce, reading the chat bcs if he doesn't have attention that he can feel for five seconds he explodes and dies: is my face in there ? <- literally just whined about not wanting his face seen bcs he'd get weird comments and ruin his very heterosexual very platonic relationship with tat man. But is now turning his whole tune around for some shred of people pleasing attention omg 🙄 poo fimbly 😑

K: nah they be clownin 😿.. *just wants to protect him*

Sauce agrees a bit then quickly changes subject to compliment himself.

Sauce notices camera needs shifting so he tries but Kyle's on it before he can. Sauce keeps trying anyways until eventually the needles settle him slougish

5:10 chat tells them to zoom out but sauce defends his cameraman: AINT NO ZOOM OUT 😾😾!! HE TRYNA GIVE YOU THE UPCLOSE LOOKS !!

Kyle zooms out anyways

Sauce whines about his nipple lol

Sg: yall weird af 😑 Yall tryna see my nipple or smthin 🤨? *incredulous look to camera*

K: FREE THE NIP!!!!! <- reading off chat, sadly

THE CHAT BULLIED HIM INTO HIDING HIS BOOBS LMAO. He got a blanket 😭 so now he's gonna be with another man... while under a blanket ? um. sauce I think this is pretty lose lose if u ask me .

Kyle wearing those black tattoo gloves gently touching sauces neck.... soft dom and not even trying to hide it 🤨?

Chat: stop moaning 😐

Sauce: my bad bruh 😔

Someone: get the tissues ready (????)

Sg: in da trenches 😼. in da trenches 😼

Someone in chat: sauce do u like when men fuck u? ( 🤔.. it's a fair ask 😳.)

Chat: the right side of my neck hurted the most (average sauce fan iq, im afraid )

Chat: SAUCE BABY START TWERKING

( now im just finding funny chat stuff cus all sauce doing rn is trying to not cry by randomly singing along to the music and kyle is working)

Chat trying to plot lies on kyle by spamming kyle messed up smthin so sauce can get worried lmao

9:40: around there, maybe a bit later, sauce starts groaning and cursing more

Chat: Sauce is it hard

Sauce asks how many people watching bcs u know he looooves an audience. Kyle doesn't know how to check so he has to stop and ask the chat

Kyle: Seven- ..... 776? 800? a thousand? man idk :(. yall play too much >:( yall play too damn much 🙄! ... i fuck with yall tho >:)

Chat trying to gaslight sauce into thinking Kyle's actually tatting a dick on his neck

I've been skipping or doing other stuff during some of the tatting. Sauce got up to try and figure out some twitch function? Mic suppression? idk. He lowkey stalling lol.

Kyle starts asking what the chat been saying around 31:40, curious.

Sauce and Kyle mumble to songs internmentedly lol

33:25 around there kyle raps to a song he rlly likes. Sauce adlibs it's cute

PAUSING THIS AT 35:10. We basically got an hour left in this jawn. YALL WE WATCHED ALOT IM PROUD!!!! OK im leaving this here for now, reblogging l a ter maybe even finishing it idk? I just need this shit sent cus im a lil nervous if it'll even load... this was a lotta work 😭 all for tatman and sauce interactions damn... ion even know this man's last name .. i need to go do strong people things now BYE see yall soon hopefully

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oswinunknown · 2 years ago

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retirement

notes: idk how these work but aye heres a fic of old man mark and the elderly captain post iswm

mainly fluff

sat at the entrance seat, the captain laces up their shoes slowly yet tenderly. their eyes shining with the warm yellow light of a summer morning shining through the quaint cottage windows of their home. wooden chestnut floors shone the sunlight up and around the house like it always had. the odd sock or bolt lying strewn on the floor making the living room feel lived in.

the captain finishes tying their shoelaces and leans backwards and into the wall with a deep yet muted sigh. eyes closing to take in the many noises around them

they could hear their colony's ambient noise in their old ears. the odd sound of a modern car humming along on the street, the few people already up and about, the smell of freshly cut grass. it all became background noise that holds a melodic tune to anyone who became used to it. it was the type of noise that you missed when met with total silence. the gentle backing track to the many lives within the colony.

the captain opens their eyes and turns to see their head engineer walking down the stairs in similar looking attire, body hunched over as he hobbles down humming a small tune underneath his breath. the light hitting his grayed hair like a frame to his picture perfect face. each strand was like silver under the light and added a nostalgic age to his wrinkled smile.

"ready to go captain?" he asks, eyes glimmering with an energy they grew to know well.

the captain airily laughs. "you know i haven't been a captain for years now, mark."

"you may not be a captain now," he extends a hand out to them. "but you will always be my captain."

the captain beams, taking his hand and lifting themself up before giving him a small peck on the cheek. "and you will always be my head engineer."

mark flushes, giving a content smile before making his way to the door, his hand holding the captain's. "alright, lets save this fluff for later. we got a busy day ahead of us!"

"lead the way dear."

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the day flew by relatively easily.

the captain and mark took a long stroll around the colony, visiting crewmates and colonists alike. even seeing the odd few children who would hide behind their parent's legs in awe of the renowned captain and their engineer.

at noon they were at the park, having brunch with the other crew leads on the invincible and catching up on their lives. burt barely aged a day. the only sign of age shown in grayed hairs and raspy voices. celci still looked more spry than the other three crew leads. her blue hair even more frosty as strands of gray littered across her hair. gunther aged pretty well. face adorned with scars and wrinkles as his circular framed glasses caught the sunlight and made him look like the same gunslinger they knew all those years ago.

by the afternoon, the two found themselves at a local diner opened nearby their home. the night sky shining with its many wonders as the string lights illuminated down onto their table and around the patio. plates of food polished off and eaten.

the captain wipes their mouth of any remains of food, placing the tissue next to their plate as they notice mark's focus on eating his chocolate ice cream.

the captain closes their eyes again. their ears being met with the same melodic ambience within their colony. the faint howling of the wind bringing a slight chill to their face as they take in the communal warmth of their community.

"what are you doing captain?" mark calls, the captain's eyes still shut.

"im just," they pause

"im just listening to my home."

the captain hears a faint noise of understanding before they hear a clicking of a spoon against a bowl.

they continue like this for some time. mark quietly ate his ice cream while the captain listened to the sounds of life around them. nothing but the soft chime of a faint speaker playing songs of old.

"care for a dance cap'?"

opening their eyes, the captain sees mark absent from his seat. turning their head they find their puppy eyed engineer looking down at them with an extended hand.

they take the offer with a grin. standing up to meet mark.

mark gently pulls on their arm and leads them into the center of the patio. the speakers directly above their hunched bodies as mark places his left hand on their shoulder, his right holding onto their left. the captain swiftly mimics his position before they start slowly swaying to the rhythm.

the captain sighs, head against mark's chest as they sway left and right.

mark yelps suddenly, his foot stepped on.

the captain looks at him guiltily, "sorry dear!"

"im fine." mark looks up at them, sharply inhaling. "i can take it."

"but still." the captain takes mark's hand. caressing it gently and gently rubbing their thumb across its back. "i suppose i'm not as much of a dancer as before."

mark tilts his head inquisitively. "what do you mean?"

they chuckle, "look at me mark, i'm not the same young and spry captain that stepped foot on the invincible. ready for whatever came their way."

it was mark's turn to take the captain's hand.

"its funny."

"what is?"

"you remember when i told you 'distance and time are the same thing from different perspectives'?"

the captain nods. eyes looking down at the pavement.

"well. the captain you see is a whole lot different to the captain i see."

mark lifts the captain's head up to meet his gaze.

he smiles. "and you look like the same captain i fell in love with."

the captain's eyes shone as their heart pounds against their chest.

looking up at him felt like the captain was back on the ship again. arms wrapped around his waist as they held each other tight. young bodies, aged minds, tired eyes. they could see the young engineer that welcomed them aboard, the same engineer who sat with them at the galactic diner, the same engineer who said i do at their wedding.

the captain leans in swiftly for a kiss. the feeling of his lips on theirs holding the same comfort it always had, yet it felt just as exciting as the first.

breaking apart, the captain and mark gaze into each other's eyes. no words spoken yet holding the same message within. a silent "i love you".

the two would continue to dance under the moonlight. nothing but the noise of life and their hearts to accompany them.

a captain and their engineer. forever intertwined.

#iswm #captaineer #iswm fic #captain y/n #head engineer mark #ficswin

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soureggs · 1 year ago

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Dnd with friends

Barbarian

Two sorcerers one male one female (m/s and f/s)

Cleric

And me worlock/monk

We are in the feywild and we stumble upon a campestri ( lil mushroom guy) next to a pot full of melted butter and a cauldron full of boiling soup..

We see the mushroom dipping its cap in the better, happily humming!

And the m/s run out and ask why hes doing it very concerned " woah woah ay! lil man! Wha you doing ?"

