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zoeykallus · 1 year ago

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Do you take requests? I would love to read something with Hunter where he teaches you how to fight :))) smut is also welcome

Hmm, thanks for the input 🔥🔥🔥

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Show Me What You've Got

Warnings: Smut/Strongly Suggestive/Soft-Dom Hunter/Training Turns To Smut/Sexual Content/Dub-Con(?)/Dirty Stuff/18+

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You won't find much of a plot here 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, I'm so tired I could cry, so this is not proofread, sorry...

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You are much too self-confident, actually you already know that before you visit him, so far you never beat hunter in a sparring session. But you want to try out the few moves you learned yesterday. And who would be better suited for that than Hunter, whom you like to get close to anyway? The man is downright outrageously handsome, with his dark hair, that striking face, those firm muscles under his toned skin. Combined with that deep, slightly smoky voice, the way he moves and looks at you, a cocktail that always makes your heart beat faster and fills your nights with wild dreams. Hunter really likes to be alone. You know that because he always makes sure he has a training room all to himself in the barracks. Basically, Hunter withdraws from others at every opportunity rather than seeking their proximity. You know why he takes time off whenever he can, trains alone, and spends as little time as possible with other soldiers besides his own squad. Hunter's extraordinary senses cause him to be quickly exposed to sensory overload, with things that others wouldn't even notice. Being continuously exposed to everything in this way, you imagine, is very exhausting.

So you can understand his general reserve. Hunter is already waiting for you when you enter the training room. He has already spread out the large mat on the floor, which is supposed to cushion any possible falls. You examine him quickly, inconspicuously. Black muscle shirt, black sports pants, barefoot. Of course, he's wearing his bandana, as usual. He has bandaged his hands, probably he intends to go to the punching bag later, you have observed him secretly, fascinated sometimes. The flex of his muscles, the power behind each punch, his posture. You suppress a longing sigh at the thought. Hunter addresses you, snapping you out of your thoughts. "There you are. I've been waiting." You glance at the clock hanging on the wall of the room above your heads, and say dryly, "I'm five minutes early." Hunter smiles with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I know, but you're usually in earlier than that" You blink, feeling caught. Does he know that you sometimes secretly watch him? But he distracts your thoughts again.

"You learned something new you wanted to try with me?" he asks curiously. "Um, yeah, right. Something Wolffe showed me." Hunter frowns briefly and asks, so casually it almost doesn't seem casual anymore, "Since when do you hang out with the wolf pack?" The way you look at him makes him feel like you're looking right into him and seeing through his curious question. So he looks down at his hands and pretends he needs to fix the bandages. Somehow you can't recognize his behavior for what it is at this moment. You shrug your shoulders and say, "For quite some time now, as a matter of fact, sometimes. Did I never tell you about it before?" "No, you didn't," Hunter says, clearing his throat and pulling his bandana a little tighter. "Well, now I've told you," you say lightly, unaware of why he's so interested. Hunter nods and says, "Okay, show me what you've got."

His gaze wanders along your body, your posture. Your black yoga pants hugging your curves, the shirt you wear is a little wider, but knotted in the back. Hunter is distracted and promptly lands on his back as you pull his legs away with a simple trick. He makes a startled noise before landing on the ground. Grinning, you bend over him. "Well, that was easy today," you say, amused.

"I wasn't fully on top of my game. That doesn't count." You snort and laugh softly, "Oh come on Hunter, no one on the battlefield cares if you're ready or not either". His eyes narrow, and he says suspiciously smoky, "Hmm, good point". In the next moment he's grabbed you, taken down your defenses, has you on your back and is on top of you.

"Damn," you curse softly and try to break free, but he holds you under him with ease. He grins at you and your heart really jumps out at him, but not only that, a gentle pulse has arisen between your thighs as your nether regions touch, and you feel every contact very clearly through the thin fabric of your pants. "Gotcha, once again," he says with a grin.

You smile back nervously. You are aware of how sharp his senses are, and he will notice the change in your mood and hormone balance very quickly. Finally, you see it in his face. His expression changes, the smile slowly disappears, he blinks and tilts his head slightly to the side. "That's new," he says softly. You don't even ask what he means, because you already know. You swallow and say just as quietly, "Sorry." You expect him to let go of you and seek distance, but he surprises you. Hunter grabs both of your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head on the mattress, his other hand gently moving to the back of your neck. "There is no need to be sorry, if you ask me".

He knows it's a daring move, but he cant help it, he has to take the leap and taste the waters.

Your heart almost jumps out of your chest as his face comes closer and closer. His lips touch yours, slowly at first, tenderly, and your pulse begins to race, your eyes closing. Hunter's tongue slides over your lips which automatically open for him, and as it slides in and touches yours, the pulse between your thighs intensifies. You moan softly into the kiss. Very clearly, you feel him slowly getting hard as his pelvis still rests on yours, between your thighs. The hand that is on your neck slowly moves down, over the fabric of your shirt, feeling your breasts, gently kneading them, probing. His thumb feels your nipples, which are erected, pressing through the thin fabric of your bra and shirt.

A shiver runs down your spine, a tingle spreads through your belly as he plays with your nipples through the fabric, still holding you captive beneath him and his kiss. Ever so slowly, barely noticeably, he moves between your legs, pushing his hard length through the fabric, rubbing over your pubic, sparking gentle, stimulating friction. Hunter's hand finally moves under the fabric, while the other still holds your wrists. You feel his bare fingertips on your skin, the rough fabric of the bandages on his hands as he pushes the cups of your bra up and off your breasts to get at the soft, velvety mounds beneath. Suddenly he straightens up, sitting between your thighs, and let's go of you. He points an admonishing finger at you with a dirty little smile and says, " Stay right there." You obey, not even thinking of contradicting him. He takes off the bandages, removes them from his hands and tosses them carelessly to the side before throwing himself over you again. He stops just inches away from your face, catches himself with his hands on the mat, and grins at you.

Hunter teasingly kisses your chin and the tip of your nose, then straightens up again, pulling your T-shirt over your head. "Be a good girl and come with me," he says in an almost whisper, close to your ear, just before he bites your earlobe very gently.

You swallow, but nod and let him help you up. Clad only in your panties, you follow him to a side chamber where other workout equipment is stored. Hunter leads you to one of the benches where people usually lift weights, puts his towel over it and gently but firmly pushes you onto it so that you are lying on your back in front of him.

With a little smirk, he says, "Good girl."

Hunter wanders down along your body, pulling off your yoga pants and murmuring, "I really need to smell and taste you." You blink, heat flooding your body the second you realize exactly what he means by that. Your pants land on the floor, then his fingers travel down from the base of your breasts to where your body is radiating the most heat. His fingertips ghost over the thin fabric of your panties, lingering on the wet spot, exerting playful pressure. Hunter is kneeling in front of the bench, head between your thighs, close to your pubic area, he takes a deep breath and shakily expels it. "Damn, what a scent!"

His cock is already twitching expectantly in his pants, your hormones, the luring substances your body produces in arousal, tingling under his skin, from crown to toe. His fingers finally wander under the waistband of your panties and pull them off as well.

You can't believe that you are lying practically naked on a bench in one of the training halls, Hunter's head between your thighs. He has reserved this room for himself, but it is not locked, someone could still come in. But this thought suddenly disappears from your mind when you feel his breath on your damp folds, and shortly after his lips and tongue.

He presses his tongue to your pussy, roaming through your folds, dipping into your sensitive, wet hole once or twice, making you twitch, before he focuses on your clit. His tongue, exerting perfect pressure, circles skillfully and nimbly on the bundle of nerves. You haven't noticed it yourself yet, but you're already sighing, moaning and gasping, fueling him in his efforts. Hunter feels exactly each of your reactions, knows exactly when and what causes your arousal to increase, and thus learns very quickly, to perfection, every pressure, every movement that sends you into ecstasy. You tremble with aroused tension, your thighs quiver gently. You are so horny, and yet a part of you is very aware of what is happening and can't quite grasp it. That's Hunter tonguing your clit as if he's been programmed to do just that. It feels so good, everything is tingling and vibrating inside you, your hands are gripping the bench above your head and clutching at it.

He is relentless. You hear the soft slurp, a repetitive soft aroused rumble deep from his chest as he holds your thighs apart with his hands. He's getting faster and faster, his tongue gliding over your swollen pearl more and more rapidly. Hunter is literally chasing you towards your orgasm. The knot that has formed in your belly loosens, a fiery tingle pulses through your clit, your pussy twitches and drips. Your moan is almost like a little scream. Hunter's tongue massages you through a prolonged, intense climax.

You dare only a brief glance and see his intense eyes, the pupils so dilated that his eyes seem almost black. His senses are full of you, your scent and your hormones have practically overpowered him. He lets go of your clit, just at the right moment, and you're just about to catch your breath when he moves further down and his tongue suddenly drills into your dripping opening and starts licking you out. "Hunter!" you exclaim, startled. Hypersensitive after climaxing, you twitch and tremble as he uses his tongue to fill you. He has to grip tighter to keep you from escaping his grasp and slipping off the bench with your twitching. You claw even harder with your hands on the bench. Hunter takes his time, absorbing every drop of your juices like a starving man. It takes a moment, but your arousal builds again. Suddenly his head comes out from between your legs and he takes a deep breath.

"What a feast, my good girl," he says in a voice rough with horniness. He straightens up, kneeling in front of the bench, his pelvis between your thighs, and you catch a glimpse of his hard length. His cock is thick, long, gently curved, the tip slightly red and swollen, leaking pre-cum. You lick your lips, knowing what's coming next, can't wait to feel him inside you. But you're also a little nervous. You know him, you know he won't hurt you, but this has all happened so suddenly and quite unexpectedly. As if sensing it, he looks at you and asks softly, "Are you ready for me, beautiful?" You blink, feeling a little breathless, but you nod and say, "I couldn't be more ready." He smirks, looks down, grips the base of his cock and guides the tip to your pussy. Hunter is hungry, very much so, but he takes it slow, applying only gentle pressure at first, prodding at your entrance, softly. You bend your legs and pull them up, opening your thighs invitingly a little wider for him.

Hunter applies more pressure, parts your wet folds and slowly advances between your slick walls. You watch him as he tenses his muscles. He licks his lips, looks down and watches in fascination as his hard length sinks into you. As he bottoms out in you, he closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. The feeling is intense, for both of you. For him as your wet heat closes around his cock, his senses full of you, and for you as he stretches and fills you. One of his hands moves to your hip and grips gently but firmly, the other moves to your pubic area. His fingertips gently glide over your clit, which is swollen, gently pulsing. Your legs clamp gently but firmly around his hips, showing him you're ready for more. Hunter smiles in satisfaction. He can definitely feel and smell your willingness. He knows that his fingers dancing on your pearl have got you going again. His hips pull back a bit and thrust into you again. A soft wet sound, accompanied by the impact of naked skin on naked skin, fills the room. He takes you slowly, but he gradually speeds up. You feel each thrust, erotically invading, combined with your pearl pulsing under his fingers, and you lean your head back.

Hunter watches you, your every movement, the way your breasts move with each of his thrusts, and again and again he looks down, watching your bodies merge. "This is so good, Hunter," you moan, pushing against his thrusts, using your hands on the bench to push. He's getting faster and faster. The accelerating, lewd sound of your bodies colliding with each thrust, mixed with your lustful sounds, is like music to his ears. The tension, the intensity increases, you feel it too. You automatically tense your abdomen, causing your pussy to close even tighter around his cock.

He lets out a half-swallowed moan. His fingers on your clit quicken, his whole body tense, hard as granite. You groan out in a near whisper, "So close." "Good girl," Hunter presses out breathlessly.

His thrusts become irregular, he bites his lower lip, his hand on your hip grips tighter. Your climax pulses through the center of your body, makes your pussy twitch, and your thighs shake. A curse comes across your lips. The next moment you hear him let out a deep, drawn-out moan, feel his warm seed coating your walls. Two-three more slow, firm thrusts and Hunter pauses, breathing heavily. You both catch your breath, only now noticing that everything here smells musty like an old gym, mixed with the distinct tangy, salty smell of sex. He leaves your body, gently cleans you with the towel. Then, finally, your eyes meet again. You look at each other for a moment, then both of you grin. "That was an interesting workout," you say, laughing softly. He chuckles and says, "That's something Wolffe sure didn't show you." You look at him cheekily and say, "How would you know?" Hunter frowns, his smile disappears, he doesn't seem to know quite what to say. You can see his shoulders tense. You chuckle and say, "You should see your face. Relax Sergeant, you're the only soldier who's been between my thighs so far."

Hunter's shoulders relax again, he raises a brow in amusement, "If you don't mind, I'd like to remain the only one in the future"

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sapphire-rb · 2 months ago

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DQB2: The Minimap's Unused 3rd Dimension. (Minimap deep dive)

I want to talk a little about the minimap and how some of its features got scrapped mid-development.

My apologies, I suck at explaining stuff, but just bear with me. ok?

Let's learn about minimaps in DQB2!

So, this is a minimap. It's made of tiles.

All tiles have what I'll call an ID and a Type.

A tile's ID basically tells us what tile it is. For example:

ID 0 is deep water, ID 1 is normal water, ID 14 is grass, etc...

There are a lot of tile IDs, most of them covering all types of coastline water.

A tile's Type tells us what is on top of the tile. Here's an example:

There are exactly 11 tile types. Only 4 are used:

You may ask, "but what about the mountain tiles, those do exist in the final game! They are not unused!"