The mushroom looks up and give tje sweetist smiles " oh hi stranger Im giving myself a bath with butter bc my new friend wants me too! Hes out getting wood! Hes so silly! " the party doesn't like that one bit

The m.s gets a bright idea that he would trade places with the lil guy by using his fish custom he got a few sessions ago (on a whim) and in his words " rock his shit as soon as he goes in for a bite"

The party likes that , likes that alot!

The party hides in the bushes ready to jump in if it goes bad. The ms comes out in his giant fish custom and starts groovin and jumping and shouting out in a deep voice that he's ready as he's smearing butter on himself,its the feywild! Crazy shit happens all the time. But.. mind you

We are in the fay wild- we don't know what the person that was going to eat the campestri is and if it was even humanoid. But we dont have time to think about that bc we are currently laughing our asses off and trying not to break character.

Saddening we hear a Rustle in the bushes and a small goblin comes out with a bundle of firewood in hand

F/s instinctively wants to magic missile it but we convince her not to, because we had a plan! The goblin is obviously confused bc instead of a mushroom theres a giant fish ( ms rolled high on deception) they argue abit in why the mushroom wanted to trade but our ms convinced him its okay

The goblin "convinces" him to get into the cauldron after he finishes rubbing himself in butter . the ms makes a face and says " this isnt a bath…this a hot tub! " and goes in hots the soup but the goblin isn't making in move's

(The plan isnt planing!!) So i panic

Use my magical item (hat of disguise)

And my feat actor to distract the goblin

But the f/s and barbarian convinces me to be a different type of food

I pop out of the bushed as a big carrot with blue overalls in a country accent

Me: " woah! Golly i smell somettin good!"

Roll high on description

The the goblin is very confused..

Me : waho! Is that one of them hot tubs!

M/s: yeah sure in!

Me: sounds like a party!

I hot in and take damage from the boiling water , i look over to the goblin and ask if hes ganna join

Goblin walks over with seasoning on a tray " no im good! But here have som-" before he could do anything i pull him in to the soup and hold him under

The ms, pulls out a knife and yells " WEST SIDE!" And shakes the goblin in the ribs , me and the ms switch positions and now the giant fish is holding the goblin under the water

And I kill him using an eldridge blast right on his back.

Its now raining soup and goblin …

And i'm still a carrot in blue overalls

#dnd #dnd story #dnd shenanigans #shitposting #shitpost #dnd warcrimes #war crimes #oh god oh fuck

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loufi8iepuff · 1 year ago

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Cd - Lee Felix (part 1/?)

Warnings and/or tropes: Unrequited love (for now), Bestfriends to lovers, Angst-ish? Cheating (Not Felix though) There is no food, other than mentions of hot coco.. There is some swearing, but thats it(:

Summary: You and felix had been friends since childhood and were still best friends to this day. Your moms were best friends and you lived next-door to each other, so it just naturally happened. Felix had been hiding his feelings for years, but one day you found a cd with your name on it, listened to it and his secret got spilled... dun dun dun!!

(This is kinda old.. don’t know how I feel about it.)

Word count: 4280

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The rain is hitting the window hard. I'm sitting in clean warm clothes and my wet ones are drying. Me and Felix are the only people in the dorm and we're currently watching a movie in his room.

When the rain started, I ran outside immediately. And Felix came outside right after. We ran and danced out in the rain for ten minutes before Felix got too cold and we had to go back inside.

"I want hot cocoa" Felix suddenly exclaims.

"Girl, relax. You scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry" He says not looking sorry at all. Felix stands up, or rather jumps and then runs into the kitchen.

"Ay Sonic, wait for me"

I follow him into the kitchen and he turns around to look at me with a weird mixture of disappointment and.. I don't even know. the face of a shocked toddler, slapped across his face.

"There's no more cocoa powder."

"Well if you want it; there's some in stores, Einstein. Aaand if you don't, can we go back to the movie now, please?"

"i definitely want it"

"Aw cmon.. Do you want me to come with you?" Please say no, please say no, plea-

"No it's okay.."

"Thank you, Lexi. Thank you! That's why i love you, yk" I hug felix and hurry him out the door, while he just looks at me amused.

It really is why I love him. Not because he went to the store alone, but because he really knows me. He knew that I didn't actually want to go even though I didn't show it. Which i am really good at, not to brag.. -Not showing my feelings, that is.

No one has ever known me as well as he does. I feel like he really understands me. He sees me. So I feel care-free around him and i dont give a fvck how I act around him: he still sees the real me no matter what I do.

He is my safe-space, in a way..

The dorm is now really quiet. Other than the rain, the only thing I can hear is my own thoughts. And i'm bored.

I stand up and walk around the room. Felix had gotten a new lamp. And new curtains. Finally! I've for months tried to get him to buy some.

My eyes are slowly scanning the room. I'm not sure what for.. But then they stop, on a cd. In the left corner, with my name written on it.

I stare at it. For what feels like forever. I really, really, really, really want to find out what's on it, but I can't.

Right? It's his property. But it has my name on it... it's not really mine, though. And he'll probably show it to me when he's ready. It's probably a surprise?..

Mmm I don't think so; He knows I don't really care for surprises...

And before I know it, the cd is in my laptop, loading.

And then it's ready. I click play.

"Hi (y/n)... This is your best friend, Felix.

I just... i uh.. I wanted to te-.. I can't do this. What am I even supposed to say?

I don't think I've ever been more confused than I am right now.

Just tell her how you feel.

That voice wasn't Felix'.

Yeah, I can't do that. I don't know how to.. This feels awkward.

Just imagine that she is right in front of you...

No, that's definitely Lee Know. Then there was a pause. Noone said anything.

And then talk.

Well, (y/n); I'm in love with you. yeah.. that's something.

What? ...

Why are you so stiff?

I try to react; but nothing. It's like im parralized.

I don't know. How aren't you? Do you do this often, or something?

I-... Don't try to change the subject. You wanted to do this.

You said that (y/n) likes long, genuine confessions, so do that!

I don't know how to start.

And I don't know what to think. Felix is in love with me. I can't think. So i don't. I just listen.

Just start with.. when did you fall for her? And how? Describe it.. in detail.

Well.. (y/n) and i wer-

Don't tell me; tell her.

Okay..

(y/n), you were fourteen and I was fifteen. We were two young, dumb teenagers running around on the beach. The warm sand burning under our feet. The music was loud and our voices even louder, when you looked at me.

Oh, how you looked at me.

Your smile was brighter than the sun, so bright it started a fire in me when you stood close to me. The flames spread across my cheeks and into my soul.

It felt like your eyes were talking to me. Telling me everything I wanted to hear. About how much you cared about me, that I was precious and important and unique and yours.

That last one was true. I was yours. I am yours. No matter how much I wanted to avoid or ignore it, it was the truth.

That day, on a warm summer day six years ago was the day I realized that I loved you. I was deeply, unconditionally and utterly, completely in love with you.

Well done.. Now yo-

*beep*

And it stopped and I immediately started the next clip.

*Click*

It was your fifteenth birthday. We decided to throw a party ourselves. We baked a cake together. The cake was big and yellow, with daisies as decoration. You told me you wanted to add my favorite flower too, because I was a part of you anyways. I told you that I didn't have one.

I lied. I loved daisies.

You made me love daisies. Everytime i see them I think of you smiling, laughing even and I smile too. I smile until my cheeks go numb and it feels like my heart is about to burst.

We decorated my house in everything rainbow-colored we could find. Originally we were going to have the party in your house, but your mom's plans got canceled and she'd be home. So you begged me to let it be in my house.

You didn't beg for a long time. you didn't have too, because i agreed after barely a minute had passed. I couldn't say no to you, and I probably will never be able to do so.

When the first guest came you ran over and welcomed them. You hugged every single one of them.

Sometimes I hate how you get along with everyone. And that you become all overly comfortable, so you are touchy and share everything with everyone. It's probably pretty dumb that small things like that make me jealous.

We put music on and had been dancing for about an hour when it happened. I was looking at you and you were looking at me, but for a second your eyes wandered across the room, back to me and away again. This time your eyes stayed behind me.

Your eyes changed from your normal happy self to one of someone that was being hypnotized.

I turned around confused and you were looking at a guy I had never seen before. by the looks of it you hadn't either. He was tall, with flowy hair and had a charming smile, or smirk, plastered across his face.

Just your type and I hated it.

You walked over with your back straightened, hips swaying slightly and your stomach flexed. You introduced yourself using the same voice you always do when you flirt with people.

But this time it was different, I knew it was. You had never looked twice at anyone, except him. I stupidly thought It was because you might be looking at me, that you might've liked me.

For the rest of the night you talked and flirted and danced and flirted a little more with him, while I sat in a corner looking at you.

The next day you asked him out on the phone. In front of me. You held my hand, because you were nervous.

I hated this.

I hated how he was the one that made you nervous. You, the person that never gets nervous. I hated how I had to stand there and watch everything unfold. I hated how he took all of your attention away, not leaving one bit for me. That day or the day before was probably the first time you didn't notice that something was wrong with me. And it wasn't because I was good at hiding it. You just didn't look at me.

*beep*

*Click*

The next year on your birthday, you didn't want to celebrate it. You were too busy blabbing about your one year anniversary.

We baked a cake again. like we had done every year, but this time it was for him. It was black and white and in a weird minimalistic design.

After you had started dating him you stopped wearing your necklaces. The ones that look like it was made in a kindergarten. You never wore colorful makeup anymore. You never skipped along beside me, you walked. You stopped smiling as much as you used to.

He took you away from me, and all there was left was a pretty bad imitator.

A day before your anniversary, I came home, tired, from school. I walked in the door, through the hallway and into the kitchen. You were sitting on the counter, with his face attached to yours. He looked like a starving hound. His hand was running up and down your thigh. Way too far up. So far that you showed visible signs of uncomfortability.

My bag fell to the ground and you immediately stopped to look at me. When you saw me you pushed him off of you and hurried him out the door.

I just stood there. -looking like an idiot.

You came back and started apologizing over and over again. I think you told me that you didn't think I'd be home and you couldn't go to your house because your anniversary gift wasn't hidden. I can't be sure though, because I started yelling at you.

At first you didn't react, thinking that I was just tired and frustrated. -which i was. Just not from school.

I was so tired of seeing you with him, when I knew he didn't deserve you. It wasn't that he was a particularly bad boyfriend, -on paper anyways. He just didn't know you and he didn't try too. You were the one putting in the hard work and you hid it from him to not hurt his feelings or to not seem desperate or clingy. He didn't even lift a finger and you deserve someone who would move mountains for you like you do for everyone else.

You tried to calm me down. To make sure I didn't say anything I'd regret.

Surprise, surprise; it didn't work.

I yelled at you for not being more stubborn about your boundaries. I told you that you were clingy and desperate and obsessive.

It didn't even make sense. Those two are like opposites and none of it was true. I was just mad and jealous that I wasn't the one you spend all your days and time on.

The day after, when I called, you told me that it was okay, that you knew I didn't mean it and that I should stop worrying about it. I couldn't, because I knew that you were hurt. So I jumped over the fence and into your backyard. I could see you in the window. You had a big bouquet of roses in your hand and carefully smiled.

I walked back to my house looking down at my feet. It was a weird feeling. I couldn't decide whether I was mad or sad or happy or disappointed. All, maybe?

*beep*

*Click*

Two months later, a little before my eighteenth birthday, it was my last day in Australia. I packed yesterday, because you told me that you wanted to spend the whole day with me.

We took the bus because none of us could drive yet. We went to an amusement park. I went on every ride you wanted to go on, mostly just so I could see you smile like you used to.

We went for a walk in the park and later on, we went to the beach. You immediately ran into the water. Fully clothed. You yelled at me to come and join you. My flight was in a few hours and I really didn't want to be soaked while waiting in line, but I still followed you. Like I always do.

Time flew by and before we knew it my mom called me, ready to pick us up. We ran to the closest store to get some dry clothes and took turns changing in the bathroom.

The car ride was quiet. You followed me inside the airport to stay with me as long as possible and when it was time to say goodbye you hugged me and wouldn't let go of me.

"Don't leave me, Felix. Please?"

That's what you said to me. You sounded desperate and tired. I didn't really want to leave you, but I knew I couldn't stay.

"Stay, Felix"

You said my name again. It makes me nervous. I love the way my name sounds coming from your lips. You usually call my some dumb nickname. The dumber the better, apparently. But right then you didn't talk to me the way you usually do. You wanted to convince me that you needed me to stay.

I don't think you lied to me on purpose, but I was sure it was a lie. You could live without me. It would hurt, sure, but you would survive. I couldn't. I couldn't live without you. Nor could I live with you. Not with him around.

So I ran. I ran to a whole other country. Maybe that makes me a coward, but it was the only option I could see back then. If i moved away, i could still talk to you and have you in my life, and either forget he existed, which probably wouldn't work, since you always talk about him, or i could move on.

I hugged you one last time. I promised that I would call everyday, no matter what. And then I left.

*beep*

*Click*

I kept my promise. I called everyday and even on the days where I was extremely busy I still called, later at night.

Even though we called every night you felt so far away. I missed hugging you so much. I missed seeing you jump around, do really dumb stuff and then get hurt.

Not the last part! I don't like seeing you get hurt. But uhh...

You missed...?

Minho again.

I.. uh missed seeing you smile and laugh. In real life and not just on camera. I missed playing card games with you. -even though I always lost. I missed those times where you'd kiss my cheek to make me flustered, when you were losing in Mario Kart. I missed your dumb nicknames and all your random complements.

I missed you. So much.

You always told me how you really wanted to come visit me, that you would move here when you turned eighteen. I honestly thought you were joking, but knowing you; I should've known better.

You also always told me that you were so proud of me, even, especially when I got eliminated. And then when I debuted you seemed even more excited about it than I did. You ran around telling everyone that your best friend was a famous idol.

Time to time you send me gifts. Like a million bracelets you made for me or a drawing you made of me. It made me so happy. I'd be running around, grinning like an idiot for a week after you gave me something. I still wear your bracelets everyday.

You stopped talking about your boyfriend as much. Actually nearly never. It happened so little I actually forgot he exited sometimes. I really wished he didn't.

The other members teased me about you all the time. I told them that I didn't feel anything for you, but none of them believed me. Noone talks about a friend, the way I talk about you. It was incredibly obvious, you'd be an idiot if you didn't notice.

You're an idiot, (y/n).

Maybe you weren't. Or maybe you're still not one. Maybe you did notice, you just didn't want to believe it or you didn't want to hurt my feelings.

I hope that's not the truth. I hope that you are just really oblivious.

(y/n), if you hear this and don't have any feelings for me; please, just reject me. If you do, I might be able to move on. I don't think you'll hear this, though. I'm way too scared to confess.

*beep*

*Click*

The month before your birthday you started talking more and more about how you wanted to go to Korea. So much that you actually started planning it and started saving up for it. And before I knew it you were sending me to look at a new apartment for you in the area, since you couldn't go yourself.

Not too long after we found a small, inexpensive apartment just around the corner.

And then you were here. You were standing right in front of me, smiling widely. You hugged me and I could actually feel your arms around me. It felt so surreal.

You started handing me some gifts from my family and friends back home, and you made me help you carry some of the bags.

I introduced you to Chan, who drove me to the airport, and you hitted off immediately. Later that night, when I took you to meet the rest of them, you also got along just as quickly. Maybe you got along a bit too well.

I wasn't really jealous. I knew none of them would ever get with you. They wouldn't do that to me. I was just annoyed about how much the boys teased me about you. In front of you. If it already wasn't obvious it sure was now.

But you didn't notice. -or didn't care. You just laughed. Sometimes you even played along.

They just kept doing it. They still do it now.

I think it took me a week or so to realize that you were actually here. With me.

It didn't take you long to get used to this, though. In a month you probably knew the area better than I did. You always hung around in the dorm.

At first you didn't stay there for too long at a time, because you didn't want to intrude, but after I finally convinced you that the other members really liked having you there; you stayed longer.

It was really nice having you there. Most of the time. That christmas, we wanted a small celebration with just us in the dorm, but your boyfriend had planned a surprise visit for you.

So christmas evening you came over hand in hand with your precious boyfriend. You were wearing his jacket, even though you were never cold. You went around the room and introduced him to everyone. None of them liked him. Mostly, well only because I didn't. Some of them hid it well, but others, Specifically Hyunjin and Lee Know, weren't even trying to.

I felt bad, because you felt bad. I think it was worse for you than it was for him.

When you guys left the others tried to comfort me. They told me that I was so much better than him, that he wasn't all that, but it didn't really help. It made it so much worse that I thought he was a good person.

He was charming and smart and good-looking and really good at nearly everything.

And you liked him. A lot. That's what you told me. Even after two years you hadn't even told each other that you loved each other. It gave me a bit of hope. i shouldn't have, but it did.

It shouldn't have, because I knew why you hadn't. You didn't know whether you actually did or not. I thought you did. I mean you care about him, you had feelings for him, you had been with him for two whole years. Why wouldn't you love him?

I asked you about it and you told me that you knew that you knew you could live without him. You would definitely be really hurt if he left, but it would be okay. You told me that you loved me and you couldn't live without me and you just didn't feel that way about him.

I remember that night so clearly.

We had just watched some romantic comedy with Sungmin, Hyunjin and I.N, it was about a girl and her best friend. She had a boyfriend, but later realized that she didn't love him and only loved her best friend.

It was a good movie. I imagined that it was me and you. Even though you were nothing like the main character. She was shy, closed off and maybe a little whiny. You're definitely not like that.

I.N, Hyunjin and Sungmin left after the movie and we started talking. You weren't a big fan of the movie. You actually said you hated the boyfriend simply because he didn't like books and jokingly judged the main character for loving them.

We kept talking and I jokingly compared you, me and him to the plot. And you just said:

"I don't think i love him, Felix"

"I love you felix, but i dont trust him the way i trust you. And, I don't care about him as much."