True, but the game handles mountains in a different way. The above method makes it possible to have mountains in all tiles, which is not true for how the game works in the final release.

You can see in prerelease images how all tiles could have mountains.

Image1-> Shows mountains on grass, Image2-> Shows mountains on sand.

I'll explain now how mountains are handled in the final release, before coming back to the other unused types.

Each tile, apart from having their ID and Type, has 2 other values that can be set to either 0 or 1:

The visibility value, which tells us if the tile has been explored or if its hidden from view.

And a height value, that seems to tell us if the tile is an at elevation?

For example, Lets look at a tiny Cerulean Steppe map and see how the values look:

It's a lot at once, I know.

The most important part here is the height value. There are tiles that look identical but have different height values

Look at the bottom right corner.

These 2 tiles would look identical to the player, but secretly one has height value of 1 and the other one has a value of 0.

What does this value do? It does 1 very specific thing.

It is hard-coded to turn these 5 tiles into these 5 mountain variants:

That's it. That's the only thing the height value does. It handles the 5 mountain tiles that are used and exist in the final game.

So, what is going on with the "tile type" system then? Why does most of it go unused?

Why would the programmers code in such a complex system with 11 different type options, only to scrap most of them and only use 4?

The type system seemed to handle all of the mountain placements just fine. Note that the minimap height value only tells the game what tile should go there. The types 7 through 10 acomplish the exact same thing.

The thing is, it seems that originally the type system was going to handle a lot more minimap and tile variance than what we got, but got replaced by a quick, hard-coded fix with the extra height value smacked in alongside the visibility value.

Now, I've been hiding something from you, back when I showed you the prerelease images, because I saved the best for last.

Let us look to our friend, the only unused icon still in the game, the tower.

This is the only "type" graphic that covers the tile beneath it entirely. This could imply it was a very early, placeholder item that would be replaced with a transparent one later.

What could this tower be? Perhaps a minimedal puzzle icon? An early version of the door icon, intended for buildings?

Well, the prerelease images tell us all.

Look at this photograph.

This is a curious image, isn't it?

Usually prerelease images like this one are trying to showcase something. Locations, story, characters... but this image only shows us some building work, no scenary, no nothing.

If you look closely though, you can see the tower in the minimap.

It's a little pixelated, but it's there alright. Right on top of the big tower building. So I suppose it is an old room tile?

But- wait.. what is that?

It's a little bit small, I don't blame you if you missed it the first time. I sure did. And I was the one that found the location of the image too- and it flew right past me...

It's a house.

A house? But isn't the tower the "room" icon?

Do you know what this image is trying to show us?

Tall buildings (like a tower) would showcase in the minimap with the "tower" tile. Small buildings (like a house) would showcase in the minimap with the "house" tile.

Do you think... I'm reaching, perhaps?

Then, let me explain further.

It's not just that those 2 incospicuous buildings are "tall" and "small" respectively.

The tower seems to be copy pasted. All floors are the exact same. No nuance, no variation. It's looks like the devs built that tower to be so tall for the sake of it being tall. Like the whole point of it is that it had to be tall. For what?

The house has the lowest height possible, at just 2 blocks tall. No windows, no nothing. It's just a rectangle with a barebones roof to show that yes, this is a house. Who in their right minds builds a 2 height room with a roof in this game? That's just asking the camera to break, honestly. Its almost like they wanted to make a squished, low house. For what?

And those builds aren't that pretty or use interesting blocks or anything. They're just... there.

Did I convince you? Well... what this all means is that...

There used to be a mechanic in the game where the tile shown in the minimap would depend on its height.

Artificial (building) or natural (terrain), it did not matter. All tile heights would be represented.

An unused 3rd dimension. The minimap's Z coordinate.

Isn't that cool? The type system was meant to give height variations to all the tiles.

But wait. There's more! One last prerelease image...

This one is showcasing a pretty waterfall and the cool terrain generation. But we don't care about that, let us look at the 120p minimap.

What do we have here? Well, the mountains look interesting, do they not?

It is quite curious that there are 2 of the mountain icons we can see in the final release of the game here. One that looks like a little mound, and another that looks like a robust, tall mountain...

Say, isn't it interesting? In the final game the mountain types are locked to each tile. But here, its almost like the game differenciates between "small elevation" and "big elevation".

Yes. It's not just "high" and "low". When I said "height variations" I meant it.

The mountains were not just "mountains". There would be different mountains for different heights, the same way there are different buildings for different building heights.

So at least for natural terrain, we have minimum 3 height levels confirmed.

Here's a little breakdown of the other parts of this minimap...

It would even account for height in the water tiles, giving them rocky water variants if the terrain rose past the water level!

Maybe thats what the missing 4th and 5th types would have? A house and rocks for water?

Or maybe there used to be more types, but the number got reduced mid-development? 11 is a weird number, especially in programing.

This height system seems to have been scrapped in between April 22 and August 2.

Look at this photograph, from August 2

This is just Al's cabin again. You can see the house as the building icon and the rocky water being still there. But the mountains look like the final release's mountains.

Rip 3rd dimension. March 30-April 22. We barely knew you, but it was nice to meet you, even if just briefly.

Thanks for coming on this minimap journey with me!

Some extra stuff:

The whole rocky water... wouldn't it be cool if that were still in the game? Look at IoA (the area left to the temple):

(Not quite the spot...)

All of that area is just... water.

It'd be really cool to have rocks around there y'know?

Hello there, unused tile.

This tile is ID 5. I've run out of steam so here's a picture of it, alongside ID 21, that was probably meant for all the technology blocks used in the ARK and such.

The building tiles are the last IDs in the list (before all the water begins) so mayhaps it was here when they realised buildings would be bigger than 1 tile, added the brick tiles, and realised big buildings broke the "tower" "house" rule so they scrapped it. (They also appear in the august images but not in the april ones.)

Here are tiles from 21 to 25.

Haha funny ilogical water tiles

The type system takes priority over the mountain system. You can see that in Moonbrooke's map. The trees take priority over the mountains.

All of this info I recompiled for the minimap exporter tool. Give it a try if you want! Next release will include support for all of the unused icons (even if not accesible without hacking)

#dqb2 #dragon quest builders 2 #dqb2 modding #I finished writing the draft of this at 3am without eating dinner. Malroth would be dissapointed

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the-empress-7 · 2 years ago

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Rumor tracking anon here. I'll submit 3 posts tallying everything up since otherwise this would be too ridiculously long.

Also, I've set up @brf-rumortrackinganon if anyone wants to follow me there. No idea how to submit as brf-rumortrackinganon instead of my main (since I've forgotten a lot about how tumblr works) but I will work on that.

PLAUSIBLE

These are rumors/theories that could be true or they could be lies. There hasn't been any solid facts yet to say so definitively one way or the other, just my gut feelings as I was reading.

Everything is from Spare unless noted otherwise.

Sussexes were sidelined during the Queen’s funeral/mourning period because of their behavior while the Queen was dying (eg Harry insisting Meghan accompany him to Balmoral).

Sussex treatment at the Queen’s funeral/during the mourning period was a direct consequence of their behavior during the Jubilee.

Meghan was never pregnant, used a surrogate/gestational carrier in her pregnancies.

Meghan planned pap walks in Windsor to lay flowers at the memorials while crowds waited for William and Kate, or possibly while the royals were all in Scotland still.

Sussexes had a hand in the Ngozi Fulani/Susan Hessey racism row. (Interview – Harry’s strong defense supporting Susan, which contradicted BP and KP, which neither he nor Meghan ever did before.)

Harry’s military stories as written in Spare were not his experience, he stole them from others he served with.

Rumor tracking anon - post #2 of 3

BUSTED

These are rumors / theories proven false. Everything is from Spare unless otherwise noted.

Sussexes threatened to blackball any media organization that gives interviews or publicity to Tom Bower/Revenge.

Harry’s memoir wasn’t what the publisher expected so PRH will bury it between Michelle Obama’s new book and Matthew Perry’s upcoming memoir.

Meghan wanted to re-edit Harry’s memoir to counter Bower’s allegations point-by-point.

Harry to give interview for Spare to Gayle King for CBS.

Harry’s book to be published and released in November 2022 for holiday sales.

Meghan and Harry have been separated since early summer 2022, Harry lives in San Francisco by himself.

William and Harry divided their mother’s jewelry between them and Harry chose the sapphire ring but he later swapped it with William for something else so it could be Kate’s engagement ring and worn by a Queen as Diana wished.

William stole Diana’s engagement ring from Harry (and therefore Meghan) to propose to Kate.

Harry’s 4 book deal involves: 1) Harry’s memoir from birth to meeting Meghan, 2) Harry’s memoir from meeting Meghan to the present, 3) Meghan’s memoir, 4) book on parenting.

Harry’s first memoir to be about Diana and the circumstances of her death.

Harry’s book postponed indefinitely.

Harry to rewrite his memoir to be more favorable to the royal family following Queen’s death and Charles’s ascension.

Harry’s book delayed to add chapters about Sussex split and divorce.

Charles to give Archie and Lili titles if Harry drops his memoir.

Harry’s book to cover William’s affair with Rose in great detail.

Harry to claim the IRA was behind Diana’s death like they were Lord Mountbatten’s death.

Harry to claim Charles’s inner circle was behind Lord Mountbatten and Diana’s deaths.

Diana is secretly alive.

Valentine Low’s book Courtiers will cause Sussexes to spiral – Harry to leave Meghan and return to the UK, Meghan to go into a narc rage and file lawsuits. (Interviews - Harry still living in US.)

Harry’s book to allege the BRF arranged Diana’s death to look like an accident.

Harry eloped with Meghan in Botswana on the second or third date.

Harry will attack Philip in new memoirs, reveal racism and classism against Meghan.

Rumor tracking anon - post #3 of 3

CONFIRMED.

These are rumors / theories proven true. Everything is from Spare unless otherwise noted.

Harry has an inferiority complex against William and plays “anything you an do I can do better” games via PR because of it.

Meghan’s neediness/insecurity lost Harry all his friends.

Sussex security lawsuits are because of Harry’s active-duty Afghanistan service and his belief that because he killed Taliban soldiers, they’re out for him.

Meghan and Harry’s drug/substance abuse issues are true.

Meghan wanted Diana’s tiaras for the wedding.

Archie pregnancy was announced at Eugenie’s wedding to family.

Meghan made Kate cry.

Sussexes planned a year-long PR strategy to reconcile with The Queen after the Netflix series and Harry’s memoir came out, probably saying they were pushed into being mean by producers/editors, to get more material for new content.

Since The Queen died, the reconciliation strategy reshifted its focus to Charles and William - they want back in for coronation and investiture content.

Meghan was clearly uninvited or disinvited to Balmoral as the Queen was dying.

Sussex tantrums delayed the others from the chance to be with The Queen before she died.

Sussexes were told off for their behavior while the Queen was dying.

Memoir was delayed to add content about Jubilee and Queen’s Funeral.

Meghan was furious about the way she was treated at the funeral but will pretend it doesn’t bother her to support the reconciliation strategy.

Harry’s memoir to be published in 2023.

Meghan leaked/planted stories that William forbade her from traveling to Balmoral.

Harry to go on a US book tour of Spare; no visits to the UK.

Charlotte’s bridesmaid dress was intentionally poorly-made/poorly-fitted.

Meghan wanted an emerald tiara or a bigger-than-Mary’s-tiara for the wedding.

Sussexes wanted a big London wedding with a balcony kiss and appearance afterwards.

Diana’s engagement ring had always belonged to William, was never in Harry’s possession.

Sussexes take freebies from companies despite it being against royal protocols and standards of conduct.

Meghan used freebies to justify her behavior towards KP staff.

Harry never kicked his teenage drug problem.

The BRF / Charles covered up Harry’s behavior and drug issues.

Harry’s book to go after William and Kate to delegitimize their royal status and office.

Royal family parentified William to Harry after Diana’s death.

Harry sees Kate as a “wicked stepmother”-like figure who stole William from him.

Meghan to write a tell-all about the BRF.

Meghan manipulated or threatened her staff/bullying victims (requiring NDAs, threatening to give bad references, holding their mistakes over them, etc.) to keep them from reporting mistreatment.

Meghan is jealous of Kate because of what she means to Harry and presented to Harry and Charles as Kate’s physical opposite.

Harry is in love with Kate in a not-brotherly way. (Interview)

Harry wants to move back to the UK. (Interview)

Meghan intends to sell her private journals from being a royal for large profit. (Interview)

Lawyers were involved with the book because of inconsistencies and demands to edit out inflammatory parts. (Scobie confirmed with a tweet about 50 pages being removed.)

All bridesmaid dresses were poorly made / poorly fitted except Ivy’s.

Meghan was an escort or involved in pay-for-play Soho schemes.

Sussex bullying allegations are true.

Camilla didn’t want to marry Charles, just wanted to stay his longtime companion in Gloucester. (Anonymous friends defense)

No ranking members of the BRF speak to the Sussexes due to risk of private conversations being used for public content / public argument. (Post-Spare article saying they speak through lawyers)

All necessary information the Sussexes need are shared via embassy, consulates, and secure lines to prevent direct 1:1 contact between Sussexes and senior royals.

Charles communicates with/handles Harry through writing only.

Meghan had a heavy hand in the writing of Harry’s memoir.

Harry never actually saw any combat, so claims that he killed 25 Taliban are an embellishment to justify need for security and IPP status.

Harry suffers from drug-induced paranoia and memory loss.

Harry to lash out over criticism about his book and silence from the BRF.