I had no idea what to say, so I just stayed quiet and listened. I closed my eyes and kept listening. For just a second I let myself imagine that, when you said you loved me, you meant it like that. That you felt the same way about me. Only for a second.

At the end of the day you were with him and not me.

*beep*

*Click*

You were going back to Australia to surprise your boyfriend on your third anniversary.

It felt weird, because even though I was still in love with you, I had kind of just accepted that you were with him. It didn't really hurt anymore. He loved you, you loved him and I loved you. That was just simply how it was. I honestly thought you were going to be together forever.

So imagine my surprise, when you called me, absolutely pissed and asked me if I could book a new flight for you.

I was so confused and when I asked you what happened, you simply told me he cheated. Just like that.

You stayed with your parents for the night and flew back early in the morning. I had Chan drive me there again and we picked you up. You didn't say anything the whole way home. Chan dropped us off at your apartment.

The second we walked through the door you hugged me, you clung to me like a magnet. And you started crying, probably for the first time since it happened.

You told me everything that night. How you were so excited and barged in, just to find him with another woman.

At first he tried denying it, then he promised it was a one the thing and that it would never happen again, then he started blaming you.

He accused you of cheating with me.

Which is absolutely ridiculous because: One; you would never in your life cheat. Two; you had never even looked at me like that. Three; you really cared about him.

He probably only said it to feel less guilty. He knew that nothing was going on between us, he was just a dick.

I felt really guilty that I let him hurt you. I thought i had excused everything with me just not liking him because of my feelings, but i now see that he was just a good actor.

I promised myself that I would never let anyone hurt you ever again. That's why I became so cautious with who I "let" you go out with.

*beep*

*Click*

It took you a while to get over him. Not any longer than I thought it would, but a while.

After a few months you started going outside again. Mostly just to shop for groceries or to see me, but that's still progress.

On my birthday we remade your fifteenth birthday cake. It was obviously a bit better than the first try, but other than that it was identical.

You slept over at the dorms for the first time, since your ex-boyfriend hadn't let you over before. You slept in my arms that night. It was the first day since the break up you hadn't talked, and probably, thought about your ex.

By Christmas you barely ever thought about him, so you decided that you wanted to start dating again. And then you went on dates.. a lot. You went out every weekend, but none of them became a second date.

It felt like playing the slowest game of russian roulette ever. Or waiting for a grade on an exam you already know you failed, but you need to pass to get into college.

I was preparing for that one time where you are gonna call me, -or even run to the dorms, just to tell me about how (in great detail) someone else was the most amazing person ever and how well they treated you. Even though we'd both know that it was just minimal effort and basic human respect.

That hasn't happened yet, though.

This felt worse than when you were with him, because even though he's a dick, I knew he wouldn't hurt you. Physically that is. But when you go on dates with all of these strange people you met online or through friends, I have no idea of what they might do to you.

I tried to tell you this, but you just get annoyed. You tell me, everytime, that you know and remind me how you have been a woman for long enough to know. And then I can't really say anything more. What would I even say?

"I, a cis man, know way better than you and you should listen to me" or i could just confess and you'll stop for a short while and then just do it again in secret to not hurt my feelings. Yeah, that would make it so much safer, wouldn't it?

I do know that you know, (y/n). I just also know that you've never cared about your own health, to give a sh*t.

*beep*

*Click*

So... yeah.

(y/n), I love you. A lot more than you think.

But please don't feel guilty about anything that happened that might've hurt me... And please don't give me a chance because you feel guilty.

If you do -give me a chance; let it be because you actually have feelings for me.

I'll be okay. I just really don't wanna ruin our friendship. (y/n), I can't lose you.

If you hear this and you don't feel anything for me, please just tell me and then pretend you never heard this. Don't even hide anything to spare anything to spare my feelings, just pretend it never happened..

Please run to me and rant about this new person you met, ask me for relationship advice when you need it and let me be your best-man to your wedding. I just want you to be happy, and then I'll be happy too.

So.. goodbye, (y/n). I'll see you later, I guess... Bye."

*beep*

Wow.

Honestly now that I think about it, it was very obvious.

I think I didn't see it because; i have my whole life avoided thinking about Felix in that way.

I hate this. I feel nauseous. Like someone just punched all my guts out of me.

Felix loves me and I don't love him. He has felt like this for years. And I didn't notice, even though it was so dang obvious.

If i'd ju-

*SLAM*

That was the door. Felix is back.

"Honey, I'm home!"

Well, sh*t.

Here is part 2.

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six-eyed-samurai · 3 months ago

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Call me sleazy but one of the reasons I didn't complain was because none of them knew I owed them about six months of wages because I was flat out broke from all the repairs on our ship from our last siren run-in.

Yes, I'm sleazy, but ya think doubloons grown in trees?

(They do, the shape shifter claiming to be Johnny tells me, but only in the Blue Islands. Why he knows wagers a guess from anybody.)

Besides, they're even more efficient than the people they replaced. They're so delighted ain't nobody recognizes for what they really are they'll do anything to be more human. It's what they wanna be anyway.

Like the time I took Johnny out for moonshine at the local bar. He downed about a dozen cups before I realized that ain't the real Johnny boy 'cause he can't take more than a coupla cups before wanting to upchuck it into the blue seas. But I let him be, 'cause ain't nobody can scrub the decks like him or put the rigging right.

The real Sam couldn't navigate if a buncha Imperial Fleet ships were on his tail either. But the mimic (at least I think that's what she calls herself), now there's a lass! She even invented some newfangled thingamajig called Gee-Pee-As that uses them machines up in them sky to plot the best course for us.

That silly changeling boyo wasn't half bad either. Could count, aye, and at least this time Davy wasn't tryna scam me offa my loot every ten minutes. Got a real nose for treasure, he did, even though I made 'im wear some shades to hide those weird beady eyes of his. Told 'im it was to protect the sun from his eyes but I was playing smart, see, 'cause otherwise people woulda figured him out real quick.

Oh, and aye! Let's not be forgetting lil Taj. Best first mate a man coulda ever had. "Cap'n, ready to set sail?" Was what he always said to the very end. Skin didn't fit very well but I helped him cover it up with some baggier fits and that did the trick. Not like the old Taj. Scallywag he was.

Ah, those were the days.

***

"Tell us more!"

"It's not bedtime yet!"

"Off with you two. It sure as sure time for you to be getting some shut eye." A wave of the cane got them scampering off alright. "Hmph."

"Dad, you really have to stop feeding them all these made up stories. They're really starting to believe it, you know?"

The old man paused in his tracks on his way to his own bed, glancing back at his daughter before cackling long and loud. "What makes you think they ain't realer than you and I?"

"Really, Dad? Skin walkers, sirens, changelings, shapeshifters... they're just fantasy.*

"Hmph." The old man casually turned around. "Well, I'm off to bed. By the way, that babysitter of yours is a Doppelganger."

Through a series of events you find out that your party members have all been replaced by a mimic, a skinwalker, a changeling, and a shapeshifter. You don’t bring up that you know this however as they’re a lot nicer and more efficient then the ones they replaced.

#writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writers #writeblr #writing inspiration #sunny's shitposts

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cassie-moore · 22 days ago

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Everyones ready for the shows- i am too…continuing to hide the fact that i cant even look at his page bc im afraid shell be there again. Or that hes back to wearing the heart…symbolic of girl that i could never take seriously

I dont want to know whats on his story. I just want my man. The guy that pushes through the vanity bullshit and any career that centers around a face. Its all just so surface w her and feels icky and to see him alone in LA w no ring feels new. Fresh. Clean.

Im utterly terrified hes gonna select this girl and that we would forever be forced as followers to stare at his ring on her pear-shaped fingers just like we had to watch

I cant do it. I wont stay. Bc i couldnt not bc i dont want to. I love him too much to sit around for more cringe with jen aye. I could look at it from that perspective of his heart bit this perspective w this ny chick is just a story i cant subscribe to. I already know the outcome of it if it went down that road. And i secretly hate the fact that court alled hes gonna pick a face…a model dime a dozen face…and i hateeee the thought of that. Bc hes so mich fucking deeper than surface yo yo relationships. I see it, why doesnt he.

I dont know cant write the feeling

This girl in ny is just gross to me and i dont care to witness her w him anymore. Ive seen enough in the past two years to read in between the lines. I hope to god we get pictures without that heart ring on his finger.

I hope to god he is stronger than he seems, i hope to god he knows quality is not whatever this girl was or is

Especially after breaking up and getting back together and then calling off. etc etc.