Meghan made up and spread the rumor about William having had an affair. (Post-Spare articles)

Harry used active-duty Afghanistan service to justify need for a more expensive wedding than William.

#rumor tracking anon

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apopcornkernel · 1 year ago

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trick or treat!

(may I request to hear something about your current fave WIP? any fandom!)

jing yuan/fu xuan from hsr, set during the propaganda movement!!!! i've actually already posted a snippet of this already

it's. admittedly crazy. the characters are from a chinese game set in a xianxia type of world, but i read ranichi's wonderful sherlock propaganda movement fic (isang suri sa escarlata, tagalog for a study in scarlet) and realized: hey!!! i can do that too!!!!

couple in the fact that we're currently learning this topic in history and boy was i absolutely ready to go hehe

the propaganda movement is basically what we call the political efforts of filipinos during the late 19th century, where they were circulating "propaganda" to bring awareness to all the problems the filipinos experienced as a peoples colonized by spain. a big portion of its proponents were ilustrados, basically middle to upper class filipinos who went to europe to get educated and brought back these notions of liberalism and nationalism. the propaganda movement had several goals but the main one was for the philippines to be recognized as a province of spain and for the filipinos to be granted the rights of a citizen — the movement calling for complete independence would be a little later!

"but poppy," everyone is secretly wondering, "how the fuck did you put chinese people in a filipino nationalist movement"

SURPRISE!!!! ✨ mestizos de sangleyes ✨ (chinese mestizos)

the chinese routinely immigrated into the philippines over the centuries, and a sizable portion would also stay and intermarry with local women! our (unofficial) national hero himself, jose rizal, was ⅛? chinese i think!

so i made jing yuan a mestizo de sangley who's currently in europe with the rest of the propagandists! but then i thought to myself, idk, i kinda don't want to also do that to fu xuan. and then i remembered!! chinese people were STILL coming to the ph to do business or to come settle, like it's not just a one-time thing. so i made her a newer immigrant hehe

this is where my advantage as filipino chinese kicks in, because a HUGE portion of chinese immigrants, then and now, come from the province of fujian. the heritage language would be hokkien for a lot of people including jingfu WHICH IS GREAT BECAUSE I CAN SPEAK IT 💥 (sort of. hashtag diaspora struggles) 💥

soooo. i think that's kinda it HAHAHA but yeah while i was (and am still) researching things for this au i discovered i actually, really really really enjoy reading up on this stuff 😭 especially learning about the chinese presence in the philippines bc even tho im relatively "newer" (around early 20th century i think) it's still something to see how your culture has impacted and continues to impact the country you live in hehe. like do you guys know tagalog also has many hokkien influences!! and some filipino/spanish sounding surnames like lacson, tuazon, etc are actually derived from hokkien words!!!! its very cool long story shirt hehe

thank you sm coco for letting me ramble about thissss <3

#poppy speaks #ask #jingfu #poppy talks about writing instead of writing #jingfu propaganda movement au #filipino au

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sakumasmut · 2 years ago

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Midinon here

Hey, how's it going with your life? Did anything remarkable happen?

So I've been thinking about some scenarios related to sex, and I want to know which character(s) you think fits the best to the scenario

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- them making a drink for you, and secretly drugging it with an aphrodisiac

- them searching for hours about sex positions/how to do aftercare and foreplay etc, or asking their friends

- going on a date with them, and they keep teasing your thigh/crotch (consensual of course)

- doing the pocky game with them, they offer the pocky which is covered in chocolate which makes you horny

- them buying the most random sex related stuff off of an online store, like a sex pillow or a specific incense

- them trying to seduce you by trying to pole dance with something that looks like a pole like a lantern

- you finding out a secret place in their closet, which has the kinkiest shit in there, and they're just saying something like: "yeah, my buddy asked me to hide them from their s/o" or some other stupid lie

- you falling asleep on their lap, and you accidentally get too close to their crotch, making them horny. When you wake up, they're like "uh yeah you got me horny, wanna fuck?"

- them putting plushies, varying from size, everywhere on and near the bed before asking you to have sex

hi! I don’t think anything super interesting happened, just regular school and stuff. this post might get long because of my responses so I’ll put it under the cut.

drugged drink-natsume, ibara, mika, rinne. natsume is the biggest aphrodisiac enjoyer in the cast imo, so he’d want to experiment on you sometimes. ibara also has a collection of them to try out, he loves to see you desperate and needy for him. mika, I think if he hadn’t had sex with you in a while and wanted to get you to initiate it. rinne would do it for fun to fuck around and totally tease you once you come to him for help.

researching sex-mao, makoto, chiaki, nagisa, kaoru, souma

mao probably gets position ideas from his manga and has to look up if they’re actually possible to do. makoto doesn’t fuck often so he looks up guides too, always embarrassed while reading them. nagisa probably would read sex help books like the kuma sutra because of an interest in sex, and he picks up on the tips very quickly. chiaki is very nervous when it comes to sex, so he tends to ask for tips from kaoru. kaoru is actually fairly experienced, but he also gets nervous like chiaki so he looks up guides a lot even if he knows the tips already. souma is very inexperienced, and asks keito and kuro directly for advice. they usually have sound advice after the initial surprise reaction.

teasing on a date-wataru, subaru, hiyori, rinne, ritsu

wataru uses his hair often to fondle you while being discreet. subaru usually gets bored during dates and starts teasing you to get reactions, same with hiyori and rinne. if ritsu insists on going home early he’ll tease you for the quickest get out card, though he expects to pay the price later in bed.

horny pocky-natsume, niki, arashi

again natsume is the aphrodisiac guy, he’s probably the guy that made it in the first place to trick you. niki doesn’t realize the chocolate is laced, but he eats a few sticks for himself too so it doesn’t matter too much when you’re both lusting for each other. arashi thinks the pocky game is adorable, but could be spiced up more for the aftermath.

random purchases-hiyori

hiyori has the money to waste. he’s spending it all on various sex related stuff, half he doesn’t even use. at least sex with him will usually involve new gadgets every time.

pole dancing-rinne, arashi, wataru

rinne would wanna mess with you in public so he starts trying to pole dance, though he isn’t actually that good at it. arashi and wataru actually do know how to dance though, so expect to be turned on by their movements despite the odd usage of a street lamp.

closet secret-mao, makoto, keito, koga

mao and keito both have a lot of erotica material, and the more hardcore ones they have to hide in the same place they put their toys. makoto has a lot of secret kinks that he looks up online, but he does own a few specific toys to suit his tastes like beads. koga has a lot of petplay stuff that he tries to pass off as for leon, but the size of the collars and such make it obvious it’s for himself

sleep near crotch-mao, yuzuru, mayoi, mika, jun, kaoru

this fits multiple idols honestly. they all can’t help but to get hard, though their way of asking/demanding you to please them changes sometimes

plushies-mika

mika canonically loves plushes, he definitely enjoys sex even with them on the bed, or he purposefully want to keep them on for or encouragement

#nsft es!!#enstars smut #thirsts #midinon

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leontyne · 11 months ago

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My birthday has never been important or special. I was the middle kid of 5 and only girl so you'd think there'd be something there but alas.

My birthday falls in December. It's too close to Christmas to be remembered. Too close to Christmas to be worth the hassle. Not close enough to fall into that "it's both your birthday and Christmas present" category.

I realized my birthday was a burden when I was 11-12. I woke up excited, as you do. I always was that kid that never mentioned the day, I didn't like the idea of seeming greedy and I always secretly wondered if I'd be forgotten. I think it was around lunchtime it clicked for my parents. They seemed frustrated about something, wished me a happy birthday and told me they had to go visit someone (aunt?) And then I could open my presents.

When they came home they gave me a shopping bag full of this and that, the only things I remember now is the colouring book and one of those generic art supply packs we all probably got at one time or another. Nothing was wrapped but I didn't really focus on that. Nothing was wrong per say, I was big on art at the time. It took me a little to click that they had forgotten about me.

I remember every year after that feeling like I wasn't allowed to talk about my birthday coming up because it was a bother, it was so close to Christmas that of course they'd be broke and busy and shouldn't have to deal with that stress.

I stopped asking for things. If I was asked, I'd offer the cheapest thing I hadn't the time to get myself. One year dad built me a tv cabinet. Beautiful thing but 10 years later I no longer had a tiny block tv but a plasma followed by an lcd. I didn't have the room anymore so I was made to feel guilty about having to get rid of it. It truly was lovely..

I never had a party growing up and whenever I went to parties we couldn't afford gifts which I didn't understand at the time, I just thought you didn't take anything. Everyone else did, so I always felt terrible but always forgot by the next party.. there weren't many.. maybe 4?

On my 18th I had 2 parties. One organised by my college friends, one by my mum. The first was with friends at a bowling alley with cake and my favourite people. My 2nd eldest brother also came but it took a while to realize he'd come to hit on my friends. That's another story. Never mind. The second party was at home and involved alcohol, a bbq, my parents, 2 eldest brothers and 2 cousins and one of their gfs. We went to the pub for a drink then went home again. The night ended in a fight between the cousin and gf and didn't really make an impression.

I've had birthdays without any gifts, birthdays without any calls, birthdays wrapping my own stuff to unwrap again on the day, birthdays where I was made to feel bad for checking if I was still allowed to have the $50 they'd give me instead of a gift, birthdays where my friends had me spend my money on them for junk jewelry, birthdays where I simply cried in my room until the day was gone.

My birthday is not special. It was never special.

I am in my early 30s now, I have a death anniversary to share with it (obviously not their fault), I have no girlfriend or children, my family is busy with nibblings and hospital and Christmas.. f**king Christmas.. which I now take almost complete responsibility for, for my nibblings on my mother's behalf because otherwise they'll run themselves into debt at the last second.

So I just don't mention it anymore. If I'm asked, I ask for an exacto knife, a watering can, a charger, a book. Most of the time this just gets my hope up and they forget anyway so that's also fine.

I'm not one to point any of this out though. If I did I'd feel terrible for even wanting something nice to happen. I'd feel terrible for the guilt they may feel or the financial strain I'd put on them or I'd simply feel like anything that did happen was born of pity and not want in celebrating the day.

So I just buy myself a nice pair of converse or a game or a movie and just move past it and start counting down again.

But sometimes.. sometimes I wonder if I could ask a stranger, a pretty lady with kindness in her eyes, if she could spend the day with me. Make me feel like that day means the world to her because it's the day I was born. Make me feel loved and worth it and special and individual. Maybe a swim at the gorge, a walk around town, a stop in at the book store, a picnic in the park, a cozy night in with my favourite movies, trashy take out and some star gazing, falling asleep in a huge ass fort we made in the lounge while telling secrets and stories no one else knows. She wouldn't have to love me. She wouldn't have to know me. It'd just be enough for her to pretend that I was important for that one day.

The day is close and my heart is breaking and I just can't wait for it to be gone again.

Perhaps someone will remember the day this year past fb wishes and awkward texts that only come once a year.

Perhaps I'll stop hoping and it'll stop hurting.

Perhaps.

#depressing shit #dont mind my rambling #nevermind #ill be fine

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savoies · 3 years ago

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3 times he asked you to hang out + one time you figured out it was because he liked you - nick blankenburg.

summary: nick likes you so he's always asking you to hang out, but at what point does he tell you, or will he ever tell you?

specified pronouns: she/her.

word count: 1.4k (woowee)

warnings: none?

a/n: abc anon, thanks for helping me with this one. I wrote this right after I became a blanks simp so hope you enjoy. (:

“Hey Y/N want to come to our game tonight, i promise i'll make it worth your while and score a goal for you?” Nick said as he approached you and Brendan, both of you currently studying for your upcoming economics exam.

Briss just smiled at the current situation taking place in front of him, knowing that his captain had the biggest crush on you. Him now hiding the smirk evident on his face with a book as Blanks asked you to come to his game.

“Actually I wasn't planning on coming out tonight. You know I like supporting you guys but I really have to drill this econ information into my mind.” You told the 5’9” boy in front of you.

“I don’t know Y/N, he’s promising you a goal and you know we need all the goals we can get.” Brendan said, winking at Blanks.

“I mean we can maybe even go out after if you want.” Nick said “I mean with everyone else. Like all of us together as a group.” He added after, not wanting it to seem like he was asking you on a date. I mean of course he would've loved to do that but right now it just didn't seem like the right time.

“I mean I guess I can make it out, as long as Briss and I can squeeze in some more study time right now.” You told him.

“Oh yeah yeah of course, i'll let you two get back to your studying.” he said as he walked away with a smile on his face, bumping into one of the tables.

“Watch out, there's a table there.” Brendan told Nick, as he secretly gave him two thumbs up when you weren't looking.

Let’s just say that Nick did indeed make a goal for you and after when you guys celebrated the guys’ win, the whole night was spent talking in one of the corners, a small smile laying on Nick’s face every time he got you to laugh after a joke he made.

II.

Everyone on the Umich men’s hockey team knew that Nick Blankenberg had a huge crush on you and yet the 23 year old was way too afraid to ever say anything. So this is when the guys thought that they could potentially make the whole process of it quicker.

Nick had invited all the boys + you to breakfast and now as Nick waited for everyone to show up the only person that did show up was you. The boys decided consecutively that they weren't going to show up so then it could just be the two of you.

He knew what this was about, I mean it wasn't like all the dudes to not show up and decline free food. If one or two of them hadn't shown up this wouldn't have seemed suspicious but all of them not showing up did and he made a mental note to yell at them later.