Im just typing on page bc i feel quiet

Big day tmrw and just so many unknowns. Can only just see

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boosqoowoo · 1 year ago

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beenzino - radio (english lyrics translation)

*chorus*

baby what we on?

yeah we sing along

*rhyme

밤이 아직도 우리처럼 어려

the night is still as young as we are

카메라 텅 텅 빨리 필름 넣어

the camera is empty, hurry put the film in

*beenzino loves taking pictures with film, as seen on his Instagram

틀어 iPhone 을 vintage radio 로

turn on vintage radio on iPhone

*an app on iPhone that serves as a radio station playing old songs

칙칙폭폭

click click flash flash

입에 연기 나고 있네

my mouth is smoking

칙칙폭폭

click click flash clash

느린 음악 속에 있네

it's in the slow music

everything cool

내 맘 속엔 you가 있네

you're deep in my heart

너의 마음 속이야 내 frequency

my frequency that's deep in your heart

let's go bae

i look OK

you look parfait

you got that flavor

sweet sorbet

내 입 속에

in my mouth

cuz I got that flavor

노래도 안 듣고

without listening to music

폰으로 모닥불 켜

turn on the bonfire with your phone

네가 없어 그런가

is it because you're not here?

클럽 닫았어 네시 반에

the club closed at 4.30am

너는 열두시 반인가부터 또 연락 뜸해 shit

you haven't contacted me since 12.30am shit

주머니 춤 iPhone dance

pocket dance iPhone dance

*basically his phone vibrated in his pocket LOL

너의 번호 뜨네

your number came up

yeah Where are you?

데리러 와요

come pick me up

술 마셨니 얼마나?

how much did you drink?

체력은 좀 남았나?

do you have any energy left?

how drunk are you right now?

몇 잔인진 기억이 안 나

i don't remember how many cups i drank

오케이 알았어 끊어

okay, got it, bye

오케이 알았어 끊어

okay, got it, bye

my Radio

baby radio

틀어놨어 vintage radio

i turned vintage radio on

equalizer my rodeo

gasoline my vintage ready

*chorus repeat*

Baby what we on?

Yeah we sing along

밤이 아직도 우리처럼 어려

카메라 텅 텅 빨리 필름 넣어

틀어 iPhone을 vintage radio로

칙칙폭폭

��에 연기 나고 있네

칙칙폭폭

느린 음악 속에 있네

Everything cool

내 맘 속엔 you가 있네

너의 마음 속이야

내 frequency

Let's go bae

I look OK

You look parfait

You got that flavor

Sweet sorbet

내 입 속에

Cuz I got that flavor

래퍼들 이빨에 전부 다 시금치꼈네

all the rappers have spinach in their teeth

맛없게 보여 없다 할 말이 돈 자랑 밖에

they have nothing to show so all they can talk and brag about is their money. how tasteless

이럴 거면 난 그냥 흘러서 너 있는데 들러서

if you're going to be like this i'll drop by where you are

둘만 있을 때 내 사탕 껍질을 풀러

and peel my candy wrapper when we're alone

헝클어뜨린 머리칼 뒤

behind the messy hair

숨은 눈 빛에는 독이

hides 2 poisonous eyes

내 목표는 오직 you지

my goal is only you

먼 미래엔 육아 휴직해

in the far future, take maternity leave

내 어깬 큼직해

my shoulders are wide

Lean on your 오빠's vintage Levi's에

lean on your babe's vintage Levi's*

*Levi's is a clothing brand

**probably asking her to lean on his shoulder thats wearing a Levi's jacket

Let's get old together

내 손에 널 주겠어?

have i given you my hand?

나 그대랑 춤추겠어 늙어도

even when i'm old im going to dance like before

골동품 구하러 huh?

looking for antiques huh?

전 세계를 누비며 huh?

travel around the world huh?

drop it to the floor

볼륨 내리지 마 다시 UP

don't lower the volume, UP again

Radio

*chorus repeats*

Baby what we on?

Yeah we sing along

밤이 아직도 우리처럼 어려

카메라 텅 텅 빨리 필름 넣어

틀어 iPhone을 vintage radio로

칙칙폭폭

입에 연기 나고 있네

칙칙폭폭

느린 음악 속에 있네

Everything cool

내 맘 속엔 you가 있네

너의 마음 속이야

내 frequency

Ay vintage radio

Get your vintage ready

Ay vintage radio

Get your vintage ready

#beenzino #nowitzki #khh #english trans #eng trans #english lyrics #eng lyrics

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joonsmagicstudio · 5 years ago

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➢ One Five-Zero (m) : PJM

⇁ synopsis: You make a deal with a devil for a wild time in the middle of classes.

the time when you were bored in the class and drew 150 pentagrams exactly in your notebook before a devilishly handsome man in a red suit breaks down the door of your class room and yells “wHAT the fUCK do you wANT?”

⇁ female reader x jimin

⇁ smut, jimin devil!au

⇁ general smut ig? oral sex (both lmao), slight derogatory language, creampie, unsafe sex (pls get a condom or some contraceptive before you do it kiddos), blowjob etc the list goes on.

⇁ lol a short PWP( 3.8k) . I saw a post somewhere on insta and wanted to write it at 1 am. Pls if you find that post because it gave me a reason to right, lemme know! I lost it sadly,

⇁ A/N: I had actually been busy writing 5 long ass story for my own joy but suddenly a small idea came to my mind after seeing a post and I really wanted to post it for y’all to enjoy. Hope you like it. PS: English is not my first language and this hasn’t been edited. I will edit it soon, but please do let me know if there is any mistakes! Also I am having issues with keep reading, let me know if you are facing some issues with it too! I don’t want to annoy some people by making them have to scroll through the entire fic. Also this is like my first fix, forgive me.

You sat in the back of the lecture hall as usual with your hoodie pulled over and your face resting in your left palm as you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the American History your professor was droning on about. You had a lot of regrets, one of them was choosing history but then it was your fault anyways and no one but you was to blame.

As the professor went on, you had zoned out and doodled lethargically in your notebook with a dull red pencil that you found somewhere on the in the hallway that you pulled out to at least look like your were taking some notes in case the professor decided to look at you. However, the chances of the professor looking at you in far back of the hall were infinitesimally small since the good students that were actually engaging with the lecture content and asking questions were in the front row. You had an absolutely great respect for people like them, it was because of these people you were able to skimp out on paying attention and keeping a low radar in the classroom.

Out of all the doodles, you had taken a keen liking drawing circles and then a star in it to complete a pentagram. It was easy, no effort and quick for you to keep mindlessly doing it until the classroom ended sometimes you would shade in boxes on your notebook if it was a block paper, unfortunately it was the good ol’ lined paper, hence the pentagram. You had finished up a total of one hundred and 50 small pentagram in your notebook with that red pencil when a rather loud cracking of the door was heard, effectively pulling all of the class attention, including you, on the the door that had flown off the hinges and landed across the class room, at the windows in just splinters and large pieces of wood chunk.

However, your attention was on the devilishly handsome man in velvety crimson suit, unfortunately his beautiful face was contorted in an expression of pure anger and frustration, his fist seemed to be clenching and his eyes were dead set on you in a piercing glare, who dares to upset and making his screw up his handsome face? However your thoughts were interrupted by him “wHAT the fUCK do you wANT?”, he yelled, his loud voice reverberating your ear like a clap of a thunder and you swear you felt chills down your spine but moreover you were terribly confused. You were just admiring a masterpiece of an artwork.

You had no idea who he was other than the fact that he was extremely handsome, his hair felt like the kind you could run your hands through, his lips were plushy and kissable. But still you had no idea what you had done to constitute a rather handsome man to be yelling at you in the middle of the classroom after breaking a door with a kick. Was he that powerful?

The classroom had followed his line of vision which lead to you and now everyone had their eyes on you, including the professor, which offended you a little bit. Generally, a professor should get the intruder out but instead it seemed that the professor was invested in the drama that was unfolding right now. You weakly pointed at yourself and mouthed ‘me?’ to clarify if it really was you he was yelling at or maybe someone behind you or in front of you? Idiot, your back was to a wall and nobody was at least within few seats in front of you.

The handsome man rolled his eyes aggressively and ran his hand through his hair as he let out a sigh of frustration. Then he took large and quick strides to stand in front of you, now you were getting a strong aura from him, up close he was intimidating and there a sparkle of something unusual in his eyes. Maybe it was because he standing and you were seated and that he was actually leaning into you. You had shifted backwards until you were close to falling off the chair. Also, if you must add, he had a really nice smell of cologne coming from him and you couldn’t help but enjoy the cologne a little but until the man in front of you slammed his hand of you desk and seethed, “You. Me. Copier room now.” and with that he stormed off, leaving you with your jaw hanging wide open and your eyes blown to the size of the saucer. The professor suddenly cleared his throat and tilted his head to the direction that the man had left, signalling you to take your and go after him.

Embarrassment creeped up the back of your neck as you scrambled to pack everything, including the shitty red pencil you found and speed walked your way out into the hallways. You were utterly confused as to why were the two of you meeting in the copier room for. You would expect the conversation to be held in a cafe or hallway or even in an empty classroom as a matter of fact. You distractedly made your way to the entrance of the copier room which it was closed. You stood there, readjusting your bag strap on one shoulder and to give yourself a moment to prepare yourself to facing him again. Unfortunately, that was cut shot when the door swung open wildly and the man in front of you grabbed your wrist to pull you inside and slamming the door shut behind you. Now you were sandwiched between him, the door behind you and caged between his arms.