So here he sat and as you approached he got up to hug you. “So is everyone else late or am I just really early.” You asked him as you wrapped your arms around his warm body and then sat in front of him.

“Actually uhm I don’t think the rest of them are coming, something came up.” He said, hoping that you didn't think it was awkward, just the two of you here.

“You could leave if you want, don’t think just because I'm alone here you need to feel forced to stay.” He said, playing nervously with his hands.

“Well I think I will stay, perfect opportunity to get to know the captain of the umich hockey team better.” You told him with a small smile on your face. The rest of the morning was spent with both of you exchanging facts about each other, maybe the guys not showing up did actually work in favor of Nick.

III.

“Y/N you're coming to the party right?” Nick asked you as everyone sat in the dining hall.

“Yeah bords invited me earlier.” You told him. You were currently talking to Kent about one of the classes both of you were taking when Thomas turned around and whispered simp in Nick’s ear.

You were quite excited for the party. Not because you were a huge partier just because wherever you were in the company of Nick you always ended up having a good time.

~~~

You got there a bit on the later side, the house already filled up with college students, you looking through the crowd to hopefully spot a familiar face. Nick soon approaching you.

“Hey you, might I interest you in a drink.” He said as he handed you a red solo cup.

“Do you know what it is or…?” You asked him not sure if you were willing to put a mysterious drink in your system.

“I am not exactly sure, something Briss poured me.” Nick said.

“No offense to Briss but I don't exactly trust his taste in alcohol.” You said, both of you letting out a laugh. “I'm gonna get a new drink, you coming?” You asked Blanks as you headed for the kitchen, him following you like a lost puppy.

After getting your drink you leaned on the cold countertop as Nick stood across from you. “So are you actually going to talk to me or are we gonna just stand here awkwardly staring at each other?” you asked him as he avoided eye contact with you.

“Uhm the weather's nice right.” Nick spoke up after clearing his throat.

“Really Nicholas, you're going to ask me about the weather. Oh how was your day y/n? My day was great thanks for asking Nick, how was yours. Wow really, that's good to hear.” You told him as he just stood there letting out a chuckle at your attempt to mimic him.

“Ok fine fine. Any plans this weekend?” Nick asked you.

“Not really, I mean if you are free we can always hang out, I mean that is if you want to.” You replied. After the whole only us two at breakfast you realized that Nick was actually a pretty great person to hang out with, so you definitely wanted to spend more of your free time around him.

“Oh uhm no i'm not free, no i mean i am free i have no plans. We could totally hang out.” He stumbled over his words. Nolan came over to get a drink, currently watching the exchange between his captain and friend take place, not being able to take it any longer.

“Blanks you are going to hate me for this but I can't handle the sexual tension between you guys any longer. None of us can. Y/N Blanks likes you like hardcore and if you guys could just get together that would be great for all of us. That is all. I will now let you guys be. Thank you and goodbye” Nolan said as he took his drink from the kitchen and left both of you guys there staring at each other.

“Wait Nick is that true?” You told him, taking in his features under the harsh party lights.

“Uhm yeah maybe god yes it is i like you, hell i might even love you.” He told you. Now this might have been a bit straight forward on your part but after all the times Nick had invited you out and all the times you enjoyed having conversations with him and now his friend blurting out that he liked you, you just felt like it was right to go for it. You leaned in and kissed him, holding his face in your hands. Both of you leaning into each other. Nick was freaking out, he was literally kissing the girl of his dreams.

“Woah.” Nick said as both of you pulled apart.

“Woah indeed, so like can our hang out be a date or is that like too soon.” You asked him.

“No yeah no it could definitely be a date.” He said as he stood there with the biggest smile on his face.

“Hell yeah, you see that. I made that happen.” Nolan said as whoop and hollers were heard from all of the guys.

“Nope, it was definitely a consecutive team effort.” Matty said.

Let’s just say that after Nolan had done the whole love confession for Blanks you and Nick were a couple in a short amount of time after and it definitely had to do with Nolan blurting it out because we all know that Nick would have still been too nervous to tell you.

#this is a scheduled post!#not proofread #nick blankenburg #umich hockey x reader #umich hockey #hockey fic #hockey fics #hockey blurb #hockey blurbs #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #ari writes #its the birthday fic 🥳#hockey boys #hockey #i wrote this in november and its still my fav thing ever

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fairytheo · 3 years ago

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enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for.

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,,

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;]

f a s h i o n c o u p l e

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements.

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise.

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>)

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED .

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!!

MIRROR SELCAS

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P”

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!)

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,,

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies)

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !!

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

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one-possible-erin · 2 years ago

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As far as the wizard game goes, if someone reams a person out for merely WANTING to play it, I kind of think they’re the one being a jerk. And I lean toward “giving JKR money at this point is not great,” FWIW, but I feel like a lot of people on this site seem to regard personal media consumption as the pinnacle of morality in a way that does not make sense to me.

But that aside -- most times, at least in my experience with OCD, the intrusive thought is fundamentally not about believing or wanting that thing. It’s about being SCARED that I believe or want that thing, specifically BECAUSE I am horrified by the idea of believing or wanting that thing. Yes, that sounds cracked and fundamentally makes no sense, but that’s how OCD is! It’s a super shitty mental illness that inherently makes no sense!

Your dad handled it great when you had the scary thought about hurting the fish, IMO. I have also occasionally, over the years, had intrusive thoughts about harming a beloved dog in a horrible way, and it was beyond awful. Today, when my OCD is under much better control, I am able to say that it’s 100% not because I wanted to harm my pet. Unfortunately, when I was a kid who was not diagnosed or even aware that this form of OCD was a thing, the thought “stuck,” as someone else put it, and I was terrified that having the thought meant either that I secretly wanted to hurt my pet or would actually do it somehow against my own will, and lay awake sobbing and terrified while also feeling like I could never ever let anybody know, because I was raised in a particularly literal-minded Christian denomination that said thinking something was morally the same as doing it.

In the early stages of discovering what OCD was (in, like, college, so bunches of years of this), I was incredibly relieved to learn that the distress these intrusive thoughts caused me was evidence that no, I in fact did not want or believe the thing that was causing me anguish. So for a short time, I relied on that.

Unfortunately, when you have OCD, your brain fucking hates you. It always finds a way around. And with “pure O” OCD, the compulsion often took the form of “checking in” with myself. OK, had that thought again, it’s still distressing, obviously it’s just the OCD. But what if it didn’t distress me quite as much as the last time? Does this mean that I actually do want that thing now? What if that flare of anxiety was actually excitement? Lather, rinse, repeat.

Honestly, as bad as it was being scared every night as a child for literal years that the house would burn down, it could not top the scrupulosity for suffering, because now not only were the thought spirals ruining my own life, I worried that I could end up causing other people/animals harm as well. (A particularly stupid/hilarious-in-retrospect example was the period of several months when I was like ten that I became scared that I could have AIDS -- spoiler, there was no way I could have had AIDS -- and if I forgot to wash my hands I might give my family AIDS as well, but I also couldn’t tell them because it was too embarrassing.)

I mean, maybe that particular OCD spiral did speak badly of the morality of 10-year-old me -- my family’s lives vs. my own embarrassment! And maybe later on, the “willingness to entertain” bad thoughts in the interest of getting past them also speaks poorly of my own morality, but you know what? I no longer care enough not to employ those tactics, because at that point it was literally a matter of survival. If I kept on that way, I was going to be miserable 24/7 at best and dead of suicide at worst. If that sounds dramatic, oh well.

Aaaaaaand I am spiralling hard now in a way that I haven’t in over a decade, so I am going to have to tap out for at least the rest of the evening, sorry.

I think "soy" vs "estoy" might very well be part of the issue here. I'm pretty sure "there are no bad thoughts" is shorthand for "I'm not morally responsible for my awful intrusive thoughts." They are "bad" in that they are causing distress, but they are not "bad" in the sense of reflecting the morals and values of the person thinking them.

Yeah, I think that's it. To me, "there are no bad thoughts" means "it's okay to entertain any idea."

And that... to me there's a lot that depends on. I'd say more here, and actually typed out something very long and specific, but I'm pretty sure Tumblr's reading comprehension would surely take it to mean I endorse certain ideas I absolutely do not, so... paragraph deleted.

So like... the wizard game. People seem very alarmed that people would think "I want to play the wizard game."

In a way they wouldn't be if they really believed "wanting to play is having a thought. Having a thought is neutral in every case, no matter the content thereof. Want all you want, just don't play."

Hence to me it makes a little more sense to say "yeah, I can't actually assert there's no thought it's ever bad to have. I'm pretty sure everyone thinks some thoughts are bad, when pressed about something that upsets them intensely enough. Nobody's actually neutral on everything.

"BUT the mere fact that one has thoughts doesn't have a clear, much less a specific and obvious meaning. It's possible for them to be random, and it's also possible for them to not be random and to reveal something about a person, but not what one might think.

"Like maybe I'm, idk, wondering how pedophiles feel because they scare me, not because I am one. That's a reason to think about them that has nothing to do with approval or endorsement."

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bratkook · 4 years ago

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not yet. jjk

not yet, almost, right now pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, some angst, pg-13 word count. 4.1k warnings. mentions of infidelity, some feelings come to light, unrequited pining, spur of the moment kissing, light grinding on the dance floor, jungkook pops a boner and wants to cry</3 summary. jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship note. this is based off a request sent a while back for numbers #43 and #67 from this prompt list! (i think this might turn into a small drabble series...mayhaps)

Jungkook can spot your discomfort easily, the occasional colorful light bouncing off your face showing him the flash of anger in your eyes. The only reason he’s not currently running for the hills, knowing very well how mean you can get when angry, is because your glare isn’t being sent at him. Not yet at least.

Because of this, he allows himself to enjoy the cute way your nose scrunches up, lips twisting in displeasure as you stare at the crowd of people, eyes locked onto an unlucky bystander. Honestly, he wishes he could hear your thoughts, wanting to know exactly what has your panties in a bunch, ruining your mood instead of letting you enjoy the expensive fruity drink he had just bought you as payment for allowing him to drag you out of the house. Jungkook isn’t a mind reader though, so he decides on his next best option.

“Who’s got you looking all sour?” he sighs, resting his elbow on the counter of the bar as he inches closer to you, head at your level in an attempt to match your line of sight.

“Him,” you seethe, brows pinching together, showing those light wrinkles in between them, a product of how expressive you were and definitely something Jungkook always teases you about.

Jungkook can only hum in question, eyes squinting in the low light as he attempts to find the him you’re talking about. With a slight turn of your head, you’re inches from Jungkook’s cheek, the obvious look of confusion etched onto his soft features letting you know he was absolutely lost. With a soft huff your fingers are gripping his cheeks and moving his face in the right direction, free hand pointing as discreetly as you could to the man in question.

You know he spots him, you can feel his jaw tense underneath your grip. What you don’t feel is the sudden guilt that fills him up, sloshing in his stomach and mixing with the liquor he just drank until he feels a little queasy. Jungkook instantly regrets coaxing you out of your little dungeon with the promise of cheering you up. If he had known the spawn of satan–dubbed your ex boyfriend and also the reason why you were in a downward spiral–would be here, he would have just let you rot in your bed like you originally wanted.

“Do you wanna go?” he mutters out, cheeks still squished by your slowly tightening grip, and he begins to accept the fact that you might just break his jaw right now. It’s fine, he thinks, he deserves it.

“No,” you grunt stubbornly, fingers finally releasing him as you turn back around and choose to face the endless amount of bottles behind the bar. He may be the reason you were currently on a never ending cycle of watching sad, heartbreaking chick-flicks from the early 2000’s, dumping you with the lame excuse that you two were on different paths and he just wasn’t ready for commitment. It’s something you accepted, albeit jaw tense and eye twitching as you did so, but you figured you would eventually find your way back to each other.

Your mind was warped, believing you were meant to be, that this was just a mere bump in the road that you would laugh at together in the future.

That is, until he blocked you on all social media, and you had to hear from your best friend that he had moved on days later and was now with some blonde-haired, fresh faced, supermodel-esque woman that you could not get yourself to hate. Instead you took to endlessly scrolling through her instagram while you stuffed your face with milk chocolate and questioned why you had ever convinced yourself that you had a future with him.

“Good, he’s a dick and you shouldn’t let him ruin your night.” Jungkook grumbles, slinging his arm around you as you hold your forgotten drink by your lips. He had seen your relationship with Hajoon play out from the very beginning, knowing slightly more intimate details than he would like considering you were next door neighbors and happened to share a wall between your bedrooms.

The friendship you had with Jungkook blossomed right after you moved in four years ago, friendly neighborly talks morphing into actual conversations, and eventually inviting each other into your apartments where you would attempt to beat him at any game you had in your Nintendo switch. It was a great dynamic, providing the two of you with a sense of relief after your busy days at work.