A small click was hear and you glanced to the source of the sound, he had locked the door from the inside- what, was that even possible? Locking a door from inside, it would make more sense to lock it from outside. Your train of thoughts were again interrupted when the man in front of you took a step back, standing directly underneath white light that hung from the ceiling. He truly was breathtaking, the red suit complimented his fair skin and his dark brown hair made him look irresistible.

“Listen up, Y/N right?” he spoke, looking at you with his one eyebrow raised up to clarify if he had got the right person. You nodded immediately and he proceeded to talk, “You-you little-annoying piece of shit summoned me 150 times. What the fuck do you want?”

“Uhm, who are you? I’m positive that I never called you.” You spoked softly, genuinely unsure of what on earth was going on for you to receive swear words from this man’s mouth, not that it was bad at all, in fact it was fucking hot to hear that.

“Damn woman. I’m Park Jimin, the devil you were summoning with your fucking 150 pentagrams. You know just a few would have been fine, but nah you decided to go for a full fucking 150 pentagrams. Do you have any idea how annoying it is?” The man, now Jimin scoffed, blinking several times to grasp the foolishness of this situation. Not only he had come after being called 150 times, the person who called him had no clue either.

“oh-OH.”, the realization dawned upon you when you remembered that you had indeed drawn many pentagrams in your notebook, but you didn’t actually know it was 150 times you had doodled it and you definitely had absolutely no fucking idea that it would summon an actual devil. It’s kinda nice that the devil was an eye candy though, “Right, uh sorry. Um you could go back I guess? I won’t do it anymore. Sorry for the trouble Jimin.” You mumbled apologetically, sticking out a hand for a handshake and thinking that it would magically resolve how irritating you were according to Jimin.

Jimin stared at your handshake in disbelief, most people would jump at the opportunity to get something granted or scream in fear and run away. Instead, you just stuck out a hand for a handshake and told him to go back. Instead of shaking your hand, he scrunched his eyebrows tightly and pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering what he should do with you now that you had called him 150 times for no reason. He didn’t want to go back for nothing, at least something should be done. Then he opened his eyes, and this time you swear your saw lust in his eyes.

Jimin realized that if you weren’t scared and had nothing to ask for, he could at least ask you for a favour, “Hmm, kitten how long has it been since you had your release?” he purred softly, the side of his lip slowly stretching into a smirk as he dropped the tension from his shoulder and tilted his head slightly while keeping his eyes trained on you.

You knew how this was going to play out, you gulped slightly and thoughts were whirling around in your mind. You honestly were actually considering what he was insinuating and after all it had been a while since you got some action.

“It’s been 6 months.” You replied honestly, and Jimin chuckled at the response, “That’s too long kitten, aren’t you craving for some now?”

Jimin took a step closer to you, hungrily eyeing up your body before he closes the space between the two of you. He then brings one hand to cup your face and bring it closer to his lips, the other hand snakes around your waist and pulls you closer so that his crotch was pressing tightly against you. His lips against yours were opening up the primal desires you had deep within in you and almost instantly you brought your hands around the back of his neck to play with his hair and pull him deeper into the kiss, giving into his his kiss because you honestly needed some action. Jimin grunted at your pull and pull back a little to see your face, he saw you with your eyes half-lidded and a small smile gracing your lips, with that he swooped down to capture you lips in another heated kiss. This time his hands both of his hand had move to the bottom of your shirt and tugged it upwards so that you could move back and stick you arms up while he rid of that article from your upper body.

Upon discarding your shirt, he was in awe of your breast that was still covered by your bra and he went to knead is softly over the bra, stimulating a small sight of relief from your mouth. Hearing the small sigh, he couldn’t help but get turned on slightly and that went unnoticed by you. You brought on of you hand to cup his hard on knead it gently to help him, the tent beneath his crimson pant got noticeably harder and in no time you had gotten on your knees to unbuckle his pant. You removed the belt and guided his waist backward, slightly to the left so that he could lean on the printing machine supports. You nimble fingers unbuttoned his pant, pulled the zipper down before reaching to the sides to pull down his pant completely to reveal the black boxer that had been stained slightly in a darker colour from the wetness of the pre-cum. Before you could do anything, Jimin put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up.

“Remove your bra sweetheart.” He played around with the strap, waiting for you to slip of the strap and unclasp it from your chest, allowing your nipple to be exposed and harden in the cool air of the copier room. Jimin gulped at the sight and then pushed your head slightly towards his crotch to get you continuing. AT first you stroked it through his black boxer before Jimin grunted, urging you to take it out. You obeyed easily and pulled down his boxer, letting it pool around his ankle, where his pants had fallen previously. His hard on finally was revealed and its length stood out impressively against his abdomen. Without further hesitation you licked a long stripe from his balls all the way to the tip. You cautiously looked up to see how would Jimin react, he had his head tipped backward, clearly he was enjoying it. You took his length in your hand, giving it a few strokes before engulfing the head of his length in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his head, earning a small groan from his throat and then pushed in deeper.

Jimin was deep in your mouth, enjoying the warm wetness that brought pleasure in his abdomen. He could feel that he was halfway close to a release however he didn’t want it to be in your mouth. He had other plans to deal with you. Gripping roughly on your hair, he pulled you away from his and a thin trail of saliva stretched out from his head of his length to your mouth. That sight alone would have made him nut right then and there. He tilted you head upward to see your face, a rosy blush was present on your cheeks and you looked awfully fuckable. He let go of you hair and gently brought you up by holding your chin and pulling you up.

“Why? Don’t you want me to finish it off for you?” You asked, licking your lips to moisten it up. Jimin replied, trailing off slightly as he watched you lick your lips, “No… let me prepare you kitten.”

He leaned into the crook of your neck, peppering it with soft kissed before biting to create hickeys while he twirled you around so that your back was facing the copier instead of him.You gave in under his ministration and ran up your hands in the back of neck. Jimin slotted himself between your leg and pulled away to lift you onto the printer. He unbuckled your pants and roughly pulled them down and tossed it to the floor. He was thankful that you were wearing a simple slip on van that was easy to remove. Now you were nearly undressed except for the underwear that seemed to have been soaked slightly.

Seeing that Jimin was more dressed that you were, you whined lightly, “Jimin, you have your blazer and shirt on. Can’t you at least remove that for me?” You toyed lightly at the buttons of his black button up shirt. His hand coming up to hold your and and pull it away, “Kitten, are you that desperate hmm?”

First he took of his crimson blazer and then unbutton his shirt rapidly, yanking the shirt of his upper body before tossing it somewhere in the copier room. Now you could admire how well built his body was. He indeed has abs and striking black nevermind tattoo on his ribcage, you couldn’t help but lightly glide your fingers along the words. Jimin chuckled softly at your admiration of his body, he pressed his fingers at the wet underwear of yours, causing you to shudder.

“Seems like you got wet at just sucking me off and admiring my body. Aren’t a little bit of a slut?” he continued to pressed it before deeming it wet enough to yank it down your legs to let it join the floor, his once soft words were turning filthy now and that had you yearning for mow. He now had a full view of your wet mound, he dragged to fingers across the slit before pressing softly on your clit causing you to feel pleasure to begin in your abdomen. However, it wasn’t enough to satiate you, “Jimin?”

“Yes?” He he whispered, looking up to meet your eyes, “what is it, kitten?”

“Could you just fuck me already?” You asked in you sweetest voice, however Jimin did not reel to it. Instead he slipped his finger into your wetness, enjoying the hot tightness of it as you felt it enter and stretch you a little. He pulled it out, admiring how your wet juice had coated his digit completely. Then he added the second digit, stretching you out again and feeling you twitch around his finger. His erection was growing much harder and painful for him to ignore. He was going to have to put it inside you real soon. After a few pumps he added the third digit and had his thumb circling your clit.

“Jimin-ngh please.” You bit your bottom lip hard when he started circling around your clit, the pleasure wave coming undeniably close. Jimin seemed to sense that you were close by your twitching around his digit, so he pulled it out, licking his digit clean off your juice. You couldn’t help but whimper at the empty feeling but that was quickly recovered by his mouth on you. Now he had you moaning out softly under his control. His tongue licking long stripe across your wetness and stopping at the clit to play with it. Occasionally he would push his tongue deep into you as of he was devouring his last meal. That alone brought you to the edge, moaning his name softly under breath as you tried your best to keep your legs open whilst your hand were gripping his hair. Jimin kept slurping and licking, riding out your high for as long as possible. When he came up, you could see a sheen of shiny layer of your juice coating his lip and some on his chin to which he collected with his thumb and rested it against your lip for you to suck it off cleanly.

“Now that your pussy is slick wet, you wouldn’t mind if I pounded it hard right slut?” Jimin cooed as he slipped his length with more stretch than you could handle, not allowing you to say anything as the words died in your throat due to the sensation of the stretch and him filling you up nicely.

“Fuck, look at that body of yours.” Jimin complimented you as your hard arched your back, your elbows pressing hard into the copier for some support. When he noticed that, a small idea came to his mind.