Unfortunately, the second you got with Hajoon was the end of any of those playful matches, your ex’s jealousy making you distance yourself in an attempt to keep your relationship at bay.

Jungkook can’t say he didn’t see it coming, having heard the way you’d cry anytime you had an argument and your ex would leave, slamming the door behind him so hard Jungkook’s walls would rattle. It had become such a common occurence it was a shock he hadn’t marched out of his house, met Hajoon in the hall, and gave him a clean right hook in your honor.

He was secretly hoping you’d break up with the jerk for your own good–and maybe for his own personal reasons too. Your ex was right in being wary of Jungkook, knowing the way a boy's mind worked, sensing Jungkook’s feelings for you in a way you were too blind to see. Jungkook wasn’t a dick though, he could tell you wanted your relationship to work so he kept his distance.

When weeks went by without the sight of him he began to think you finally did it, a call for celebration that made him want to go over to your place to challenge you for a friendly match of Mario Kart like you used to.

Until he ran into you in the hall and took note of what a mess you were, his smile falling from his face when he saw how defeated you looked.

Your shameful confirmation that you had been royally dumped made his heart twist for you, his selfless tendencies urging him to help you feel better in any way he could. You were thankful for it, grateful that he was keeping you company while you moped around, providing you with just the right amount of distraction to allow you to breathe and slowly heal.

Honestly, today would have been just another day if it wasn’t what was supposed to be your two year anniversary. The second Jungkook heard the telltale sounds of The Notebook starting up in your bedroom—something he hadn’t heard through the drywall separating your rooms in weeks—is when he knew something was up.

Jump to: now.

With Jungkook looking sheepish and wishing he had chosen another bar, and you gripping the cup so hard it was a shock it hadn’t shattered in your grasp.

“He’s with her,” you whisper out harshly, head downcast, swirling the liquid around in your glass as you force yourself not to look back at them. The vision of them coddled up in the corner, her arms wrapped around his while she laughed at whatever he whispered in her ear had stung enough the first time, you weren’t jealous but the pain still lingered inside of you..

“Just try to ignore him. Don’t let it bother you,” he attempts to reassure you, the bass of the music muffling the way you try to deny the fact that you’re clearly upset, his attention now elsewhere.

Jungkook takes a chance and looks back once more, eyes narrowed as he searches for Hajoon in the crowd. He spots him with more ease the second time, seeing the way he lazily drinks from his glass while the blonde rests her head on his shoulder, lips moving as she tells him something that makes him smile.

“Oh shit,” Jungkook chokes, eyes widening slightly in shock when Hajoon meets his gaze. He’s been caught, too late for him to avert his eyes and pretend he wasn’t blatantly staring. He can only give him a tight-lipped smile that he hopes doesn’t come across as an invitation to come say hello.

“What?” you question, turning to stare at Jungkook and seeing the look on his face, doe eyes swirling with a mix of emotions.

“He saw me,” he speaks through clenched teeth, lips barely moving as he does so, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

“What?” you repeat harshly, setting the drink back down as your palms grow clammy, finger tugging at your shirt’s neckline when the air becomes thick and stuffy.

“Oh fuck, he’s coming.” Jungkook throws back the remainder of his drink, grimacing at the burn lingering in the back of his throat before placing the cup down. “Just follow along,” he whispers into your ear, standing tall as Hajoon approaches the two of you.

He’s ballsy, Jungkook will give him that, more so when he completely ignores Jungkook in favor of calling out your name.

“Y/N, oh my god is that you?”

Jungkook can’t stop the way he glares at the bastard, not even the small jab to his side that you deliver with your elbow is enough to wipe the look off his face. Still, you pause to breathe, shutting your eyes briefly before plastering a look of surprise on your features as you turn around to face him.

“Hajoon, what are you doing here?” Your voice has risen a few octaves, pitch surpassing the normal customer service voice and entering unhinged and borderline crazed territory. Hajoon doesn’t notice though, and neither does the girl strapped to his side, the two of them smiling at you and not giving Jungkook a glance.

“Oh, we’re just celebrating our four month anniversary.” The girl finally speaks up, giving Hajoon a kiss to the cheek and completely missing the way your face instantly falls. Her innocent statement has you coming to the sudden realization that this son of a bitch had been cheating on you for the last two months of your relationship.

Jungkoon spots it easily though, can sense the way your body tenses up beside him, no doubt will the rage flare up in the form of hot tears spilling over and onto your cheeks soon. One look at Hajoon’s pleased face is enough to not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the way he affects you.

“Young love,” Jungkook sighs, long arm pulling you into his side obnoxiously, seeing the way Hajoon eyes the two of you carefully. “I can relate. We’ve been together for...what is it again babe, five months?”

Hajoon doesn’t even attempt to be discreet, eyes bulging out and fist curling at his side. He had hated Jungkook the second he met him, intimidated by his physique and the way he made you laugh with ease, threatened by him in every sense. It was the reason he told you to cut ties with him, his fragile ego not trusting your neighbor, fully convinced all Jungkook would have to do was beckon you over for you to leave him.

Any man would feel threatened by him, just looking at him now with his long hair framing his face, the challenging glimmer in his eyes as he gauges the other’s reaction. Hajoon follows Jungkook’s arm, seeing how it snakes around your body and settles with his palms curling around your waist, fingers gently squeezing your skin.

Jungkook chuckles when Hajoon meets his gaze once more, free hand adjusting the yellow tinted sunglasses perched on his head—something that should make him look like an A class douchebag, because who the hell brings shades to a fucking club. But like all things, Jungkook makes it work.

All of this tied in with that small, white lie, makes Hajoon’s head spin in a jealous whirlwind. It was fine and dandy if he cheated on you but how dare you give him the same treatment, with your neighbor of all people.

“Five months?” He bites first, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you.

The insecurity is written all over his face, it almost makes him shrink in size and for some reason it fills you with confidence. You stand taller now, sliding your own arm around Jungkook’s side as you nuzzle into him.

“Almost six.” Those two words are the nails into his coffin of insecurity, probably increasing his trust issues for years to come, but considering it was no longer your problem, you don’t care.

“Wow, almost half a year. That’s so cute, isn’t it?” His girlfriend coos, perfectly manicured hand placed over her chest, totally missing the way Hajoon looks like a kicked puppy.

Now that he doesn’t have the one up, he’s no longer interested in sticking around, the gross green monster perched on his shoulder laughing at his misfortune.

“Adorable,” he grunts out. “We should get back to our table. It was nice seeing you.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before walking away, his girlfriend giving you a small wave before following behind him. The growing distance between you makes your muscles relax, sagging in relief as you release Jungkook’s side and hunch over the sticky bar.

“I think I'm gonna puke,” you groan out, eyes going crossed when you feel Jungkook rest two fingers against your lips, sending him a questionable stare.

“Please don’t, that drink was expensive. You’re only allowed to hurl as the grand finale of the night, and we’re just getting started.”

Jungkook smiles when you shut your eyes and groan, your mood was already down in the dumps, and despite the small rush you got from putting Hajoon in his place, you were still craving the comfort of your bed. “Can we go?”

The bartender proceeds to place a glass of water in front of you, assuming your slumped state was due to intoxication and not the gross remnants of running into an ex-boyfriend. You grab the glass regardless, taking a big gulp of the cool liquid and sighing when it helps calm you down.

“If you really want to go we can, but at least try to loosen up.” His smile is genuine, cheeks pushed out as he looks down at you with kind eyes. “We’ll stay on the opposite side, and if you’d still rather watch the Notebook for the millionth time, we can do that.”

With a half-hearted groan you nod, allowing Jungkook to order another round of drinks for you to enjoy before eventually dragging you out onto the dance floor. He knows how to keep the atmosphere up, goofy smile on his lips as he bobs his head along to the loud beat, hands clasped with yours and wiggling in time to the music.

“You love this song,” he manages to say through the noise, pulling you closer as he settles into a spot on the decently packed floor. You couldn’t even deny it, he heard just how often you played it through the paper thin walls. That playlist full of hit 2000’s songs was your guilty pleasure, and it was the main reason he had decided to bring you to this club on their themed night.

Jungkook was attentive, he knew so much about you and played it off casually, always listening to things you say you enjoy, storing them into a folder labeled under your name and shoved into a very important part of his brain.

You knew he was trying his best to get you to enjoy yourself, so you give in, beginning to sing along to the lyrics of an old song that brought back a flood of memories that made you smile back at him. Jungkook feels the first burst of success bloom inside him, joining in with your singing, raising up your clasped hands as you begin dancing.

The smile doesn’t leave his face as he stares down at you, the few drinks you’ve had loosening you up and allowing you to push the earlier thoughts away. He feels mesmerized, eyes locked onto you, the flash of colors painting your skin, illuminating you in alternating shades of purple and blue. His heart does that annoying thing where it skips and stutters in his chest, mouth drying up as you drop your head back and sway your hips, slowly loosening the grip in your hands and turning around until your back is dangerously close to his chest.

Jungkook’s hands hover in the air for a moment, panic over taking his brain as he tries to remain calm. He could do this—he has done this before—the two of you would go clubbing before you got with your ex, and dancing definitely played a big part of it. So why was his brain short circuiting?

Sure your ass was brushing up against his crotch with each sway of your hips, but you were dancing, so his mind and his dick could fuck right off. He shakes his head to clear any dirty thoughts as his hands loosely grip your hips, testing the water, and when you smile and look back at him he feels less wary and sways his hips in time with yours.

You can feel his chest brush against your back, breath fanning along your skin from his close proximity, only getting closer when you lift an arm back and hold his shoulder to pull him tighter against you. The heat sticks to your skin, thin shirt dampening with sweat from the warmth of the bodies around you, everyone in their own state of drunkenness as the bass flowed through their chests.

Going out like this had been something you missed, used to frequenting the bars and clubs by your apartment with your friends and Jungkook, something that came to a halt because your ex claimed he hated that kind of scene. Something that was clearly a lie considering he was here now, enjoying himself as him and his new girlfriend danced along.

You didn’t realize when he made his way onto the dance floor, enough distance separating you, but now that you had spotted him you feel like he’s way too close for comfort. In a similar position to you and Jungkook, Hajoon is free to look around while his girlfriend dances on him, eyes locked onto you with a smirk that makes your skin crawl.

Jungkook is too lost in the music to notice where your attention has gone, earlier effects of the alcohol settling into his bloodstream, warming him up in that familiar way he welcomes. When the song changes, flowing into the next bass heavy anthem, you turn around in his grasp, giving him a brief glance before your hands are gripping his cheeks and bringing him down into a messy kiss.

This is definitely something he’s never done with you before.

A muffled sound of confusion is swallowed by you as he quickly falls into the motion, large palms gripping your hips, slowly sliding up your back before lightly tangling into your hair to deepen the kiss. Jungkook can taste the liquor on your tongue, mixing with his own as your tongue slips between his lips. He has no idea what came over you but his racing heart and buried crush don’t let him question it, soft lips smacking with yours, not heard between the thrumming music.

Your fingers feel the warmth of his cheeks, how he blushes into the kiss but you attribute it to the alcohol pumping through him. Harsh breaths fan across your face as he groans, lightly pulling back for a gasp of air but you don’t allow it. “No, don’t pull away. Not yet.”

And who is he to argue with that, blindly letting you bring your lips back together in a messy kiss. Your small pleas for him to continue has all the blood rushing to his cock, the ache felt in his jeans when it starts to harden, pressing into the denim uncomfortably and only getting worse when you gently bite down onto his lip before inching back.

“Is he still looking?” you question, breath jagged as you peer up at Jungkook’s dazed expression.

“What?” he dumbly replies, lips swollen and shiny, eyes still focused on your own as he makes an attempt to reconnect your lips. But then your question dawns on him, like a bucket of ice cold water, it sobers him up instantly. Is he still looking?

This was all for show.

“He’s on the far right.” You motion your head in the direction and observe his face when his eyes move over to check if Hajoon was in fact still there. He does spot him heading out in a hurry though, girlfriend trailing behind him as he exits the club entirely

“No, just saw him leave.” Jungkook clears his throat, fingers slipping out of your hair and settling down over your back just like before. He hopes his solemn expression isn’t amplified by the lights flashing across his face, trying his best to act unaffected, as if he didn’t just pop a boner on the dance floor over a revenge make-out session.

Luckily you don’t spot his fallen expression, a wide smile spreading across your face in victory, happy that you had successfully put him in his place.

“I’m so sorry for kissing you.” You gasp in realization, unknowingly pouring salt in the wound when you act as if kissing him was something you would never do if it wasn’t in an attempt to piss off your ex.

“No, it’s okay,” he waves off and smiles, eyes glancing over to the bar once more. Jungkook needed a drink, maybe five—actually he wouldn’t mind going home and watching The Notebook now, that would surely give him a reason to cry with no questions asked.

He starts to walk back to the bar with you by his side, the sad look you had earlier entirely gone, replaced with a giddy smile and a pep in your step, so he can’t say he's too upset.

“God, you should’ve seen how mad he looked when he saw us dancing together,” you giggle, standing inches from him as he orders another drink. Before he can respond, you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in for a hug.

A hug, really?

Still, Jungkook sighs and wraps his own arms around your waist, a defeated smile on his face that he hides as he lets his chin rest over your head. The dip in his head makes the yellow tinted frames fall over his eyes and when he pulls back you snort at the visual, finger gently poking the bridge of them.