“Slut, I’m going to need to get off for a moment. Could you do that?” He smirked at you and your mind was too clouded with lust and desire to wonder what next he had up in his sleeve. All you needed was him to dick you to hell and back. Without much hesitation, you scooted off the copier with the help of Jimin holding onto your waist and then he reached out behind you lift up the scanning lid of the copier. The machine gruntled to life as the white shot shone out from the scanning glass. Jimin then turns your around and forced you to bend over, your bare breast pressing against the cool glass of the copier. Then it clicked to you what he was planning to do. It unfortunately, turned you very on as Jimin smashed the scan and print button before he rammed into you, hard this time which got you groaning contently with him filling and stretching your every time he pushed in.

The tightness of your slick brought him closer each time he thrusted in, he was now finding hard to keep up the ruthless pace he had. He was slowing down, trying to enjoy each and every thrust into you, “Fuck, look at you taking me in so well darling. I ought to fill you up nicely.” Jimin muttered in your ears to which you could only response with a weak nod.

“Uh uh, that’s not the right response slut. I can’t hear you.” Jimin slowed to an extremely agonizingly slow place to get you to respond to his needs. His panting was heaving, the skin contact between the two of you was getting slightly sticky due to the sweat. You couldn’t look back to see Jimin’s face but you could definitely imagine strands of his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat.

“Yes, please fill me up.” You gritted, somehow sounding comprehensible through all the dicking, the pleasure taking over your senses and Jimin heard it well, “Since you said it so sweetly darling.” He cooed, resuming to a slightly faster pace. His hands gripped around your waist tightly that it was starting to leave red imprints, his near was coming close and with a sharp stutter in his pace and pushing deep inside you, he finally cummed. You swear you could feel his cum painting and fill up your walls.

He simply slowed down, coming to a full stop with his dick deep inside you as he pressed both of his hands on the waist, hunching over you body slightly to catch his breath. He had to admit that it was a good fuck he had quite in a long time and looking at your heavy breathing and fucked out state, he was sure you also a good one. He slowly pulled out, watching the cum leak out your wet slick, but before it could spill out, he cupped it gently as if he was trying to contain it whilst he grabbed you underwear with his other hand and slipped it on you, “Keep in inside of you slut. If you don’t I sweat to god I will make you beg.” He whispered in your ears while he pulled up the under wear a little higher to make you yelp at the sensitivity of your clit being pressed by the fabric.

The two of you got dressed up in silence, the copier room definitely smelled strongly of sex and the two of chuckled when you both looked at each other after smelling it a bit. It was the first time you saw Jimin smile naturally and you had to admit that it was a good look on him. As you slipped on the shirt, Jimin went to the copier and picked out a bunch of paper from the tray, you had a pretty good idea of what the scanned documents were but you still were shocked when Jimin took one and flipped it around to show you how your breast on display looked like.

“I’m keeping them as a keepsake.” He winked before folding it and tucking it away in his is pants.

“Sure, take it as an apology for me summoning you 150 times Jimin.” You teased lightly, picking up your school bag and swinging it over your shoulder.

“Jesus, don’t remind me of that. Quit summoning me 100 times, just a few times will be enough whenever you need another release because darling, I am sure I do it better than anyone else you’ve had.” He leaned in and gave you a small peck before opening the door to leave. You were stunned at the fact that you were permitted to summon him anytime you desired, you wanted to ask him if there was any other ways to contact other than pentagram doodlings but by the time you ran out into the hallways to catch him, he seemed to have disappeared into the thin air.

Looks like you’ll have to doodle pentagrams to get him to come.

#bts smut #bts fic #bts imagine #jimin x reader #jimin #park jimin #bts pjm #sksk this is my first time #lol im sorry #i hope it's ok #bts #bts scenarios #aye im ready to hide

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nctsplug02 · 3 years ago

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HELLOO i was the one who asked u abt when r u opening ur reqs again n i was thinking abt a smut where reader is slim but have big tiddies n bf! jae / johnny never rlly noticed until reader did smth to show it n they were surprised n got horny n after that they fucked HAHWHAJSNSKSH also include breeding n degradation pls HEHE FANKS U BAEE 😁😁💗💗

[3:39pm]

genre: smut and fluff

note: happy New Years my babies, im so ready for the new year and i hope you are too! i hope whoever reads this has the best year! <3

“Aren’t you gonna take the shirt off, baby?” Jaehyun asks as he applies the sunscreen on his face and body. “Oh, um.. i thought I’d keep it on while swimming.” You reply hugging your body. “Well, if that makes you comfortable then alright.” He smiles up at you.

You wore jaehyuns large t-shirt to cover what you were insecure about, which were your large breasts. You were too ashamed of your breasts that you wore baggy clothes to hide them.

“But why can’t jaehyun see your breasts? Don’t you guys get naked for sex?” Not you. You would always have his t-shirt on to cover them up.

Jaehyun knew to respect you and your boundaries so he never pressured you into anything.

“Okay, im going in first, alright baby?” He says standing up and tossing the bottle of sunscreen in the beach bag.

Your eyes follow as jaehyun makes his way to the pool where the others were at. “Ah! Here comes jaehyun!” Naeun squeals with her girl friends that surrounded her.

She was always trying to take jaehyun from you, you never understood why jaehyun still allowed himself around her.

You admired her, her perfect slim body, her perfect tits, her smile, her broad shoulders that you wished you had. When you looked at yourself, you saw a hideous monster with big tits. You’ve always wondered why jaehyun had picked you over Naeun.

“Ah! Don’t splash me jae! My hair was just done yesterday!” Naeun squeals and tries her best to cover her hair.

It looked as if the moment had happened in slow motion. Jaehyun splashed water on her and her friends, Naeuns’ tits bounced lightly, it made you mad.

“Jae, stop! Ahh!” She giggles and squeals, pushing her arms together to show her tits off.

“Y/n! Come join us!” Johnny smiles with the other guys surrounding him. You smiled back, should you do it?

Fuck it.

You bit down on your bottom lip and decided that you were gonna show your body off. You shouldn’t be insecure about them, you should love them.

You lifted jaehyuns shirt off your body and threw it behind you. You slowly made your way over the pool and walked in, the warm water thrashing over towards you as jaehyun continues to splash the girls.

“Aye, y/n joined!” Mark cheers with the red solo cup in his hand. You shyly grinned after gaining the attention from mark and the others.

“Jae—! Y/n?” Naeun looks at you in utter shock. Jaehyuns stops splashing and looks over at you, the tip of his ears quickly turning red as he sees your tits—

“Ugh, go put a fucking shirt on or something! Your tits are too huge, aren’t you ashamed of them?” Naeun said in disgust.

This was a mistake.

You inhaled and turned around, climbing out the pool and grabbing your towel from the beach bag. You wrapped your body in the towel and ran inside the house.

You felt so embarrassed, she embarrassed you in front of multiple people, especially your boyfriend. You saw how his face was, you couldn’t tell wether it was with disgust or shock— of course it was disgust, if Naeun and her girls were disgusted then obviously jaehyun was too.

You locked yourself in the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. “God, get me a fucking boob job or something.” You cried out, staring down at your breasts with shame.

Knock knock!

“Y/n? Can you open the door please?” You turned to the door, hearing jaehyuns voice from the other side. You sighed and reached over, unlocking it and letting him in.

“What, jae—?” You ask once he closes the door but, he crashes his lips onto yours causing you to shut up.

after a few seconds, he pulls away and gives you a toothy grin. “You did it, baby!” He says, cupping your face and cheering for you. “You faced your insecurity, baby!” He says leaning down and giving you another kiss.

“No, jae.” You push his hands off your face which makes his smile drop. “What? You did, baby. You faced it and I’m so proud of you!” He says and hugs you from behind when you turn around with an upset face. “But now im back in that hole.” You turn around with sad eyes.

“Didn’t you hear what Naeun said? I am ashamed, im ashamed of my.. overly large breasts.” You mumble, looking down and tightening the towel around your chest. “Look at me,” he says cupping your face again.

“Baby, im so glad that you faced your insecurity today. Who gives a fuck about what Naeun said, her opinion doesn’t matter, baby. Trust me.” He laughs a little when you pout. “I love you.” He says and gives you a kiss. “I love you too.” You reply when pulling away.

“So, can i finally see the girls?” You scrunch your face up at the nickname he gave your breasts. “No pressure, baby. Show me when you’re ready—, oh fuck.” He mentally slaps himself when you drop the towel and pull your swimming top off.

He hesitates but then asks, “can I, can I touch them?” You laugh at him and then nod. His hands shakingly make their way to your large breasts. He cups them causing a soft moan to come from you, he looks up and smirks.

He looks up again when you gasp from the touch of his thumbs rubbing your nipples. “Oh, jae.” You sigh, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away which makes him pull you into a hug. “God, your boobs feel like pillows.” He groans as he feels your soft breasts against his chest. “They could be your pillows?” You suggests with a grin.