“You look good in those.”

His drink gets placed in front of him then, giving him a good excuse to avoid stumbling over his words from your compliment, choosing to take a gulp of the hard liquor, wincing when it burns his throat. “Thank you,” he rasps out, grimacing at the taste and it just makes you giggle.

“I should be thanking you. You need to be my fake boyfriend more often.”

Even more salt poured into his wound, topped with a dash of lemon juice in the form of your playful smile and nudge to his ribs, it stings. His heart ache in his chest, more so when he realizes his stupid boner was still going strong. Thankfully the dark lights prevent you from seeing it, the last thing he needed was further embarrassment.

The yellow frames are placed back over his head as he takes another sip, nodding along to your statement with what he hopes comes across as a genuine smile on his lips once he sets his cup down. “Anytime you want Y/N.”

“I know this night didn’t end with the grand finale of me puking, but do you wanna go home and watch movies? No sappy romance ones, I'm not in the mood for crying anymore.”

He finishes his drink with ease, quickly closing his tab as he agrees. “Yeah, just let me go to the bathroom real quick.”

You might not be in the mood for crying but he definitely was; he also needed to handle the situation in his jeans, and what better night to stoop this low than tonight. His own version of a grand finale coming in the form of jerking off in the dirty bar bathroom while maybe shedding a tear or two.

“Okay! I’ll call an uber,” you announce cheerfully, allowing him to walk away as you settle onto one of the sticky bar stools.

Jungkook’s chest feels heavy as he walks to the bathroom, slipping into the small room and locking the door behind him. His forehead rests against the dirty door, eyes falling shut with a groan. He wishes he had the guts to confess to his crush, needing to push the fear of ruining the friendship away from his mind, wanting to gather possible clues that could indicate that you might feel the same.

One day, but not yet.

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years ago

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Prompt: Instead of shattering Dad Nie's saber to kill his pride, he shatters Baxia - and thus Nie Mingjue. What better way to punish a man who dared to think anything of his could rival Wen Ruohan? Only, Nie Mingjue survives... and Baxia does too. Of course, sharing Nie Mingjue's body, neither of them is quite the same...

Curse-breaker (Chapter 1/4)

- ao3 -

"I see," Wen Ruohan said, his teeth slightly gritted, his irritation plain and obvious for all to see. "Indeed, I must concede that Sect Leader Nie's saber is finer than the one I own; it is undeniable. Lao Nie, your saber."

He offered it back, plainclothes-wrapped hilt first.

"You do my sect honor," Sect Leader Nie said with a wide grin, accepting the saber. "Our sabers are indeed the finest – and more than that, they get better with each generation. To tell you the truth, my friend: this one isn't mine, but my son's!"

He revealed the hilt, not anything like his own, and laughed, delighted by the joke he had played.

Wen Ruohan’s face contorted, growing pale in what everyone assumed was rage.

It was only later that Lao Nie, at least, recognized that it had been horror.

Nie Mingjue was screaming, and had not stopped screaming.

His throat was rent all to pieces, his fingers bloody from clawing at his own flesh, his eyes rolling around in his head as if by some inescapable fit -

"It's a qi deviation," one of the elders said. "Induced by the breaking of his saber. We should take him to the tombs."

"Fuck off," Lao Nie told them, as if saying the words would deny the truth. "He's too young!"

He put himself between them and his son.

"You shouldn't have let him take up the saber so young," the elder persisted, as if it had been Nie Mingjue’s fault that his son’s saber had been shattered by a man a century older than him, and all because of a dispute that had nothing to do with him. "You shouldn't have shown it to others, left it unguarded -"

"Do you think I don't know that?!" Lao Nie roared, abruptly pushed beyond his limits. "Do you think that I don't already regret...!"

He regretted. Oh, how he regretted!

He had not regretted a single thing in his life since the day his father had told him that he would one day die, and how. Even back then, he had swallowed down the regret without choking on it: he had accepted it, understood it, and resolved to live the life he had left to him to the utmost. What good, he had reasoned, would regret do? Would it win him a single additional day of life? Would it wring out a single ounce of additional joy from the days he did have?

There was no point in regret.

Whether that was the right decision or not, he didn’t know, but it was the one he made, and he stuck with it.

His whole life, Lao Nie had been reckless and carefree even by the already low standards of his family. He was always indulging in familiar pleasures and searching for new experiences, doing whatever he could to excite a palate already starting to grow jaded. He broke hearts as easily as he won them, and had what even he admitted was the worst taste in partners imaginable, attracted as he was to danger and death as if to an old and much-beloved friend. He laughed at the idea of risk or consequences, taking care only for his sect, which he loved; everything else was negotiable, or so he'd thought. He'd scared the wits out of most of his family time and time again, and - perhaps as recompense - had grown his first grey hair dozens of years too early. To this day, he still didn't know whether the reason everyone called him Lao Nie so often that even he thought of himself that way was because they were genuinely fond of him, because of the premature black-and-white mix of his hair, or perhaps just as some unspoken prayer that he finally get over himself and grow up.

If it was the last, it hadn’t worked. Even as he’d gotten older, he hadn’t changed one bit.

The only thing that had changed was that he’d finally found something he loved more than his sect.

He loved his children.

He loved his children, whether the righteous and too-serious Mingjue with his secret penchant for tears or the flippant and carefree Huaisang who was lazier than a slug in the sun. He loved them and he, unlike his father before him, did not burden them over-early with knowledge that would only be an itch under their skin that slowly drove them mad.

He loved them.

And now one of them was dying – because of him.

"You should take him to the tombs," the elder said, and ignored the crash of the chair Lao Nie threw at their head. "You let him become a man of our sect, Lao Nie. Do him the honor of letting him die as one.”

“You…!”

“Or do you think you are being kind, leaving him like this?"

Lao Nie looked down at his son, his Mingjue, the baby he’d held in his arms and the toddler he’d taught to walk and the child he’d chased and the teenager he’d taught the saber. His boy, who was thrashing wildly on the bed, spitting up foam along with blood and weeping uncontrollably.

"A-die," Nie Mingjue whimpered, just as he had when he'd been younger and caught in the throes of fever or breaking a bone through his own misadventures. Tears streamed endlessly down his eyes, his brave little boy who was not-so-secretly a bit of a crybaby. "A-die, a-die, it hurts..."

Lao Nie closed his eyes in pain.

He regretted.

But it was too late now to regret.

"We'll take him to the tombs," he finally conceded, and for the first time in his life he truly felt old. "Just let me say goodbye."

If you go to the tombs, you will not come out.

Nie Mingjue might only be a child, thirteen or fourteen years old – he couldn’t remember clearly any longer which it was – but he had been a good student before that, reading faithfully through his sect’s histories and listening to his teachers. He knew enough to read between the lines, to reckon the subtle indications and the not-so-subtle hints: he knew, even before he’d been officially told, what it was that he faced down at the end of the road that his ancestors had built for him to walk.

The early death – the painful death – the silent tombs –

There had been so many whispers when he’d taken up his Baxia too early. How could he not know?

His father hadn’t wanted him to know, though. So he hadn’t said anything, and pretended he didn’t.

(Huaisang could be ignorant for real, he’d thought to himself. It’d be okay if he didn’t know.)

If you go to the tombs, you will not come out. You cannot go to the tombs!

Nie Mingjue opened his eyes.

He no longer screamed, even though the spiritual energy that had once felt rich and nourishing and strong now felt like corrosive acid scouring his veins, burning him from the inside out – it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, wasn’t still compelled too; it was only that he had screamed too much, wearing out his voice down to nothingness from overuse.

If I go to the tombs, I will not come out, he thought, dimly aware that something wasn’t right. Thinking was hard, and grew ever harder: the qi deviation, for that was what it was, was worsening, not getting better.

Would not ever get better.

His Baxia, his loyal saber filled to the brim with resentful energy, had shattered. Shattered, and now all that resentful energy that she had collected for herself had flooded back into him, drowning his brain in rage and madness.

Flooding him with – Baxia.

I cannot go to the tombs.

You cannot go to the tombs, Baxia agreed – at least, he thought it was Baxia. It might be himself: he could no longer tell the difference.

She’d shattered, and he’d shattered, too. His mind and his body and his meridians and his golden core: everything was in pieces. His spiritual energy was running the wrong way, twisting him up inside, hurting instead of helping – the rage and resentful energy wasn’t going into Baxia but coming back into him, and it was poison.

There was no fixing it. His ancestors had tried everything they could: brought in the finest physicians with their needles and their clever ideas, sought out mysterious techniques and strange geniuses that played games even with their golden cores, even tried out demonic cultivation to see if it would help – with their lives and their children’s lives at stake, was there anything they wouldn’t do?

As if it would be that easy.

As if the road to death taken time and time again over the generations could be so easily evaded.

Nie Mingjue was a Nie. He had had a qi deviation. He was going to die.

But he was young, too.

Too young.

They all said that’d he formed his core at an extraordinary young age, and he had, too, verifiable evidence of his unusual genius for cultivating – only a golden core formed too early wasn’t quite the same as one done in the usual way at the usual time. It’d formed all right, all the spiritual liquid flowing through his meridians condensing into a shining solid sphere in his dantian, but it was still a little gummy in comparison to the normal ones. It had to be. He’d formed the core before he’d reached adolescence, without any of the necessary hormones running through his body; if his golden core was as fully solid as most adults, he’d be stuck at the age and size he was at when the core was first formed.

Normally, all this meant was that his foundation would be a little unstable for the first few years, just until he got old enough, and only when he was finally at his proper age would it truly settle into place along with his body, growing firm and solid and far more powerful than all the rest.

But he’d never gotten the chance to grow that old.

Nie Mingjue’s core had cracked when his saber that had been fundamentally tied to it had shattered, but unlike the steel of the saber it was still more fluid than solid. Even as the corrosive resentful energy burned him, even as the spiritual energy rioted within him, his old instincts were still there, that subconscious genius for cultivating already at work, trying to force the spiritual energy to run through him, trying to put those broken pieces back together. For any normal Nie, the greater his talent, the faster he’d be driven mad, but for Nie Mingjue, those gummy pieces of his core, sticky and still fluid, were instead being soldered together using spiritual energy and resentful energy both, and unlike the stiff and brittle solidity of the golden core of adulthood, they were still flexible enough to stick together – to coalesce into a whole once more.

Only –

Nie Mingjue opened his eyes.

He’d already opened them once, and now he opened them again. The world as he had always recognized it, he saw through his left eye – but through his right, there was a whole new world.

It was a world of black and white, of good and evil, a world of kinetic movement, of steel and rage incarnate…the world through the perception of a saber spirit. A saber spirit who had shattered when her steel was shattered, shattered when her master’s core was shattered, and whose pieces were even now integrating interchangeably with her master’s pieces into a single indissoluble whole.

If we go to the tombs, they thought, and now that was it, that was right, we will not come out.

Well, that was simple enough to fix.

They just wouldn’t go to the tombs.

“What do you mean, he’s gone?” Nie Huaisang’s father hissed. “He can’t be – he wasn’t in any state – he couldn’t have just gotten up and run away – no, stop, let’s go. I don’t want Huaisang hearing.”

Nie Huaisang hated it when his father remembered to be discreet around him.

His da-ge was never discreet, he thought, pouting. If anything, that was something his father often complained about, even if he would be chuckling all the while: that Nie Mingjue had all the tact of a lady boar in full charge, riled up in defense of her children, and with about as much care for anything that did not meet his stringent expectations of justice and fairness – which was rather a lot.

Where was his da-ge, anyway? Nie Huaisang hadn’t seen him in days, not since he went out on that night hunt with their father. He’d asked his nurse about it, because it was unusual for his brother not to come play with him once he’d returned, and she’d said that he’d gotten sick and couldn’t come to see him just yet. But surely it was long enough that he’d be better already!

Nothing could keep his big brother down for long.

Decided, Nie Huaisang hopped up and headed outside, planning to go find his brother. His brother would explain what was going on, simplifying things down until even a little kid like him could get it, and he wouldn’t make Nie Huaisang feel stupid for needing that simplification.

His brother thought Nie Huaisang was smart.

Nie Huaisang walked along the railing next to his window, teetering back and forth with his hands outstretched for balance – his brother had showed him this pathway long ago, telling him that he could use it when he wanted to sneak out go play or look at birds, or even just come to find him whenever he had nightmares.

His brother wasn’t in his rooms, though.

Nie Huaisang sighed. Maybe he was in the study, or the training field, or something like that, but if Nie Huaisang tried to go there, he’d be dragged into lessons or training as well, and he didn’t want that.

He decided to go look at birds instead.

His brother had come up with a secret path to the outside that only they knew, the two of them, one that led them all the way out into the forest where the really interesting birds were. It was close enough to home that it was still safe, still within the bounds of the Unclean Realm’s protective arrays, but far enough to feel unburdened by the presence of their elders.

Nie Huaisang went to look at birds, but it wasn’t birds he found.

“…who’s there?” he asked, seeing movement in the bushes – something too large to be a bird, too small to be a bear, too two-legged to be a boar or a dog. Whoever it was, they were breathing hard, as if they’d run too far, interspersed with little whines of pain, like they were hurt. “Who are…”

The figure in the bush moved forward.

“…da-ge?”

Nie Huaisang’s big brother didn’t look right. He was crouched down, carrying his body low as if he were trying to support himself and protect his middle at the same time, his fingers digging into the ground for balance – his lips were peeled back from his teeth in something caught between a grimace and a growl. His left eye was normal, but his right was horribly red, shot through with pulsing veins that seemed to bleed into the iris, the color of which had faded from warm golden brown to something more like a slate or steel grey.

He sounded like he was in pain.

His brother was in pain.

Nie Huaisang took a step towards him, deeply concerned, and Nie Mingjue backed away.

“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang whispered, terrified. “Da-ge, it’s me, it’s Huaisang – I won’t hurt you!”

Nie Mingjue whined, a sound deep in the back of his throat, but this time, when Nie Huaisang stepped forward, he didn’t run. He waited until Nie Huaisang was close before darting forward and nuzzling Nie Huaisang’s hand with his cheek, ducking his head down and letting him touch his hair as if he were a dog.

His brother wasn’t just sick, Nie Huaisang realized. He was reallysick.

“What happened?” he asked, and his brother just looked sad. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

His brother nodded. A short jerking motion, barely recognizable, and yet – a nod.

“…do you have to?”

Another nod.

Nie Huaisang’s lip quivered. “Will you be all right?”

His brother nuzzled his palm again. It wasn’t an answer.

Nie Huaisang took a deep breath. “I won’t tell anyone.”

His brother seemed almost to smile.

And then he was gone.

Walking all the way back inside before bursting into tears was the hardest thing Nie Huaisang had ever done in his life, but the worst part was knowing that this was only the beginning.

#mdzs #nie mingjue #sect leader nie #nie huaisang #wen ruohan #my fic #my fics #curse-breaker

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years ago

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i respect you so much for carrying the tbhk fandom with your fics,,, im inlove with them all. may i request hcs about teru who pines for a gn!reader, and the reader knows about this, it's just that they're a huge tease and likes to attempt in making teru flustered even for once. and to add a not so plot twist, reader actually also likes him ughtjgj

teru minamoto x gn!reader

a/n: aaaaaaah but i respect you so much for enjoying both tbhk and requesting,,,,, thank you so so much, that made me smile so hard- and! Sure thing! Hehe, this really was fun to write- so!! Thank you so much for requesting, I really hope this turned out alright!!!! <3

aaaah if only I had Teru Minamoto pining after me to look forward to in school,,, sob /lh

warnings: none <3

word count: 1,023

Teru Minamoto is usually the tease- when the roles are reversed like this, though he’s mainly good at keeping his calm, on the inside he has no idea what to do.

“(Y/N), good morning. You look lovely for it being so early.”

“Do I? Is this implying that I usually look bad in the morning? But thaaanks~.”

“I- no? Absolutely not. It’s just a surprise to see such a charming face this early.”

“This almost feels derogatory to our classmates. Buuuuut, thaaaanks~.”

“That’s not what I-”

Alas, (Y/N) is already sitting down at their desk, investing themself into another conversation.

Honestly, your constant teasing and ignoring his flirts make him only that much more interested in you. He’ll try not to show it, but it just makes him want to try harder to move your heart. And yet… why was his heart the one doing flips-?

“(Y/N), you styled your hair differently,” He spoke, gently touching the side of your face. His touch was barely there, knowing that touching anyone was a certain stretch, but after being friends for the time you two had- he hoped he wasn’t making you uncomfortable, but he was sure you’d let him know what your boundaries were. “It looks great.”

“Does it? But, no matter how much I change my hair, yours is always the same… it’s kind of messy, Teru. Kou’s messy hair is cute, since he’s rowdy, but I’m not sure it’s the best look for the school’s prince. I’ll buy you a hairbrush if you want?”

“...ah- actually, my hair seems to fall like this no matter how I brush it.”

“That certainly makes sense. Have a lovely day, Teru!”

Even if it was a slight insult, Teru would find himself sighing with a smile on his face at the thought of that interaction. It was things like that- his attempts at complimenting you, wanting nothing more than to see you blush, then having you turn the tables on him. Though he tried to turn them back, you always seemed to have the last word… really, it was something.

“Say, Teru, why on earth are you so focused on me? This is study hall, but the studying is meant to be done on the books, not on your cute classmate.”

“Oh. Sorry, (Y/N), I’m afraid it’s just as you said. I must have gotten distracted~.”

Teru certainly had a way with words… but! You did to, in a way-

“No worries, I understand. Staring is rude though, except for maybe on dates,” You paused, offering him a teasing smile, then laughing rather loudly. You covered your mouth, an action Teru found rather cute, then spoke again.

“Kidding, of course. I’m sure our princely President wouldn’t be interested in a peasant such as myself! How silly, isn’t it?”

“Silly? Is it now? Because, I’d say my feelings towards you are anything but silly.”

“Then, why don’t you try a bit more of a direct method?”

You leaned forward, the smile never leaving your face- a little too close, just close enough, then leaning back as you stood up. You glanced at him secretly, trying to play it off like you weren’t interested in looking at him- getting a glimpse at the very slight pink dusting his face. “Nooo, what a reputation killer that would be. Who am I kidding? Plus, where’s the guarantee that I’m interested? Maybe persistent charmers such as yourself are too far off my radar, there’s no telling~.”

At that point, your relationship with him would stray further into “Akane and Aoi” territory. Akane’s confessions being constantly rejected by Aoi- Teru’s flirts and romantic implications being constantly pushed away by you. Both you and Aoi doing it with a smile, both Akane and Teru finding the strange game of cat and mouse entertaining.

“(Y/N)... when you smile like that, it’s almost like those dreary clouds move away, letting the sunshine into the room.”

“Hmm… how cheesy! 1 point!”

“One-? No, never mind that, are my confessions really going to be counted with points? You’re taking me so lightly, (Y/N).”

You laughed lightly, shrugging as you did so. “If you’re going to be so relentless, I guess I can take tips from Aoi and make it more like a game show~.”

“I’m being downgraded to Akane? You kill me,” Teru sighed, bringing a hand to his head dramatically.

It really is entertaining- Teru flirting with you constantly, sure, but… when you flirted with him? It was such a surprise? Every single time? He grew so used to you passing off his flirts, barely acknowledging them, that when you countered with a compliment he would be as caught off guard as you could catch him.

“You’re so cute, (Y/N)... I’ve never seen someone so happy to win a silly game.”

“Why thank you. But, I think I’m so happy, because a cutie like you was cheering me on! Your charming voice was my encouragement~. Unfortunately, I need to go now though. Catch you later, Teru!”

Teru genuinely didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye to you. By the time your words were processed, you were out of sight, leaving a red to settle into his face. Never had he been so flustered- you would have done most anything to see it, you knew, but you would settle for knowing that you had to have some effect on him.

That was the day he knew he’d step his flirting game up a notch! The next day, after school, he caught you for a moment- it was that day he properly confessed his feelings. He was half expecting it, but-

“Like? Ohh, you have a crush on me? Cute! Thanks for letting me know, sweetheart~ but, you’ll have to try a little harder to win my heart. I look forward to your attempts to swoon me?”

“...” Teru sighed, a smile threatening to spread across his face, “I have a good feeling that you like me as well. But, if what you want are these endless confessions, then so be it. I look forward to swaying your heart further.”

#anon #x reader #gn!reader #x gn!reader #headcanons #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #teru minamoto #teru minamoto x reader #teru minamoto headcanons

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toppersjeep · 3 years ago

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(not my gif but it’s cute)

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Austin North X Reader

[Austin and you have been dating for over a year now and recently moved in together. He’s always known you were the one since he met you on set. Being Chases little sister it was hard for Austin to ask you out because that’s his best friend. But surprisingly Chase let him take you out]

“Oh what a mess” I said fixing my closet. Mads laughed from the background. “You settled in nicely” Mads said. “Well Austin and I disagreed on furniture and stuff but I’m glad he let move the bed to the center” I said.

“It’s cute and cozy I love you’re guy’s room” Mads said looking around. “His bed is seriously comfy though” I said. “Y’all spend a lot of time in here” Mads said picking up my dirty clothes. “Mads sush” I said laughing.

“Hey I was just wondering if” Mads said as Austin walked in. “Hi guys” Austin said. “Hi baby” I said he hugged me. “I missed you” Austin said. “How was the game” I said. “We won” Chase said. “Nice” I said. “We uh should probably head out” Chase said Mads followed.

“Happy One Year my love” I said handing him a present. “You didn’t have to do anything” Austin said. He opened it. I made a cute little scrapbook of all our memories together. “This is beautiful” Austin said. “I’m not the most crafty person” I said.

“No no I love it I got you something too there’s a box in the closet on Top” Austin said. “Alright I’ll look” I said standing on my tippy toes. All I saw was Austin’s hats and some of my shoes. “All I see is shoes and hats and a random flashlight” I said. “Keep looking I promise it’s there” Austin said.

“Babe is this a joke or something” I said turning around. He was down on one knee. “No” Austin said. “Austin…I” I said covering my mouth. “I might have that box” he said pulling out a small velvet box. “Stop” I said tearing up.

Little did I know Mads and Chase were filming this secretly.

“Look I know it’s really early I mean we’ve been dating for a year and I just feel like, from the moment I met you I knew” Austin said I teared up. “I knew that you we’re the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with even though you said no when I asked you out” Austin said I laughed.

“Austin” I said he opened the little box to reveal a beautiful ring. “But I didn’t give up on you Y/N Stokes because I knew that I’d do anything to just be with you, so I think there’s only one thing left” Austin said.

He pulled the ring out.

“So will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs.North and be my beautiful fiancé” Austin said. “No.. kidding yes of course” I said he put the ring on my finger. He then kissed me. I heard claps from behind us.

“Did you get it” Austin said. “Yep we got the whole thing” Mads said holding up her camera. “You helped” I said. “Of course we did” Mads said. “Well at first I said no but he’s perfect for you” Chase said. “Well then let’s celebrate” I said kissing Austin.

“Then we should leave Chase you know” Mads said. “No like dinner guys don’t be weird” I said. “That’s for later” Austin said.

#austin north x reader #austin north fanfic #austin north #topper thorton x reader #obx x y/n

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sturchling · 3 years ago

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Hey, can you do a MLB oneshot

So this will contain Marinette sugar and alya and Lila and class sugar and Adrien salt/bashing And can this focus on Luka/Nath

So basically Luka and Nathaniel had been dating now and this starts to make Adrien jealous since he had a crush on Luka and he got very angry when he saw Nath and Luka kiss, he was very angry and later on he had a plan, after school he was gonna sneak on Marc and then push him hard down the stairs and then he runs away by the way Marinette saw the whole thing and she recorded the whole thing , then Nath was sent to the hospital and he stayed there for two weeks and his body was hurt and Nath was crying while Luka was comforting him, Meanwhile Marinette confronted Adrien and recorded the whole confrontation secretly on her phone and after Adrien punched marinette and then threatened her later on Marinette makes a Group chat and adds his friends except Adrien and she tells everyone what Adrien did and show proof, so then they showed the proof to Miss Bustier and the principal and Adrien got suspended for a month for doing a cruel thing and was grounded until for a month, and later on Adrien apologies to Luka and Marc but then they said that it would take a week for them to forgive and then they left leaving Adrien to cry while feeling guilt in himself

Sorry about the wait, here you go. Hope you like it.

Luka and Nathaniel were the talk of Mrs. Bustier's class. Everyone thought the couple were adorable together. Everyone, that is, except for Adrien. Adrien was filled with jealousy. He had liked Luka for a long time now, ever since he invited Adrien to join the band. Adrien tried flirting, but Luka never seemed to notice or care. But he always stared at Nathaniel. Adrien didn't get it. He was handsome, famous, and was always nice to Luka, so why didn't Luka like him back? It didn't make any sense. Adrien watched as Luka and Nathaniel went on cute dates, got Andre's ice cream together, and grew closer and closer. As he watched, the jealousy and anger consumed him, until he took drastic measures.

One day after school, Adrien had stayed late for fencing. After the fencing lesson ended, and everyone had left, he went upstairs to get something he forgot in the classroom, and when he came back out he saw Nathaniel leaving the art room and approaching the stairs. Adrien's rage and jealousy consumed him and he snuck up behind Nathaniel. Just as Nathaniel approached the first step on the stairs, Adrien shoved him hard. Nathaniel went flying, falling down the stairs and hitting every step on the way down. Adrien ran from the top of the stairs before he was spotted by anyone. Some of the staff who were still in the building heard the crash and came out of their rooms to see Nathaniel lying in a heap on the floor and no one else around. They rushed to Nathaniel, who clearly had several broken bones, and sent him straight to the hospital. Adrien watched from an empty classroom, feeling satisfied in getting revenge on Nathaniel for taking Luka from him. And he hadn't been caught. No one had seen him, not even Nathaniel. Or so Adrien thought.

What Adrien hadn't seen was Marinette standing downstairs, on the other side of the courtyard, with a perfect view of what happened. She had noticed how Adrien had been glaring at Nathaniel lately. Adrien looked like he wanted to kill Nathaniel most days, and so when Marinette saw him approaching Nathaniel from behind, she grabbed her phone and started to record, just in case. And it was a good thing she did too, because she caught Adrien pushing Nathaniel down the stairs on video. No one else saw what had happened, and Marinette was the only one with any proof. She wouldn't let Adrien get away with this.

Nathaniel ended up breaking one of his legs and one of his arms. He also had a concussion and a fractured rib from the fall. Everything hurt and all he felt like doing was cry. Luka was there every step of the way, and stayed with Nathaniel in the hospital while he recovered. Luka would play the guitar, play games, help him come up with new ideas for his comic book, anything to distract Nathaniel from the pain. Nathaniel would spend two weeks in the hospital before he was released, and the entire time he was there, he was doted on by Luka.

Marinette waited a day after what happened, to see if maybe Adrien would come to his senses and confess to what happened. But he didn't. The school didn't have any proof that Nathaniel was pushed so they just called it an accident. And Adrien was fine with letting them. So, Marinette went to confront him after school one day. She waited until he was done with fencing and they could be alone. She wanted to confront him, but also try to get him to come clean, not wanting to give up hope on her friend and think the worst of him. Before she went into the locker room, she started recording video on her phone, and made sure to hold it so it wouldn't look like she was recording. Then she opened the door and approached Adrien.