“I seriously can’t hide how hard I am right now.” Jaehyun says causing laughter to erupt from both of you. “What can i do to help?” You ask, biting your smirk away. “Well,” he hugs your waist tightly and looks down at you. “you can.. let me use that pussy of yours?” You tilt your head. “Hmm, think we can do better than that, baby.” Slowly and seductively, the intense eye contact turned into a heated makeout session.

You push jaehyun away, “how ‘bout we take this someplace else? Like.. Naeuns’ room?” He grins and giggles. “You’re a dirty girl, ‘dyou know that?” He says opening the door and picking you up before bringing you up to Naeuns room.

He kicks the door shut and lays you on the pink bed. “God, get these off.” He mumbles as he tugs on your shorts. You lift your hips to help the struggling man, he yanks your shorts and panties off with no struggle. “Finally.” He huffs and throws the clothing articles behind him.

“Yours, off too.” You frown up at him which makes him melt. He quickly gets rid of his swimming trunks and throws them behind him. “Let me see those beautiful tits again.” He mumbles and pulls at the towel that covered them.

He nearly cums when he sees your large tits just laying there. “Fuck,” he groans and grabs them, fondling them in his large hands. “Oh, how bad I want to fuck these tits.” He groans with an eye roll. “Fuck em’ then.” You say innocently along with an innocent smile. “Fucking slut just wants her tits fucked, hm?”

Jaehyuns hands trail down from your breasts to your dripping heat where he then slips two fingers in. “Oh shit.” You breathe out. “God, did you see how easily my fingers slipped inside your cunt? That’s how wet this fucking pussy is.” Jaehyun says with a smirk and a light laughter.

“Mm, just fuck my pussy!” You whine impatiently with an angry pout. “Ah, ah, ah. Ask nicely, you slut.” He says, stopping his fingers from moving. “Mm, fine.” You huff with attitude. “Please fuck me, jae.” He squints his eyes and scoffs.

“A slut who is desperate to get their hole filled needs to beg more.” He says, removing his fingers from your hole and wrapping them around your neck.

“Please fuck me, jae? I’m a desperate slut who wants her pussy filled with your cock!” Jaehyun smirks down at you, satisfied with how you whined and begged. “Okay, baby. Okay.” He teasingly coos at you while pumping his hard cock and spreading his precum around his tip.

“Jae, pl—“ your whining is stopped by jaehyun pushing his cock into you. “Oh, my!” You gasp and grip onto the sheets as he quickly starts ramming himself into you.

“Look at these fucking tits b—bouncing.” He says chewing onto his bottom lip and grabbing at your breasts that bounced with his rough thrusts.

“J—jae, please sq—squeeze my boobs?” You said through your uneven breathes. “These ones? Of course, baby.” He says squeezing at the soft flesh.

The room filled with your moans and jaehyuns groans that mixed beautifully. The squelching noises coming from your pussy as jaehyuns cock slid deeply inside you.

“Oh, jae,” you gasp, hands finding its place on your other breast, “im so close, im so close to cumming all over your cock.” You cry out which turns jaehyun on even more. “Good, be a good slut that you are and cum on my fucking cock.” He says leaning down and shoving your breast into his mouth.

When you had reached your climax, you clenched around jaehyun for dear life. “Fuck—, im so close, baby.” He whispers in your ear as he desperate rocks his hips. “C—cum in me then.” He pulls his head up and stares at you, his thrusts slightly slowing down.

“W—what?” He says confused. “Breed my hole, jae. Fuck a baby in me so everyone knows how good I took your cock. Let them know how good you fucked me raw—” You squealed as he picked his pace up again.

He was chasing it, he was chasing for his orgasm. Your words had hyped him up which turned him into a mad man. “You want it, baby?” He asks you through his clenched teeth. “Of course I do.” You reply before he then releases his load into you.

His white ribbons shooting themselves onto your velvetly walls. You guys stay like that for a while until he finally pulls out and dresses you and himself.

You guys walk outside to where the others were at and they looked at you both as if you guys were insane. “Where’d you guys go? Took about an hour for you two to hurry back out here.” Taeyong asks, resting his arms on the cement and looking up at the couple.

You look at jaehyun and he looks at you.

“We went.. to have some fun.” Jaehyun answers with a sly smirk.

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sailorwritesstuff · 3 years ago

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even MORE Madrigal family headcanons

Because I want to take over this fandom 😏

also found out apparently??? Encanto takes place around the 50's??? that doesn't seem right at all??

no spoilers

When Pepa is mad she says "Ay! im so heated i can hear the clouds."

Dolores got her name from "Dolores" by Frank Sinatra (1941)

Bruno has really nice hand writing. Julieta... not so much...

Mirabel throws herself into playing multiple instruments to impress her Abuela at a young age. She can play six piano, guitar, accordion, the flute, bongos, and ocarina (and the tambourine if you count that as an instrument)

the guitar she learned how to play on was actually Bruno's He used to hide it in his room but before he left he put it in the nursery because he knew he wouldn't be able to play it in the walls.

Antonio kicks Camilo in the ankles sometimes and acts like its an accident. he gets pretty creative with those excuses.

Isabela doesn't want kids. she plans to have one (1) for the sake of the miracle.

Antonio grows up to be the tallest of his siblings and Camilo was heated.

Julieta can SING. She's got a very rich and soothing voice. Even though they're all grown up now the kids still ask her to sing to them when they can't sleep.

Felix has an old record player with all kinds of tunes.

Pepa can't sing for shit but somehow She can memorize notes just by hearing them once or twice.

Felix sometimes just likes to chill and listen to opera. very loudly. And he dances to it like it's just club music.

luisa listens to ballet tunes whenever she's stressed Tchaikovsky: Swan Lake is a favorite of hers

Antonio doesn't like house cats much. they frustrate him because they don't listen

Camilo and Dolores mock their parents. not in a mean way. its actually kinda cute. they've done sense Camilo could talk in full sentences.

Isabela sleeps in one of her dad's old Sleep shirts even tho she has lots of pretty pj sets. she literally hates pants.

Mirabel is a libra.

Agustin hates black coffee. it has to be FILLED with sugar.

The family calls Dolores, Dolly or Lolita a lot.

if you ask Isabela what her favorite color is she'll be very sarcastic because she makes it obvious. "brown" "really?" "no you fucking idiot its purple."

Camilo is 100% and astrology bitch who has everyone's birth chart memorized.

Abuela It's one of those parents who used to wake their kids up to loud music to clean the house. and it was never music they wanted to hear.

every Christmas Antonio ask Mirabel for a shirt. just a shirt. because he knows if he asks for something big she'll go over the top. so if he asks for something small. she'll be normal.

Abuela doesn't like Horses

Pepa wanted to name Camilo, Pedro but Alma wasn't ready yet and broke down crying when pepa asked. she didn't ask again for Antonio but Alma wished she had.

Isabela doesn't like eating meat.

Dolores has a strong distaste for loud music. it hurts her head. So she can never listen to a record player up close She always has to play it from a few rooms over.

Dolores is a big fan of her Tio Bruno's telenovelas

Abuelo Pedro wrote songs. several books full of them. and Alma kept all of the ones she could save. she sacrificed her favorite Dresses so they would fit even tho he said he didn't need them Because she knew he was lying and that they were important to him. She even almost left her wedding dress but she thought about how sad she would be if one of her two daughters didn't get to wear it one day. (spoiler: it was Julieta)

Bruno can also sing And he has this natural rasp to his voice. like a make your knees shake rasp.

Antonio prefers to listen to jungle noise tapes over music. even before he got his gift. now it just makes more sense.

Abuela (back when she was just mamá) would sing to her children the songs that her husband sang to her when they were young and dating

Antonio taught some bird and other creatures how to perform Abuela's favorite song for her birthday. (She didn't enjoy it but she thanked him and pretended anyway)

Mirabel sings silly songs to the kids in town when she sees they're having a bad day.

Mirabel can't take jello seriously. she snickers everytime she sees it move.

Camilo once wrote an entire one man musical that he forced his family to watch. (It was honestly surprisingly good??)

Agustin gets flustered whenever his wife sings to him.

Bruno can't dance

Camilo and Mirabel did highschool theater.

Isabela went to high school theater productions occasionally to throw flowers aggressively at Mirabel and Camilo through out the performance via magic.

Isabela hates showtunes

Isabela also was in school chorus and played the piano so...

Antonio said fuck once and Pepa lost her shit. It rained for a days every time she looked at Camilo who taught him the word.

Mirabel is an advent journaler of emotions (post canon) She goes through about a journal every month and a half. and she carries it everywhere.

Dolores sings like Cinderella. its very pretty. but very rare.

sometimes Bruno forgets he's not supposed to be in the house while he's in the walls and he'll say bless you when someone sneezes. He did it to Pepa once there was a hurricane for two days because she thought her dead brother was talking to her.

Camilo loves ice cream.

Mirabel tried to get Bruno, Isabella, and Camilo to start a band. (they said no)

#sailor says something dumb #disney encanto #encanto headcanons #tio bruno #encanto #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #abuelo pedro madrigal

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