"Adrien, we need to talk. I saw what you did to Nathaniel." Adrien froze for a second, before giving Marinette a dazzling smile. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything to him?" Marinette shook her head, "Yes, you did. I saw you push him down the stairs. You walked behind him and shoved him down the stairs. And I got the whole thing on video. Why did you do it Adrien? You need to come clean and tell Mr. Damocles what happened. If you don't I will." Adrien face darkened considerably. Gone was the kind boy she knew, and he was now giving her a very threatening look. Before Marinette knew what hit her, Adrien punched her in the face, knocking her to the floor. "You want to know why? He got in my way. He took away any chance I had with Luka, so I hurt him like he hurt me. And if you get in my way, I will do the same thing to you. Don't you dare tell anyone about what happened, or this either!"

Adrien stormed out of the locker room, leaving Marinette on the floor. He didn't know that she had recorded the whole conversation. Marinette, stunned by what had just happened, sat on the floor for a moment. When she collected herself, she went straight home where she knew she was safe. She then set up a group chat with the whole class, except for Adrien, and made sure to include Luka as well. She told them everything about what she saw and what had just happened. She also sent them the two videos as proof. The group chat was filled with angry messages when they saw everything Adrien had done. Pushing Nathaniel down the stairs, punching Marinette, and threatening her too. The class and Luka especially were ready to go to the Agreste Mansion and beat some sense into Adrien. But Marinette talked them out of committing a felony and instead they planned to go to the school.

They all got there early and asked to speak to Mrs. Bustier and Mr. Damocles in Mr. Damocles office. They showed them both the videos and told them everything. They were horrified to see what Adrien had said and done. As soon as Adrien arrived at school, he was pulled into Mr. Damocles office and was shown the evidence. Mr. Agreste was also present through a video call and saw the two videos taken of his son. Adrien was suspended for a month, the maximum amount of time Mr. Damocles could suspend him with out approval from the school board. When he was back at the mansion, he was informed that he was grounded for that same amount of time, at the least.

After his suspension was lifted, Adrien was still grounded, his father having decided to extend his punishment a while longer. He was only allowed to go to school and come home, nothing else. Even his fencing lessons were conducted at home. Adrien had began feeling guilty for what he had done, so one day, he hung back after school for just a minute. Nathaniel was never alone anymore, especially if Adrien was around. Luka would always come walk him home after school now. So when they heard someone call Nathaniel's name and they turned, seeing Adrien walk up to them after school, Luka looked ready to hit him, not that Adrien would blame him. Adrien apologized for what he did, and made it very clear that he was truly sorry for what he had done. "Can you ever forgive me Nathaniel?" Nathaniel just stared for a moment, before turning his back on Adrien, facing the exit again. "I'm not sure Adrien. And if I do, it will take a long time. A simple apology doesn't fix this. I am not sure I will ever fully forgive you for this." With that said, Luka and Nathaniel walked out of the school, leaving Adrien crying in the courtyard, wondering how he could have been such a monster.

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and they were roommates?!

SapnapxFem!Reader

Summary: Imagine being in love with your roommate, couldn't be you.

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I don’t watch or know anything, I just like these people and I had a concept. Also, he and Dream aren’t roommates in this for the sake of I can’t figure that out. Also also, my timeline is probably fucked but who cares

The dynamic in the apartment was...interesting to say the least

In the two years of living together, it had shifted a lot

In the beginning, you and Sapnap had been... less than cordial to each other

Both eighteen, fresh out of high school, off to college thinking that you knew everything.

There was lots of fighting, to say the least.

All of the “No it’s your turn to vacuum”, and “I swear to god Sapnap I will punt you halfway across the world if you eat my pineapple again”

The only reason you didn’t slit each other’s throats was that if the other person was dead, who would pay rent?

It was the summer before college started at the time, and you were working long hours minimum wage so coming]’/ home to an annoying prick caused a crap ton of conflict

After a few months of being little bitches to each other, y’all got piss drunk in the apartment and it all just sorta fell apart

Got that good drunk therapy, spilling your deepest secrets

(y’all were underage but shhh)

So by the time college started, the two of you had become actual friends and started enjoying each others company

A few months into the friendship, you encouraged him to post the video of “Minecraft, but it’s Raining Cats and Dogs” on a whim

Lmao little did you know what you had created (we’ll get to that later)

You mocked his train of thought constantly, laughing at the timing of it all.

“Ahhh yes, I am Sapnap, the genius who thought it’d be great to become a YouTuber while in my first year of college.”

He’d always just laugh and roll his eyes, playfully shoving you while stealing your chips.

The next few months were a haze of studying, work, and him.

It was truly a friendship of convenience since you guys were so busy, him starting his youtube career, and you working restaurants, then school on top of that, it was just easy to find friendship in your roommate.

Of course, he had his close friends which he spoke to over the internet, and you had your friends from back home, but as for college, it really was only him.

You guys had a fun time just hanging around the apartment, and it became so easy to be friends with him

And it WAS truly platonic (we’ll get back to that as well)

The best thing he brought to the friendship was his animals

You got on fabulously with Cash and the cats

They were all so cuddly and honestly loved you more than him lmao

You guys were just trying to get degrees and not be too stupid, was that too much to ask???

Well to a certain 2020, it was

The beginning of that year was great.

He was sorta realizing that he liked putting himself on social media, but on top of that, it seemed like a great start to a year.

February brought him to twitch, which you loved

You found it hilarious how he would just sorta play games and have people watch him live.

But you were incredibly supportive, as a friend, of course

He really liked it so, you tried to ignore the shouting at three am, and the loud anthems at night

Sure you’d give him hell in the morning, but why kill his fun?

March started great, as it was his birthday.

You got him a glittery lighter as a gag, but it was the perfect gift for a broke-ass college student

Then a certain pandemic came a-knockin’ on y’all’s door

It was a hard hit on both of you.

An executive decision was made that you two would stay put, but being away from your families was incredibly tough.

That spring was the birth of The SMP.

It brought him so much joy, which in turn made you happier.

The rest of the school year was a blur of zooms and test

Nick nearly killed you on multiple occasions when you made fun of the fact that he was learning computer science over the computer or made him help you figure out what the fuck zoom was since it was tangentially related to his major

“SAP HELP ME YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS ITS YOUR FUCKING MAJOR!!!”

“NO, IT’S- AHHHHHHHHH”

Yall got more than a handful of noise complaints shhhh

That summer was fill was spent trying to fill the time in weird ways

Note to self, he can’t cook (which you learned the hard way)

Yall spent so much time trying to cook and bake, then sweating off the calories working out with The Fitness Marshall lmao

As sucky as the situation was, that summer was so incredibly fun for the both of you, and truthfully the only arguments were about what music to blast

“Y/n I swear if I listen to Cosmicandy one more time I will drown you.”

“Well if I hear American Idiot one more time someone’s knee caps are getting harvested.”

(that argument was settled with Elton John.)

When school started up again that fall, something shifted

After a year of actual friendship, you guys were no longer just friends, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife

You had watched every single one of his streams since day one, but within 2 seconds of his Love or Host, you felt the need to hurl for some peculiar reason

It was bizarre because there was no way you could ever like him, of course not.

Within the apartment, you guys suddenly got a lot more touchy, but only because it was getting cold with winter and all that jazz.

It wasn’t because yall were secretly in love, what is this, a romcom?

The number of times you guys woke up on the couch, definitely not cuddling was too many to count

You started sitting in his room while he streamed, definitely not watching him with heart eyes because of how excited he got

He always had a pot of coffee full and a 6-pack of monster in the fridge since he knew you ran on spite and caffeine, and definitely not so that he could spend more time with you in the early hours of the morning.

The laundry started getting all mixed around, resulting in just sharing any sweats, hoodies, or socks.

The same thing went for food.

No longer was anything labeled with a name, if it was in the fridge, it was fair game (unless there was a post-it because come on, yall weren’t monsters)

But no, y’all were just roommates, not dating, lets make that clear.

Feelings? We don’t know her.

This entire time, his friends have had to hear about you rip.

But they got front row seats to your relationship development

“OMG my roommate is the worst she ate all of the frozen strawberries”

“Y/n kidnapped Storm all day while she studied and I thought I lost the fucking cat asjvdk”

“I had to run down and talk to the landlord because we dropped a pot of pasta sauce all over the carpet and couldn’t get the damn stain out.”

“She is so nice in preparation for a family dinner zoom, she ran out to the local Filipino food place and pick stuff up.”

“Sorry I’m late I overslept and didn’t want to wake up Y/n.”

They weren’t stupid, and could clearly see how whipped he was.

Dream and Geroge teased him about it constantly.

“Woah, calm down Sap, you should probably tell her you love her before you propose.”

“Yeah Dream’s right, it’s kinda weird that you’re living together before ever dating.”

He always flushed and denied it with a shake of his head.

He wasn’t into you, are they crazy?

Quackity and Karl messed with him in more unorthodox ways

There are a solid number of clips where they are fake crying over how he’s cheating on them, and even more tweets to match

It only got worse when you met them accidentally.

He was chatting post-stream on a video channel with George, Dream, Karl, and Quackity, and just his luck, you came into his room.

Like of all the times you could walk in, it was the time he was with his five closest friends but I digress

“Yo I got some extra tips yesterday so I picked up some extra Red Bull if you want to do one of your weird all-nighter streams.”

“Y/n I’m on channel.”

“Oh shit sorry my b. Catch.”

All the guys heard was a thud and a groan from Sapnap as the six-pack hit him in the chest.

Dream was the one to recognize your name.

“WAIT IS THAT Y/N I WANT TO MEET THEM!”

You could hear Dream’s voice through his headphones

“Sap… who is that?”

“No one. I’ll be out in a sec to help with dinner.”

You could hear a British voice come through.

“Oh so we are no one now, huh.”

Another voice piped through.

“Common... ¿Qué intentas ocultar?”

You cut in.

“Your headset it shit my guy. I can hear everything. I’m down to talk to them.”

He let out a groan.

“Fine. But you’re gonna have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Deal. Now move.”

“What? No.”

“Fine bitch.”

You collapsed onto his lap, plucking the headphones off of him.

“Hello, Sapnap’s friends. I am Y/n. A pleasure to meet y’all. Can you hear me?”

You heard a series of laughs through the headset, and a voice came through.

“Yes, we can see you too. I’m Karl, it’s so nice to finally meet his girlfriend.”

A blush rose on both of your faces, and another voice came through.

“Yeah, we’ve heard lots about you. Plus we can’t see your face in that picture Sap sent us. I’m Quackity”

That remark stopped your embarrassment in its tracks.

“What the fuck? How do you guys know me? I’m not even his girlfriend? And what picture?”

Sapnap grabbed your arm to calm you down as another voice cut in, but his one you recognized as his friend Dream.

“Hey, it’s okay. He just talks about you a bit, and the picture I believe was of you holding like three cats with like a red bull can on your head.”

“Jesus fucking christ why do they have that photo??”

He looked guilty but chuckled.

“Because that photo is a damn masterpiece.”

Karl’s voice came back in with a giggled.

“Soooo, Y/n we’d love to hear about you. Specifically anything funny or embarrassing that you have learned by living with him.”

Sapnap let out a groan from behind you as you went off.

“WELL lemme tell y’all, he has no cooking knowledge, well I mean, now he does, but one time, about a year ago, I had I been keeping a pot of water boiling for about an hour, soft boiling eggs, cooing noodles, blanching bok choy, etc. but this fucking genius is like ‘oH tHe HaNdLe Is StIcKiNg OuT. LeMmE mOvE iT wItH mY bArE hAnD.’ Needless to say, he burnt the crap outta his hand and kept the bag of frozen blueberries on it for the entire night. It took me like a solid five seconds to actually help him because I was laughing.”

By the time you had finished that story, you had seen Nick roll his eyes like 5 five times while the rest of the guys were wheezing.

“Yeah, well remember the time you were trying to imitate Rapunzel after we had watched it over Zoom with my sister, and you swung the edge of the frying pan into our head and got a nasty bump on it? At least I moved quick enough to put some ice on it.”

“Ice? It was the damn leftover Slushy that I had been freezing.”

“True, but you got to drink it after, so it was a win-win situation.”

“Sap, I had a bump the size of a golfball coming off of my temple. There was no winning.”

“Fine, you’re just making me sound like such a shit roommate.”

“No that’s not true, you do all of the talking to the landlord, and you at least tried to muffle the noise when you stream.”

“I guess that’s true, but you do like 80% of the cleaning.”

“Yeah but only because you’re working. Plus in the past 6 months, you’ve made coffee every morning, AND made sure I was taking my meds.”

“Those things aren’t that hard and I do it to make sure you don’t die because I lo- care about you.”

“What?”

You heard Dream’s wheeze laugh and remembered that you guys were still on call.

“Smooth.”

You both went red, and Sap moved his arm around you to leave the channel.

The next few moments were complete torture, the two of you just sitting in silence.

You were wondering if he meant what he was about to say and he was scared that you had heard it.

He was the one to break the silence. (mind you you’re still sitting on his lap lmao)

“I’m sorry about that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Should you ask him if he meant it? Because that wouldn’t be that bad. Or just pretend it never happened. Nah that’d be hella awkward. Or-

“I love you too.”

“You what?”

Wow, okay your brain is being a little bitch rn, but fuck it. Balls to the walls baby.

“I love you, and I have for a while now. I just want you to know.”

You finally looked him in the eye, and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Thank god. I love you, and nearly fucking told you for the first time in front of my friends accidentally. Damn, I’m smooth.”

You laughed and he smiled wider.

“Can I kiss you?”

After a quick nod he swooped in and holy hell his lips felt great. His arm wound around your waist and your hands made their way to his jaw as he pulled you closer to him.

The only thing playing in your mind was “and they were roommates”

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